March Tenth
AN AFTERTHOUGHT
“Say, Judge, ain’t you the same man that told us before the war that we could whip the Yankees with pop-guns?”
“Yes,” replied the stump-orator, with great presence of mind, “and we could, but, confound ’em, they wouldn’t fight us that way.”
March Eleventh
TWO VIEWS OF VIRGINIA
(The latter is taken from a witty parody on the original poem. Presented to a Virginia girl, it was indignantly tossed into the wastebasket. Later, however, she copied it and sent it around for the amusement of many—in the family!)
I. The days are never quite so long
As in Virginia;
Nor quite so filled with happy song
As in Virginia;
And when my time has come to die
Just take me back and let me lie
Close where the James goes rolling by,
Down in Virginia.
II. Nowhere such storms obscure the sun
As in Virginia;
Nowhere so slow the railroads run,
As in Virginia;
And when my time has come to go
Just take me there, because, you know,
I’ll longer live, I’ll die so slow,
Down in Virginia.