Named Entity Results, Wise

else, from you. Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess His love of right,” sez he, “Hangs by a rotten fibre oa cotton: There's natur‘ in J. B., Ez wal ez you an' me!” The South says, “Poor folks down!” John, An‘ “All men up!” say we-- White, yaller, black, an' brown, John: Now, which is your idee? Ole Uncle S. says he, “I guess John preaches wal,” sez he; “But, sermon thru, an' cum to du, Why, there's the old J. B. A-crowdina you an' me!” Shall it be love or hate, John? It's you thet's to decide; Ain't your bonds held by Fate, John, Like all the world's beside? Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess Wise men forgive,” sez he, “But not forget; an' some time yet Thet truth may strike J. B., Ez wal ez you an' me!” God means to make this land, John, Clear thru, from sea to sea, Believe an' understand, John, The wuth oa beina free. Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess God's price is high,” sez he; “But nothina else than wut He sells Wears long; an' thet J. B. May

18. Songs of the Rebels. The Times. by Kate. Inscribed to all God's Freemen. Come, list to my song, It will not be long, Of a war-fire cursing our nation; By demagogues cruel, With Republican fuel, It threatens our land's desolation. “Old Abe” was elected, Just what I expected, “Chief ruler,” “chief justice,” “the law,” But since they've crowned him, Wise men have found him A Northern fanatic's gew-gaw. On a “platform” he stands, Of “free niggers,” free lands, “Free all,” save a Freeman's communion; A “splitter,” his trade, Thus a “wedge” he has made Of war to dissever the Union. He is spoken of freely Through Monitor Greeley, Who stands at the head of the “stairs,” On the “planks of Chicago,” As bold as “Iago,” And curses all Southern affairs. The South this have taken, And cannot be shaken, It matters not what they assert; They'll “poke at 'em fun,” Like that of “Bull's Run,” And say, with Abe, nobody's hurt! I've

Gov. Wise and his dead son.--The Norfolk correspondent of the Richmond Dispatch, under date of the 15th of February, writes: Last night, when the steamer arrived at Currituck, General Wise directed that the coffin containing the remains of his son be opened. Then, I learn from those who were present, a scene transpired that words cannot describe. The old hero bent over the body of his son, on whose pale face the full moon threw its light, kissed the cold brow many times, and exclaimed,General Wise directed that the coffin containing the remains of his son be opened. Then, I learn from those who were present, a scene transpired that words cannot describe. The old hero bent over the body of his son, on whose pale face the full moon threw its light, kissed the cold brow many times, and exclaimed, in an agony of emotion: 0 my brave boy! you have died for me, you have died for me! That powerful old hero of Eastern Virginia, as famous for the generous impulses of his soul as for his indomitable bravery and prowess-recovering now from his illness — and nerved, perchance, more strongly by the great loss he has sustained, will fight the enemy with an energy and a determination that will scarcely be successfully resisted by the congregating enemies of freedom and humanity.

Rebuilding of Gauley Bridge.--A correspondent of the Cincinnati Commercial, under date of February seventeenth, says: The Gauley Bridge, burnt by the rebel General Wise, has been rebuilt by Captain E. P. Fitch, the brigade quartermaster, attached to the staff of Gen. Cox. It was constructed in twenty-three working days from the date of making the contract, and was open for travel on the first day of this month. This bridge is about five hundred and eighty-five feet long, ten feet in width, divided into three spans. The main sustaining parts are one and one quarter inch wire ropes. The roadway is of wood and so ingeniously braced that detachments of cavalry ride over it at a charge, producing no more, or in fact not as much vibration as is induced under similar circumstances on a thorough truss-bridge. The Twenty-eighth regiment, Ohio volunteers, Col. Moor, Capt. Simmons's battery, and Capt. Schonberg's cavalry, marched and counter-marched across it some days since, for

52. Wisdom at Roanoke. A couplet slightly changed will show Why Burnside lost his boastful foe; “He that is Wise can run away, And live to fight another day.

One Consolation. The rebels mourn a sad defeat, That might have been completer: For Burnside, though he had a fleet, Must yield to Wise as fleeter!