Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1862-03-20
COMIC NOTES FROM THE CAPITAL.


field, Just this side of Fort Corcoran, trim
ming down the ears of my gothic steed Pegas-
us that he might look less like Titanic rabbit,
when saw approaching me an object resemh-
ling a hrown-slone monument. As ii came
nearer. | discovered an eruption Of brass but
TONS at intervals in front, and presently | OBJ
served the ncamens Of a Federal face.
"Strange being?" says l. taking down pis
tol from The natural rack on the side Of my
steed. and at the same time motioning toward
my sword which had hung on one of his hip
bones, cart thou the shade of Metamora, or the
disembodied spirit of II sand hankP'
"My ducky darling" responded the Golion
voice of Captain Bob Sho ty, "you behold
mud sill Just emerged from a liqufed portion
of the sacred soil The mud at present inclos-
ing the Mackerel Brigade is unpleasant to the
personal feelings OF the corps, but the effect at
distance is unique. As YOU survey that ex-
panse of mud from Arlington Heights" con.
inued Captain Bob Shorty, with the veterans
of the Maclere Brigade wading about in it up
to their chins, you are forcibly reminded of
limitess plum pudding, well stocked with ami
mated rasins."
"AIy FRIEND" says "the comparison is apt,
and reminds me Of Shakespeare happier efforts.
But e me, my Pylades, has the dredging for
those missing regiments near Alexandria proved
successful ?"
Capt. Bob Shorty took the mire from his
ears, and then, says he:
"rwo brigades were excavated this morning.
ard are at present building RATS to go down to
Washington after some soap. Let us not utter
complaints against the mud" continued Capt.
Bob Shorty, reilectvely, for it has served to
develop the genius Of New England. We dug
out Yankee regiment from Boston first, and
the moment those wooden nutmeg chaps got
fhnir hog typ In "a rk of he mi I hut
had almost suhocated them, mixed up some
spoiled flour with it, and are now making their
eternal fortunes BY peddling it out for patent
cement"
This remark of the captains. my boy, shows
that the spirit of New England still retains its
natural elasticity, and is capable Of greater
efforts than gnumvtr hams and clocks made
of barrel-hoops and old coffee pots. l have
heard my ancient grandfather relate an example
of this spirit during the war of 1872 He YVES
with select assortment of Pequog chaps at
Bladensburg just before the attack on Wash
ingon, and word came secretly to them that
the Britishers, down in the Chesapeak were out
of flour, and would pay something handsome
for supply. Now these Pequog chaps had no
flour my boy: but that didn't keep them out of
the speculation. They vert Into the nearest
graveyard, dug up all the tombs'ones, put
them into an cid quartz-crushing machine,
pounded them to powder, sent the powder TO
the coast, and sotd Il to the british for the rery
best Fo"', at trelre dol|GrS and dhaT a6aTret
"New England needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
o,,s soit m ''i H.. co .i"e'
Rulo Kew ENGLAND, New England rule the
trade
There's not thing that grows or goes New
Lnslind hasn't made y
And can such people as this be conquered
by horde of goddess rebels Never! re-
peat it, sir-neyer Should the jeff Davis
mob ever get possession of Washington, the
Yankees would build wall around the place,
and invite the public to come and see the me-
nagerp, at two shillings head
On Wednesday, some of our dryest pickets
caught shabby, ong-hoired chap loafng
around the camps with bly, block and sheet OF
paper under his arm, and brought him before
the General of the Mackerel Brigade.
"Well, Samyule," says the general to one Of
the pickes, "what is your charge against the
prisoner?"
"He is yourg man which is spy" replied
Somyule holding up the sheet of paper; land
take this here picture of his to be the Great
Seal of the Southern Confedcracy."
"Why lhnkest thou so, my cherub and
what does the work of art represent?" inquired
the general
The drawing is not one of the best" res.