Succeeded by the Mackerel Brigade with shovels at a shoulder-arms, and noses suggestive of strawberry patches in the balmy month of June.
And was this all the procession? you will ask; did nothing come after the Brigade itself?
I am not a positive man, my boy, and care not to assert a thing unless I positively know it to be true. It was growing dark when we reached our destination, and I could not see distinctly toward the rear: yet I think I did see something coming after the Mackerel Brigade.
What was it?
It was the Southern Confederacy, my boy—the Southern Confederacy.
Your, excitedly,
Orpheus C. Kerr.
LETTER LXIV.
SHOWING HOW THE COSMOPOLITANS MET AGAIN, TO BE INTRODUCED TO THE "NEUTRAL BRITISH GENTLEMAN," AND HEAR MR. BONBON'S FRENCH STORY.