Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1866-10-25
For the Journal.
AN APOSTROpEE

To B. T. Butter and Elizabeth. Cal,; Stanton, Cu,t-
dtddteS for Congress.
All hail, ye twain! Immortal honors wait
The glorious hour when at the helm of State
Sh&ll stand Beast Butler, orentrancng sight
That other nOndescript hernaphrodte
Elizabeth Cady Stanton, all whose soul
Indignant burns, thai breeches should control
In this free land, who rallies to her call
Each friend and lover of the 'waterfall"
Another flag uplifts the breeze to float
And sounds the praises of the petticoat.
All hal, We twaiI EXponen's tit ye are
VI this reat age in arts Of peace or war,
Seize on the hOnOrs due the strong and brave
And snatch your country from its gaping grave.
lBy seize " l mean not to associate
Past things with present, nor to irritate
Your nerves, great hero, norby "snatch " l VOW
More than poetic license will allow
But when in Congress how can you agree?
Iwlxt Butler and all women there's hostility
You, Ma'am can't take your knitting, for It's said
Or knitting needles Butler has & dread
50 great that when in Orleans he'd command
He held those weapons to be contraband.*
Stlll II from rebel you will take a hint
Vi how to run the hero with the squnt
At any tme-no need to fire gun.
Just raise your 'oltoop, he's off, aud it is done.
lime was when hero, asking for o vote
Could show some scar, or deed deserving note,
But times are changed our heros only scars
Are natures work and not the work of Hars.t
His only deed on Clos page bears date
" New Orlean. ,-General Order o."
Aud what oh Cady, shall be said Of thee
Thou last American mOnstrOsity?
as some Dound captive Wrlthlng meath his chain
Scents the cool breeze from mountain. lake, or
plain
Till, frenzied by his thoughts he beats the air
And wildly fills the night with his despair
Or, AS Jobs war-hoTse snuffed the field affair
Where armies wrestled for the prize of war,
SO thou, by social Tyranny constrained
70 keep the sphere for womankind ordained
Thou, Gazest frantic on the field of mud
Where rival parties deal in dirt, not blood,
And chatest wildly for the fierce affray
I'LL, from thy letters bursting free, away
with skirts tucked up, and tresses on the wind
And tongue let loose, rabble rout behind
Thou rushest crying midst the hot melee
This tight, like al our institutions, must be
free"
Lime was, when shrinking out OF public sight
And deemlng that alone was woman's right
Which kept her there, our mothers fed the flame
ot modesty and virtue held those the highest
claim
To mans esteem, his love, his constancv
Than forfeit which t'were better far to die
But times are changed lin Yankeeland at least)
And now on stage, at hustings, or ut feast
with squeahng voice, and awkward stride, behold
sho-lecturers, in hoops, discoursing bold
VI politics, religion, science, art and trade,
Yes times are changed, when Butler can be chief
When men do honor to craven thief,
When women's speeches in the prints are read,
And er the white man Sanbo lifts his head
What future waits that sore-aff1icted State
Where things like these the people tolerate?
aye more, where all the nations varied powers
Are used IN their behalf, as in this land of ours
II in those realms Of light beyond the grave,
The salnted spirits of the wise and brave
Who built this fabric, as they fondly dreamed
On sure foundations, which indeed they seemed
Can now behold tkeir work and feel, what tears
VI grief and shame and anger must be theirs!
ATTICUS.