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.

A

MCCLELLAN'S SOLILOQUY.

BY A DAUGHTER OF GEORGIA.

DVANCE or not advance; that is the question.

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? — To fight-to
win-

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.

WE

A NEW LILLIBURLERO.

BY PROFESSOR F. J. CHILD.

ELL, 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,

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

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

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

“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.

"Also, some few I.O.U'S and bets,"

Lilliburlero, etc.,

"Mine and Bob Toombs' and Sildell's and

Rhett's,"

Lilliburlero, etc.

“Lero, lero, that leaves me zero, that leaves me zero," says Uncle Sam.

"Lero, lero, fillibustero, that leaves me zero," says Uncle Sam.

"And, by the way, one little thing more," Lilliburlero, etc.,

"You're to refund the cost of the war,"

Lilliburlero, etc.

"Lero, lero, just what I fear O, just what I fear," says old Uncle Sam,

"Lero, lero, fillibustero, just what I fear," says old Uncle Sam.

"Next, you must own our cavalier blood!" Lilliburlero, etc.,

"And that your Puritans sprang from the mud!" Lilliburlero, etc.

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Lero, lero, that mud is clear O, that mud is clear," says old Uncle Sam,

"Lero, lero, fillibustero, that mud is clear," says old Uncle Sam.