, 1862-02-20
Tbe Ctibune.
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1862,


The Southern Mase-The Devil Visits
the White House.
We hare referred to several recent instances
showing looking up in tile Southern muse,
which has long reaiated every forcing process
and been the great grief Of its friends by the
ta1dincss Of growth. We have before Us q
moroccan, few extracts Of which nny interest
our readers. It is from the pen of one Rev. s.
2. Birch, OLA Grange, Georgia, and originally
published in the Atlanta ConJsxleracy, Tue
reverend writer deemed it SO good that spe-
chilly revised copy was printed in the Il Grange
Reporter: The theme Of the piece and is AT
gument is cx xcellent- We certainly have in it
the reverend poets testimony that the Devil
is On the side Of the Con1tdcracy, since under
30 other circumstance would Old Sooty llarc
gone to the White Housc in person to abuse
Old Abe, 1t is rather extraordinary that q cler
gy1nan should claim and asow such an ally for
his side Of tile struggle, but be knew best
Hero Is a part Of what the Devil had TO say:
Alas to your shame,
NO victory cslmc,
But rcproach and disgrace OF the whole Yankee
name.
Your armies went forth, but not to the battle
They went forth plnndeE the fields Of their cattle
To steal the young chickens and capture the hens,
Nfke Y illia1a Comet TF'mb1e- Toe, , and put EN-
On the pages Of history no 1oftier place
Can be claimed for your thieyny and cowlrd1y race,
But ran IN confusion from The d presence St msn.
When last your Grand Army forced to fight.
They were routed, defeated and driven in flight,
orcrEhelm'd d with confusion from the plains OF
Like . ai:at miserable pack of terrifcd asses.
Vast for this labofea with yiglant toll
tjrt1I1 7S1S1
| To build up your party with lying p:etensions, ;.
With demagoSuc tricks and Chicago Conventions:
! i this is the fruit Of my labor and zeal,
! :n sutc that deserve the Eemorsc that I feel,
For becoming the tool
| OF shallow Drained foul,
Win the form Of az ape aad az 1he head Of a. san q.
What say yon to tAis:'' cried Old Nick, waxing
!. hot;
:o3d sssttz an o7a ass and sszxa54 to boot,
| Toomean too let 1--we, and too worthless to shoot
| But to conc to the point more directly in hand,
Allow me once more in good faith to demand
! The grounds Of this pitiiu1, vile proclamation
t For lasting aud payer by the whole Yankee nation
! While you murder, and steal, and violate Rw**
! VIII your prayers be heard when you ask ths
Eternal
40; this war, ike yonr=elf, is 6rgolten IN Sin,
And lose it or win
You must now begin
| To fight with the spirit OF 'Seyenty-six,
and abn1sdon your pititul Yankee tric1s.''
pno1h Honest Old ABB, m in ycry bad tx.
You arc right now, Tor once,'' said Old Nicl
But sueL ase the fruits Of transsrcssion and sin
Then where lies the BLANC? Not with me, I al
EuIe,
You made the di=easc: yon must seek for the cure
and now in conclusion, your attention call.
To1 single fact noTe-3tls tue saddest Of all.:'
Gas he spoke tic hot tears cante flush to Ills eyes
THE Gospel has made me the father Of lies
Ard the record Is true. From the very bcginui1
I have tutozcd the world in lying and SHINING;
! But 1t stirs up MY soul with grief and yexsIion
To sec youI abonfnahle Yankee Nation
| 0utstripring me far in the depths Of its shame,
and heapIrE rcproach on my kingdom and name
| l've one word to add; lis 4 terrible one!
lonr political sky looks dark and dun;
Tie fate clouds gathering o'cE your setting su1
| You bayr ruiucd your nation-desr1acd its name
! And hurled OH its people a heritage Of shame
| You have murdered its glory and pride ut q blow
| Aud filled its proud cities with wnillns and woe
The ayengcr is coming. Ger your dirk future patti
Is broodins storm Of terrible wrath
Tic WRONGS Of oppression, the blood Of tho e1ain
The pleadinss of widows for their lost ones agail
The cries Of the poor, all starving for bread,
The curse Of the nation, overwhelming with drea
Shall break like IN avalanche full on your head.
Then woe to the day when Deau1esard comes
With his fiery lcSione from their Southern homes
When the roar of their guns shall ell you wi'
fright.
And the fash Of their sabrcs Enall eleam on 30,
And tncn shall you sink to q n,crci1ess tomb.