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Title: Abraham Lincoln and the London Punch; cartoons, comments and poems, published in the London charivari, during the American Civil War (1861-1865)
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Walsh, William Shepard, 1854-1919, ed
Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865
Publisher: New York, Moffat, Yard and Company
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
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60 ABRAHAM LINCOLN AND Air you in earnest, Colonel? asks thecoon. I am, replies the mighty Bull. Dont fire, says the coon, Ill comedown. Even Lincolns proclamation emancipating theslaves in the seceding states did not soften theasperity of the old-time anti-slavery advocate.Punch feigned to see in this message only theruse of a wily combatant driven to a last re-source. This idea is put into a quatrain, as fol-lows : The American Chess-Players Although of conquest Yankee North despairs,His brain for some expedient wild he racks, And thinks that having failed on the white squares.He cant do worse by moving on the Blacks. Under the heading One Good Turn DeservesAnother, Old Abe is shown extending musket,sword and knapsack to a negro who refuses to becajoled by his honeyed words. Why I do declare,says Abe, its my dear oldfriend, Sambo! Course youll fight for us, Sambo.Lend us a hand, old hoss, do THK LONDON PUNCH 61 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVABL—August 23, 1862.
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LINCOLNS TWO DIFFICULTIES. Lin. WHAT NO MONEY1 NO .MEN! 62 ABRAHAM LINCOLN AND The same jibe finds vent in the followingpoems: ABES LAST CARD; OR, ROUGE-ET-NOIR Brags our game: and awful losers Weve been on the Red.Under and above the table, Awfully weve bled.Neer a stake have we adventured, But weve lost it still,From Bulls Run and mad Manassas, Down to Sharpsburg Hill. When lucks desperate, desperate venture Still may bring it back:So Ill chance it—neck or nothing— Here I lead THE BLACK!If I win, the South must pay fort, Pay in fire and gore:If I lose, Im neer a dollar Worse off than before. From the Slaves of Southern rebels Thus I strike the chain:But the slaves of loyal owners Still shall slaves remain.If their owners like to wop em, They to wop are masters;Or if they prefer to swop em, Here are our shin-plasters! THE LONDON PUNCH 63

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