McNair;
And the brass-buttoned lover--bold Captain Brown--
Was nevermore seen in that rural town.
Mrs. McNair
Is tall and fair;
Mrs. McNair is slim;
And her husband again is her only care--
She is wonderfully fond of him;
For now he is all the dear lady can wish--he
Is a captain himself--in the State militia.
1859.
THE DRAFT
[January, 1865.]
Old Father Abe has issued his "Call"
For Three Hundred Thousand more!
By Jupiter, boys, he is after you all--
Lamed and maimed--tall and small--
With his drag-net spread for a general haul
Of the "suckers" uncaught before.
I am sorry to see such a woeful change
In the health of the hardiest;
It is wonderful odd--it is "passing strange"--
As over the country you travel and range,
To behold such a sudden, lamentable change
All over the East and the West.
"Blades" tough and hearty a week ago,
Who tippled and danced and laughed,
Are "suddenly taken," and some quite low
With an epidemical illness, you know:
"What!--Zounds!--the cholera?" you quiz;--no--no--
The doctors call it the "Draft."
What a blessed thing it were to be old--
A little past "forty-five;"
'Twere better indeed than a purse of gold
At a premium yet unwritten, untold,
For what poor devil that's now "enrolled"
Expects to get off alive?
There's a miracle wrought in the Democrats;
They swore it was murder and sin
To put in the "Niggers," like Kilkenny cats,
To clear the ship of the rebel rats,
But now I notice they swing their hats
And shout to the "Niggers"--"_Go in!_"
THE DEVIL AND THE MONK
Once Satan and a monk went on a "drunk,"
And Satan struck a bargain with the monk,
Whereby the Devil's crew was much increased
By penceless poor and now and then a priest
Who, lacking cunning or good common sense,
Got caught _in flagrante_ and out of pence.
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