Continental Monthly, Vol. I. February, 1862, No. II. eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 313 pages of information about Continental Monthly, Vol. I. February, 1862, No. II..

Continental Monthly, Vol. I. February, 1862, No. II. eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 313 pages of information about Continental Monthly, Vol. I. February, 1862, No. II..

Now when the men of the South, and they which dwell in the isles of the sea, with those of the uplands,

Heard that HOLLINS had battered down the cabins of the niggers and slain their hens,

Then they said, ‘This is a great man, and no abolitionist.’

And his fame went abroad into all lands, and they made a feast for him, where they sung aloud, merrily,

’We will not go home, no, not until the morning.

’Until the dayspring shineth we will not repair unto our dwellings.

’Advance rapidly in the days of thy youth,

’For it will come to pass that in thy declining years it will not be possible.

’Let the tongue of scandal be silent, and let the foot of dull care be no longer in our dwelling.

’It was in the centre of the Boomjalang, even on a summer day did it come to pass,—­rip snap, let her be again exalted!

’Now let all the elders who are not wedded, even they that are without wives, fill up the goblet, and let those who are assembled live for many years!

’Let them drink each unto the handmaid of his heart.  May we live for many years!

Vive l’amour, vive le vin, vive la compagnie!

’We will dance through the hours of darkness to the dayspring, and return with the damsels, even unto their dwellings.

’There was a man named JOHN BROWN; he owned a little one and it was an Indian, yea, two Indian boys were among his heritage.

’The ten spot taketh the nine, but is itself taken by the ace, and since we are here assembled let us drink!

’I will advance on my charger all night, even by day will I not tarry; lo!  I have wagered my shekels on the steed with a shortened tail; who will stake his gold on the bay?

’Great was COCK ROBIN, and JAMES BUCHANAN was not small, neither is WIKOFF,

‘But greater than all is HOLLINS,—­who shall prevail against him?’

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CHAPTER II.

In the days of war, even after the South had seceded,

When the arrows of the North were pointed, and the strong men had gone forth unto battle;

When the ships had closed up the ports of the great cities, and their marts were desolate;

When the damsels that had aforetime walked in fine linen and purple, and precious stones, were clad in homespun and went to indigenous parties; When the Mississippi was blockaded by the Preble and Vincennes, and many more and several such;

Then HOLLINS got himself ready for battle:  with great boasting and mighty words did he gird on his armor,

Saying, ’Be not afraid, it is I who will unfold the terrors of my wrath; the Yankees shall utterly wither away, their ships will I burn, and their captains will I take captive, in a highly extra manner.

’Did I not burn Greytown? was it not I who made the niggers run? who shall stand before me?’

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