at Guy's:
"To horse, to horse," our hero drunk exclaims,
"I'll crush rebellion--give the town to flames."
The faithful groom the pawing steed attends,
The maudlin Cyclops all oblique ascends;
But ere the lambent flames consume the town,
The Cid unhorsed, like Bacchus, topples down.
Old Juno's goose erst saved imperial Rome,
But Rebel whisky saves the Rebels' home.
Next comes the dismal order--'tis from Scott--

[Illustration: "Fraternal discord cease." _Page 27._]

"Leave Baltimore." He blew a warlike trump,
And marched to conquest--conquest of a pump!
Like Falstaff, seeks repose and dreams of glory,
While Bethel's thunder peal'd another story;
Leaves gallant Winthrop to his mournful fate,
But takes the field when haply 'tis too late.
Wrath gnaws his bowels, and with words profane,
He swore an oath, as once the Queen of Spain
Vowed the same garment _malgre_ wear and tear,
Till Ostend fell she would forever wear.
Our hero vowed Magruder's works to take,
Whereof the books no mention deign to make;
For well we know the batt'ries poured their thunder,
While wise Sir Spoons sought easier paths to plunder.
But _Io Bacche_! Victory comes at last--
Our doughty chief in New Orleans is cast;

[Illustration: ""I'll blow Fort Fisher 'mong the region kites!"
Oh, glorious thought! but ere the fort ignites,
Our Cyclop's sailed away infirm of will,
And saucy Fisher flashed defiance still." _Page_ 25.]

The donkey stole the lion's skin and brayed,
And Farragut our Cyclop's fortune made.
Where are the trophies of our Yankee brave?
The lecherous order, and poor Mumford's grave;
Ship Island's tortures, Mrs. Phillips' cell,
For mercy's reign the cruelty of hell;
A Shylock brother--a Praetorian band--
A starving city and a plundered land:
These are his triumphs--Fisher was his shame,--
Oh! triumph worse than is the coward's name.
"I'll blow Fort Fisher 'mong the region kites!"
Oh, glorious thought! but ere the fort ignites,
Our Cyclop's sailed away infirm of will,
And saucy Fisher flash'd defiance still.
"Far better I were _hermetically_ seal'd,
Than homeward borne upon a bloody shield."

[Illustration: "But hold, enough; no further we'll pursue
The modern Haynau. "Bottled" Chief, adieu." _Page_ 27.]

"Fort Fisher be my epitaph!" 'Tis meet,
For long ago it gave thy winding sheet.
But hold, enough; no further we'll pursu