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Locke, David Ross, 1833-1888 [1866], Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby. (R. W. Carroll & Co., Cincinnati) [word count] [eaf631T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
I've heerd from Savanner! I hev red uv it. The follerin impromptoo cuss and wale (ekally Hart-sick, weery, alone, bustid. Gone-up, flayed, skind, hung out. Smashed, pulverized, shiverd, scatterd. Physikt, puked, bled, blistered.
Sich is Dimokrasy! Alone I sit, like Marius, among the rooins! Alone I sit and cuss, and this is my cuss: Cussid be Calhoon, for he interdoost us to that Cussid be Peerse, who consentid 2 the Nebrasky Cussid be Bookannon, who favored Lecompton, Cussid be Breckinridge, who woodent support Cussid be the post-masters—may they bekum Cussid be Grant, and Sheriden, and Rosycrance, Cussid be them ez went in the army Dimekrats, Cussid be Vallandigum, wich went a practisin [SPESHLY HOT.] Cussid be Sherman, for he took Atlanta. And he marcht thro the Confedrisy, and respected
His path wuz, like Moses's, lit with pillers uv His path is a desert—lo, the voice uv the And the people uv the South lift up ther voisis And he took Savanner, and cotton enuff 2 hev And he turns his eyes toward Charleston, and He starteth with three-skore thousand—he stoppeth The wind bloweth where it listeth—he listeth As the lode-stone is to steel, so is his steel to Who will save us from the fury uv this Sherman? Johnston he beat, Hood he fooled, and Wheeler Lee wood do it; but he 's holdin Grant, and can't So he cavorts ez he wills, like a yerlin mule Bitter in the mouth uv a Dimekrat is qwinine,
We have bin fed on victrys lately, and our Played out is Davis, and Dimokrasy hez follered The Dimokrasy is turnin war-men—they are Voorhees will yet be a Briggydeer, and Vallandigum For tho John Brown's body lies all mouldy in I ain't the rose uv Sharon, nor the lilly uv the I bilt my polittikle howse on sand—it hez fell, Uv pollytix I wash my hands, I shake its dust Lait Paster uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun.
Locke, David Ross, 1833-1888 [1866], Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby. (R. W. Carroll & Co., Cincinnati) [word count] [eaf631T]. |