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You talk so much of what you'll do

Proclamation! Richard Magee [advertisement]

You're all aflame with woman's rights

A slave to Fashion's tyrant laws

Handsomest Girl in Town.

A Mantilla from your shoulder falls

Since, in this progressive age

Thou languishing young lady-bird

"Pray, what's the matter," said a friend to me

You're not so bad looking as some I know

Her Own Admirer.

Dear, simpering, fascinating Miss.

Miss Affectation.

Among the women who in history brightest have shone.

Devoid of useless crinoline.

Abolitionist Philanthropist.

You don't look handsome in your regimentals

You doubtless think that prudence is a virtue

A Bull Run-ner.

You love the contrabands too much

You think yourself both bold and brave, of course

My friend, I vow that I'm not over nice.

Tis evident you're far too fond of liquor

As you stand there so quietly, in repose.

Jolly Jack

The Veteran.

The Veteran.

The Veteran.

Behold your coward self from bullets flying.

Poor soldiers have mighty few things to be merry at

Ha, ha! don't you think you're brave?

A Regular.

The Brave Volunteer.

A Northern Rebel.

Mr. Pill with a very long Bill.

Cease your sighing day and night.

Folks do say, my little drummer,

The Soldier.

U.S. Volunteer.

To a Recruiting Officer.

A Head for Military Distinction.

Ah! what is the matter, my trooper so gay

A Rebel.

The Officer who paid for his commission

The Soldier.

A Recruiting Officer.

Ladies, I learned to bow this way

The Wounded Soldier.

Return of a Three Year's Volunteer.

To a Heavy Dragoon.

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