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!

BELMONT.

ULYSSES S. GRANT.

BY GEORGE W. BIRDSEYE.

GIVE us your hand, General Grant,

You're a man!

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!

WH

A PICTURE.

BY GEORGE W. BUNGAY.

HEN 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.

FOR

AM I FOR PEACE ?-YES!

BY DANIEL S. DICKINSON.

the peace which rings out from the cannon's throat,

And the suasion of shot and shell, Till rebellion's spirit is trampled down To the depths of its kindred hell.

For the peace which shall follow the squadron's tramp,

Where the brazen trumpets bray,

And, drunk with the fury of storm and strife,
The blood-red chargers neigh.

For the peace that shall wash out the leprous stain Of our slavery-foul and grim;

And shall sunder the fetters which creak and clank On the down-trodden dark man's limb.

I will curse him as traitor, and false of heart,
Who would shrink from the conflict now;
And will stamp it, with blistering, burning brand,
On his hideous Cain-like brow.