Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1845-08-13

Come and take to Thy fold;
Let me then, matured in love,
Meet my little one above MA E.
For the Palladium
beg leave TO submit TO your consider
ion the following lines. They founded upon tn
,nderful adventures of young Philadelphia Aid d
IMP, account Of which l think deserve u place i
3 columns of your estmable paper; not only for tn
vety but because the hero should be mrnortalized.
HE AID-DE-CAMP, OR MOTHERS PET.
Founded upon facts, in PHILADELPHIA
.'GESIUs''
Bring out my steed, the major cried,
Bring forth in proud array,
My souls in and must go,
I'm eager for the fray.
Bring forth caparisoned my coat,
Nor let me longer furry,
must be off my captain calls,
I'm really in a hurry
With 'kerchief fine he wipes his face,
A tear drops from his eye,
Here stands the major, says the girls,
Mount, major. mount they cry.
Oh! what hour Of JOY this,
Before him stands the steed,
While numbers rush to see the star,
To prove friend in need.
Now see his grand MAJ cstic air.
He PAGES to and fro,
And soon with graphing hands draws near,
While Dapple kicks-woa-woa.i
Hold on! hold on. keep fast the rein,
Hold tight, go cheer for ever,
The first man that lets loose his hold.
His head I'll split, III sever!
What. dare you laugh7 hear me, We gods.
Give but that smile again.
And thus with this sharp pointed sword,
I'll cut thee thrO' in twain
I'll tear thy form from limb to limb,
Nor will heed thy prayer,
I'll scatter thee before the crowd,
And toss thee high in air.
He spoke, but oh! what strange surprise,
Was pictured on the spot
But no, will not tell thee more,
The rest have forgot.
Well, quite dismayed the waiter stood,
Asif ghost were near,
silence dead DER spread the scene,
They moved cen for fear
At last upon the wrong right side,
He tried to mount in vain,
Some burst the buttons from their costs,
And tried to laugh again.
But soon like Romes proud son he stood.
He told them not to faltcr,
Go John cried he with trembling voice,
Hold Dapple by the halter
I'll strive to get up this side,
This ones as good as 'tother,
Sir, take hold me by this leg
Will some one call my mother,
want an arm around my waist,
Twill steer me like paddle,
While with ease can raise my foot
Dear me, Pm in the saddle.
Twas so in truth for while he spoke,
He placed him the seat.
He was reoiced-with others glad.
The rest I'll soon repeat.
The cheers that rent the feeting air
Made loud the welkin ring.
While ever and anon his voice
Was heard quite high to sing
The noise and din did not proceed,
From who lov'd the laws,
Nor was it that which great men seek,
The vulgar term applause
All no! twas more substantial still,
Both cheers and clubs felkdown,
The former served as useless toys.
The latter struck his crown.
But still like Gilpn on his horse.
He Jew before them all,
Nor did he heed his coursers fight,
Till he received fall.
Twas then he found himself at home.
Or on the eBattle field
With pants once white all faded now,
And he had lost his shield;
But still with fearful eye he told,
His sad and doleful tale;
They pitied him with tender hearts.
But could not then bewaiL
For they must on with great display
They bid him grieve no more,
He mounted like an injured man,
AZ in the days Of yore.