He was quite perlite, and axed me to sit down and state my case. I did it, when he larfed and said his gallunt men had been a little 2 enthoosiastic in confisticatin my show. "Yes," sez I, "they confisticated me too muchly.  I had sum hosses confisticated in the same way onct, but the confisticaters air now poundin stun in the States Prison in Injinnapylus." "Wall, wall Mister Ward, you air at liberty to depart; you air friendly to the South, I know.  Even now we hav many frens in the North, who sympathize with us, and won't mingle with this fight." "J. Davis, there's your grate mistaik. Many of us was your sincere frends, and thought certin parties amung us was fussin about you and meddlin with your consarns intirely too much. But J. Davis, the minit you fire a gun at the piece of dry-goods called the Star-Spangled Banner, the North gits up and rises en massy, in defence of that banner.  Not agin you as individooals,--not agin the South even--but to save the flag.  We should indeed be weak in the knees, unsound in the heart, milk-white in the liver, and soft in the hed, if we stood quietly by, and saw this glorus Govyment smashed to pieces, either by a furrin or a intestine foe.  The gentle-harted mother hates to take her naughty child across her knee, but she knows it is her dooty to do it.  So we shall hate to whip the naughty South, but we must do it if you don't make back tracks at onct, and we shall wallup you out of your boots!  J. Davis, it is my decided opinion that the Sonny South is makin a egrejus mutton-hed of herself!" "Go on, sir, you're safe enuff.  You're two small powder for me!" sed the President of the Southern Conthieveracy. "Wait till I go home and start out the Baldinsville Mounted Hoss Cavalry!  I'm Capting of that Corpse, I am, and J. Davis, beware!  Jefferson D., I now leave you!  Farewell my gay Saler Boy!  Good-bye, my bold buccaneer!  Pirut of the deep blue sea, adoo! adoo!" My tower threw the Southern Conthieveracy on my way home was thrillin enuff for yeller covers.  It will form the subjeck of my next.  Betsy Jane and the projeny air well. Yours Respectably,     A. Ward. ____________________ THRILLING SCENES IN DIXIE. I had a narrer scape from the sonny South.  "The swings and arrers of outrajus fortin," alluded to by Hamlick, warn't nothin in comparison to my trubles.  I come pesky near swearin sum profane oaths more'n onct, but I hope I didn't do it, for I've promist she whose name shall be nameless (except that her initials is Betsy J.) that I'll jine the Meetin House at Baldinsville, jest as soon as I can scrape money enuff together so I can 'ford to be piuss in good stile, like my welthy nabers.  But if I'm confisticated agin I'm fraid I shall continner on in my present benited state for sum time.