Till Treasury Notes will not pay to forge?
What are you waiting for, tardy George?

Are you waiting for your hair to turn,
Your heart to soften, your bowels to yearn
A little more toward "our Southern friends,"
As at home and abroad they work their ends?
"Our Southern friends!" whom you hold so dear
That you do no harm and give no fear,

As you tenderly take them by the gorge -
What are you waiting for, tardy George?

Now that you've marshalled your whole command, Planned what you would, and changed what you planned;

Practised with shot and practised with shell,

Know to a hair where every one fell,

Made signs by day and signals by night;
Was it all done to keep out of a fight?
Is the whole matter too heavy a charge?
What are you waiting for, tardy George?

Shall we have more speeches, more reviews?
Or are you waiting to hear the news;
To hold up your hands in mute surprise,
When France and England shall" recognize"?

Are you too grand to fight traitors small?
Must you have a nation to cope withal?
Well, hammer the anvil and blow the forge-
You'll soon have a dozen, tardy George.

Suppose for a moment, George, my friend—
Just for a moment—you condescend
To use the means that are in your hands,
The eager muskets and guns and brands;
Take one bold step on the Southern sod,
And leave the issue to watchful God!
For now the nation raises its gorge,
Waiting and watching you, tardy George.

I should not much wonder, George, my boy,
If Stanton get in his head a toy,
And some fine morning, ere you are out,
He send you all "to the right about”-
You and Jomini, and all the crew
Who think that war is nothing to do

But to drill and cypher, and hammer and forge —
What are you waiting for, tardy George?

January, 1862.

MCCLELLAN'S SOLILOQUY.

BY A DAUGHTER OF GEORGIA.

ADVANCE or not advance; that is the ques

tion.

Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer

The jeers and howlings of outrageous Congress

men;

Or to take up arms against a host of rebels,
And, by opposing, beat them?

win

To fight—to

No more and by a victory, to say we end
This war, and all the thousand dreadful shocks
The flesh's exposed to-'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To fight, to win,

To beat! perchance be beaten; ay, there's the rub;

After a great defeat, what would ensue!
When we have shuffled off the battle-field,
Must give us pause; there's the respect,
That makes calamity a great defeat.

But shall I bear the scorn of all the North,
The "outward" pressure and old Abe's reviling,
The pangs of being scoffed at for this long delay,
The turning out of office, (ay, perchance,

When I myself might now my greatness make
With a great battle ?) I'd not longer bear
To drill and practise troops behind intrench-
ments,

But that the fear of meeting with the foe
On dread Manassas, from whose plains
Few of us would return, puzzles my will,
And makes me rather bear the ills I have
Than fly to others which are greater far.
These Southerners make cowards of us all.
-Charleston Mercury.

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OVERTURES FROM RICHMOND.

A NEW LILLIBURLERO.

BY PROFESSOR F. J. CHILD.

WELL, Uncle Sam," says Jefferson D.,

Lilliburlero, old Uncle Sam,

"You'll have to join my Confed'racy,"

Lilliburlero, old Uncle Sam.

“Lero, lero, that don't appear O, that don't appear," says old Uncle Sam.

"Lero, lero, fillibustero, that don't appear," says old Uncle Sam."

"So, Uncle Sam, just lay down your arms,' Lilliburlero, etc.,

"Then you shall hear my reas'nable terms," Lilliburlero, etc.

"Lero, lero, I'd like to hear O, I'd like to hear," says old Uncle Sam,

66

Lero, lero, fillibustero, I'd like to hear," says old Uncle Sam.

"First, you must own I've beat you in fight," Lilliburlero, etc.,

66 Then, that I always have been in the right," Lilliburlero, etc.,

แ "Lero, lero, rather severe O, rather severe," says old Uncle Sam.

"Lero, lero, fillibustero, rather severe," says old Uncle Sam.

"Then you must pay my national debts,"

Lilliburlero, etc.,

"No questions asked about my assets,"

Lilliburlero, etc.

"Lero, lero, that's very dear O, that's very dear," says old Uncle Sam,

"Lero, lero, fillibustero, that's very dear, says old Uncle Sam.