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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The Propositions for an Armistice. (search)
. In referring to this statement, you ask: Who made these propositions for an armistice or peace, the adoption of which Mr. Wood pretends to believe would have settled the matter by All-Fools' day? Were they made by Davis and his fellow-rebels? If so, how does Mr. Wood know any thing about them? Has he been in secret correspondence with the enemy? Or were they made by some of the anti-war men here? If so, who authorized them? And what are the terms of the propositions from which Mr. Wood Mr. Wood hopes so much? If they are honorable to the nation; if they are such as patriotic Americans ought to favor, why not make them public at once? To which I say in reply, that the statement referred to was made by me deliberately, with a full and persoined from the publicity of them only by the request of one of the principal officers of the Government. When this interdiction shall be withdrawn, I will cheerfully gratify your curiosity. Very respectfully, etc., March 11, 1863. Fernando Wood.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), King Cotton. (search)
are to do the same thing-- Crush liberty all the world over. But though — to assist you my spirit inclines, A year or two first I must plot on; Just wait till I've pillaged those Mexican mines, And then I may help you to cut up some shines.” “I wish you'd make haste,” says King Cotton, King Cotton, “I wish you'd make haste,” says King Cotton. King Cotton goes off with two fleas in his ear, He goes to those sons of----their mothers, The copperhead reptiles, who bother us here, Vallandigham, Wood, and the others; “Once more, my brave fellows, be true to your kind, And stay the war-storm that comes hot on! Bewilder our foe with your fire from behind, And go it for Davis and slavery blind! Come give us a lift,” says King Cotton, King Cotton, “Come give us a lift,” says King Cotton. The copperheads said: “To our kind we are true, We lie and we hiss as we used to, But the people have found they can do without you, And sad are the straits we're reduced to. Our necks feel a