Thet we'd better nut air our perceedins in print,
Nor pass resserlootions ez long ez your arm
Thet may, ez things heppen to turn, do us harm;
For when you've done all your real meanin' to
smother,

The darned things 'll up an' mean sunthin' or 'nother.

Jeff'son prob❜ly meant wal with his "born free an' ekle,"

But it's turned out a real crooked stick in the

sekle;

It's taken full eighty-odd year

see ?

don't you

From the pop'lar belief to root out thet idee,
An', arter all, suckers on 't keep buddin' forth
In the nat❜lly onprincipled mind o' the North.
No, never say nothin' without you 're compelled
tu,

An' then don't say nothin' thet you can be held

tu,

Nor don't leave no friction-idees layin' loose
For the ign'ant to put to incend❜ary use.

You know I'm a feller thet keeps a skinned eye On the leetle events thet go skurryin' by,

Coz it's of'ner by them than by gret ones you'll

see

Wut the p❜litickle weather is likely to be.

Now I don't think the South's more 'n begun to

be licked,

But I du think, ez Jeff says, the wind-bag 's gut

pricked;

It'll blow for a spell an' keep puffin' an' wheez

in',

The tighter our army an' navy keep squeezin', For they can't help spread-eaglein' long 'z ther''s a mouth

To blow Enfield's Speaker thru lef' at the South.
But it's high time for us to be settin' our faces
Towards reconstructin' the national basis,
With an eye to beginnin' agin on the jolly ticks
We used to chalk up 'hind the back-door o' poli-

tics;

An' the fus' thing 's to save wut of Slav'ry ther' 's lef'

Arter this (I mus' call it) imprudence o' Jeff : For a real good Abuse, with its roots fur an'

wide,

Is the kin' o' thing I like to hev on my side;
A Scriptur' name makes it ez sweet ez a rose,
An' its tougher the older an' uglier it grows-
(I ain't speakin' now o' the righteousness of it,
But the p❜litickle purchase it gives an' the profit.)

Things look pooty squally, it must be allowed, An' I don't see much signs of a bow in the cloud:

Ther''s too many Deemocrats leaders, wut 's

wuss

Thet go for the Union 'thout carin' a cuss

Ef it helps ary party thet ever wuz heard on,
So our eagle ain't made a split Austrian bird on.
But ther' 's still some consarvative signs to be
found

Thet shows the gret heart o' the People is sound:
(Excuse me for usin' a stump-phrase agin,
But, once in the way on 't, they will stick like
sin :)

There's Phillips, for instance, hez jes' ketched a Tartar

In the Law-'n'-Order Party of ole Cincinnater; An' the Compromise System ain't gone out o'

reach,

Long 'z you keep the right limits on freedom o'

speech.

'T warn't none too late, neither, to put on the

gag,

For he 's dangerous now he goes in for the flag.
Nut thet I altogether approve o' bad eggs,
They're mos' gin'lly argymunt on its las' legs,
An' their logic is ept to be tu indiscriminate,
Nor don't ollus wait the right objecs to ʼliminate ;
But there is a variety on 'em, you 'll find,
Jest ez usefle an' more, besides bein' refined,
I mean o' the sort thet are laid by the diction-

ary,

Sech ez sophisms an' cant, thet 'll kerry convic

tion ary

Way thet you want to the right class o' men,

An' are staler than all 't ever come from a hen:

"Disunion " done wal till our resh Southun

friends

Took the savor all out on 't for national ends;
But I guess "Abolition "'ll work a spell yit,
When the war's done, an' so will "Forgive-an'-
forgit."

Times mus' be pooty thoroughly out o' all jint,
Ef we can't make a good constitootional pint;
An' the good time 'll come to be grindin' our exes,
When the war goes to seed in the nettle o' texes:
Ef Jon'than don't squirm, with sech helps to as-
sist him,

I give up my faith in the free-suffrage system;
Democ'cy wun't be nut a might interestin',
Nor p'litikle capital much wuth investin';
An' my notion is, to keep dark an' lay low
Till we
see the right minute to put in our
blow.

But I've talked longer now 'n I hed any idee, An' ther' 's others you want to hear more 'n you du me;

So I'll set down an' give thet 'ere bottle a skrim

mage,

For I've spoke till I'm dry ez a real graven

image.

very

No. VI.

SUNTHIN' IN THE PASTORAL LINE.

TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY.

JAALAM, 17th May, 1862. GENTLEMEN,At the special request of Mr. Biglow, I intended to enclose, together with his own contribution, (into which, at my suggestion, he has thrown a little more of pastoral sentiment than usual,) some passages from my sermon on the day of the National Fast, from the text, "Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them," Heb. xiii. 3. But I have not leisure sufficient at present for the copying of them, even were I altogether satisfied with the production as it stands. I should prefer, I confess, to contribute the entire discourse to the pages of your respectable miscellany, if it should be found acceptable upon perusal, especially as I find the difficulty in selection of greater magnitude than I had anticipated. What passes without challenge in the fervor of oral delivery, cannot always stand the