Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1865-03-11
Mr. Nasty "WaiIeth and Cusserh.n
SAINTS Resi-, (WHICH Is IN THE0
1Stat of Moo GerseD. T(


Nv Sherman's bein entirely chawed up with
the u1dawnted Suthern melisbyi
The foilerin impromptoo cuss and vale
(ekally MKT reflex the ssait Nv mind Nv the
Dimocrasy Nv this sexshun'
Hart-sik, weeFy, alone, bustid.
7 Gone up, hayed, skinned, hung out
+ Smashed, pulverized, shivvered, scattered.
I Physikt, puked, bled, blistird.
/ Sich il Dimocrisyi
/ Alone sit, like Marius, among the rooms
I Alone / sit and cuss, and this il my cuss /:
( Cussed be Calhoon, for he interdoost rs 2
/ that paintid harlot, Staff Rites, who sedoost
| Cussed be Peerse, who consented tew the
| Nebrasky bill, wieh bustid Us.
| Cussed be Bookannon, who favored LIE,
compton, wich peeled us. '.s
| Cussed be Brekinrij, who woodent support
Duglis, and lected Linkin, which gave our
p0st-orises tew the Ablishunists.
Cussed be the p0stmasters-msy they be-
cum suddenly Insane, and Wildly go trust
| ing ous postage stamps Dimocrats.
Cussed be Grant, and Sheridan, and ShCr-
man, for they've dun for Dimocrisy.
Cussed be them az went in the army Dim
ocrats and cum out Ablishunists. (Which is
epydemic.)
Cussfd be Yalldandygum, who went prsc-
tisn law and left me in the DimOcrisy biznis
alone, without any cappytle to run on.
ISPEsHLY HoT.
Cussed be Sherman, fer he took Atlanta.
And he maFcht throe the KOnnfederasy
and respected not the feelins NV ennybody.
His path il like Mozes', lit with pliers NV
fire and smoke, only the FIRE and smoke is be-
hind him. Los )5s
His path il dezzert--lo the voice NV the
shanghy is heard not in awl the land.
And the peepil NV the Sowth lift up their
voises and weap beeoz their niggers are not.
And he took Savannah, and cotton enuff 2
| satisfy Bookannon's cabbynet.
And he took Charleston and il seriusly
thinking Nv Richmond
He started with three score thousand-he
stopped with three score and ten.
The wind bloweth where it listeth-he list
eth where he goeth.
AS the lode-stone il to steel, so liz his steel
| to the nigger-it draweth him on.
Who will save US from the fury NV this
| Sherman? Who will delivir US frum his
hand?
Johnson he beset, Hood he fooled and
| Wheeler he flogged
| Lee wood do il, but he's holdin Grant and
can't let 60 Nv him.
So he cavorts ez he wills, like yeerlin
mule with a chestnut burr under hz tale.
| Bitter in the mouth Nv a Dimocrat IL qui-
| nine, bitter as a gall, but moarn bitterer is
Fedral victrys.
We have been fed on victrys laitley, and
our stummic turns
Played out IL Davis, and Dimocrisy hez fol-
| Tered SCOT. -. fF Hf
The DimOcrisy liz turnin war men-thev
are bowin the knee tew Linkin.
VoOrhips will vet ba q Rriorvdaar and
| Vallandygum cry aloud fer war NV extermi-
nashun, and Fernandy Wud houl fer drafts
Fer tho John Browns body lies aWl mOuldy
| in the grave, his soul is a marchn on.
| amt the roze of Sharun, nor the lilly NV
the valley-I'm the last Nv the K0pperheds!
blt my polIitikle hOwse on sand-it hez
| fell aud am undir the roons.
Wv my pollytix | wash my hands-I shake
| its dust orr my few remainin garmence.
PETROLEUM Y. Massey,
Pastur Nv the Church NV the Moo Dispen-
sashun @ 9 3 TIVE
Babes In the WOOd-An Australian Incident.
The following touching story is told by the
Melbourne (AustFalian) correspondent of the
London Times:
"Some weeks back, at the station of Mr.
Dugald Smith, at Horsham, two boys and q
l T..
the girl seven, aud the youngest bow five, the
children of carpenter named Duff, wan
dered by themselves into the bush and were
| lost. Thew had been sent Gus by their mother,
! as they had of ten gone ont on the same err
rand before, to gather broom, and, not re-
| turning before dark, the parents became
alarmed, and a search commenced. The
father, assisred by friends and neighbors in
large numbers, secured the county in every
| direction for nights and days in vain. At
length, in despair, the assistance of some alb
original blacks obtained, these people
possessing an almost bloodhound instinct in
| following up the very faintest tracks The
blacks soon came upon she tracks of the lit
tie wanderers, expatiating, as these crackers
do, at every bent twig, or hattened tufG of
grass, on the apparent actings of the objects
of their search. Here little one tired sit
down; big one kneel down, carry him along.
Here travel all night dark not see that
bush, her fall on him. Further on, aud more
observations Here little one tired again /;
big one kneel down; no able to rise, fall fat
on his face. The accuracy of these readings
of the blacks was afterwards curiOusly cor
| robOrated bp the children themselvs.
con the eighth day after they were lost,
and long after the extinction of the faintest
hope OF their ever being again seen alive, the
searching party came on them. They are de-
| scribed as having been found lying all of a
row on a clump of broom among some trees,
the youngest ia the middle, carefully wrapped
in his sisters frock. They appeared to be
in deep and not unpleasant sleep. On be-
ing awoke, the eldest tried to sit up, but fell
| back His face was so emaciated that his
| lips would not cover his teeth and he could
only just feebly groan, Father The young
est, who had Suffered least, woke up as from
dream, child-like demanding, Father, why
didn't you come for US sooner? we were cry
| ing for you The sister, who was almost
| quite gone, when lifted up could only muir
| mur, Cold, cold No wonder, as the little
creature had stripped herself of her frOck, as
the elder boy said, 'tO cover Frank, for he
| was crying with cold.'
'The children have all since done well, and
are rapidly recovering. They were without
| food, and, by their own account, had only one
drink of water during the whole time they
we're out, aud this was from the Friday of or e
week until the Saturday of the next week
in all, nine days aud eight nights"
DEODATI, professor at Geneva, was one
day asked what he thought of the preaching
of Dumoulin; to which he answered, sheer
| ingly, "Clesr waters are never deep" Short
| ly afterwards. Deodati himself delivered a
sermon, and Dumoulin was asked his opin-
ion. Dumoulin, who had heard the remark
of the critic, parodied the expression, and
answered, deep waters are never clear"