The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1866-01-12

Written for the Selma Weekly Visi' or
The BonbrProof'

When war was declared he procured coz Hn ,,a
And bought a great sword, with cir GUAR
blade; 49, ,so,f
And wanted to start before day on scout ;
Bnt the girls got round him, and each VIII Vi
smile
Persuaded the hero to tarry awhile.
III.
When Mars became angry, and let his dos'
loose; ~ ,o,,.r in
When blood from the mountains came down i"
sluise; ,oa ~, with
When handsomest faces. Weie
And Youths. without legs, were brought ho''i'
pom ON t hung up his raper, took down his
And hiding his spurs, sought a place III '"'
u;s S ,aather declared he had taken cough
That snoner or later would carry him on
His Isl throat was enveloped with wool to inc
, c nhas lost It's rose, for the color staid in
| Pomp reasoning TINS, In q stolcai W., ,,,,
Convinced himself that it was better 10 stay
:. Nv mothcr is old and would certainly dle
!. Sbonld I lose an arm, or 4 leg, or on eye
" And there is poor Kitty; she talks oiooa
:. D arn ,n that the country must never go
under, ,o,er+o ro
| % And risk his whole body in front OF tue zoe
/" But that's a mistake, she "o"io
" To o'. some nook of safety, and have me close
d. 1 MAN iel with two legs, without fame for
s muSb more convenient than crutches with
glory"
| While Pomp was at ease in his cushioned arm
chair, ,. 80 WOW
Tho Congress. at Richmond, resolved, IN us
To mt All such gallant young men in the fight.
Pomp read the late law, and discovered E"P
Through which he could sip oy heip Vi n''
pap. .,, 80 sot+,e.
The question of money was easy to setIie
His father paid over the requisite metal
| A sub was employed, OF resolute pluch'
| And Pomp staid at home, thanking Goa LOT MS
luck
Now Pomp, being far from the sans"ino"S
Perfected arrangements to marry n wife; ,o,
| The day was appointed the presents suppneo
| AID maids hi Nm dressing the fortunate Drlue'
He swapped with his darling the maslcal KISS,
And swung himself drunk in the hammock oi
bliss. ,.,,.. ,o,o
From Elysium, and mix with the dust of the
town, ,,
For fate hangs spider on every mans wall
And the news of the morning tie youth must
appal.
The news of the morning all eyes are stare
The law making people are setting i share
The Richmond dispatches bring fomp 10
Tie t Conoress repeats all the substitute lars!
A CORPORAL came, with note in his hand,
That turned ont 10 be an official command
And Pomp was dismayed 10 the oeP'hS u HIS
soul
To find that he had to go up and enroll.
The village reloiced, and the boys, III shout,
Proclaimed all around, "Pomp has gone up
the spout
His bliss all in ruins, his wedding delayed,
Pomp sent for his mother TO come 10 his ana.
She came at his bidding, nor failed to employ
Her genius to comfort her favorlte boy
She quickly advised--her ADVICE was enough
!. To 20 up to Ricamond and get Il Bomb-proF'
TX.
pon,p went ND TO Richmond and saw his NJ. {.
"a personage very important 10 see,)
And earnestly told him the state OF the case,
And craved his assistance 10 get HIM place.
Now NJ: c. inquired: :" "hat place Gun you
I'm handy with books, and expert with the
quill:
sI'll not be particular-neyer was vain
You see I'm afflicted with asthma and cough
One night in the trenches would carry me oil,
You know / was always seceSh TO the mr.
Resides have already furnished $40.
NJ G. went to work, and place was pro-
cured,
And Pomp, in week, of his asthma was
So, Swapping his fingers, he smoked his cigar,
And felt himself safe for the rest OF the war.
ha 1t
And still have his hours for out-of door plea
sure, =.
His bureau was one very famed in its day
For losing or hiding its papers away;
In this he grew perfecse fellow was
And measured, at once, the whole scope of his
art; 49,. j,
Excelled all his neighbors in budding the
piles
OF papers official and losing the files;
His desk was oblivion TO every petition
For rank or promotion, and death TO ambluon
Besides, he could snub with true cler4cai
grace, s
And always seemed ready to spit in your face.
XI.
The year passed off, and the ruins around
Was gloomy; the Yankees cucumber the
ground
Huge armies beleaguer the Capitol town,
And Grant with his legions come numbering
down. 80.
Al men TO the trenches the clerks muSttuTn om!'
Pomp shivers at hearing this ominous shout!
Fate holds him, at last, with grippe, by the
wrist,
He cannot get out let him wriggle and twist.
XII.
A goodly battalion, in martial array,
Made up of the clerks, marches out TO the
fray;
And many a soul in that little command
Is neryed for the fight in defence of the land
You can see in the step, In the lip, In the eye,
The zeal of the patriot ready TO die;
But Pomp, our hero, is not at his ease;
He waddles along, as if weak In the knees.
Behold him, We lovers of genuine fun;
Behold him, now staggering under gun
Three blankets, at least, are piled mp ON his
back,
And a mug of Cologne is concealed in his pack,
XIII.
| This is not the sport of holiday show
The batteries glare with a sulphurous glow;
| The sky is shrek with the whistle of death
For bullet and sabre are cutting It's heath.
Pomp let off his blunderbuss-then let ii fall,
And, sprawling, was dashed TO the earth by Il
ball
I'm gomez he exclaimed, as he sunk to re-
pose:
A bullet had taken an inch from his nose
XIV.