Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1882-11-25
JEFFERSON WEST VIRGINIA. SATURDAY NOV
(Originai.)
Secession and its Consequences.

Secession anu us consequences.
An DER TIrE TALE, BY A.w. ROSS. FLORENCE 5. c.
Once upon season dreary. while the South
was weak and weary,
Under all the hellish doctrines OF afull, fanatic
lore
While she staggered. nearly falnting suddenly
there came painting
As il were n vivid picture. in the heavens rs a
fixture.
What can this be ?" all men muttered, ''for we
Be ii phantom Nothing more -
All! distinctly all remember. it was in the
bleak December,
When each Southern Congress member made
his speech upon the tloor:
Eagerly they wished the morrow-vainly still
they sought 10 borrow
From the North surccase OF sorrow. OH the
forum and the floor,
For the women, men ana chl!dlcn OF the SOUTH
ern howery shore.
still the North said ncvermore!
that sad mixture,
Thrilling, filling all the nation with the terror
OF some woe;
The South nj barbecues were eating. speaking,
yelling and repeating
'4'Tis the vicious North entrcating entrance ut
King COttOn's door
Jealous Yankees pleading entrance III King
Cotons chamber door,
This il is, and nothing more
After this the South grew Drawer. and good
sense began to waV"r;
"Sir." said she. '.or Madam North-truly your
pardon we implOre,-
While We southern men were mapping. you our
limits have been mapping.
And our institutions sapping-cNen nj King
COttOn's door;
Here, we cease 10 hold communiOn-hcre, We
leave the blamed old Union,
Darkness there. and nothing more!
Deep into the war-cloud peering, long we stood
there bleeding, dying,
Doubling. curSing, lighting, starving MS never
mOrtals did before
But of peace there was no token, with the roar
of guns unbrOkcn,
And the only word there spoken, was the can
non fTightful roar;
Peace - we whispered, and an echo, from The
fortress Of Monroe,
OF naught but cannon's roar
Back into our forts returning, all our stores
and houses burning.
Soon again We heard the cannon something
louder than before.
surely" said the sturdy German, this Is old
TCcumSeh sherman,
Let us view this ugly monster, and this hclllSh
throng explore,
AS they march with flying colors thro King
COttOn's open door
'Ts the de'il and nothing more!
open here we flung the shutters, from the gar
ret to the CUTTERS,
When from mountains To the scaboard walked
the DEVILS brood of gore,
Not the least obcisancc made they-nota Il min
ute stopped or >tnid they,
But took possession of the state-houSc, Of the
taxes of the clubhouse,
Pcrched upon our ruined country, all around
King Cotton = dOOl-
Pcrched and safe, and even more.
Then we had our years Of darkncss-ofces all
filled with blackncSS.
With here and there II corpsC-lille blotch, i'm
ported from the Northern shore;
Legion was the carpct-bagger synonym of
thief and swaggcrl-
Carpet Dagger, carpct-bcgger, ever crying give
me more
Bagging where he need not beg. begging where
But bagging, begging cvermore
Now these ebony boys bcGuiling our sad fancy
into smiling,
BY the antics queer they cut up, and the learned
grins they wore;
Tho thy woody head he shnglcd, and thou
with Yanlis be mingled,
Greasy, black and ancient Niger, wandering
from the nightly shore,
You can never lcgslatc except on Afric's burn
ing shore"
Quoth the nigger, Boss, jess so!'
Much we marrelled in the statc-housc nj this
black man of the smOke-hOuse,
Speak in language which no meaning, no relc-
Vancy bore,
"Mr. Speaker, dat white bruddcr is entirely out
But rise to pint of oder, and can raise quart
or more
Dat will pervade de ceiling, and de corners and
de iOOr-
Only dis. and muffin more"
Then we thought the air grew denser perfumed
not from unseen ccuscr,
But with Odor SO peculiar 10 the sons OF Afric 5
shore;
"Wretchr' we cried, ''go leave the state -house.
and betake thee 10 the clubhouse,
Go and pick the feecy cotton aS you always did
OF yOre-
Leave this learned legislation to the white folk
who know more
QuOth the Niger, BOSS that Is sow (so)
Carpet -baggcr, thing of evil-carpct- -baggcr
still, If devil!
Whether tempest sent or whether tempest
tosS'd thee here ashore,
ON this land TO ruin pightcd, with its inStitu-
tiOnS blightcd,
ON our homes In woe benightcd, tell us truly,
we hnplore,
Is there naught for us in Goshen: Tell us-tell
us we implorc!"
Quoth the carpct-bagger, nothing more.
"Carpet-bagger, thing Of cvil-carpct -bagger
still. il devil!
by that Heaven that bends above us-by that
God we both shall See
Tell the South, now in communion with the
great Northwestern Union,
If II shall clasp j. sanity maiden whom the
South calls Liberty
Clasp n rare and radiant maiden whom the
South calls Liberty
Quoth the carpct-baggcr, "No stree -
"Hc that word our sign OF parting, man or
hend,' We ShricEcd. UpStaTting,
"Gct thee back Ia MaSsaclIIiSe tts-tO New Eng
lands icy shore
Leave no memory as II token OF that lie thy soul
hath spoken.
Leave our 'taterhills unbrolcn, and our har-
vests on the floor
Take thy hand from out our pockets, and thy
form bc seen no more
Quoth the carpct-baggcr, II must 60
But the Niger. always Hitting, still is squat
ting, siill is watching
For the Berkshire pig and turkey just around
our barnyard door,
And his eyes have all the cunning OF a fox
when hc Is running,
And the moonlight DER him streaming throws
his shadow gHinst the door;
And our pigs and turkeys vanish when his
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