The Camden daily journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1864-1864, 1864-07-28

Ss.,.~si ;...,}.l,B BY 81 LEANDER kER, CHAPLAIN. ;i.
Abe sat ii his chair the type Of despair,
~ And blue devils aro3ind him were grnuing 80
And m'ltterng, he said, lo hung down. his head
:. n. Il anf making poor progress in winning"
And he thought the time when lie, in Ills prime,
:: On the Illinois river wns boating
Ills fatboat so smart the fond pride of his heart
II AS he down the current went floating
"'t - .
Then he said: ''rhey were fools, uplearncd in the
Who placed ne where. I am now sitting: tEe
Far better for mo were cliopping tree, -
And engaged in the work of rail splitting. :
'Those rebels annoy me, I fear thoy1 destroy me
Who,WoGld ahink they could give me such trouble |?
They are SO uncvil, and fight like the devil,
Aud scatter my Yankees like stubble.
"Ho! Seward and Chase, come attend to my case;
And, Stanton, pray; what are you doing =
Your lying won't DO! they're not worth an old shoe;
On what trouble around me lis brewing!
:'My spccchesand letters; my handclffs and letters
Have failed me To- bring to submission
Tile Southern: pridd rid that in triumph will.rido
In this new locomotive Secession n.
"N1y troops are defeated my generals retreatcd,
And slaughter is followed by Slaughter
w it'll naught but disgrace and Bull Run races
., give ME some brandy and watcri
[Dfnks deeply and feels comforted]
Each light is a Bull Run, and nothifSfs we'll done
And the slaughter there never was such;
Those rebels are furohs their fighting is curious;
-';How they smash Yankees, Negroes and Dutch
II gave Dahlgreen full powers to mako Richmond ours
And to burn that proud city and riyer;.
But Dahgreen is dead aud my Yankees are fled
And Richmond is Dolder than ever ..... %.
t'And G rant you're humbug or.you would have dug
Yourselfinto Richmond by this time; '. =
II spades are your trnn'ps, you should dug out the
,,.,, stumps, t.... -, ...
And tile capture Of Richmond be pastime.
'''oh, what shall do? Things look terribly blue
And feel very bad i'll my liver (consccnceD
Oh that were aioat in my jolly natboat,
, ''Oncc again on the Illinois river
Drinks moro deeply to drown his sorrow and re-
HoVe Ills llvor; bul sees strange sights.
What strange things surround nc; dread horrors
confolnd mo-
All The rebels around me are swarInine;
III 60 seek my bed, and rest my poor head
And sleep, if can tin tile morning
lReels OIL to bed and concludes with
II believe Pm fool and the dertiest tool
Of the black abolitionst party;
Seward you and the devil have caused all this evil;
IN py soul could curse you most hearty"
Exit Lincoln into the land of frightful dfean,s1 =
CAMP WINDER, July, 1864.
GUER1LLAs AT P1c-Nlc-The WASHINGTON
Chronicle has the following notice Of some of
onr partisan troops,
A party Of young ladies and gentleman who
were enjoying the. delights Of a picnic on Fri
day, near Falls Church, Va were startled in
the midst of their festivities by the appearance
OF about twenty-five persons, said to be Mos
by's mon, who told them not to be alarmed-
After dancing set with the ladies, and dcvour-
ing the refreshments provided for the occasion,
they dccamped. The scamps must have very
curious notions Of chivalry.
y One who reads our paper, but is too stingy
to subscribe for 1t, says It is too little. That
person has no taste. We like little things
especially a little woman, little baby and a
little whiskey-Pruric News.. -