At this pint methought the sperit uv Washinton floated into the hall, and for a minnit contemplated the countenance uv President Johnson. In my dreem I heerd him murmur, “There wuz me, and Adams, and Gefferson, and Monroe, and sich, and then cum Fillmore, and Peerce, and Bookannon, and, good God! Johnson! Faugh!” and I notist that George spit ez tho’ suthin in his mouth didn’t taste well. In fact, the Father uv his country looked sick, and spreadin his wings, the sperit moved out uv the hall, shakin the sperit dust off uv his speritool boots ez he shot thro’ the sky-lite.
There wuz then a blank in my dream. When I resoomed, I was at the Post-offis Department the next mornin. The gullotin hed commenced work, and the supporters uv the constitushun were reseevin their commissions ez postmasters ez fast ez four hundred clerks cood make em out. Ez I pressed forward, Randall hisself give me mine. “Take it, my venerable friend,” sez he, with tears a gushin down his cheeks; “take it. No more shall that Demokrat in your township who takes a paper reseeve it contaminated by the touch uv a Ablishin radical.”
NASBY’S DREAM OF THE PHILADELPHIA CONVENTION.
At this critical pint I awoke. Wood that that dream wuz a reality! Will I only git that postoffis in a dream.
Petroleum V. Nasby,
Lait Paster uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun.
XXVIII.
The Reward of Virtue.—After Months of waiting, the Virtuous Patriot secures his Loaf.—The Jollification.
Confedrit × Roads
(wich is in the Stait uv Kentucky),
August 12, 1866.