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Stanton (search for this): chapter 5
s with chains, And gag the Lord Christ's preachers? ”O Prince of rebels! have we not Almost eclipsed Iscariot, And quite shamed Peter's little blot, With treachery and lying? Have we not hacked, and hewed, and burned, And pillaged what the poor had earned; Brought havoc on the rich, and spurned The famished and the dying? ”So, being thine in word and deed, We trust we shall not vainly plead In this our time of frightful need And perilous reverses; Therefore, sink every Federal boat, Let Stanton be with palsy smote, Make George McClellan cut his throat, And blast Old Abe with curses! ”Then, Satan, whilst we give thee thanks, Kill Shields, choke Halleck, poison Banks, And spread through all the Yankee ranks Terrific devastation! Let loose the plagues and pestilence, Stir up the Northern malcontents, And drive the invading mudsills hence, In utter consternation! ”By all the incense we have brought; By all the ruin we have wrought; By every woe and every clot Of murder, grim and go
Grant (search for this): chapter 5
ere sat that awful potentate King Jeff, the great secesher; He looked exceedingly forlorn, Harassed and vexed, annoyed and worn; 'Twas plain his office didn't return Much profit or much pleasure. Says Jeff (he thus soliloquized:) ”This isn't quite as I surmised; It really cannot be disguised, The thing is getting risky: Winchester, Donelson, Roanoke, Pea Ridge, Port Royal, Burnside's stroke At Newbern — by the Lord, I choke!” Jeff took a drink of whisky. “McClellan, too, and Yankee Foote; Grant, Hunter, Halleck, Farragut, With that accurst Fremont to boot;” (Right here he burst out swearing; And then, half-mad and three parts drunk, Down on his shaking knees he sunk, And prayed like any frightened monk, To ease his blank despairing.) He prayed: ”O mighty Lucifer! Than whom of all that are or were There is no spirit worthier To be our lord and master; O thou Original Secesh! Please pity our poor quaking flesh, And break this tightening Union mesh, And stop this dire disaster!
Hunter (search for this): chapter 5
that awful potentate King Jeff, the great secesher; He looked exceedingly forlorn, Harassed and vexed, annoyed and worn; 'Twas plain his office didn't return Much profit or much pleasure. Says Jeff (he thus soliloquized:) ”This isn't quite as I surmised; It really cannot be disguised, The thing is getting risky: Winchester, Donelson, Roanoke, Pea Ridge, Port Royal, Burnside's stroke At Newbern — by the Lord, I choke!” Jeff took a drink of whisky. “McClellan, too, and Yankee Foote; Grant, Hunter, Halleck, Farragut, With that accurst Fremont to boot;” (Right here he burst out swearing; And then, half-mad and three parts drunk, Down on his shaking knees he sunk, And prayed like any frightened monk, To ease his blank despairing.) He prayed: ”O mighty Lucifer! Than whom of all that are or were There is no spirit worthier To be our lord and master; O thou Original Secesh! Please pity our poor quaking flesh, And break this tightening Union mesh, And stop this dire disaster! ”We t
April 14th, 1862 AD (search for this): chapter 5
ave we not hacked, and hewed, and burned, And pillaged what the poor had earned; Brought havoc on the rich, and spurned The famished and the dying? ”So, being thine in word and deed, We trust we shall not vainly plead In this our time of frightful need And perilous reverses; Therefore, sink every Federal boat, Let Stanton be with palsy smote, Make George McClellan cut his throat, And blast Old Abe with curses! ”Then, Satan, whilst we give thee thanks, Kill Shields, choke Halleck, poison Banks, And spread through all the Yankee ranks Terrific devastation! Let loose the plagues and pestilence, Stir up the Northern malcontents, And drive the invading mudsills hence, In utter consternation! ”By all the incense we have brought; By all the ruin we have wrought; By every woe and every clot Of murder, grim and gory; By every shriek and every wail That makes the stunned heart blanch and pale, Oh! let thy servants now prevail-- And thine shall be the glory!” Saint Paul, April 14, 1862
Lucifer (search for this): chapter 5
cannot be disguised, The thing is getting risky: Winchester, Donelson, Roanoke, Pea Ridge, Port Royal, Burnside's stroke At Newbern — by the Lord, I choke!” Jeff took a drink of whisky. “McClellan, too, and Yankee Foote; Grant, Hunter, Halleck, Farragut, With that accurst Fremont to boot;” (Right here he burst out swearing; And then, half-mad and three parts drunk, Down on his shaking knees he sunk, And prayed like any frightened monk, To ease his blank despairing.) He prayed: ”O mighty Lucifer! Than whom of all that are or were There is no spirit worthier To be our lord and master; O thou Original Secesh! Please pity our poor quaking flesh, And break this tightening Union mesh, And stop this dire disaster! ”We trust we have not been remiss In duty or in sacrifice; We feel we have wrought thine abyss Some services, good devil! The hottest hell-fire marked our track O'er the green land we have made black; We think our hands have not been slack In doing work of evil. ”Have
David G. Farragut (search for this): chapter 5
ate King Jeff, the great secesher; He looked exceedingly forlorn, Harassed and vexed, annoyed and worn; 'Twas plain his office didn't return Much profit or much pleasure. Says Jeff (he thus soliloquized:) ”This isn't quite as I surmised; It really cannot be disguised, The thing is getting risky: Winchester, Donelson, Roanoke, Pea Ridge, Port Royal, Burnside's stroke At Newbern — by the Lord, I choke!” Jeff took a drink of whisky. “McClellan, too, and Yankee Foote; Grant, Hunter, Halleck, Farragut, With that accurst Fremont to boot;” (Right here he burst out swearing; And then, half-mad and three parts drunk, Down on his shaking knees he sunk, And prayed like any frightened monk, To ease his blank despairing.) He prayed: ”O mighty Lucifer! Than whom of all that are or were There is no spirit worthier To be our lord and master; O thou Original Secesh! Please pity our poor quaking flesh, And break this tightening Union mesh, And stop this dire disaster! ”We trust we have not b
Yankee Foote (search for this): chapter 5
raight,) There sat that awful potentate King Jeff, the great secesher; He looked exceedingly forlorn, Harassed and vexed, annoyed and worn; 'Twas plain his office didn't return Much profit or much pleasure. Says Jeff (he thus soliloquized:) ”This isn't quite as I surmised; It really cannot be disguised, The thing is getting risky: Winchester, Donelson, Roanoke, Pea Ridge, Port Royal, Burnside's stroke At Newbern — by the Lord, I choke!” Jeff took a drink of whisky. “McClellan, too, and Yankee Foote; Grant, Hunter, Halleck, Farragut, With that accurst Fremont to boot;” (Right here he burst out swearing; And then, half-mad and three parts drunk, Down on his shaking knees he sunk, And prayed like any frightened monk, To ease his blank despairing.) He prayed: ”O mighty Lucifer! Than whom of all that are or were There is no spirit worthier To be our lord and master; O thou Original Secesh! Please pity our poor quaking flesh, And break this tightening Union mesh, And stop this dire
Clarence Butler (search for this): chapter 5
5. Jeff Davis's prayer. by Clarence Butler. Bowed down with grievous cares of state, (For things weren't going very straight,) There sat that awful potentate King Jeff, the great secesher; He looked exceedingly forlorn, Harassed and vexed, annoyed and worn; 'Twas plain his office didn't return Much profit or much pleasure. Says Jeff (he thus soliloquized:) ”This isn't quite as I surmised; It really cannot be disguised, The thing is getting risky: Winchester, Donelson, Roanoke, Pea Ridge, Port Royal, Burnside's stroke At Newbern — by the Lord, I choke!” Jeff took a drink of whisky. “McClellan, too, and Yankee Foote; Grant, Hunter, Halleck, Farragut, With that accurst Fremont to boot;” (Right here he burst out swearing; And then, half-mad and three parts drunk, Down on his shaking knees he sunk, And prayed like any frightened monk, To ease his blank despairing.) He prayed: ”O mighty Lucifer! Than whom of all that are or were There is no spirit worthier To be our lord and m
St. Paul (Minnesota, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
ave we not hacked, and hewed, and burned, And pillaged what the poor had earned; Brought havoc on the rich, and spurned The famished and the dying? ”So, being thine in word and deed, We trust we shall not vainly plead In this our time of frightful need And perilous reverses; Therefore, sink every Federal boat, Let Stanton be with palsy smote, Make George McClellan cut his throat, And blast Old Abe with curses! ”Then, Satan, whilst we give thee thanks, Kill Shields, choke Halleck, poison Banks, And spread through all the Yankee ranks Terrific devastation! Let loose the plagues and pestilence, Stir up the Northern malcontents, And drive the invading mudsills hence, In utter consternation! ”By all the incense we have brought; By all the ruin we have wrought; By every woe and every clot Of murder, grim and gory; By every shriek and every wail That makes the stunned heart blanch and pale, Oh! let thy servants now prevail-- And thine shall be the glory!” Saint Paul, April 14,
New Bern (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
ce Butler. Bowed down with grievous cares of state, (For things weren't going very straight,) There sat that awful potentate King Jeff, the great secesher; He looked exceedingly forlorn, Harassed and vexed, annoyed and worn; 'Twas plain his office didn't return Much profit or much pleasure. Says Jeff (he thus soliloquized:) ”This isn't quite as I surmised; It really cannot be disguised, The thing is getting risky: Winchester, Donelson, Roanoke, Pea Ridge, Port Royal, Burnside's stroke At Newbern — by the Lord, I choke!” Jeff took a drink of whisky. “McClellan, too, and Yankee Foote; Grant, Hunter, Halleck, Farragut, With that accurst Fremont to boot;” (Right here he burst out swearing; And then, half-mad and three parts drunk, Down on his shaking knees he sunk, And prayed like any frightened monk, To ease his blank despairing.) He prayed: ”O mighty Lucifer! Than whom of all that are or were There is no spirit worthier To be our lord and master; O thou Original Secesh! Pleas
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