THE TURTLE.

Cæsar, afloat with his fortunes!
And all the world agog,
Straining its eyes
At a thing that lies
In the water, like a log!
It’s a weasel! a whale!
I see its tail!
It’s a porpoise! a polywog!
Tarnation! it’s a turtle!
And blast my bones and skin,
My hearties, sink her,
Or else you’ll think her
A regular terror—pin!
The frigate poured a broadside!
The bombs they whistled well,
But—hit old Nick
With a sugar stick!
It didn’t phase her shell!
Piff, from the creature’s larboard—
And dipping along the water
A bullet hissed
From a wreath of mist
Into a Doodle’s quarter!
Raff, from the creature’s starboard—
Rip, from his ugly snorter,
And the Congress and
The Cumberland
Sunk, and nothing—shorter.
Now, here’s to you, Virginia,
And you are bound to win!
By your rate of bobbing round
And your way of pitchin’ in—
For you are a cross
Of the old sea-horse
And a regular terror—pin.

JACKSON.

BY HENRY L. FLASH.

Not ’midst the lightning of the stormy fight,
Not in the rush upon the vandal foe,
Did kingly Death, with his resistless might,
Lay the Great Leader low.

His warrior soul its earthly shackles broke,
In the full sunshine of a peaceful town;
When all the storm was hushed, the trusty oak
That propped our cause, went down.
Though his alone the blood that flecks the ground,
Recording all his grand, heroic deeds,
Freedom herself is writhing with the wound,
And all the country bleeds.
He entered not the Nation’s Promised Land
At the red belching of the cannon’s mouth;
But broke the House of Bondage with his hand—
The Moses of the South!
O gracious God! not gainless is the loss:
A glorious sunbeam gilds thy sternest frown;
And while his country staggers with the cross,
He rises with the crown!

SONG OF THE PRIVATEER.