Southern Argus. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1834-1842, 1840-03-31
From The Alton Telegraph.


r,om he Alton Telegraph.
.,,yeEsTING "REMINISCENCES.
~ = indebted to a late number Of the
Ven Republican, for the following thrill
nc. g.. on the BATTLE OF TIPPECANoE.
l1. originally written for, and sung at, a
"',.i,bratlon Of the glorious victory a
bic 'iL h. Genl. HARRISON and his gallant
eve, " On the above occasion, by the men,
nfaoo' ne LEGISLATURE and other citizens Of
b a. Frankfort, a few weeks after the
a'u' n,cri. The name Of the author has es-
.., recollection. We distinctly remem,
'el O l,Doyrr. having re-published the piece
Do o, rs first appearance; and so strong
~ ,'onression il then made on our mind
w NV meeting it againior the first time az
t,,se of about twenty eight years, our
I 5,s enabled us 20 correct sundry err
lI .,me of which affect the sense-which
~ tbc copy furnished for the Repubh-
ga A. me greater part Of those engaged in
.,,r,ble struggle il so wildly describes
Lathe stage of human action, IFS general
lF,,,ion at the present moment seems to
-,g.ri,rlv appropriate; and will serve to
5,bo numerous assaults which the minions
visiting Administration are now making
,bo fair fame of the virtuous patriot to
% yaor and prudence a triumph which
,So,rcd the great West from all the horrors
7, indian war is solely to be attributed.
~ur BATTLE OF TIPPECANOE;
IN -55 on de 7h Norcmber, 1911, dedicated
4 rlmes Madison, President Of the United
SGss.
,r,Ee Awake my gallant friends;
3, arms to arms the foe is nigh;
IN. sentinel his warming sends;
,oI bark! the treacherous savage cry.
su,Ee! TO arms the word goes round,
NE drums deep roll, the flies shrill sound,
The trumpet's blast, proclaim through night,
An Indian band, a bloody fight.
!, haste thee, Baeu! alas too late;
\ .sj chiefs arm now AIMS the blow;
i,r earv but a glorious fa;e)
IN, touahawk has laid him low.
broad darkness rcigns. On, Daviess, on +:
Where's Boydl and valiant HARRISON,
Commander of the Christian force!
And Owen! He's a bleeding corse.
Sand, comrades brave, stand to your post (;
r,ra, Wells and Floyd, and Barton, all
hlpt now be won, or must be lost;
brskv, bayonet, sword and ball"
Thus spake the General; when a ven
Was heard as though a hero fell
And bark! The Indian whoop again
4 is for galljnt Dayiess, slain.
tarful is the battles rage
NJ hdy's hand is in the fray;
IN 5awny limbs the contest wage,
Id Struggle for the victor's day.
l0 Spencer skins, and Warick's slain,
And breathless bodies strew the plain:
And Wells, and groans, and clang and roar,
E,lo along the Wabash shore.
bark! where breaks upon the eye
lm5us beam. The coming day,
hal 6l a frantic prophecy
ld christian warfare well display.
Never did Constantine's soldiers see
With more of Joy for victory,
Across the arch of Heaven adorn,
Than these the blessing Of the morn.
BID Boyd lead on his steady band,
Nah br,stling bayonets FURNISHED bright,
Nhat could therdawtless charge withstand
W0at stay the warriors matchless might!
Rushing amid they clear the field;
The savage foe constrained TO yield
To HARRISON, who near and far
Gave form and spirit to the war.
Sound, sound the charge spur, spur the steed,
And swift the lugitlyes pursue
His vain, reign in--your utmost speed
Cold not o'etakc the recreant crew,
IN cortland, marsh, in dell or cave,
Each Indian sought his life TO save;
Whence pcering forth with fear and ire,
He saw his prophets town on fire.
Now The great Eagle of the West,
'Irmpiantly was seen to wave;
And now each soldiers manly breast
S-l'l DER his fallen comrades grave.
Some dropped tear, and muse'd the while
Then loIn'd in measur'd march their file
And here and there cast wishful eye,
That might surviving friends decry.
But let a foe again appear,
y east, or west, or south, or north;
The soldier then shall dry his tear,
A1l fearless, gaily sally forth.
WIN steady eye, and warlke front,
He'll meet the battles deadly brunt;
Tome Gaul or Briton if array'd
For fght-he'll feel a freeman's blade.