Andrew Johnson! in your hands rests our cause; on your ackshen depends our weal or woe! Yoo, and yoo alone, kin remedy this. Wat if a corrupt and radikle Congress does override your vetoes, and legislate for these cuss-ridden people? Yoo hev yet a power wich yoo must not hesitate to make em feel. Clear out the rump Congress; declare our Southern brethren entitled to their seats, and see that they hev em. The Dimocrisy uv the North, wich wuz latterly for peece, are now fur war. They will sustain yoo. Reverse yoor ackshen, and yoo kin attach em to yoo with hooks uv steel. There ain't no risk in it--nary risk. Turn the Ablishnists out uv the Post Offices, and replace em with Democrats; let it be understood that yoo hev come back to your fust love, and no longer abide in the tents uv Ablishunism,--and all will be well. Talk less uv yoor policy, and put more uv it into acts. Combine Post Offices with Policy, and proclaim that only he who sustains the latter shel hev the former, and yoo kin depend on the entire Democrisy North. We are waitin anxiously. From the South comes up the cry, wich the North reekkoes. Will Androo Johnson, wich Ablishnists call Moses, but wich we, for obvious reasons, style the 2d Jaxon, heed that cry? or will he persist in clingin to the black idol he embraced four years ago? PETROLEUM V. NASBY, Lait Paster uv the Church uv the Noo Dispensashun. XXI. A Psalm of Gladness.--The Veto of the Civil Rights Bill, and other Matters, occasioning a Feeling of Thankfulness in the Minds of the Democracy. CONFEDRIT x ROADS (wich is in the Stait uv Kentucky), May 1, 1866. I am a canary, a nightengale. A lark, am I. I raise my voice in song. I pour forth melojus notes. I am a lamb, wich frisketh, and waggeth his tale, and leapeth, ez he nippeth the tender grass. I am a colt, wich kicketh up its heels exuberantly. I am a bridegroom, wich cometh from his bride in the mornin feelin releeved in the knowledge that she wore not palpitators, nor false calves, nor nothin false, afore she wuz hizn. I am a steamboat captin with a full load, a doggry keeper on a Saturday nite, a sportin man with four aces in his hand. All these am I, and more. For we sought to establish ourselves upon a rock, but found that the underpinnin wuz gone out uv it. Even slavery wuz our strong place, and our hope; but the corners hed bin knocked out uv it. The sons uv Belial hed gone forth agin it. Massachusetts hed assailed it, and the North West hed drawd its bow agin it. Wendell Phillips hed pecked out wun stun, Garret Smith another; and the soljers hed completed what they hed begun. And Congris, even the Rump, hed decreed its death, and hed held forth its hand to Ethiopia. It passed a bill givin the Niggers their rites, and takin away from us our rites: