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An' God wun't leave us yit to sink or swim,
Ef we don't fail to du wut 's right by Him.
This land o' ourn, I tell ye, 's gut to be
A better country than man ever see.
I feel my sperit swellin' with a cry
Thet seems to say,

“ Break forth an'

prophesy!” O strange New World, thet yit wast never

young, Whose youth from thee by gripin' need was

wrung, Brown foundlin' o' the woods, whose baby

bed Was prowled roun' by the Injun's cracklin'

tread, An’ who grew'st strong thru shifts an’ wants

an' pains, Nussed by stern men with empires in their

brains, Who saw in vision their young Ishmel strain With each hard hand a vassal ocean's mane, Thou, skilled by Freedom an' by gret events To pitch new States ez Old-World men

pitch tents, Thou, taught by Fate to know Jehovah's

plan Thet man's devices can't unmake a man, An' whose free latch - string never was

drawed in Against the poorest child of Adam's kin, The

grave 's not dug where traitor hands

shall lay In fearful haste thy murdered corse away! I see —


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 on'y guess,” sez he,
“ Thet ef Vattel on his toes fell,

'T would kind o'rile J. B.,
Ez wal ez you an' me!”

Who made the law thet hurts, John,

Heads I win, ditto tails? J. B.was on his shirts, John, Onless my memory fails.

Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess

(I'm good at thet)," sez he, “ Thet sauce for goose ain't jest the juice

For ganders with J. B.,
No more 'n with you or me!”

Jest here some dogs begun to bark, So thet I lost old Concord's last remark: I listened long, but all I seemed to hear Was dead leaves gossipin' on some birch

trees near; But ez they hed n't no gret things to say, An' sed 'em often, I come right away, An', walkin' home’ards, jest to pass the

time, I put some thoughts thet bothered me in

rhyme; I bain't hed time to fairly try 'em on, But here they be - it's


When your rights was our wrongs, John,

You did n't stop for fuss, Britanny's trident prongs, John, Was good 'nough law for us.

Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess,

Though physic 's good,” sez he, “ It does n't foller thet he can swaller

Prescriptions signed ‘J. B.,'

Put up by you an' me!”
We own the ocean, tu, John :

You mus'n' take it hard,
Ef we can't think with you, John,
It's jest your own back-yard.

Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess,

Ef thet 's his claim," sez he,
“ The fencin'-stuff 'll cost enough

To bust up friend J. B.,
Ez wal ez you an' me!”

JONATHAN TO JOHN 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!


Why talk so dreffle big, John,

Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess, Of honor when it meant

John preaches wal,” sez he ; You did n't care a fig, John,

“ But, sermon thru, an' come to du, But jest for ten per cent ?

Why, there's the old J. B.
Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess



an' me!”
He's like the rest," sez he :
“ When all is done, it's number one

Shall it be love, or hate, John ?
Thet 's nearest to J. B.,

It's you thet 's to decide ;
Ez wal ez t you au’ me !”

Ain't your bonds held by Fate, John

Like all the world's beside ? We give the critters back, John,

Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess Cos Abram thought ’t was right ;

Wise men forgive," sez he, It warn't your bullyin' clack, John,

“ But not forgit ; an' some time yit Provokin' us to fight.

Thet truth may strike J. B.,
Ole Uncle S. sez be, “I guess

Ez wal ez you an' me!”
We've a hard row," sez he,
* To hoe jest now; but thet, somehow,

God means to make this land, John, May happen to J. B.,

Clear tbru, from sea to sea, Ez wal ez you an' me !"

Believe an' understand, John,

The wuth o' bein' free. We ain't so weak an' poor, John,

Ole Uncle S. sez he, “ I guess, With twenty million people,

God's price is high,” sez he ; An' close to every door, John,

“But nothin' else than wut He sells A school-house an'a steeple.

Wears long, an' thet J. B.
Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess,

May larn, like you an' me !”
It is a fact," sez he,
** The surest plan to make a Man
Is, think him so, J. B.,

Ez much ez you or me!”

BIRDOFREDUM SAWIN, ESQ., TO Our folks believe in Law, John;

An' it's for her sake, now,
They've left the axe an’ saw, John,

With the following Letter from the RevThe anvil an' the plough.

EREND HOMER WILBUR, A. M. Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess,

TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC Ef 't warn't for law," sez he, ** There'd be one shindy from here to Indy ;

JAALAM, 7th Feb., 1862. An' thet don't suit J. B.

RESPECTED FRIENDS, -- If I know my(When 't ain't 'twixt you an' me !)” self, — and surely a man can hardly be

supposed to have overpassed the limit of We know we've got a cause, John, fourscore years without attaining to some Thet 's honest, just, an' true ;

proficiency in that most useful branch of We thought ’t would win applause, John, learning (e cælo descendit, says the pagan Ef nowheres else, from you.

poet), - I have no great smack of that Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess

weakness which would press upon the pubHis love of right,” sez he,

lick attention any matter pertaining to my * Hangs by a rotten fibre o' cotton : private affairs. But since the following There's natur' in J. B.,

letter of Mr. Sawin contains not only a Ez wal’z in you an' me!”

direct allusion to myself, but that in con

nection with a topick of interest to all The South says, “Poor folks down ! John, those engaged in the publick ministrations An' “ All men up!” say we,

of the sanctuary, I may be pardoned for White, yaller, black, an' brown, John : touching briefly thereupon. Mr. Sawin Now which is your idee?

was never a stated attendant upon my




preaching, - never, as I believe, even an my youth. Happy Saint Anthony of Padua, occasional one, since the erection of the whose finny acolytes, however they might new house (where we now worship) in profit, could never murmur! Quare fremu1845. He did, indeed, for a time, supply erunt gentes? Who is he that can twice a not unacceptable bass in the choir ; but, a week be inspired, or has eloquence (ut whether on some umbrage (omnibus hoc ita dicam) always on tap? A good man, vitium est cantoribus) taken against the and, next to David, a sacred poet (himself, bass-viol, then, and till his decease in 1850 haply, not inexpert of evil in this particu(@t. 77,) under the charge of Mr. Asaph lar), has said, Perley, or, as was reported by others, on

“The worst speak something good : if all want account of an imminent subscription for a new bell, he thenceforth absented himself God takes a text and preacheth patience.” from all outward and visible communion. There are one or two other points in Mr. Yet he seems to have preserved (altâ mente Sawin's letter which I would also briefly repostum), as it were, in the pickle of a animadvert upon. And first, concerning mind soured by prejudice, a lasting scun- the claim he sets up to a certain superiorner, as he would call it, against our staid ity of blood and lineage in the people of and decent form of worship ; for I would our Southern States, now unhappily in rerather in that wise interpret his fling, than bellion against lawful authority and their suppose that any chance tares sown by my own better interests. There is a sort of pulpit discourses should survive so long, opinions, anachronisms at once and anawhile good seed too often fails to root it- chorisms, foreign both to the age and the self. I humbly trust that I have no per- country, that maintain a feeble and buzzsonal feeling in the matter; though I ing existence, scarce to be called life, like know that, if we sound any man deep winter flies, which in mild weather crawl enough, our lead shall bring up the mud out from obscure nooks and crannies to of human nature at last. The Bretons expatiate in the sun, and sometimes acquire believe in an evil spirit which they call vigor enough to disturb with their enforced ar c'houskezik, whose office it is to make familiarity the studious hours of the scbolar. the congregation drowsy ; and though I One of the most stupid and pertinacious have never had reason to think that he of these is the theory that the Southern was specially busy among my flock, yet States were settled by a class of emigrants have I seen enough to make me sometimes from the Old World socially superior to regret the hinged seats of the ancient those who founded the institutions of New meeting-house, whose lively clatter, not England. The Virginians especially lay unwillingly intensified by boys beyond eye- claim to this generosity of lineage, which shot of the tithing-man, served at inter- were of no possible account, were it not for vals as a wholesome réveil. It is true, I the fact that such superstitions are somehave numbered among my parishioners

times not without their effect on the course some who are proof against the prophylac- of human affairs. The early adventurers tick fennel, nay, whose gift of somnolence to Massachusetts at least paid their pasrivalled that of the Cretan Rip Van Win- sages; no felons were ever shipped thither; kle, Epimenides, and who, nevertheless, and though it be true that many deboshed complained not so much of the substance younger brothers of what are called good as of the length of my (by them unheard) families may have sought refuge in Virdiscourses. Some ingenious persons of a ginia, it is equally certain that a great part philosophick turn have assured us that our of the early deportations thither were the pulpits were set too high, and that the sweepings of the London streets and the soporifick tendency increased with the ratio leavings of the London stews. It was this of the angle in which the hearer's eye was my Lord Bacon had in mind when he constrained to seek the preacher. This wrote: “It is a shameful and unblessed were a curious topick for investigation. thing to take the scum of people and There can be no doubt that some sermons wicked condemned men to be the people are pitched too high, and I remember with whom you plant." That certain many struggles with the drowsy fiend in names are found there is nothing to the


purpose, for, even had an alias been be

nobility was ancient riches,” whence also yond the invention of the knaves of that the Spanish were wont to call their nobles generation, it is known that servants were ricos hombres, and the aristocracy of Ameroften called by their masters' names, as ica are the descendants of those who first slaves are now. On what the heralds call became wealthy, by whatever means. Pethe spindle side, some, at least, of the old- troleum will in this wise be the source of est Virginian families are descended from much good blood among our posterity. matrons who were exported and sold for so The aristocracy of the South, such as it is, many hogsheads of tobacco the head. So has the shallowest of all foundations, for notorious was this, that it became one of it is only skin-deep, — the most odious of the jokes of contemporary playwrights, not all, for, while affecting to despise trade, it only that men bankrupt in purse and char- traces its origin to a successful traffick in acter were “food for the Plantations”

men, women, and children, and still draws (and this before the settlement of New its chief revenues thence. And though, as England), but also that any drab would Doctor Chamberlayne consolingly says in suffice to wive such pitiful adventurers. his“ Present State of England,” “ to become “ Never choose a wife as if you were going a Merchant of Foreign Commerce, withto Virginia,”

says Middleton in one of his out serving any Apprentisage, bath been comedies. The mule is apt to forget all allowed no disparagement to a Gentleman but the equine side of his pedigree. How born, especially to a younger Brother,” yet early the counterfeit nobility of the Old I conceive that he would hardly have Dominion became a topick of ridicule in made a like exception in favour of the the Mother Country may be learned from particular trade in question. Oddly enough a play of Mrs. Behn's, founded on the Re- this trade reverses the ordinary standards bellion of Bacon : for even these kennels of social respectability no less than of of literature may yield a fact or two to morals, for the retail and domestick is as pay the raking. Mrs. Flirt, the keeper creditable as the wholesale and foreign is of a Virginia ordinary, calls herself the degrading to him who follows it. Are our daughter of a baronet, “ undone in the late morals, then, no better than mores after rebellion, her father having in truth all? I do not believe that such aristocracy been a tailor, — and three of the Council, as exists at the South (for I hold with assuming to themselves an equal splendor Marius, fortissimum quemque generosissiof origin, are shown to have been, one “a mum) will be found an element of anybroken exciseman who came over a poor thing like persistent strength in war, servant,” another a tinker transported for thinking the saying of Lord Bacon (whom theft, and the third "a common pickpocket one quaintly called inductionis dominus et often flogged at the cart's tail." The

Verulamii) as true as it is pithy, that “ the ancestry of South Carolina will as little

more gentlemen, ever the lower books of pass muster at the Herald's Visitation, subsidies.” It is odd enough as an historthough I hold them to have been more ical precedent, that, while the fathers of reputable, inasmuch as many of them were New England were laying deep in religion, honest tradesmen and artisans, in some education, and freedom the basis of a polity measure exiles for conscience' sake, who which has substantially outlasted any then would have smiled at the high-flying non- existing, the first work of the founders of sense of their descendants. Some of the Virginia, as may be seen in Wingfield's more respectable were Jews. The absurd | “Memorial,” was conspiracy and rebellion, ity of supposing a population of eight mil- -odder yet, as showing the changes which lions all sprung from gentle loins in the are wrought by circumstance, that the first course of a century and a half is too mani- insurrection in South Carolina was against fest for confutation. But of what use to the aristocratical scheme of the Propriediscuss the matter? An expert geneal- tary Government. I do not find that the ogist will provide any solvent man with a cuticular aristocracy of the South has added genus et proavos to order. My Lord Bur- anything to the refinements of civilization leigh used to say, with Aristotle and the except the carrying of bowie-knives and Emperor Frederick II. to back him, that the chewing of tobacco, — a high-toned

Southern gentleman being commonly not I HED it on my min' las' time, when I to only quadrumanous but quidruminant.

write ye started, I confess that the present letter of Mr. To tech the leadin' featurs o' my gittin' me Sawin increases my doubts as to the sincer- convarted; ity of the convictions which he professes, But, ez my letters hez to go clearn roun' and I am inclined to think that the triumph by way o' Cuby, of the legitimate Government, sure sooner 'T wun't seem no staler now than then, by or later to take place, will find him and a th' time it gits where you be. large majority of his newly adopted fellow- You know up North, though secs an' things citizens (who hold with Dædalus, the pri- air plenty ez you please, mal sitter-on-the-fence, that medium tenere Ther' warn't nut one on 'em thet come jes' tutissimum) original Union men. The crit



idees : icisms towards the close of his letter on They all on 'em wuz too much mixed with certain of our failings are worthy to be

Covenants o' Works, seriously perpended ; for he is not, as I An' would hev answered jest ez al for think, without a spice of vulgar shrewd

Afrikins an' Turks, ness. Fas est et ab hoste doceri: there is no Fer where 's a Christian's privilege an' bis reckoning without your host. As to the

rewards ensuin', good-nature in us which he seems to gird Ef 't ain't perfessin' right and eend 'thout at, while I would not consecrate a chapel,

nary need o' doin'? as they have not scrupled to do in France, I dessay they suit workin’-folks thet ain't to Nôtre Dame de la Haine (Our Lady of noways pertic'lar, Hate), yet I cannot forget that the cor- But nut your Southun gen'leman thet ruption of good-nature is the generation keeps his parpendic'lar ; of laxity of principle. Good-nature is our I don't blame nary man thet casts his lot national characteristick; and though it be, along o' his folks, perhaps, nothing more than a culpable But ef you cal’late to save me, 't must be weakness or cowardice, when it leads us to

with folks thet is folks ; put up tamely with manifold impositions Cov'nants o' works go ’ginst my grain, but and breaches of implied contracts (as too

down here I've found out frequently in our publick conveyances) it The true fus’-fem’ly A 1 plan, — here 's becomes a positive crime when it leads us

how it come about. to look unresentfully on peculation, and to When I fus' sot up with Miss S., sez she to regard treason to the best Government that

me, sez she, ever existed as something with which a “ Without you git religion, Sir, the thing gentleman may shake hands without soil. can't never be ; ing his fingers. I do not think the gallows- Nut but wut I respeck," sez she, “ your tree the most profitable member of our intellectle part, Sylva ; but, since it continues to be planted, But you wun't noways du for me athout a I would fain see a Northern limb ingrafted change o' heart : on it, that it may bear some other fruit Nothun religion works wal North, but it's than loyal Tennesseeans.

ez soft ez spruce, A relick has recently been discovered on Compared to ourn, for keepin' sound," sez the east bank of Bushy Brook in North she, “ upon the goose ; Jaalam, which I conceive to be an inscrip- | A day's experunce 'd prove to ye, ez easy’z tion in Runick characters relating to the

pull a trigger, early expedition of the Northmen to this It takes the Southun pint o' view to raise continent. I shall make fuller investiga

ten bales a nigger ; tions, and communicate the result in due You 'll fin' thet human natur', South, ain't season. Respectfully,

wholesome more 'n skin-deep, Your obedient servant,

An' once 't a darkie's took with it, he wun't HOMER WILBUR, A. M.

be wuth his keep.”

“How shell I git it, Ma'am ? P. S. – I inclose a year's subscription

I. “Attend the nex' camp-meetfrom Deacon Tinkham.


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