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will go (Le Baton will) where white people be. He laughs at a wound, thoa he never has felt it, And glories in blood, thoa he never has smelt it. With a shrug of his shoulders that rustles his “bobs,” He wonders, “what next from the Cabinet snobs?” “Will Russell (the Cockney!) be thrown in the sea?” “Will the princes of Bourbon both Brigadiers be?” Le Baton most familiarly nicks the high names; Says, “the old codger (Scott) is always up with his sprains;” “Little Mac,” for McClellan, for Seward, says “Billy.” Talks of “Johnnie Fremont,” and of “Jessie, his filly.” And all of these things with a sodlier-like air, With a swagger and swell and a saucer-eyed stare, As becomes the great stick--Le Baton Militaire. Macaulay gave glory to Hall of Navarre With his oriflamme plume, as a signal afar, For the thick of the scrimmage — the tide of the war; But, bless you, 'twas nought to the one I exalt In the praise of this hero, who never cries “Halt!” “N
A rebel Opinion of President Lincoln's Message of Dec. 3.--This document, which we spread before our readers on Saturday, came as near perfection, we conceive, as possible, in the art of deception. The Message was doubtless drawn up by Seward, (the cunning old fox,) who uses the English language to conceal his thoughts. We think our readers have, ere tis, come to the conclusion that they gained as little insight into the affairs of the Yankee nation by perusing that document, as they would have gained by reading a proclamation from the King of the Fejee Islands. Six mortal columns to conceal from the world that the boasting Yankee dynasty has been whipped in every battle they have undertaken, and would like to back out of the scrape if a decent pretext were to offer, is not such a bad production in these war times, with cotton at thirty cents a pound, and anarchy and starvation staring them in the face, and the almost certainty of having their own ports blockaded by an English fl
des with cotton, And made of Southern wood. Carolina is the driver, With Georgia by her side; Virginia holds the flag up, While we all take a ride. chorus — Wait for the wagon, &c. The invading tribe called Yankees, With Lincoln for their guide, Tried to keep Kentucky From joining in the ride; But she heeded not their entreaties-- She has come into the ring; She wouldn't fight for a Government Where Cotton wasn't king. chorus — So wait for the wagon, &c. Old Lincoln and his Congressmen, With Seward by his side, Put old Scott in the wagon, Just for to take a ride. McDowell was the driver; To cross Bull Run he tried, But there he left the wagon, For Beauregard to ride. chorus — Wait for the wagon, &c. Manassas was the battle-ground; The field was fair and wide; The Yankees thought they'd whip us out, And on to Richmond ride; But when they met our “Dixie” boys, Their danger they espied; They wheeled about for Washington, And didn't wait to ride. chorus — So wait for the wagon, &c. Br
“legal decision.” “How's your health, Mr. Lincoln?” said Old Nick, with a grin; “I have only stepped in To renew old acquaintance with your honor ag'in. How are Seward, and Scott, and good Mrs. L.? I hope all your friends are still hearty and well.” Thus saying, he seated himself in a chair, And gazed at Old Abe with an impudent To all of these terms you most promptly agreed, And made them your grounds of political creed; I gave you my subjects — the best I have got, Such as Cameron, and Seward, and Old Granny Scott; Assisted by Greeley, and Bennett, and Weed, As miserable scoundrels as Tophet could breed, To fix up a plan for preserving the Union, In and reaping the chaff.” “What say you to this?” cried Old Nick, waxing hot. Quoth President Lincoln, “You must ask General Scott.” “Old Scott's an old ass, and Seward to boot; And as for yourself, you're a pitiful brute, Too mean to let live, and too worthless to shoot. “But to come to the point more direct
Munchauseniana. Richmond, Nov. 4.--It is here currently reported that considerable commotion exists in Washington and in the free States from the rumored resignations of Generals Scott and McClellan, and of Secretaries Seward and Cameron, and of other prominent Federal officials. A general Kilkenny cat fight seems impending throughout Lincolndom. A special despatch to the Richmond Dispatch, dated Manassas to-day, announces that reliable information from Washington says there are but fiferchants in Alexandria are forced to close their stores. There are said to be no more than eighty thousand men in and around Washington. A gentleman just arrived from Manassas says that the Baltimore Sun of Saturday reports the resignation of Seward, Blair, Cameron, Scott, and McClellan. The probable difficulty grew out of the attempt to force McClellan to attack the Confederate forces.--Charleston Mercury, Nov. 5. A note from J. L. Shumate, of New Madrid, Mo., says that after the evacua