Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-06-12


gowns and curl papers, rustling in, scream
too, to show the tenderness and the weakness
of their womanhood. Now, Ebenezer, Amt
all these creatures pretty hypocrites -! | mean
what | say-and III prove it.
Bless their little satisfied souls! how they
DO love the military, to be sure! What a
beautiful thing is a review to 'em-isn't 1t
And how they'll smile upon cannon balls as
if they were things to eat-aud how they'll
wink their precious eyes in the breast-plates
OF the dear officers, more than if they stared
in their own looking-glasscs! And then, in
their little pulfed-up hearts, they think no
more of a man than Of a barn-door fowl, If he
isn't Il soldier. But only put a feather in his
cap-red cloth and gold lace on his body
roll him tight round with a sash (tlo babe OF
glory !)-and let a long sword dangle by his
side-and to woman's heart, what a dear pea
cock the sweet fellow is! She could follow
him all over the world {; his feathers are
so fine, and he does strut SO beautifully
And in this way, Ebenezer, do women again
and again make themselves parties to war
| and wickedness! In their hearts, to be sure,
they don't mean it. They'll flint, some of
'em, to see a cut finger; but then a review
only shows the frippery of war-without the
blood. The music's beautiful, and there's
no call for lint. s. +
But let me come back-for I've wandered
a long way-to the siege of Numsk' II, just
to let you see the beauties of war. Well, the
mayor, and his wife and daughters, are all
embracing one another in the bedroom, when
bang comes another shell, and blows away
| Maria and Louisa (young pretty things, that
never did harm to anybody into the next
world. Bang-bang-lall the shells! Crash
goes the house, and the mayor and his wife,
| and three daughters, scramble down stairs,
and hide in the cellar!
Now, Mr.. Mayor was a great man for war,
and all its glory. Yes! when full of his
best port, he would give his %favorite toast
"a speedy war and soon!" And where
fore? The purple-faced old ass knew moth
ing of wal but its outside linery. The regi-
mental band, the flies and drums, made him
feel as strong as Samson-but then he'd new
err had bomb shells drop through his house,
and his helpless children slaughtered under
his eyes. How very differently does he now
-squatted low, like a toadstool in his cellar
think of war! How does he groan and
shake, and in his misery tear his grey hairs,
as he hears the bull Of war roaring about him,
and listens to the yells and shouts Of men,
like devils escaped from the burning pit, to
work destruction! And now-bang-bang
his house is burst open-half the regiment of
the Pennsylvania rifles flock in--Pillage, Pill
lage, is the cry-,hey tear from raom to room
they descend into the cellar-they stave in
pipes and hogsheads-they seize the mayors
three daughtors-and could lie ever have
thought it!) noW is he grateful that Maria
and Louisa, i'll Sudden death, met a better
fate. Well, the poor mayor makes a rush at
ono of the heroes, when his brains are knock
ed out by the buit-end Of a musket, and the
90 glory continues.
But | know your answer TO this. You say,
tive never suffered all this. The ~rascllly
enemy can't zone 10 Numskull to 40 this
wickedness-pe are safe :" Why, you sto.
ny-hearted ruflian--forgive me, for a minute,
Ebenezer---is the atrocity any the less be.
cause yOu don't suffer it is il a bit better be.
cause you send out men to do all this and ell
dufe none of the horror yourself! But, 50 i
is, EbeneZer; you and such noodles as you,
roar about the glory Of war, because you've
, only seen a reyiew--have only looked upor
l the glossy skin of the tiger, and have neve
felt its teeth and claws. True it is, you've
paid taxes; and certainly, it is thought BAG
enough to bleed at the pocket; but, after all
It's not guile so bad as to bleed yourself, o
see your wife or children bleeding on the bay
onet. Purse-strings are delicate; but, some
how or the other, heart-strings carry it.
And therefore, Ebenezer, let me hear nj
more Of your cock-a-do odle-do-ing about thu
n splendor of war, and the grandeur of the mil
: itla. If you want to punish your fellow
: creatures, Amt you a grocer and general deal
er, and can't you be satisfied
d There's short weight, adulterltlon, passing
! off bad money 80 fifty ways for you to de
. light the devil with bnt don't treat i'm t
: the morsel of all that he best loves war
wicked stupid, war!
And with this, | am, Your best friend,
JUNIPER HEDGEHOG, CaJnGn.