We owe you a grudge, we confess it, John Bull, And when each instalment in turn becomes due, MCCLELLAN. MASTER Genius! on whose shoulders rest Burdens, such as the kingliest only bear, Thou standest now, to thy large work addressed, With soul so calm, in patience so possessed, 'Mong all our living, great beyond compare! Only the great are patient, they can wait: Fools ever fret, and chafe at wise delay; And now when flippant tongues unloose their hate, Stand firm! to thy just purpose consecrate, And let the envious Cascas have their day, And die and be forgotten! They-of old So slandered him whose glories manifold Halo the nation. Thy work is well begun When some now speak of thee, as they of WASH INGTON. New-York, Feb. 24, 1862. A. D. F. RANDOLPH. JEFF DAVIS, ON HIS ELECTION AS PRESIDENT FOR SIX YEARS. BY SIGMA." ATAN was chained a thousand years, SATAN We learn from Revelation That he might not, as it appears, Longer "deceive the nation." 'Tis passing strange, if you've no fears A hundred thousand rebels' ears The blood of all those gallant braves, And if you're not prepared to die Fly, traitor, to some lonely niche, Your ashes undisturbed, unless He'll surely trouble your repose, EPITAPH. Pause for an instant, loyal reader. His bow was furnished with two strings, And prayed to God, and served the devil. 289 Their blessings were so everlasting, To find a more atrocious knave, YE MOURNFUL SKEDADDLE OF KING ISHAM AND HIS GODLY PARSONS FROM YE GOODLY CITY OF NASHVILLE, WITH YE KING'S GREAT VISION, AND ARMAGEDDON'S INTERPRETATION THEREOF, AND YE SPIRIT-RAPPER'S FLIGHT, AND YE GRAND CONGREGATION ON YE PUBLIC SQUARE, WITH DIVERS OTHER MATTERS LAMENTABLE TO RECORD. A VERY MOURNFUL BALLAD, WRITTEN BY JOHANNES GILPINUS, JR., O.K.; WITH SUNDRY PITHY AND EXCELLENT NOTES EXPLANATORY. THE better part of valor is-discretion; in the which latter part I have saved my life.-SIR JOHN FALSTAFF. Eheu, Postume, fugaces anus labuntur !-HORACE. KING ISHAM was a mighty man, Of valor and renown; The rebel train-bands eke he led He walked the stately halls which crown Her Capitolian hill, Begirt with a Prætorian band, The vassals of his will. In midnight caucus they had met, And, like their slaves, had bound and sold Conquered the lovely city lay; The tattered banner CAMPBELL brought Waved like a troubled ghost, and mourned There came a messenger one morn, * Henry, Barrow, and Totten, the triad of traitors, who sold Tennessee to the Confederacy and their names to eternal infamy. The flag of Governor Campbell's "Bloody First," riddled at Monterey and Buena Vista, now hanging in the Capitol. |