The native Virginian. [volume] (Orange Court House, Va.) 1867-187?, 1868-02-07
THE UNION.
BY T. CARR LYLE, OF rARxvILLr, VIRGIL

By T. CARR LYLE, OF FARAvILLE, VIRGINIA.
A men of all colors, even ycrdant-
est OF men, not to speak Of Able Edi-
tors and consistent Democrats, leashetl
to the Enquirer, mindful or unmindful
| OF certain Four Memorable Years not
long past, cry now for the U nion.- -
Get We into That, all will be we'll,
''most well-no pain, no complaining,
''no debts, and generally Big Business
''es on every side, Greenbacks in gross
land exceeding joy to great and small
that being Heaven very mainly
''Keep we out of That, all is He'll In two
"volumes, printed in Black letter, bound
''in Bluest Federal Calf, and smelling
"loudly these saddest of Devils Days
Sin sooth, the very biackness of dark
"ness, amoneyless and damnable blank
'Void. without one Paying Newspaper
''or other Big Business of any kind to
lease the Soul of man from continuous
onward gnashing, rage against the
Goods and wide, all involving Me-
"grims." s. 5kYgf ali
A las. my friends, perceive you do
not at all apprehend, but do quitely and
altogether misarprehend Heaven. =
Wherein, take it but one big business
is done, and that not of sort to delec-
tate Able or Unable Editors very much
said Big and in truth Biggest kind of
Business being, as note, the Rcceiv-
ing and Forwarding of Sinners into
He'll and that not by Railway either,
to the glory: of celestial Mahones and
the profit of heavenly Stockholders
drawing Divine Dividends nor by
commonest, ereaking Tumbril Cart,
needing tar--whereby some Cuffee and
lazy Niger God of these neither times
might be benefitted-but by process
most swift, summary and Inexpensive
by the instant self subsidence of the
Damned Soul, no longer upheld by the
Spirit of Truth, to its own proper dia-
bolical Pit-level. 1ur lqs
A Fact, my friends-a bald, blaze
faced, undeniable, frightful Fact, this
slbsidence--to one and several of us
full of Shuddering significance during
these days of mad, scrambling, hurry
skurry and wild Tam O'Sllanter racing
after mere Wealth, all the Devils along.
side and naught but Ignes FatM before
Honor thrown to the winds, and God
Himself, entirely distanced, numbering
in knock-kneed impotency tar in the
dusty rear.
Hate la! Stop, / say; or, if IL be
permitted in these Barbaric Southern
wastes to use the precious
American vcrnacular. "IIold on!" l
cry though what there may be to hold
by by no means sufficiently clear
Yet stay, and allow the Almighty to
catch up, or it will be worse for you,
each and every one of you, black and
white, doing or undoing Business ofany
kind, N orth or South.
''Union!" Alas my friends there is
no Union now, nor henceforth possible
in any wise. Nay there has been no
true Union these five and thirty years |
syne. Meseems, if memory serve me |
rightly, there was aforetime Union, |
more or less untrue-(the simulacrum |
and vain shadow of vital lheart-cohesion) |
the Peoples of these discord- |
ant, non-agreeing Sections were bound, !
if not by the Divinely wrought liga-
ments OF Love one toward another, yet |
by the poor Devil allowed bond ofcom-
mon Justice between man Southern aud |
man Northern; yea! by 4 certain not
yet lapsed and wholly lost Sense of
florid plethoric Yankee
Aesm (by dint of Democratic courtesy
and love of Otiice) yielding some pleas
ant Pretence of Power to the hot ca
,hectic Southern Tulm, growing daily
more attenuste and moribund by Com
ncrcial Cuttle-tish Suction: there
vas, say, such Union, or rather ill
disguised Disunlon, in times not long
past; and that, M much selt-deceived
friends, was not Heaven, but a long
sssSs tience.