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f the earth; filling his veins with its iron; constructing the very seat and citadel of the soul, and flashing its spiritual mandates through the nerves, by the help of the phosphorus which he derives from the soil through the elaboration of plants and inferior animals. WE'RE NOT TIRED OF FIGHTING YET! Oh, we're not tired of fighting yet! We're not the boys to frighten yet! While drums are drumming we'll be coming, With the ball and bayonet! For we can hit while they can pound, And so let's have another round! Secesh is bound to lick the ground, And we'll be in their pantry yet! Oh, we're not tired of tramping yet-- Of soldier life or camping yet; And rough or level, man or devil, We are game for stamping yet. We've lived through weather wet and dry, Through hail and fire, without a cry; We wouldn't freeze, and couldn't fry, And haven't got through our ramping yet! We haven't broke up the party yet; We're rough, and tough, and hearty yet; Who talks of going pays what's owing, And there's a bill will smart ye yet! So bang the doors, and lock 'em tight! Secesh, you've got to make it right! We'll have a little dance to-night; You can't begin to travel yet! Oh, we're not tired of fighting yet, Nor ripe for disuniting yet! Before they do it, or get through it, There'll be some savage biting yet! Then hip, hurrah for Uncle Sam! And down with all secesh and sham! From Davis to Vallandigham, They all shall rue their treason yet! * * * * * We cannot close the present number of THE CONTINENTAL without a few words of fervid congratulation to our readers and countrymen. We may greet each other now with glad hearts and uplifted brows. What a glorious "Fourth" was ours, with our Eagle scattering the heavy war-clouds which hung around us, soaring to gaze once more undazzled at the sun of liberty; our stars again shining down clear upon us from their heaven of light! Joy sparkles in every eye, and high, strong words flash from every tongue. Grant victorious--Vicksburg ours--the army of the Potomac covered with glory--Meade everywhere triumphant, and in full pursuit of our flying and disheartened foe! Heroes and soldiers, your country blesses and thanks you! Let us now resolve that with every day our Union shall grow closer. Le
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