Drafted at Last:
Clad in the Garb of Slaivry!

CAMP uv THE 778TH OHIO KIDNAPT MELISHY. 
TOLEDO. October the 17th, 1862.

I am here, clad in the garb uv salivary! Nasby, clothed in a bobtailed bloo coat, a woolin shirt, and bloo pants, with a Oysteran muskit in his hands, a going thro the exercise! Good hevings! wat a spectacle! The draft was over, and I thot that wunst more I'd visit my native land. Gaily I stept abord the boat that was to carry me from British shores -- gaily I say, for my money hed given out some weeks afore, and I hed earned a precarious subsistence a sawin wood in pardnership with a disgustin mulatto, and I lookt forward with joyful antisepashens to the time when I should agen embrace Looizer Jane (the pardner uv my buzzum), and keep my skin perpetooally full uv the elickser uv life, out uv her wash in money. Joyfully I sprang off the boat onto the wharf at Toledo, when a hevy hand was laid onto my shoulder. Twas a soljer! The follerin conversashen ensood:
"Wat wantest thow, my gentle friend?"
"I want yoo, my gay Kanajen."
"On wat grounds?" retortid I.
"On the ground uv eloodin uv the draft," sez he.
"Yoor mistaken," sez I; "I'm a Ablishnist -- a emissary. I hev bin a spredin the bread uv life among the poor colored brethrin in Kanady, and am jest returnin to run thro another lot. Let me pass, I entreat thee, nor stay me in my good work."
"Not much," sez he. "I know better. Yoor a butternut."
"How knowst thou?" sez I.
"Yoor nose," sez he. "That bucheus beekun lite wuz never got out uv spring water."
"Yoor knowledge uv men and things is too much for me. I confess, and surrender at discreshun-do with me ez thou wilt."
And he did. I wuz led out to camp, and Wuz allowed to volunteer to fite against my convickshens -- against my brethren, who hev taken up arms in a rightous coz. So be it. Hentzforth the name uv Nasby will shine in the list uv marters.
Amid the dark, deep gloom that envellups me, wun ray uv light strikes me. I hev seen the eleckshun returns, and wen I seed em, I yelled Hallelogy! Me and another victim uv Linkin's tyranny, who is a Dimekrat (he wuz a postmaster under Bookannon, and wen removed by Linkin, dident give up the balance uv money he had on hand, fearin twood be used to subvert our free instooshns), hed a jubilee. We smuggled a bottle uv condenst ekstasy, and celebratid muchly.
"The North's redeemed!" showtid I.
"Let the eagle screme!" yelled he.
"The Quakers hev votid!" showtid I.
"Ablishnism dead!" screemed he. 
"Dimokrasy's triumphed!" laft I; and so on, until after midnite, when, completely eggsaustid, we sank into slumber, with a empty bottle atween us.

PETROLEUM V. NASBY.