But, once in the way on ’t, they will stick like sin:)
  There’s Phillips, for instance, hez jes’ ketched a Tartar
  In the Law-’n’-Order Party of ole Cincinnater;
  An’ the Compromise System ain’t gone out o’ reach,
  Long ‘z you keep the right limits on freedom o’ speech;
  ’T warn’t none too late, neither, to put on the gag,
  For he’s dangerous now he goes in for the flag: 
  Nut thet I altogether approve o’ bad eggs,
  They’re mos’ gin’lly argymunt on its las’ legs,—­
  An’ their logic is ept to be tu indiscriminate,
  Nor don’t ollus wait the right objecs to ’liminate;
  But there is a variety on ’em, you ’ll find,
  Jest ez usefie an’ more, besides bein’ refined,—­
  I mean o’ the sort thet are laid by the dictionary,
  Sech ez sophisms an’ cant thet’ll kerry conviction ary
  Way thet you want to the right class o’ men,
  An’ are staler than all’t ever come from a hen: 
  “Disunion” done wal till our resh Soutlun friends
  Took the savor all out on’t for national ends;
  But I guess “Abolition” ’ll work a spell yit,
  When the war’s done, an’ so will “Forgive-an’-forgit.” 
  Times mus’ be pooty thoroughly out o’ all jint,
  Ef we can’t make a good constitootional pint;
  An’ the good time ‘ll come to be grindin’ our exes,
  When the war goes to seed in the nettle o’ texes: 
  Ef Jon’than don’t squirm, with sech helps to assist him,
  I give up my faith in the free-suffrage system;
  Democ’cy wun’t be nut a mite interestin’,
  Nor p’litikle capital much wuth investin’;
  An’ my notion is, to keep dark an’ lay low
  Till we see the right minute to put in our blow.—­

  But I’ve talked longer now ’n I hed any idee,
  An’ ther’s others you want to hear more ’n you du me;
  So I’ll set down an’ give thet ’ere bottle a skrimmage,
  For I’ve spoke till I’m dry ez a real graven image.

REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.

Record of an Obscure Man.  Tragedy of Errors, Parts I. and II.  Boston:  Ticknor and Fields. 1861, 1862.

Among the marked literary productions long to be associated with our present struggle—­among them, yet not of them—­are the volumes whose titles we have quoted.  They differ from the recent electric messages of Holmes, Whittier, and Mrs. Howe, in not being obvious results of vivid events.  “Bread and the Newspaper,” “The Song of the Negro Boatmen,” and “Our Orders” will reproduce for another generation the fervid feelings of to-day.  But the pathetic warnings exquisitely breathed in the writings before us will then come to their place as a deep and tender prelude to the voices heard in this passing tragedy.