The Xenia sentinel. [volume] (Xenia [Ohio]) 1863-186?, 1865-03-10
STATE OF DEsPoNDENoY,

FEB. ZUtOOtb, 1900.
Ny DEAR Coz: I write this to let you
know We are all in the orfullest gloom,
and darkest furb0dens, over the conditions
of things in gineral, and yourn in pertic--
ular and hope these few lines may ind
you iDjoyen the same CRATE blessens.
was in CRATE hope my good coz, you
would be able to hold on and make a man.
Of your self. You know aunt Kizzy al
ways sed you would come to somethin, and
I thought now was the time. watched
with gratest keer for you all along from
the time the shiveralous Beauregard with
his little hand full of 3 thousand in the
fte, and 4 thousand In the reserve, cap
tured sumptur, with her garrison Of 7tY,
starving men munitions of war ct Get
terry. I felt my family pride come up
right away when I read the gineraPs com
pliments to the noble daring and soldier
ly conduct Of his men, and especially when.
I saw your compliments to Mr.. Lincoln
in tie follower illimitable and poetic
| strains
"With our paxon and petard
We send you our Beau-regard."
Thinks sex I to aunt Kizzy now we ere
in for it, and Cozzen JEFF viii be the
greatest man in the nashun and we will
all by him be great too. 1 watched every
movement from that time and when you
sent the Feds from Bull Run like so many
| Gilpins [ thought I'd bust, for I was away
here you know where dident dare TO give
vent to my feeleHs Then the Feds sent
the young NeapoleOn to look after matters
on the Potomac, and you booed him of
with black ehuncks, sez agin, if that
amt geten the ded wood on EN- you may
shute me. So it went for a good while,
for because you know we got the start, for
/ duren all of old blind Bucks administra-
| ton we were stealen arms and mOn3y ct
cetterry and we held them pretty levely
and when the start We got was amost gone
we got up the Golden Circle, Sons of
Libaty, ct cetterry, aud was doiu asURsh~
en- business gittin lots Of democrats to jins
US, and though we couldent git any hard
ly Of the prayen- community to jine US
Bro. Olds & Co determined to start .
democratic church, but it was no 60, some
how and the think kinder Civ out. I give
/ it as my opinion hoEsomer, that if Binga
ham Company hadent got skeered and
turned States evidence, if they had stuck
/ to what they saidfrst like Joe Mcdonald
and others we Would have got along swim
mingly. But as soon as the eye Of Cow
Morton saw the grass shake, he was right
into 1t, and these fellers come pOppin out
like skeered rabbits, and that let the cat
out Of the bag, and that also made en-
smell mice at Chicago. So after all the
I labor Of Vallandigham, Dodd & Co, ell,
all was lost.
Sic transit gZoria 11undi. Which is,
bein interpreted, The best laid schemes
O. mice and men gang aft sglee.' 100 p
Troubles come notalOne, Aunt Kizzy
used to say, you know. So it seems with.
our cause. Our stolen money is all gone
long ago. Our brilliant victories We used
to gain, are all turned to defeats. SheF-
man marches right through the heart of
the Confederacy without let or hindrance.
Hood thought to gobble up the handful
left behind, and march to the Ohio; but
he got sent back with a flea in his ear, in
to Alabama, h0rS du com5at-that is, bat
tered up like a dray horse by cruel dris
yer. Savannah falls, and big Christmas
present of our cotton to Old Abe, and
now to. cap the climax Columbia is theirs,
and the shiYeralous Beauregard 'saufs
the battle from afar' and runs away, while
the enemy is yet a hundred miles of,
Couldn't he have found last ditch in
Charleston? Perhaps he has read, a.-
"He that fights and runs away O.. 17-
May live to fight another day"
Now my dear Coz, if Grants bolt is SO
tite on the throat of Richmond that Lee
can't go to help the suffering Carolinians,
my opinion is the cakes dough. Grant
and Sherman will play the wolf hunt with
you, and you will find yourself in a tite
squeeze. Looken over the whole ground,
I'll be jimswizzled, my dear JEFF, if the
case don't look bilious. You have had
your fast days ana all that, but I tell you
if you don't whip Sberman's army, it'aRh
over, and that pretty dreckly. (. H-r
Yours if you succeed
PETER WINKwEAZLE.