In fact, 't is quite a throphy. Wid butthered toast, I'm sure would timpt St. Payther; Now you'll declare Our bill of fare It could n't be complayther. For we're the boys That hearts desthroys, &c. V. Now silence all, While I recall A memory sweet and tender; The maids and wives That light our lives With deep, enduring splendor- We'll give no cheer For those so dear, But in our hearts we 'll bless them, And pray to-night, That angels bright May watch them and caress them. For we 're the boys That hearts desthroys, Wid making love and fighting; We take a fort, The girls we court, But most the last delight in. SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN. 17 SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN. AIR: "The Fine Old English Gentleman." Down in a small Palmetto State the curious ones may find, A ripping, tearing gentleman, of an uncommon kind, A staggering, swaggering sort of chap, who takes his whiskey straight, And frequently condemns his eyes to that ultimate vengeance which a clergyman of high standing has assured must be a sinner's fate: This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time. You trace his genealogy, and not far back you 'll see, brow, You'll find that every other hair is varied with a kink that seldom denotes pure Caucasian blood, but on the contrary betrays an admixture with a race not particularly popular now: This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time. He always wears a full-dress coat, pre-Adamite in cut, With waistcoat of the loudest style, through which his ruffles jut, Six breastpins deck his horrid front, and on his fingers shine Whole invoices of diamond rings which would hardly pass muster with the Original Jacobs in Chathamstreet for jewels gen-u-ine : This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time. He chews tobacco by the pound and spits upon the floor If there is not a box of sand behind the nearest door, And when he takes his weekly spree he clears a mighty track, Of everything that bears the shape of whiskey-skin, gin and sugar, brandy sour, peach and honey, irrepressible cock-tail rum, and gum, and luscious apple-jack: This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time. He takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an awful hand, Especially when those he tricks his style don't under stand, And if he wins, why then he stoops to pocket all the stakes, But if he loses, then he says to the unfortunate stranger who had chanced to win: "It 's my opinion you are a cursed abolitionist, and if you don't leave South Carolina in one hour you will be hung like a dog.” But no offer to pay his loss he makes: This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time. Of course he 's all the time in debt to those who credit give, Yet manages upon the best the market yields to live; knives and a pistol, dons a blue cockade, and declares that in consequence of the repeated aggressions of the North, and its gross violations of the Constitution, he feels that it would utterly degrade him to pay any debt whatever, and that in fact he has at last determined to SECEDE: This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time. ARMY HYMN. 19 ARMY HYMN. BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. "Old Hundred." O LORD of Hosts! Almighty King! Wake in our breasts the living fires, Be Thou a pillared flame to show God of all nations! Sovereign Lord! From Treason's rent, from Murder's stain, |