" Continue this united League."—Richard the Third, III. 1 . |There once was a Copperhead snake tried to Bite Uncle Sam by mistake; But the Seven League Boot on old Uncle Sam's foot            Soon crushed this pestiferous snake. A soldier came back from the war, with many an honorable scar; But the Copperheads cried, "Served you right if you'd died            In this curst Abolitionist war!" T he old Tory dragon is dead, but she left us some eggs in her stead; Two were smashed in the yolk, but t

"The man who made that order," said Judge B. in court, "was a meat-head ." Oh what a head that head would be, Just meted Judge, to match with thee!...

"Just roll that nigger out of court!" The Judge exclaimed with solemn port; "I tell you very truly now, Nigs at the bar I won't allow!" At a Copperhead meeting the crier Paused an instant to hear his gun fire; The cannon was loaded, and when it exploded, Said he—"List to the voice of our sire!" There was old party named M———, Who went from bad doctrines to worse. If at law he should see his name prefaced by re, It will show what he should feel; this M———. There was a small Cozening shyster; Said

T here was an old person, J. B., An old Public Func-tion-arie; [agreed, When they swore, "We'll secede!" he just smiled, "I'm "You've a sure friend, you know, in J. B. There was a smart lawyer named W——— Who from Union men made quite a fortun'; But his wealth he despised, with Secesh fraternized, This apo-state-olical W———. There was a twistortulous Heed, Who hoped that Secesh might succeed; For he said, "It's my natur' to act like a traitor, Since it runs in the joints of a Heed." There once wa

There was an ex-editor, L———, Who rowed in the Courier punt, But to twist around more, he jumped out on the shore, That contortious poetical L———. Oh G——— T——— C——— was one Who thought himself quite a great gun; So Treason he shouted, "Constitution" he spouted, But Boston grew hot for such "Union Men"—so He herds in New York with Fernando & Co. To the cause of his country adverse, Is the man whom all honest men curse. Do you ask what's his name? oh, ne'er believe Fame, If it be not Ex-Pr

"What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese; you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which

"Our sympathies are all confined at home; yet it is just possible we may help those devoted Copperheads in the only way we know how—also, that they, on their side, are now about ripe to aid us in the only way we could accept their aid. If our troops should this summer appear within their borders anywhere between Cairo and Philadelphia, they would be hailed as friends by a population pretty well cured now of Pluribus Unum . Their cry would be, not Union, but deli- verance. Wait then, and watch, a