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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 13 (search)
9. the Despot's song. by old Secesh. With a beard that was filthy and red, His mouth with tobacco bespread, be Lincoln sat in the gay White House, A-wishing that he was dead. Swear! swear! swear! Till his tongue was blistered o'er; Then, in a voice not very strong, He slowly whined the Despot's song: Lie! lie! lie! I've lied like the very deuce! Lie! lie! lie! As long as lies were of use; But now that lies no longer pay, I know not where to turn; For when I the truth would say, My tongue with lies will burn I Drink! drink! drink! Till my lead feels very queer! Drink! drink! drink! Till I get rid of all fear! Brandy, and whiskey, and gin, Sherry, and champagne, and pop, I tipple, I guzzle, I suck 'em all in, Till down dead-drunk I drop. Think! think! think! Till my head is very sore! Think! think! think! Till I couldn't think any more! And it's oh! to be splitting of rails, Back in my Illinois hut; For now that every thing fails, I would of my office be “shut!” Jeff.!
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 19 (search)
The Mobile Register gives the following novel treatment for curing chills: It is stated that a soldier of a Mississippi regiment, at Pensacola, went to his tent and blankets the other day to fight through an ague. A bottle of hot water to his feet not being convenient, some of his comrades went out and picked up one of the numerous shells Col. Brown had sent over during the bombardment, heated it at the fire, and put it to bed with the sick man's feet. Unhappily, the shell had lost its cap, but had not exploded. The heat of the camp-fire accomplished what Lincoln pyrotechny had failed in, to wit, an explosion. The tent was blown to pieces, and some of the men a little hurt and greatly astonished. We are happy to learn that no one was killed by the mishap.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 23 (search)
Abe Lincoln and Queen Victoria.--We mention as one of the on dits of the day, by the flag of truce, that Abe Lincoln, the President of the Rump, has been prevailed upon to sue out a writ of divorce from his Polly Ann, for the purpose of marrying Queen Vic., and thereby secure the interest and assistance of Great Britain in suppressing the rebellion; and it is said the Yankees are greatly rejoiced at the opportune demise of Prince Albert, as it thus opens a road to them to effect so desirable of the on dits of the day, by the flag of truce, that Abe Lincoln, the President of the Rump, has been prevailed upon to sue out a writ of divorce from his Polly Ann, for the purpose of marrying Queen Vic., and thereby secure the interest and assistance of Great Britain in suppressing the rebellion; and it is said the Yankees are greatly rejoiced at the opportune demise of Prince Albert, as it thus opens a road to them to effect so desirable an arrangement. Norfolk Day Book, Dec. 27, 1861.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 45 (search)
ent, or you break the sinews of our plot. --Twelfth Night. Be patient with your rulers, men; They can't be in a hurry; No man is worth a feather's weight, When always in a flurry. And spare that nimble cracking whip, Your fiery mettle save; Abe Lincoln is your servant, sure, But he is not your slave. You charge that he was Southern born, And winks at Old Kentuck; That witches of the border States Have stolen all his pluck. I'll let you prove his woful birth, And magnify the sin; But only oit is ripening fast, Await the gathering hour. For every thing there is a time, We may not fix the date; But when we find the harvest sure, With gladness we should wait. In consternation soon the foe Will feel the settling stroke, And find old Lincoln's cool delay A thundering sort of joke! I am not e'en a prophet's son, But I predict a rout, That soon will make the nations pause, And hills and valleys shout. We then shall hear the eagle-scream Above the cannon's roar, And see the country's
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), An Editor before the Cabinet. (search)
eived a gilt-edged, jockey-club scented note, requesting his distinguished presence at the White House at a certain hour. I had no doubt but the note was from Mrs. Lincoln, who I supposed wished to apologise for the blunder that she made in my not receiving her invitation to the White House ball. So giving my boots an extra bln was busy writing his recent order, thanking God and Gen. Halleck for the victory and slaughter at Pittsburgh Landing, and paid no attention to my entrance. Mr. Lincoln said: A Cabinet meeting had been called at the request of Gen. McClellan, to consider my offence in writing the letter conspicuously marked in the Democrat befoemocrat spoke of, between the Monitor and the Merrimac, and the danger there was of the latter getting out and coming up the Potomac and bombarding Washington? Mr. Lincoln said: It was a fact. The Secretary seemed greatly surprised, and said: He must write to his brother-in-law in New-York, to send round a vessel to Hampton Roads
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 50 (search)
e rise to the following imitation of an old song: O Johnny Bull my Jo John! I wonder what you mean, By sending all these frigates out, commissioned by the Queen; You'll frighten off the Yankees, John, and why should you do so? Best catch and sink or burn them all, O Johnny Bull my Jo! O Johnny Bull my Jo John! when Yankee hands profane, Were laid in wanton insult upon the lion's mane, He roared so loud and long, John, they quickly let him go, And sank upon their trembling knees, O Johnny Bull my Jo! O Johnny Bull my Jo John! when Lincoln first began To try his hand at war, John, you were a peaceful man; But now your blood is up, John, and well the Yankees know, You play the d--1 when you start, O Johnny Bull my Jo! O Johnny Bull my Jo John, let's take the field together, And hunt the Yankee Doodles home in spite of wind and weather, And ere a twelvemonth roll around, to Boston we will go, And eat our Christmas dinner there, O Johnny Bull my Jo! Richmond Dispatch, January 22.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 63 (search)
Jeff. Davis's agents at Havana made the most of the Phelps (Ship Island) proclamation, to create the impression with the Spaniards that if the Federals subjugate the Southern Confederacy, Mr. Lincoln would turn his army and navy against slavery and the Roman Catholic religion in the island of Cuba. Boston Traveller, January 4.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 77 (search)
The Louisville correspondent of the Cincinnati Gazette writes, under date of the twelfth of December, 1861, the following facts relative to the attempt of the Tennessee authorities to draft soldiers: I have news from Nashville to the sixth. Indignation of Gov. Harris' orders to raise troops by draft from the militia was intense, even among the secessionists. The Daily Gazette denounced it in unmeasured terms, declaring that it was worse than Lincoln's call for men to subdue the South. In the fourth ward of Nashville, Capt. Patterson refused to obey orders for conscription, but was afterward forced to obedience by a threat of court-martial. In South-Nashville, on the second inst., a mob of more than one hundred men rushed upon the Governor's officers, and broke up the boxes used in drafting. A fight ensued between the Confederate officers and the people, in which two persons were killed and ten or twelve wounded. Gov. Harris was compelled to keep his room at the St.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 87 (search)
sion. The sun's hot rays were falling fast, As through a Southern city passed A man who bore 'midst rowdies low, A banner with the strange motto-- Secession! His brow was sad; his mouth beneath Smelt strong of fire at every breath; And like a furious madman sung The accents of that unknown tongue-- Secession! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral gallows shone, And from his lips escaped a groan-- Secession! “Try not that game!” Abe Lincoln said, “Dark lower the thunders overhead; The mighty North has been defied.” But still that drunken voice replied-- Secession! “Oh! pause,” the Quaker said, “and think Before thee leaps from off the brink!” Contempt was in his drunken leer; And still he answered with a sneer-- Secession! “Beware the pine-tree's bristling branch! Beware the Northern Avalanche!” And that was Scott's restraining voice; But still this was the traitor's choice-- Secession! At close of war, a
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 110 (search)
Letters of Marque.--An agent of the Southern Confederation, present in this country, has in his possession letters of marque from the Southern President, for distribution to the commanders of vessels in the Southern interest. The American Minister here may be similarly provided by the government he represents, as President Lincoln very recently announced his intention of issuing letters of marque and reprisal.--London Shipping Gazette.
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