SONG OF THE COPPERHEAD. Grow black with gloom, and from its thunder-lair Of treason sick, shall spew the monster forth, Be consecrate anew, to Freedom and to God! 157 Delia R. German. SONG OF THE COPPERHEAD. THERE was glorious news, for our arms were victorious 'T was sometime ago and 't was somewhere out West; The big guns were booming, But one man was gloomy, and glad all the rest! Intending emotions delightful to damp, He hummed and he hawed, and he sneered and he sighed, A snake in the grass, and a spy in the camp, While the honest were laughing, the Copperhead cried! There was news of a battle, and sad souls were aching The traitor! the sneak! say, what fate shall await him, Who forgets his fair land, and who spits on her fame? Let no woman love him! Let honest men hate him! Let his children refuse to be known by his name! In the hour of our sorrow all recreant we found him, AT GETTYSBURG.* LIKE a furnace of fire blazed the midsummer sun A mist in our rear lay Antietam's dark plain, That night, with the ensign who rode by my side, And, there, while we watched the first arrows of dawn He spoke of a sire in his weakness cut down, For days he had followed the cowardly band; Had seared in his forehead the deep Minié brand, *The Battle of Gettysburg was fought July 1st, 2d, and 3d, 1863. AT GETTYSBURG. "But one of the rangers had cheated his fate, - 159 O, who would have thought that beneath those dark curls Lurked vengeance as sure as death-rattle! Or fancied those dreamy eyes - soft as a girl's Could light with the fury of battle? To horse! pealed the bugle, while grape-shot and shell A cheer for the flag! and the summer light fell So on we dashed, heedless of dangers; A moment our long line surged back at the shock I looked for our ensign: ahead of his troop, His torn flag furled round him in festoon and loop, And his clear voice rang out, as I saw his bright sword With "this for the last of the murderous horde!" At evening, returned from pursuit of the foe, Yet how could we mourn, when every proud strain When we knew that the North reaped her rich harvest grain Unharmed by a foe on her border! Harpers' Weekly. HOW ARE YOU, GENERAL LEE? OF General Lee, the Rebel chief, you all perhaps du know How he canie North, a short time since, to spend a month or so ? But soon he found the climate warm, although a Southern man, And quickly hurried up his cakes,* and toddled home again. Chorus — How are you, General Lee? it is; why don't you longer stay? How are your friends in Maryland and Pennsylvani-a? Jeff. Davis met him coming back: " Why, General Lee," he said, "What makes you look and stagger so? there's whiskey in your head." "Not much, I think," says General Lee; "No whiskey's there, indeed; What makes me feel so giddy is, I've taken too much Meade!" "But you seem ill yourself, dear Jeff. sad enough; You look quite I think, while I've been gone, Old Abe has used you rather rough." "Well, yes, he has, and that's a fact; it makes me feel downcast, As long as the importance of hurrying buckwheat pancakes from the griddle to the table is impressed upon the American mind, this vile slang will need no explanation. But the fame of the rebel march into Pennsylvania and of the victory of Gettysburg will probably outlive even the taste for those alluring compounds. For they've bothered us at Vicksburg, so 't is Granted them at last." Chorus — Then, how are you, Jeff. Davis? What is it makes you sigh? How are your friends at Vicksburg and in “Yes, Vicksburg they have got quite sure, and Richmond soon they'll take; At Port Hudson, too, they have some Banks I fear we cannot break : While Rosecrans, in Tennessee, swears he'll our army flog, And prove if Bragg's a terrier good, Holdfast's a better dog." How are you, Jeff. Davis? Would you not like to be A long way out of Richmond and the Confede-ra-cy? For, with "Porter" on the river, and "Meade upon the land, I guess you'll find that these mixed drinks are more than you can stand. HYMN FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY, 1863. BY GEORGE II. BOKER. LORD, the people of the land Help us, Lord, our only trust! |