n broken up. I saw in Richmond fair wimmin who hed, in
olden times, never known wat labor wuz, a washin dishes, and cookin
their own vittles; and I saw men, who hed wunst lived luxuriously on the
labor uv a hundred niggers, now drivin drays, and sellin dry goods and
groceries, and sich, and my soul sunk within me. Wuz the cuss a mistake?
Wuz the nigger not the race that wuz cussed? or has he becum so
bleached, so lost in the white by amalgamation, that there ain't enough
uv the black left in each indivijjle for the cuss to hang to.

Andrew Johnson! in your hands rests our cause; on your ackshen depends
our weal or woe! Yoo, and yoo alone, kin remedy this. Wat if a corrupt
and radikle Congress does override your vetoes, and legislate for these
cuss-ridden people? Yoo hev yet a power wich yoo must not hesitate to
make em feel. Clear out the rump Congress; declare our Southern brethren
entitled to their seats, and see that they hev em. The Dimocrisy uv the
North, wich wuz latterly for peece, are now fur war. They will sustain
yoo. Reverse yoor ackshen, and yoo kin attach em to yoo with hooks uv
steel. There ain't no risk in it--nary risk. Turn the Ablishnists out uv
the Post Offices, and replace em with Democrats; let it be understood
that yoo hev come back to your fust love, and no longer abide in the
tents uv Ablishunism,--and all will be well. Talk less uv yoor policy,
and put more uv it into acts. Combine Post Offices with Policy, and
proclaim that only he who sustains the latter shel hev the former, and
yoo kin depend on the entire Democrisy North. We are waitin anxiously.
From the South comes up the cry, wich the North reekkoes.

Will Androo Johnson, wich Ablishnists call Moses, but wich we, for
obvious reasons, style the 2d Jaxon, heed that cry? or will he persist
in clingin to the black idol he embraced four years ago?

PETROLEUM V. NASBY,
Lait Paster uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun.

XXI.

A Psalm of Gladness.--The Veto of the Civil Rights Bill, and other
Matters, occasioning a Feeling of Thankfulness in the Minds of the
Democracy.

CONFEDRIT x ROADS
(wich is in the Stait uv Kentucky),
May 1, 1866.

I am a canary, a nightengale. A lark, am I.

I raise my voice in song. I pour forth melojus notes.

I am