The rebels swore that New Orleans never should be taken, But if the Yankees came so near they should not save their bacon. That's the way they blustered when they thought they were so handy, But Farragut steamed up one day and gave them Doodle Dandy. Ben Butler then was ordered down to regulate the city; He made the rebels walk a chalk, and was not that a pity? That's the way to serve them out--that's the way to treat them, They must not go and put on airs after we have beat them. He made the rebel banks shell out and pay the loyal people, He made them keep the city clean from pig's sty to church steeple. That's the way Columbia speaks, let all men believe her; That's the way Columbia speaks instead of yellow fever. He sent the saucy women up and made them treat us well He helped the poor and snubbed the rich; they thought he was the devil, Bully for Ben. Butler, then, they thought he was so handy; Bully for Ben Butler then,--Yankee Doodle Dandy. The days of sadness for mistress were days of joy for us. We shouted and laughed to the top of our voices. My mistress was more enraged than ever--nothing pleased her. One evening, after I had attended to my usual duties, and I supposed all was complete, she, in a terrible range, declared I should be punished that night. I did not know the cause, neither did she. She went immediately and selected a switch. She placed it in the corner of the room to await the return of her husband at night for him to whip me. As I was not pleased with the idea of a whipping I bent the switch in the shape of W, which was the first letter of his name, and after I had attended to the dining room my fellow servant and myself walked away and stopped with an aunt of mine during the night. In the morning we made our way to the Arsenal, but could gain no admission. While we were wandering about seeking protection, the girl's father overtook us and persuaded us to return home. We finally complied. All was quiet. Not a word was spoken respecting our sudden departure. All went on as usual. I was permitted to attend to my work without interruption until three weeks after. One morning I entered Mrs. Lewis' room, and she was in a room adjoining, complaining of something I had neglected. Mr. L. then enquired if I had done my work. I told him I had. She then flew into a rage and told him I was saucy, and to strike me, and he immediately gave me a severe blow with a stick of wood, which inflicted a deep wound upon my head. The blood ran over my clothing, which gave me a frightful appearance. Mr. Lewis then ordered me to change my clothing immediately. As I did not obey he became more enraged, and pulled me into another room and threw me on the floor, placed his knee on my stomach, slapped me on the face and beat me with his fist, and would have punished me more had not my mother interfered. He then told her to go away or he would