St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1863-04-23
FROM ARTEMUS WARD, JR.-HE VIs-
ITS RICHMOND.

Its putty plane to my mind that We
earnt to have Peas as long as the fite goes
on. Not much. The sympathizin Demos
promist that these rebellion shood be ovc;
as soon as they was 'lected, an they al,
doin all in thar power to get it overall
over the. North. You Good stick more
loyalty in chickens ear than sich men
possess. @,
The other day I 'pinted myself com.
nittee ov the whole to 90 to Richmon an
see eff [ coodent convins J. Davis ov the
error ov his ways, an persuade him to jine
the Young Mems Christian Association.
Sumthin must soon be did to have the
War stopt> or by the time its ended the
Northern Sympathizers will have no
Southern Brethren, or no Constitution, o,
no Declaration or Declaration of Injypen-
dence, or no nothing, or anything else
None. Whar Good We procoor G. Wash
ingtons, j. Quincy Jefersons, Thomase
Adamses, etsettery, to make another Con-
stitootio1. and so 4th-the larst especially
Echo ansers-Whar? That's Why the
Brecks air taken sich good care of that
nstrooment-which reminds me oy lit.
incident, as A. L. obsarvcs.
A chap saz to me, sez he, II know but
one way to get rid ov the sympathizers. "
(Which is how ?" I arskt.
"Why," sez he, Grip the Constitution
into splintereens rent it in twain, an
scatter the pieces to the end ov the earth" !"
"How would them do it ?'' l cooden t
sec it much.
"Why you know thar love for it is SO
crate that eff it was destroyed, it would
brake thar hearts and kill 'em ded, which
would be the end of 'em."
"Peas be to thar end" sez I. "Long
may it waver ~
But I was goin' to tell you about me
tri = to the capital ov the Southern Con-
thieveracy. 1t was a bootiful mornin'
that [ started-nary a cloud obskewered
the Orb ov Day-and rove at the secesh
lines. A dirty Hooking Confed called me
"Halt!' and pinted bagonet at me. He
arskt me who was, an whar was gone.
"My friendly ruff" sez l, "I've just
bin up North stealin' things an sich for
jeff. Me an him air ole pals"
He left me pars.
Arfter travelling spell, I obsarved a
ole house by the roadside, 4 feelin faint
and thirsty, entered. The only family
l found home was likely lookin young
femail gal, whose Johnny had gone for a
solger. She was weepin bitterly.
"Ne putty rose bud" seq I, "why dost
thou weep?"
She made nary answer, but weeped-
ested on. l placed me hand onto her he'd,
brusht back the snowy ringlets from her
pale brow, an kis-an pasyfed her.
"What cawsed them tears, fare maid ?"
I arskt again.
"Why," sez she, "brother John pronl:st
to bring me home some Yankee boans to
make jewelry, but he had to 90 and git
killd, & now 1 won't git ary Boan, an
0, its too bad-boo boo o-o!''
Yes, it was muchly 2 bad-an more too
A woman's tears brings the undcrsind, az
fer the time bcin I was a rebel sympathi-
Zer.
"Enny Fathersw
"Only one. But he's ded. Mother
went over to see Uncle Reub."
"Was John putty good brother?'
eyes, John was, o SO kind. His was
the only bosom I had to repos these weary
herd ONTO"
I pitied the maid, an hinted that she
might rcpos her weary he'd on my Shirt
front-an she reposcd. An was her
Brother John for awhile, as it were.