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 TO BROTHER 1 JONATHAN, 
 
 Ox THE DICTATORSHIP OK ABE LINCOLN. 
 
 BY .1. T. B. Of BICHMOND. 
 
 Ah ! Jonathan you little thought when all your hills and vales, 
 Rang with the cheers for " Honest Abe,'' the splitter of the rails, 
 That " Honest Ahe'' would take his axe and whittle out a throne, 
 And while you fought for Southern slaves would make you all his own. 
 
 That while you shouted for the war and spoke of hempen collars, 
 That war would fall so heavy on your dear Almighty dollars ; 
 You filled the world with Drags and boasts of warlike preperation, 
 Hut you, to be a conscript now, beats all your " Calkelation. - ' 
 
 The South still stands with dented shield but with a dripping blade, 
 While weak and weary of the strife you wish the storm were stayed, 
 But Abe's splay foot is on your throat you've given him power to choke. 
 Now pour your blood and spend your gold — " He likes a little joke." 
 
 You did'nt " guess " that you yourself would know how thraldrom feels, 
 You did'nt " Calkelate" on debt or dream about bastiles, 
 Nor to hear your orphans' cry, nor see your widows' fireless hearth, 
 To see yourself the scorn, the scoff, the laughter of the earth. 
 
 Now you must bow to such a thing. " / an-nr it beats all natur, " 
 That honest Abe, your puppet once, should now be your Dictator ; 
 Hut crouch to him. you cowered, at the British Lion's growl, 
 Then east you down upon the dust, and gnash your teeth and howl. 
 
 Howl, uot because your once proud flag has trailed in Southern mud, 
 
 Nor that the very land is red with rivulets of blood, 
 
 Howl not in rage and envy at a South victorious still, 
 
 Nor o'er your dead that moulder on its every swamp and hill; 
 
 Hut broken laws, and squandered gold, disaster and misrule, 
 
 Ay, howl, that e'er so " cute a chap " was " sich a tarual fool." 
 

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