about the war.  In a few days my mistress came down to the kitchen again with another bitter complaint that it was a sad affair that the Unionists had taken their delicate citizens who had enlisted and made prisoners of them—­that they were babes.  My mother reminded her of taking Fort Sumpter and Major Anderson and serving them the same and that turn about was fair play.  She then hastened to her room with the speed of a deer, nearly unhinging every door in her flight, replying as she went that the Niggers and Yankees were seeking to take the country.  One day, after she had visited the kitchen to superintend some domestic affairs, as she pretended, she became very angry without a word being passed, and said—­“I think it has come to a pretty pass, that old Lincoln, with his long legs, an old rail splitter, wishes to put the Niggers on an equality with the whites; that her children should never be on an equal footing with a Nigger.  She had rather see them dead.”  As my mother made no reply to her remarks, she stopped talking, and commenced venting her spite on my companion servant.  On one occasion Mr. Lewis searched my mother’s room and found a picture of President Lincoln, cut from a newspaper, hanging in her room.  He asked her what she was doing with old Lincoln’s picture.  She replied it was there because she liked it.  He then knocked her down three times, and sent her to the trader’s yard for a month as punishment.  My mistress indulged some hopes till the victory of New Orleans, when she heard the famous Union song sang to the tune of Yankee Doodle: 

    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.