Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1864-04-30
From the N Y. Eve Post.
War Poetry-Eghythm n m icai Patriotism.

When correspondents and editors get through
with a subject, the poets and wits take y
up. The amount of literature that has been
evoked bv the events of this war, Is enough 10
appal any unfortunate collector OF scraps VINO
attempts to preserve 1t or classify It. We pro
pose to give the reader glimpse OF some Oh tne
Queerest things that have been written In eccen-
trio expression of different phases OF sentiment.
Some of the epgrams that have found ther
way into print are worth preserving M
TO SOUTH CAROLINA.
o Carolina, sister, pray come back;
Scorn not our flag, nor lightly talk OF wars,
Lest Uncle Sam, once fairly on your track !,
Should make you feel the stripes and see the
stars.
REBEL FLEETNEss. .
Not half the soldiers on the rebel side
Can spell their names, If grave reports we
heed
Yet southern learning has been much belled,
If it be true that ''he who runs may read!'
COMMODORE FoorE.
Foote was an accommodating name for puns,
and it was well improved:
What need have we now for gun or sabre,
The recreant rebels to slash OF to shoot,
When at Henry, and at Donelson, Abe makes
them caper,
BY simply applying toe of his Foote!
Again: !.
The rebels say, In boasting way
They'll every inch of ground dispute;
A brag indeed well better heed,
Whenever they withstand one Foote.
FLOYD.
The thief Is a coward by natures law,
Who betrays the state to no one is true;
And the brave foe at Fort Doneson saw B.
Their light-fngered Floyd was light footed too.
And again:
A doule thief and traitor he,
Whose heart is so unlike a mans
AS first to rob the Treasury, 4t
Then steal away from Rosecrans
PILLOW.
o most puissant General Pillow,
Just hang that gun upon willow,
Or else prepare yourself instead
To be Pillow without head.
eovERNoR MAGoFFIs.
Beriah Magofin,
You traitorouS ruffian rF -
I'm sure the community think that you ought
With kickin and cuffln,'
Laid flat as muffin,
To have a good stutfln
OF powder and shot. go
GOVERNOR WISE.
The rebels mourn sad defeat,
That might have been completer
For Burnside, though he had fleet,
Must yield TO Wise asJ1eetcr.
A couplet slightly changed will show
Why Burnside lost his boastful foe
''3e that is Wise can run away,
And live to fight another day."
TIE DRAFT
| Old Abe's a magician, whose talent extends
| Fen to making an army ofSbakers;
| For his late drafting order has made troops OF
Friends,
In fact filed the city with Quakers
HOME GUARD SONG.
am a son ofma's g and I've listed for the wars
In the sidewalk hussars an officer am l
I've boldly drawn my scabbard and I've thrown
| away my sword,
| And III bleed for my country like blackber-
ry pie!
COTTON.
jeff Davis boasts that ''Cottons king"
Upon his thrones SO written;
| But he'll soon find, when on his swing,
That Hemp is king of Cotton.
HILARIOUS PATRIOTISM.
| national hymn, said to have been writer
by national her, commences as follows:
o, HLE Columbusl take my bunnit
Ireckon now you've bin and dun IL
Bring out your guns, all you that has EN-
And blaze away with enthusiasm;
The trumpet beat, the base drum blow,
The rebels times come for to go.
| a lauy pOsStSSeu Vi u UTdN6 uuSuduu oiuS'
her joyful war-song to the tune of ''Gobbler In
the Beanpatch, In the following manner
| My husband is gallant, and
| My husband is gay;
Whene'er he takes war like stand,
| The rebels run away;
He laughs laugh of scornfu wrath,
| To see the towards fee,
With their high, their low, their pumma-
didle, natbang, sollygoggle iamboree!
The following was the defiant song which
Burnsdes soldiers sent over, with ringing vol
oes, TO the North Carolina shore as they ap
preached it:
Say, rebels, will you meet us,
Say, rebels, will you greet us,
Say, rebels, will you beat us,
On North Carolina shore!
In the name Of God well meet you,
With the sword of God we'll greet YOU
/ BY the grace of God weT beat you,
On North Carolina shore:
Singing glory, halleujah,
Singing glory, hallelujah,
Singing glory, halelujah,
TO God foreyermore
With the sword of jeff you meet us,
In the name Of jeff you greet us,
In treason's cause TO beat us,
On North Carolina shore.
But our flag shall float forever,
| II,,iO chan