Litchfield enquirer., 1862-09-04
Letter from Orpheas c. Kerr.

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 Letter from Orpheus c. Kerr. HAPPINESS FOR THE BLACK--THE NEGRO QUEsTIol
 SETTLED IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE BOOK OF FIX
 oDUs--AFFEcTING REMARKS FROM THE GENRE
 AL OF THE MAcKEREL BRIGADE, &C.,, 4c l Once more, my boy, this affectionate hear would render tribute of gushing admiration tt the large souled women of America, who ar, again commencing to luxuriate and comfort ou majestic troops with gifts almost as useful to soldier as fishing-pole would be to the hlari ous Arab of Sahara. As I ambled airily neal Fort Corcoran on Monday, my boy, mounted or my gothic steed Pegasus, and followed by the frescoed dog, Bologna. after the manner of ths British nobility, Ichapeed upon veteran of the siacksfeI Brigade. who had come up from Paris on one of those leaves of absence which grow from the tree styled Sycamore. He was seated nnder Wayside oak, examining some articles that had recently come to him in package now and then addressing his eyes in the more earnest language of the Sixth Ward. | Having refined in my spirited architectural animal, and merely pausing to administer a crumb of cracker from my pocket to hapless blue bottle fly which had rashly alighted upon the backbone of the charger, and was there starving to death, saluted the Mackerel vete- ran, and says 1: ........
 Comrade, wherefore do you select this soli- tary place, to use language only fitting briga- dier when he is speaking to an inferior officer, or high-toned conservative when referring to negroes, Wendell Phillips, and the republican party?'
 The veteran Mackerel sighed deeply, as he spread open the package to full view, my boy, and says he, respectfully:
 Are you married man, my cove ?"
 "No," says l, with telling of mingled insig nifcance and financial compacency, "I never paid milliner's bill in all my life'
 Neither did l." said the veteran, with a gleam of satisfaction, neither did I always has them charged to me but still am the welded pardne1 of one which is woman. l have loved her." says the veteran passionately. 1 have loved her better than loved number Three's masheen, with which was brought up, and that seemed to me like my own brother. have stayed home iron. fire more than once to said to her when I come here was old wo- man" if Sixs foreman comes here after that wrench, while I'm away, tell him I'll break that nose of his when come back We was ali confidence together,'' says the veteran, sniling his chcst mady and never threw brick that didn't tell her of it, and now shes gone and sent me d copy of the Temperance Pledge, a pair of skates, two bottles of toothuche drops, and six sheets of patent fly paper. really be- ieve, says the veteran, bitterly, Il really believe that she thinks aiu't got nothing to do here but keep house and take care of all aged grand mother."
 At the conclusion of this unnatural speech, my boy, hastily trotted away upon my arch- tectural steed; for had not patience enough to talk longer with onewhose nature seemed so ut terly incapable of appreciating those beautiful little attentions which woman's tender heart in- duces her to bestow upon the beloved object. Since the last time was sick, my boy, have entertained positive vene:ation for the won derful foresight of that blessed sex, whose eyes remind me of pearl buttons. At that period, when the doctors had given me up and nothing but their absence seemed capable of saving my l life, one of the prevalent women of America heard of my critical condition, and by her deep knowledge of human nature, was enabled to res. cue me. She sent me bottle of stuff, my boy, saying, in note of vener ble tone, that it had cured her of chapped hands several times, and she hoped it might break my fever. With a thankful confident heart, l threw the bottle out of the window, and got well in less than three months.
 The other day, went down to Accomac again to see the General of the Mackerel Brig ade, who had invited me to be present while he made an offer of bliss to delegation from that oppressed race which has been the snie cause of this unnatural war; and is, therefore, exempted from all concern in it.
 The General, my boy, was seated in his tem- porary room of audience when I arrived, exam ming map of the Border States through g powerful magnifying glass, and occasionally looking into tumbler, as though he expectel to find something there.
 1 "Weil, old Honestly" says I, afably, wha is our next scheme for the benefit of the hu man race?''
 He smiled paternally upon me, and say he;
 It is my purpose to settle the Negro Cues ton in accordance with the principles laid dow in the Book of Exodus. Thunder !" says tn General, with magisterial emphasis, {" if we d lnot secure the pursuit of happiness to the slave even, we violate the Constitution and becom obnoxious to the Border communities.' Il was refecting upon this remark, my boy and wondering what the Constitution had to d
 with the Book of Exodus, when the delegatio I made its appearance, and caused the room t darken perceptibly. Not to lose time, the Ger
 eral waved his hand for the visitors to be seate,
 and says he:
 Yop and we are different races, and for tn
 treason, it must be evident to you, as well as 4 4Ivr.~, al.l .r9 ,,,