The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1866-11-30

hereDV are, our PRESIDENT.
Resolred, That our aim is to help the
dOwntrodden and he'd ridded daugh-
ters of Ham, now in the clutches of
that vile people, and to this end every
member Of the B. B. B., make one lit
tie flannel shirt a week, and Sally
Squiggles shall tell us the size.
Resolred, That we open and close our
Society with prayer.
Resolred, That each one of the mem
bers invitesome man to go home with
her at night Here Twas about to OBJ
ject for fear of exposure, but for fear of
exposure ! didn't object -Sai{y.
After the Society was organized
was kept so busy answering questions
that I cannenear not finishing the baby
envelope was workingon, and should
not, had | not taken long stitches as
people do in Benevolent sewing.
Mrs. Sniviller said:
"Neow, Sally, amt that ere South
ern people the hatefulest, proud people
the world ever did see? Cousin John,
who went down as a sutler, brought
home two trunksof the prOudest silks,
laces, jewelry that was real gold, and
set with purity stones that was real dia-
monds, and worth a power of money.
He found them in bureaus, trunks,
closets and such places. The sneaking
coward men had gone off to kill our
good people, and the women were at
work in the hospitals and all John had
to do was to whip a lot of little chill
dren and help himself! | know them
ere folks are a wicked, mean, ongrate-
ful set, and ought to be killed"
Mrs. Puritan wanted to know if it
was true that the people of the South
actually cooked billed dinners on Sun
day? If they did, she really hoped
her cousin in Congress would pass a
law that whenever a man in the South
cooked billed dinner on Sunday, he
should be hung bef ore dinner and his
billed dinner sent North!
Mrs. Pinchback hoped the war would
cOntinner to 60 on till there was no
more end Of nothing. For her part, it
was all stuff about the people suffering
during the war. Her Josiah had a
contract and made two hundred thou
sand dollars the first year, and when
her brother, Rev. Pecknose Ranter,
came back from the war where he had
periled his precious life eating preserves
so they would not hurt sick soldiers, he
brought home more than fifty gold
watches and the incest gold clasp bible,
which was now used every Sunday in
one of the Buttonyille churches.
Mrs. Squeak said the people of the
South were nothing but murderers, for
-syntfI aIic1 7UIUUiIci, JUl. Ia;hra IL
was out in a field, dom nothin, KILN
nobody but just seein how much cot
ton an army team could drag, 50 he
could tell if it was a good team, some
cowardly gorilla shot a hole clear
through him, and wouldn't even send
his clothes home for Jedidiah to wear
out! and she hoped if another war ev-
er did come, some Of them sinful men
of the West would go down and do it
up for 'em agin, not as she cared 50
much for her brother, but she wanted
them ere clothes for her Jedediah.
Mrs. Cockcye said she hoped there
would be hull passel of wars, for her
cousin, her dear good cousin Benjamin
lthe Beast had made lots of money in
the late war, and had supplied nearly
all her relations with spoons, watches
silver ware, &C., and said it was right
the war should go on, for her cousin
was safer in the war than afore court
of Justice even, and said it was Christ
ian duty to let all Christian wars be
continnered as long as there was any
body to cOntinner 'em.
Mrs. SniviIler here spoke again
"Well, | don't care no how. The
South should be fought! w hat
right had they to have cotton picked
by niggers without asking our consent
And they were rich. And they had
nice things. And we believe that q
nigger baby is of more account than q
white pauper in the North. And my
husband. Deacon Sniviller, wants more
bones to make buttons of. He'll sell
the buttons to the South and West, and
they will have to pay us New England
Christians for the privilege of wearing
out their own bones.
Bv this time tea was ready. We
had a good tea. Such curious silver
ware, old style, pure silver didn't taste
brassy bit, and all of Us ladies tasteC
all the silver dishes to see! And such
! a lot of spoons! Each one of us haC
at our plate a spoon with our initials
on. Mrs. Sniviller had a barrel of sill
yer spoons, and hunted them over I'll
she found our regular initials in regula
/ order. Oh, it was so nice! And w
piled all the shirts up in chair, anC
put a bible rescued from the wicked
/ South on the top of the pile, and thel
4 Rev. Mr.. Slammer came up aud mad
I a prayer, and Mrs. Dawdler on mic
rosewood piano played that patriot
/ piece of music,
| John Browns body lies mould ring in the grave
! a rtor ,.,b;cb tbn Rutt0nyilla R Il