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Them thet rule us, them slave-traders,
To take sarse an' not be riled ;—
All on eend at bein' biled?
Ez fer war, I call it murder,-
'Taint your eppyletts an' feathers
Wut's the use o' meetin'-goin'
Trainin' round in bobtail coats,-
This 'ere cuttin' folks's throats.
They may talk o' Freedom's airy
It's a grand gret cemetary
Fer the barthrights of our race;
Aint it cute to see a Yankee
Tell ye jest the eend I've come to
'Taint by turnin' out to hack folks
"Taint the hide thet makes it wus,
All it keers fer in a feller
'S jest to make him fill its pus.
Want to tackle me in, du ye?
Wen cold lead puts daylight thru ye
'Spose the crows wun't fall to pickin'
Jest go home anʼ ask our Nancy
Take them editors thet's crowin'
Though they be so blasted bold;
'Fore they think on't they will sprout, (Like a peach thet's got the yellers,) With the meanness bustin' out.
Wal, go 'long to help 'em stealin'
Massachusetts, God forgive her,
She's akneelin' with the rest,
She, thet ough' to ha' clung fer ever
Wile the wracks are round her hurled, Holdin' up a beacon peerless
To the oppressed of all the world!
Haint they sold your colored seamen ?
They'd ha' done 't ez quick ez winkin'
Clang the bells in every steeple,
"I'll return ye good fer evil
Much ez we frail mortils can, But I wun't go help the Devil
Makin' man the cus o' man; Call me coward, call me traiter, Jest ez suits your mean idees,—
Here I stand a tyrant-hater,
An' the friend o' God an' Peace!"
Ef I'd my way I hed ruther
We should go to work an' part,—
They take one way, we take t'other,—
Ef there's thousands o' my mind.
[The first recruiting sergeant on record I conceive to have been that individual who is mentioned in the Book of Job as going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it. Bishop Latimer will have him to have been a bishop, but to me that other calling would appear more congenial. The sect of Cainites is not yet extinct, who esteemed the first-born of Adam to be the most worthy, not only because of that privilege of primogeniture, but inasmuch as he was able to overcome and slay his younger brother. That was a wise saying of the famous Marquis Pescara to the Papal Legate, that it was impossible for men to serve Mars and Christ at the same time. Yet in time past the profession of arms was judged to be kar' ¿çox that of a gentleman, nor does this opinion want for strenuous upholders even in our day. Must we suppose, then, that the profession of Christianity was only intended for losels, or, at best, to afford an opening for plebeian ambition? Or shall we hold with that nicely metaphysical Pomeranian, Captain Vratz, who was Count Königsmark's chief instrument in the murder of Mr. Thynne, that the Scheme of Salvation has been arranged with an especial eye to the necessities of the upper classes, and that " God would consider a gentleman and deal with him suitably to the condition and profession he had placed him in"? It may be said of us all, Exemplo plus quam ratione vivimus. -H. W.]