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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), A Fragment--Cabinet council. (search)
Davis! Soft — I did but dream. [Loud knocking heard at the door.] Who knocks thus loudly? Seward--[without.] 'Tis I, my Lord! the White House cock; Thrice have I crowed since the day hath broke. [Enter Seward, Chase, Bates, Blair, Cameron, and Welles.] Cameron — How doth my good Lord? Lincoln — Indifferently well, methinks, good Coz, That confection of homminy and hog, which, as my wont, Late on yester eve I ate, did most wofully affect me. Have I no leech among my councillors chosen, Who cana peevish, complaining people-- A people who know not which side their bread is buttered. Misguided people! who would fain tear away three stripes-- Two of red and one of white — from our Star-spangled Banner. Seward--[aside.] Long may it wave! Welles — O'er the land of the free! Bates — And the home of the brave! Lincoln — And imagine they founded a new nation! And now yon fighting Colonel Davis, With his ragged ragamuffin crew, loudly swears He'll sit in this very chair wherein we sit
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 350 (search)
rspiring at each pore! Hall waves his gleaming sword, looks proud defiance at his foes, Then sinks exhausted, bleeding most profusely — at his nose; And Doubleday, his longing eye fixed on the distant ships, Collapses, with “My stomach! oh, my stomach!” on his lips. Canto III. A telegram is flying North, 'tis pithy, sharp and curt-- “Fort Sumter's taken — tell Old Abe that no-bod-y is hurt.” A panic strikes the Cabinet, they wriggle in their chairs; Seward mutters “curses deep, not loud” --Welles tries to say his prayers; Old Uncle Abe, their royal liege, grows pallid at the news; Uneasy twitch the nimble feet within his nimble shoes; All downward through his spindle-shanks a nervous tremor flows, And fast the courage oozes from the hero's valiant toes; His hair begins to stand on end, his eyes are full of dread; Already in the streets he hears the Southern. cohorts tread; Already through the White House gates he sees the legions pour; Already dreams their battle-axe is thu