The �Gorilla Club.�
�Then cheer up, my lively lads,
In spite of wind and weather!
Cheer up my lively lads!
We�ll all get drunk together!
I wish I had a stack of bricks
To raise my chimney high-hi-hier,
The neighbours� cats, confound their tricks,
They piddle out my fi-i-ier!
Then cheer up, &c�
Here, too, are fragments from another ab-
surdity, sung in common:
�Oh, the chickens, they grow tall!
In Maumee, in Maumee!
Oh, the chickens, they grow tall!
And they eat �em, guts and all!
Oh, I wish I was a geese!
In Maumee! in Maumee!
For they lives and dies in peace,
And accumulates much grease
� And much more. By 3 o�clock this
afternoon, came a Col. Currie of the 133
N. Y. an Englishman who had seen service
in the Crimea, who came to the U. S. about
a year ago, was in the Virginia peninsula,