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62 THE COUNTRYMAH. TURN WOLD, GA., NOVEMBER 17, 1862. letter from Mrs. Poke. Mr. Countyrman :—Accordin to the agreament made atween you an me, for me to cum down here an be yore reglar correspondent, dnrinthe seshun of the leg islatin', an accordin to a patriotic determina- shun atween me an myself, to cum down here an veggylate the affars of the state an the nashun, an accordin to an invitashun from the guvner an legislatur, an the sew- preem corte to the same effec, I am here, stoppin at the Milledgeville Hotel for the purposes aforesaid. The. fust thing that I gin my attenshun to, after cummin down here, was the subjic of speculashun an extorshun. That I am determin t,o stop at all hazards, an to the last extrimity. So the fust thing I duz when I gits here, I draws out from my bag a bill that I had prepared afore I left home, whose objic is to bring things down, ar. I sent for Mr. Mitchell to cum to my room, and see me. After he had got in my room, sez I, “ Mr. Mitchell,” sez I, “ don’t you want to immortalize yourself? ’ Mr. Mitch ell sez, “ Aunt Sally,” sez he, “ I dont’t know that I have any partickler objecshun to bein immortalized. That’s what my konstituence sent me here for : in fact aunt Sally,” stz he, “ that’s what we legislatur men curns to the legislatur for. An I know you ken put me in the way to do it. Anybody what rites for The Countryman, ken showly put me or anybody else, in the way of immortnlizin therselves.” Sez I, in reply, “ Mr. Mitchell,” sez I, “I am more’n glad you appreshei8 my ritin kerpacerty. As an evidence of my good will for yore doin yoreself so much honor, I will give you this bill to interduce into the legislatur. It is entitled, you see, “ A Bill to be entitled An Ac to bring things Down.” Mr. Mitchell took the bill, an red it over, and sez, “ Aunt Sally,” sez he, “ the objic of the bill seems to be good, particu larly where it says spun cotting sha’n’t bring more’n $2.50 a bunch, an salt not more’n $5 a bushel-. Hut in the matter of salt, Aunt Sally, how ken that be brot down to $5, an the blockhead, hit a stand- in ?” “ Mr. Mitchell, ,r sez I, “ I see plainly you don’t want to immortalize yoreself. Ef you don’t, say so, an Mrs. Poke will give her bill to sum other legislatur man.” —This I said with great dignity, an kon- tinued—“ Don’t you know that all that is necessary for the legislatur to do is to pass my bill to bring things down, an down will cum the blockhead, salt, an everything else ?”—At last, by a great deal of argey- ing, I brot Mr. Mitchell over to my plans of immortalizin me an him, an he interdu- ced my bill. It goes by the name of '‘Aunt Sally's Bill to bring things Down.” You will hear from it, an me, an Mr. Mitch ell agin, shortly. I have had one of the tryinesl times that ever I had in my life, sence I have been down here. Guvner Brown he tuck it in his head that the kornskrip law was oncon- stitusliunal : an youknow he has dun a pow erful bite of ritin, fust an last, to prove that he is rite, an Jeff Davis rong. As soon as I got down here, the guvner sent for me to take tea with him : an after suppler, as I was a settin out on the pizarro with him, a sniokin my ole korn kob pipe what I brung along with me, in my bag, the guv ner ups an sez, “ Aunt Sally,” sez he, “ I want yore opinion on a very important kornstitushunal pint—the kornscrip Ac. But in the fust place, allow me to ax you, is you red my letters, messages, an argey- ments on the subjic ?” Sez 1, “ No, Joseph,” sez I: “ I has been the bizziest creetur that ever you seed, a- makin soljers’ close. But yore aunt Sally kep her yard-stick by her, an measured yore argeyments as they kum out. I found that yore argeyments measured 500 yards, lackin a few inches. Jeff Davis’s only measured a foot or so. Therefore yore aunt Sally korucludes that you must be lite, an the president must be rong.” Yon ort to have been thar to see how happy the guvner was.—The nex rnornin, it was all over town that Mrs. Poke was agin kornscription, an the enemies of that proeeedin begun to look up.—As I was walkin along, lockin arms with the guvner, towards the State-house, here cuins Joe Henry Lumpkin, walkin up as familiar as ever you seed, an run his arm through mine.- “ Mr. Lumpkin,” sez I, drawing back with vartuous indignashun,“ how do you dar to take sich liberties with a vartuous female, an nobody axed you ? What would Mrs. Lumpkin an my ole man say, ef they was to see sich ?” But Joe Henry, he put on one of the sweetest, wininest smiles that ever y r ou seed, an my heart begin to relent rite away', while the guvner begin to look pizen. lie knowed what Joe Henry was alter. “ Aunt Sally,” sez Joe Henry, “ come this way, a minit. It are more’n probabil that the kornscrip Ac will be up in a few days afore the sewpreem corte, an I want you to give us yore advice an influence.” Then Joe Brown he begin to pull me on towards the x-ecutiv oflis, an Joe Lumpkin he begin to pull me back towards the hotel. Sich a struggle you perhaps never see. I thort they wood a pulled every rag of close I had on, offin me, rite out thar, a- fore everybody. Two Josephs pullin away at mo as hard as they coog, put me in mine of the scuffle that Mrs. Potiphar and Joseph of ole had, though it was for a' dif ferent purpose, I assure you. “ Gentle;?ie;a,” sez I with indignashun, “its a scandal tor you to do so, rite out here, in broad open day-time, an in presence of the gran korncorse of Georgia legislatur men. Let me go, in God’s name, let me go!” About this time, here curn Judge Harris, an he cussed powerful, when he seed what was gwine on. An then here cum Gus Kinion, an he cussed powerfuller still. Says he, “Aunt Sally, step down to the hotel a minit with mo. I’ve got a tele graph from president Davis for you.” An so I went down. The guvner lookt as mad as blazes, an went on. He seed that eve rything was lost with him. When l got to the hotel, Gus Kinion tuck out a little slip of paper from his vest pockit, an red as toilers: ‘.‘Richmond, Sth Nov., 1862.—My Deer Aunt Sally :—Ef you don’t go fur the kornscrip Ac, an git yore sewpreem corte to do the same, the nashun are ruined. Ef you ever loved me in yore life, now.is the time to show it.—Yore affecshun8 neffew. —Jeff Davis.” I coodn’t stan that : so 1 turned rite over, an went fur the kornscrip Ac. I rote out my opinion, an give it to Charles J. Jinking, who polished it over a leetle, an red it as the opinion of the corte. It seams to give full satisfacshun, an every body is praisin Mrs. Poke, an wantin to git liur influence fur ther bills.—Sum peeple pretends to say Gus Kinion fooled me about that telegraphic message,and that the president did not send it. But I know Gus well enough to know he wood not take sich liberties with his aunt Sally. Joe Brown has been so mad with me ever sence they tuck me away from him, that he has not spoke tome sence.—Yorefren, Sally Poke.—Milledgeville, the 1 Wr Nov., 1862. Count de Paree. The Columbus Sun publishes Count de Paree’s letter to Gen. Sickles, and does r.ot credit this journal in which it first appear ed, with it. Brcther Sun, you ought to let my little light shine better than that, and not eclipse it just because you are the Sun.