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Browsing named entities in Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore).
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Hudson (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
Kenwood (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
Wise (search for this): chapter 6
White (search for this): chapter 6
John Bull (search for this): chapter 6
6.
Jonathan to John. A Yankee Idyl. It don't seem hardly right, John, When both my hands was full, To stump me to a fight, John-- Your cousin, tu, John Bull! Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess We know it now,” sez he; “The lion's paw is all the law, Accordina to J. B., Thet's fit for you an' me!” Blood ain't so cool as ink, John: It's likely you'd haa wrote, An‘ stopped a spell to think, John, Arter they'd cut your throat! Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess He'd skurce haa stopped,” sez he, “To mind his p's and q's ef that weasan‘ Hed b'longed to ole J. B., Instid oa you an' me!” Ef I turned mad dogs loose, John, On your front-parlor stairs, Would it jest meet your views, John,, To wait an' sue their heirs? Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess, I on'y guess,” sez he, “Thet, e‘ Vattell on his toes fell, 'Twould kind o‘ rile J. B., Ez wall ez you an' me!” Who made the law thet hurts, John, Heads, I win — ditto, tails? “J. B.” was on his shirts, John, Onless
Indy (search for this): chapter 6
Bigelow (search for this): chapter 7
7.
the Mason and Slidell case: Respectfully dedicated to Mr. Bigelow, of the Bigelow Papers. Goina abroad to sell yer country, Was you, Gentlemen?
Do tell! Got tripped up afore you done it;-- My!
'Twas something of a “Sell.” Folks that do sich dirty business, Travelina on the devil's route, O'rt to ask theirselves the question, “Does your mother know you're out?” Reckon we're a leetle smarter Than they took us for afore; Anyhow, my boys, we've nabbed 'em! Show 'em in an' shet the door. 'Tis n't jest the kind oa quarters They'd ‘ave chose, I tell you what; Never mind, they're very welcome; Jest as lives they'd stay as not. Give 'em bread and water plenty, May be it ‘ill bring 'em round; ‘Taint the beverage they're used to Where they come from, I'll be bound. Should'nt wonder if they're homesick; Folks are apt to be, but still, They've a mighty pleasant prospect, Lookina out on Bunker Hill. Wonder ef it ever strikes 'em How their Fathers fought an' bled Settina up the
Slidell (search for this): chapter 7
W. S. Mason (search for this): chapter 7
Connecticut (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): chapter 7