The Union flag. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1865-187?, 1867-08-02
For tho Union Flag.
A SeTlO Comic Address to Copper
heads.

FELLOW CITIZENS OF TIM REBEL CoNsERvA-
TIVE PARTY: We i've in an age of progress.
Most people choose to travel rs steam now.a-
days, especially when the journey is long
The old onr-miles-an-hour pace, is well nigh
played out, especially among the more en-
ligbtened ana enterprising OF American citi
zVns, whether North or South. You are the
old :Our-miles-an-hOur party. You are in
sympathy with the things that were. Come
now, let US talk about some Of the things
which were, ZONE OF the things which are,
and about some Of the things which, perhaps,
will be,
Well, there WAS once a parry who believed
in State Rights. Some seemed to under.
stand il but there were more who did not un-
derstand it. Some named their children State
Rights, for We read of rebel General called
State Rights Gist, and We hear OF a little
young rebel, called State Rights Sims, In
process Of time there arose a party called
The States Rights Party, and this party had
many leaders. By and by. these leaders
played Lucifer over again. They kicked up
a dust in the best Of all human governmental,
wilully fell from their integrity aud honor,
end dragged with them one third Of the
stars, not Of Heaven quite, but Of a nation
highly favored Of Heaven. From respecta-
bility,and comparative real Aiiuence they
kept falling, until al last their fall c~ulmina-
ted in the murder Of one or the unrest pat
riots and best Presidents the United States
ever saw. Then a howl and shout Of fend-
ish exultatiou rang from the Rio Grande TO
tha Potomac, a faint staggering Of cOwHrdly
satisfaction was heard in the Copperhead
circles of the North, and loud psans were
sung throughout Pandemouium. But.your
State Rrights party. alias the hg.ends ofrot-
ten Democracy, got ia rights At last, when
Generals Grant, Sherman and others whipped
ITS minions out Of their boots, and its lead
ers were seen on Bonded knees, lifting up
their bloody paws, crying, spare our lives
only spare our livesi we ask no more We'll.
the Lucifsr party about the time OF their
overthrow, were satisfied TO get off with
merely breath enough to keep them alive
The leaders stood about lonely aud pensiye,
now and tn shedding a crocodile tear, and
rubbing their eyes and monrfhlIy crying, 10
We dust Of departed hopesl' Where have ye
flow n ye ghosts Of Yancey. Floyd and Branch?
Listen Hark Do you hear that sound ?
No, we hear no strange sound The Lucifer
party hear 1t. What is il? There has been
a TRANSPORTATION Of souls. The spirits Of
Yaneey ( Go. deceased, have appeared again
in the person Of that thing lately born, called
"My Policy"
A mighty effort is made to put a premium
on Treason and a discount on Loyalty. The
struggle is fierce, though A. yet, not very
bloody. MAMMALIAN gave one long loud
foot from his great tin horn, bot il suddenly
stopped never to sound again, lie eehnes
~fainiing, At last dying away 10 the deep
mountain gorges Of the land Of the sucieot
AEiees.
Now friends, Conservatives, copperheads,
or whatever name you choose to carry, the
States Rights party with their slaEsfy, their
Fed-syed, bob-tailed asiitocraey, have eli
gone gliuimsring with The things that we're,