The Southern journal., 1846-08-08
From the ". O. Delta.
The War Opinions Of Billy White.

"Well. here am again! I amt in
a state of'masterly inactivity, oh, no,
| by no means! Nothin' to eat, and no.
thin to do-no yaller Jack-no kol.
lery, and nothin' to speculate on but
them nankeen"colored Mexicans.-
[Guverment amt doin' the right
thing, and if Jimmy Polk know'd
what know, there'd be difference
in the way Of prosccutin' the existen
war. Let's see! there's Polk, Scott,
Marcy, Bob Walker, and old Tom
nous zcerron Ritchie,-them's the prin-
cipals, the reg'lur Al, No. Ones-en-
gagged in this orful affair. Old Zack
Taylor is 'some,' and his docyments is
very good compositions; the old hoss
is all fight to the backbone, but Uncle
Sam rid him so hard at first that !
wonder he wusen't spavin'd. Polk's
a wholeso'd feller--he does every
thing for the best-but he haint been,
TO .Merico! Scott was good actor in
his time, and in the dramas of Chip
pywar and Lundy's Lane he was
star-a big star, sure-but on one oc-
casion lately he certinly did leave off
the big licks, and took TO playin' the
part Of first supe in the tbri|ln' play of
'War with Mexico, or Who shall
Command Marcy l don't like no
how, and his gains won't be as much
as he spects they'll amount to. He
kumpletely krippled the old General,
and made many son Of Louisa Anna
blush with shame. Only to think-a
feller in Orleans gives up his sitywa-
ton; sells all he's got to git it,out;
kisses his wife or sweetheart for the
last time, and then, by the jumpin' Je.
hosaphat! he's told that he can't be
received! Oh, no! they'll take the
regiments from Tennessee, and Ohigh-
er, and Merryiand, and New York;
but the sons of Louisa Anna ai'nt al
lowed to go! 'Spose the yaller fever
breaks out amongst them up"river
boys--they amt 'climated; they amt
been like me, in the Chirity Horses
pittle--and who's goin' to nuss 'em
when they're sick? Why, it'll take
one half the army to nuss the other
half, and if one-third on 'em lives to
git into the in ntea-ror, they'll find
sort of Chinese Wall, and plenty of
gunpowder tea to drink! And amt
the -(d-n that bulldog! he's goin'
into my apartment under the wharf
there, againY-Mexicans hill at ma
kin sops of all kinds. They won't
pot no pizen in the water; they won't
put no little powders in their mixturs
of beans and green billed corn, which
at fust tastes very nice, bd4 4afterward,
sends you to Davy Jones or Fidler'S
Green whichever you may prefer.
"But, never mind; pizen amt got
nothin' to do with Bob Walker, and
| got to think of him for spell.--
Bob's purity good feller, and tends
to Uncle Sans dimes like major
He's one Of them fellers that sleeps
with both eyes open; but, as l heer'd
"a niger preacher say once, 'he Keeps
hissef to hissef,' SO much that l think
he belongs to the genus 'keener.' He
knows how the wind blows, and how
and when squall is a goin' to set in,
and I'm told that when he gifts mad it
takes two of of the clerks of his de-
partment, an old man, and the editor
of the Union to hold the hair on his
head! Hurraw for Bob! He's Just
about my size, only "a little more cbun-
ky, and he's one of 'em-sure!
sBut talk amt uar. There's Gen"
eral George Washington Dixon; he
walked the plank once, one thousand
hours at time; the captain of the
ship of state ought TO order him to be
hauled up TO the gangway, have his
feet lashed to the gratings. and after
he had bussed the gunner's daughter,