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To the Fatheful: The recent wictrys acheevd
by our frends in the Sowth is worthy uv speshel
thanksgivin. I ther4 direct that the follerin sam
shel be chantid in evry church on the last Sundy
in May:

A SAM UV PRAZE!

I wuz cast down and trodded under foot.

Becoz the wicked wuz exalted, and the saints
wuz umbled.

Becoz the peeple worshipt Linkin and spat
upon Vallandigum; becoz they trustid Chais, and
woodent hev nuthin to do with Fernandywood at
no price.

Becoz the hosts uv Linkin pervaled over the
hosts uv Jeff.

There4 my mind wuz trubbled and my sole wuz
constipatid.

And I cast ashes upon my hed, and bewalid,
sayin:

Wo is me.

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Linkin will agin sit in high places—him and
his servance—and we shel hunt our holes.

Ther shel be uv apintments and places uv profit
a thowsand and ten-skore, but for us nary wun.

Our enemies shel hev post-orifises and shel be
clothed in goodly raiment, while we shel hev to
dig or beg.

Our food shel be sorrer, and our whisky shel
be made week with our own teers.

Thus weptid we.

But our sorrer wuz turnd to goy and our wailins
to gladnis.

For Forrest hath smoted the niggers at Fort
Pillow, and spared not one. [Hunky.]

And Dick Taylor hez whipt Banks at Red
River. [Hunky.]

And Hoke hez tooken Plymuth, and slayd the
defenders thereof. [Hunky.]

And Lee, him who aforetime spiled Micklellan,
and Burnside, and Hooker, shel chaw up Grant;
yea, he will bust him.

And he shel taik Washinton; and Linkin, and
Chais, and Seward shel be hung upon a gallus
forty kubits.

Then shel the fatheful hev ther rewards, and
be happy for keeps.

For niggers shel be plenty, and evry wun shel

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hev uv them men-servance and made-servance,
and home-made servance, and conkebines.

And the rivers shel be whisky, and the banks
thereof sugar, and the fatheful shel drink their
fill.

And I shel borrer no more; for, lo! I shel revel
upon the spoils uv the Abolish.

And my noze shel shine ez the fire, and my face
shel glisten with fatnis.

Sing a new song, O my peeple, for uv lait did
ye sing small!

Maik a joyful noise, for yer enimiz shel be put
under yer feet, and you shel hev post-orifisis.

Note to the Pasters.—Ef Grant whips Lee,
maik a fast uv the day, and omit the last haff uv
the sam.

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