“Don't shoot,” he cried, "give me the spoils, And let us make a 'PEACE !'"

CALL 'EM NAMES, JEFF.

SAID Beauregard to Lee and Jeff :

"Those Yankee sons of thunder,

Will scatter us from right to left,
Or cause us to knock under,
Unless we find some other way,
Of meeting their advances;
We've made up faces now so long,
They do not mind our glances."

"Oh! true," said Jeff, "I know it well; How shall we change our game, sir? "Oh! dear," said Lee, "I cannot tell."

Quoth Beau, "We'll call 'em names, sir." "That's good!" said Jeff; 'you've hit it,

Beau!"

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Cried Lee: "That's what's the matter!

We'll call them Abolitionist,

And then you'll see them scatter!"

They rubbed their traitor hands in glee,
And issued stringent orders,

Signed by the polite Beauregard,

That henceforth, throughout their borders, The only word that should be used

To name the Yankee soldier, Should be an "Abolitionist!"

And then he strutted bolder.

They really thought that calling names
Had strengthened their position,
When all their sneaking curs up North
Run yelping" Abolition!"

But soon we made the traitors know
'Twas something else the matter;
The more they "Abolition" howled,
The more we didn't scatter.

We take the name you gave us, Beau.,
We mean to make it true, sir;

We'll first abolish slavery,

And then abolish you, sir!

You thought we'd guard your niggers, Jeff,
And keep them raising corn, sir,

To feed the traitor hordes you lead-
We'll do it in a horn, sir!

We'll free your blacks and fight your whites,
And dig for traitors graves, sir,
Until there's not in all the land

A traitor or a slave, sir!

When that is done, we'll home return(The homes to us so dear, sir,)

And soundly kick and cuff the curs

Now barking in our rear, sir!

You were not the coward to say "I can't,"
Nor the boaster to say "I can!"

But
you went to work with a will, and won,
To prove that the thing could be done.
Oh! God was kind, and heaven was true
When it gave us a man like U-

lysses Grant,

When it gave us a man like you!

We honor you, General Grant!

You have made

The hearts of the nation with joy to pant,

That were lying cold in the shade;

And they bless you ever for what you've doneFor the glorious victories won,

And pray that kind heaven may grant a few More such brave fighting men as U

lysses Grant,

More such brave fighting men as you!

W

A PICTURE.

BY GEORGE W. BUNGAY.

THEN the sweet roses, blushing red, In Eden their first fragrance shed, A traitor and a copperhead

Came in disguise,

Diffusing knowledge; and he said: "Eat and be wise,

And wisdom shall anoint thine eyes.”

And when the woman saw the tree,
So pleasant for the eye to see,

She ate forbidden fruit. Thus she
Hath men misled

Now 'neath the tree of Liberty
This copperhead

Appears in blue and white and red.

Under the silent grass he hides,
Among the weeds and flowers he glides,
Down by the brooks he most abides—
A treacherous thing;

The Stars and Stripes that deck his sides
Conceal a sting;

Venom and death are in his spring.

Satan seceded, and he fell,

In chains and darkness doomed to dwell With other traitors who rebel,

In act and word,

Because he'd rather reign in hell
Than serve the Lord,

Who guards us with his flaming sword.