Things looks pooty squally, it must be allowed, An' I don't see much signs of a bow in the cloud: Ther' 's too many Decmocrats--leaders, wut's wuss-- Thet go for the Union 'thout carin' a cuss Ef it helps ary party thet ever wuz heard on, So our eagle ain't made a split Austrian bird on. But ther' 's still some conservative signs to be found Thet shows the gret heart o' the People is sound: (Excuse me for usin' a stump-phrase agin, But, once in the way on 't, they _will_ stick like sin:) There's Phillips, for instance, hez jes' ketched a Tartar In the Law-'n'-Order Party of ole Cincinnater; An' the Compromise System ain't gone out o' reach, Long 'z you keep the right limits on freedom o' speech; 'T warn't none too late, neither, to put on the gag, For he's dangerous now he goes in for the flag: Nut thet I altogether approve o' bad eggs, They're mos' gin'lly argymunt on its las' legs,-- An' their logic is ept to be tu indiscriminate, Nor don't ollus wait the right objecs to 'liminate; But there is a variety on 'em, you 'll find, Jest ez usefie an' more, besides bein' refined,-- I mean o' the sort thet are laid by the dictionary, Sech ez sophisms an' cant thet'll kerry conviction ary Way thet you want to the right class o' men, An' are staler than all't ever come from a hen: "Disunion" done wal till our resh Soutlun friends Took the savor all out on't for national ends; But I guess "Abolition" 'll work a spell yit, When the war's done, an' so will "Forgive-an'-forgit." Times mus' be pooty thoroughly out o' all jint, Ef we can't make a good constitootional pint; An' the good time 'll come to be grindin' our exes, When the war goes to seed in the nettle o' texes: Ef Jon'than don't squirm, with sech helps to assist him, I give up my faith in the free-suffrage system; Democ'cy wun't be nut a mite interestin', Nor p'litikle capital much wuth investin'; An' my notion is, to keep dark an' lay low Till we see the right minute to put in our blow.-- But I've talked longer now 'n I hed any idee, An' ther's others you want to hear more 'n you du me; So I'll set down an' give thet 'ere bottle a skrimmage, For I've spoke till I'm dry ez a real graven image. REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES. _Record of an Obscure Man. Tragedy of Errors_, Parts I. and II. Boston: Ticknor and Fields. 1861, 1862.