Litchfield enquirer., 1864-04-28

Singing glory, hallelujah, Singing glory, hallelujah, To God forevermore With the sword of Jeff. you meet us, Tn the name of Jeff. you greet us, In treason's cause to beat us
 On North Carolina shore.
 But our flag shall float forever,
 And our Union none shall sever,
 And treason punish ever,
 On North Carolina shore,
 Singing" etc. The way, the border state patriots concluded. finally, that it was necessary to treat traitors, is thus explained:
 "Just give them chaps half a chance
 Let them but lay hand on
 traitor, and he'll have to dance
 With atmosphere to stand on-
 So he will !'' The following lines are said to have been written by copperhe ad to show that he was a loyal man and a patriot: " l am down on this rebellion tenfold more
 than ever,
 But not because our glorious Union it is
 bound to dissever But by this cursed treason it at last has come
 to pass
 That whiskey has gone up from six to ten
 cents glass !'' Much hilarty was indulged in at tho threat that the rebels were intending to come north across the Potomac:
 Jeff. Davis is coming, Oh Ohl
 When shall wo see him Ohl Oh!
 When tho river is rising Oh Nol
 He will wait till the river is lew,
 Will he wade if the river is low
 Or wait till 1t ceases to flow 7! Finally he crossed. When he returned there was much more hilarity than wheu he threat cncd the visit: Of General Lee, the rebel chief, you all per-
 Aaps do krow, How he c. me North q short time since 10 spt nd
 amonth or so; Bat soon he found the climate warm, al,Lo' n
 southern man, And quick hurried up his cakes and toddlcd
 home again.
 Cuonys-How are you General Lcey is it.
 why don't you longer s,uye
 How are your friends in Maryland
 and Pennsylvania Jeff Davis met him coming back "Why, Gen
 eral Lee," he said, " What makes you look and stagecr so2 there's
 whiskey in your head" Not much, l think" says General Lee: "no
 whiskey's there, indeed; What makes me feel so giddy is, I've taken too
 much Meade"
 Cuonvs-H ow arc yoa. Jeff. Davis7 Would
 you not like to be
 A long way out of Richmond and
 the ConfederacyI
 For with Porter" on the river, and
 "Meade" upon the land,
 l ouesa von'l) find that these mi cd
 drinks are more than you can
 stand.
 The preposal to compromise with Jeff. Davis is thus pleasantly received:
 C.sA would like 0 trucel
 Ha ha n compromise! l!
 Fighting aint of any usel
 Ha! ha! compromise
 Never mind who's wrong or right,
 Mudsills can't be made to fight,
 And, besides, it costs a sight!
 Ha ha a compromise And the manner in which, J. D. would be willing to compromise, and also the polite answer he would get, aud explained thus: " Well, Uncle Sam" says Jefferson D.,
 Lillibulero, old Uncle Sam, {" You'll have to join my Confed raey,"
 Lillibulero, old Uncle Sam. Lero, lero, that don't appear o, that don't appear avs old Uncle Sam Lero' lero, hllibustero, that don't appear" /" says old Uncle Sam The following sonnet to the Chief Magistrate no doubt proceeds from it's authors heart tho ugh somewhat deficient in orthography: Graft Magistrait; that gifts up in ,bc nj. :, All 1ull ov Cair, rites for severil Ours euady' Meditaits with all his powers- tryin all the vile to doc wots rife to put Stop to this unpleasant F;ts I;n 1oom all the peple wants, Great Magi- Your Egle vews you aint afaid to stait. & you doant cair GUS for no mans spite Ther aint Patrit anywers but wot Knows you're doom jest wet he wood doo- 0'N Pervidiu he was down ther on the spot had the mind to see throo things like Sum Patr;ts eny ses your projick may do- put that's beeos you know so much more'n vot they doc wv Molly Stark, dairy maid, from Vermont. add, | few words of adulation of the President. tell yer what he makes the South Look pretty glum wid sorror So now they put the hghtin' of, Then says they gins to morror Let 'em try, it's all asks, If they don't get put through, Why, my name beint net what it is. And feels like lookin' blue Here is word of cheer to drafted men: Paytryits !! when summent from your houses,
 Go gladly to the rendezvouses, And eff you dror fghtin ticket Goin again Secesll, and lick it. ! Too long in doubt we've sithed and sorrerd, But now we'll put our best foot forrard The Gridiron flag, on Freedoms sils, Shall stop this everlastin brile. 1 Our kentry is blessed stake, l And we'll resk pepper for it's sake. Eggcuse my rimes of false tune em, And here's God Bless Old E. P. Unum All of which proves conclusively what was long time ago stood on good evidence that: We air the greatest nation, In all the Lords creation; We air the hull worlds wonder, En we hev the biggest thunder, l Aecordin' to population"