Maysville weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1864-1866, 1864-09-22
ROSS & RoSSER, Publishers.
, A Half Cooked iPistle.


"Brick Pomeroy" having yielded to tn
solicitations of his friends and entered tn
army, sends us the following plaiutive pro
test in the shape of half cooked 'Pistle.
"Im a soldier man. large, able bodied
boisterous soldier boy. I'm in the army
part of the Grand Army. 1t is nigh untt
three swe ct years since | milked tn Q brlndlt
COW and kissed my Arsbellar, and started
for to follow a base drum way down in th
land of baseness, where generals chang
their base oftener than we uns charge ou
shirts, and where gray-backs stick TO fell
low longer than do greenbacks. 1t makes
me crawl to think ofit-to think what de
batter 1 shall be if continue in this grand
| lyceum much longer. Talk about Comb on
the Head. Or of one Of these new-fangled
! clipsticker, twentyseven stitch knitting m %
chimes. Us dear cherubims Of the Army
( are the greatest knitting machines in the
world, as we crack our jokes along in a solid
/ column-in a blue mass with brass buttons
I Why dou't you able bodied pets come and
/ extinguish yourselves. LIS fun. We have
but little to do. We 90 to parties-that is,
we attend a ball once in a while And we
are not prnfane, even if proficient in the
sword exercise. All we do is to march
forth from the fourth of one March to an
other We rank as good fellows.
We ight more IN division than in multi
plication. In tact, we don't multiply muchl
sit here in camp. / eatmv hard tack af-
ter it is fried, hammered, broken, and oiled.
l sit and pound nv cube shOrtclkes with
the feeling of reverence due to their great
age, and ponder over the fu'urs end OF the
future. | look at the officers as the 60
prauciug by on their equinoxial steeds
l. .,..t ., / 6. E.,
reasons One is: that my head enjoys the
scratch. and unless | DO 1t with dirty fingers
it is not doLe at all. gaze into the past Of
this brotherlv squirmish and wonder wnen
too will be cut 10 two and offered up by 4
braham on the alter OF Hams. Then
peer into the future even a sweet girl
With red garters peers under her bed in fear
lest some Injurious chVp be Hereunder con
celled, TO appear after she Is IN the arms
Morphy. Then | sing.
Did you ever hear me make melodies in
my heart? l could sing like major before
was a miner in the Lehigh Valley Coal
Mines
Goodness is m usic but I am on it. l am
as terrible as an army with pictorials cotton
hooks, and -prociamatIons, wlen | sing -
Aud the sweet songs are Of my own conPo
sitien. DO not mean OF my own flesh and
blood, but they composed by me on pur.
pose Sometimes folks listen, sometimes
they don't. This is one OF my little inuo-
cent carols:
would that we're home again,
and sparkling the girls al might.
For an eugagemcul there You see
Would be better than all looking over
this desecrAted soil lo?king tor chahce to fight.
The ultimate line may be like this war
little too long for a good thing. Then here
is another verse, impromptu but not impe-
dent.
I'd like to be general
With nothing Tor to DO.
III ike 10 be a general
I'd read the papers drink good wine;
And play draw poker too:
If we lad a fight III stay behind
As most Of generals do.
How is that section Of rythm in uniform
for the poetical eifus;on Of blind boy who
has 70 optics? Ausweri But then | aint
a general. Too smart Tor that Nor a Co
lionel nor a major. nor a captain, simply
high private when / can get the first charge
on a canteeu full of corn cider.
Seventeen minutes since by the sun, /
was made happy as a fire cracker that won't
90 off, by receiving letter from my Ara
bellar. DID you know had an ArsbeI!ar.
Well, have. And she is just Old angei-
cism for a girl of her age, sweet forty one
with prospect. Ste is so handsome a COW
cant stand still while she is milking her.
Aud she is as good as angels arc.
With a s1uint in her eye,
And a kink in her hair
Which is as butter and eegcntly ycllar.
She is sweet aS q p"ach,
And lust in my reach
The belle of La Cross is my Arabe!la,
l,alp ed her face
Dumpy her waist
Her checks are so fat, so freckled and mellur,
Numerous her charms,
Like vices her arms
Lordy!i,'s when she squecses her fclldrl
Her CeIlur isme. Aint iu lucl2 Indeed
is. Well, as | remarked, a letter from her
has inst reached me. You know we uns in
the Army always like letter. Aud this is
the soul eevating style my own fair picture
Of ealth indicated to me.
Dear Brick A Bus q pun for a kiss
Don't come home till this cruel war is oveD
I want you to stay till the whole of piece
is declared, aud Kin come kivered with sln
nv. You know you are my pct. How oft
| have kissed you in my dreams (yes and
when awake) and thunked of you in my
walker moments. 1t is so lonely now that
YOU are away, brave cherisher OF my earth
iv heart, that | have the blues ill my poor
nervous soul is blue as your coat and but
tons. But now feel better.
John William Loyal is here to see me
every other night. We walk out 10 the
COW pasture, we chase the pigs and pissies
around the mill pond, We tramp up and
down the creek, we play with mothers
calves, we hold each other by the hand ,asd
as his curly head lies low in my lap, L Kiss
him for his mothers sake aud in memory OF
IL. ut, md xSrngl
enlist, but be says be aint well. So good =
bye, my darling Brick, who bouny soldier
boy. EVERY yonrly. Ara6el llar."
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