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Ashelterin' 'em, ez Caleb sez, under our eagle's

pinions, Wich means to take a feller up jest by the slack o'

's trowsis An' walk him Spanish clean right out o' all his

homes an houses; Wal, 'it doos seem a curus way, but then hooraw

fer Jackson ! It must be right, fer Caleb sez it's reg’lar Anglo


The Mex'cans don't fight fair, they say, they piz'n

all the water, An’ du amazin' lots o' things thet isn't wut they

ough' to; Bein' they haint no lead, they make their bullets

out o' copper An’ shoot the darned things at us, tu, wich Caleb

sez aint proper; He sez they'd cugh' to stan’ right up an'let us pop

'em fairly, (Guess wen he ketches 'em at thet he'll hev to git

up airly,) Thet our nation's bigger'n theirn an' so its rights

air bigger, An' thet it's all to make 'em free thet we air pullin'

trigger, Thet Anglo Saxondom's idee's abreakin' 'em to

pieces, An' thet idee's thet every man doos jest wut he

damn pleases; Ef I don't make his meanin' clear, perhaps in some

respex I know thet “every man

don't mean a nigger or a Mexican; An' there's another thing I know, an' thet is, ef

these creeturs, Thet stick an Anglosaxon mask onto State-prison


I can,

Should come to Jaalam Centre fer to argify an?

spout on't, The gals 'ould count the silver spoons the minnit

they cleared out on't.

This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable

feetur, An' ef it worn't fer wakin' snakes, I'd home agin

short meter; O, wouldn't I be off, quick time, ef't worn't thet

I wuz sartin They'd let the daylight into me to pay me fer

desartin ! I don't approve o' tellin' tales, but jest to you I

may state

well now,


Our ossifers aint wut they wuz afore they left the

Bay-state; Then it wuz

“ Mister Sawin, sir, you're middlin'

be Step up an' take a nipper, sir; I'm dreffle glad to

see ye”; But now it's “ Ware's my eppylet ? here, Sawin,

step an' fetch it! An' mind your eye, be thund'rin' spry, or, damn

ye, you shall ketch it ! » Wal, eż the Doctor sez, some pork will bile so, but

by mighty, Ef I hed some on 'em to hum, I'd give 'em linkum

vity, I'd play the rogue’s march on their hides another

inusic follerin' But I must close my letter here, fer one on' em's

ahollerin, These Anglosaxon ossifers--wal, taint no

ajawin', I'm safe enlisted fer the war,




[Those have not been wanting (as, indeed, when hath Satan been to seek for attorneys?) who have maintained chat our late inroad upon Mexico was undertaken, not so much for the avenging of any national quarrel, as for the spreading of free institutions and of Protestantism. Capita rix duabus Anticyris medenda! Verily I admire that no pious sergeant among these new Crusaders beheld Martin Luther riding at the front of the host upon a tamed pontifical bull, as, in that former invasion of Mexico, the zealous Gomara (spawn though he were of the Scarlet Woman) was favored with a vision of St. James of Compostella, skewering the infidels upon his apostolical lance. We read, also, that Richard of the lion heart, having gone to Palestine on a similar errand of mercy, was divinely encouraged to cut the throats of such Paynims as refused to swallow the bread of life (doubtless that they might be thereafter incapacitated for swallowing the filthy gobbets of Mahound) by angels of heaven, who cried to the king and his knights,-Seigneurs, tuez! tuez! providentially using the French tongue, as being the only one understood by their auditors. This would argue for the pantoglottism of these celestial intelligences, while, on the other hand, the Devil, teste Cotton Mather, is unversed in certain of the Indian dialects. Yet must he be a semeiologist the most expert, making himself intelligible to every people and kindred by signs; no other discourse, indeed, being needful, than such as the mackerel-fisher holds with his finned quarry, who, if other bait be wanting, can by a bare bit of white rag at the end of a string captivate those foolish fishes. Such piscatorial oratory is Satan cunning in. Before one he trails a hat and feather, or a bare feather without a hat; before another, a Presidential chair, or a tidewaiter's stool, or a pulpit in the city, no matter what. To us, dangling there over our heads, they seem junkets dropped out of the seventh heaven, sops dipped in nectar, but, once in our mouths, they are all one, bits of fuzzy cotton.

This, however, by the way. It is time now revocare gradum. While so many miracles of this sort, vouched by eyewitnesses, have encouraged the arms of Papists, not to speak of Echetlæus at Marathon and those Dioscuri (whom we must conclude imps of the pit) who sundry times captained the pagan Roman soldiery, it is strange that our first American crusade was not in some such wise also signalized. Yet it is said that the Lord hath manifestly prospered our armies. This opens the question, whether, when our hands are strengthened to make great slaughter of our enemies, it be absolutely and demonstratively certain that this might is added to us from above, or whether some Potentate from an opposite quarter may not have a finger in it, as there are few pies into which his meddling digits are not thrust. Would the Sanctifier and Setter-apart of the seventh day have assisted in a victory gained on the Sabbath, as was one in the late war? Or has that day become less an object of his especial care since the year 1697, when so manifest a providence occurred to Mr. William Trowbridge, in answer to whose prayers, when he and all on shipboard with him were starving, a dolphin was sent daily," which was enough to serve 'em; only on Saturdays they still catched a couple, and on the Lord's Days they could catch none at all” ? Haply they might have been permitted, by way of mortification, to take some few sculpins (those banes of the salt-water angler), which unseemly fish would, moreover, have conveyed to them a symbolical reproof for their breach of the day, being known in the rude dialect of our mariners as Cape Cod Clergymen.

It has been a refreshment to many nice consciences to know that our Chief Magistrate would not regard witli eyes of approval the (by many esteemed) sinful pastime of dancing, and I own myself to be so far of that mind, that I could not but set my face against this Mexican Polka, though danced to the Presidential piping with a Gubernatorial second. If ever the country should be seized with another such mania de propagandâ fide, I think it would be wise to fill our bombshells with alternate copies of the Cambridge Platform and the Thirtynine Articles, which would produce a mixture of the highest explosive power, and to wrap every one of our cannon-balls in a leaf of the New Testament, the reading of which is denied to those who sit in the darkness of Popery. Those iron evangelists would thus be able to disseminate vital religion and Gospel truth in quarters inaccessible to the ordinary missionary. I have seen lads, unimpregnate with the more sublimated punctiliousness of Walton, secure pickerel, taking their unwary siesta beneath the lily-pads too nigh the surface, with a gun and small shot. Why not, then, since gunpowder was unknown in the time of the Apostles (not to enter here upon the question whether it were discovered before that period by the Chinese), suit our metaphor to the age in which we live, and say shooters as well as fishers of men ?

I do much fear that we shall be seized now and then with a Protestant fervor, as long as we have neighbor Naboths whose wallowings in Papistical mire excite our horror in exact proportion to the size and desirableness of their vineyards. Yet I rejoice that some earnest Protestants have been made by this war,-I mean those who protested against it. Fewer they were than I could wish, for one might imagine America to have been colonized by a tribe of those nondescript African animals the Aye-Ayes, so difficult a word is No to us all. There is some malformation or defect of the vocal organs, which either prevents our uttering it at all, or gives it so thick a pronunciation as to be unintelligible. A mouth filled

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