Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-06-04

"a AOhb
surrounded by the MANNED and suffering {
both armies, ministering 10 the wants of A
mericans as well as Mexieans with impartia
tenderness.
Speak and tell US, our Ximena, locking North
ward far away,
Ger the camp Of the invaders, Ger the Mex
can array,
Who is losing! who is winning are the
far, or come they nearl
Look abroad, and tell us, sister, whittier roll
the storm we hear.
down the hills of Augostura still the storm
Of battle rolls;
Blood is flowing, men are dying-G God hav,
mercy on their souls!"
Who is losing who is winning -" Owe
hull and over plain,
see but smoke of cannon clouding through
the mountain rain"
Holy Mother! Keep our brothers Look, XII.
mena, look once more
"Sull see the fearful w~hirlwind rolling
darkly MS before,
hearing on, In strange confusion, friend and
foeman, foot and horse.
Like some wild and troubled torrent sweep
ing down its mountain course.v
Look forth once more, Ximena ! "Ah! the
smoke has rolled away,
And see the Northern rifles cleaning down
the ranks of grey.
Hark that sudden blast of Bugles! there
the troop of Minon wheels;
There The Northern horses thunder, with the
cannon at their heels"
"Jesu, pity how it thickens. now retreat
and now advance!
Right against the blazing cannon shivers Pue-
BIAS charging lance!
Down they go, the brave young riders; horse
and foot together fall;
Like a ploughshare in its fallow, through
them ploughs the Northern ball"
Nearer came the storm and nearer, rolling fast
and frightful on:
"Speak, Ximena, speak and tell US, who has
lost and who has won."
ALAS! alas! | know not; friend and foe
together fall,
Ger the dying rush the living; pray, my sis
tiers, for them all !"
"Lo! the wind the smoke is lifting Bless
ed Mother, save my brain!
! can see the wounded crawling slowly out
from heaps of slain.
Now they stagger, blind and bleeding; now
they fall, and strive 10 rise;
Hasten, sisters, haste and save them, lest
they die before our eyes!"
"Oh my hearts love! oh my dear one. lay
thy poor head on my knee;
Dost thou know the lips that kiss thee 3
Canst thou hear me, canst thou see
Oh my husband, brave and gentle oh my
Bernal, look once more
On the blessed Cross before thee Mercy !
mercy all is o'er!"
Dry thy tears, my poor Ximena; lay thy dear
one down to rest;
Let his hands be meekly folded; lay the
Cross upon his breast;
Let his dirge be sung hereafter, and his fune-
raj masses said
To-day, thou poor bereaved one, the living
ask thy aid.
Close beside her, family moaning, fair and
young, a soldier lay,
Torn with shot and pierced with %lances, bleed
ing slow his life away;
But, as tenderly before him the lorn Ximena
knelt,
She saw the Northern eagle shining on his
pistol belt.
With a stiled cry of horror straight she turn
ed away her head,
With a sad and bitter feeling looked she back
upon her dead;
But she heard the youths low moaning and
his struggling breath of pain,
And she raised the cooling water 10 his parch-
ing lips again.
Whispered low the dying soldier, pressed her
hand, and family smiled:
Was that plying face his mothers! did she
watch beside her child
All his stranger words with meaning her wo-
mans heart supplied
With her kiss upon his forehead, Mother"
murmured he, and died!
"a bitter curse upon them, poor boy, who
led thee forth,
From some gentle, sad-eyed mother, weeping
lonely in the North !"
Spake the mourn(ul Mexic woman, as she
laid him with the dead,
And turned to soothe the living, and bind the
wounds which bled.
Look forth once more, Ximena! "Like a
cloud before the wind
Rolls the battle down the mountains, leaving
blood and death behind
All! they plead in vain for mercy; in The
dust the wounded strive;
Hide your faces, holy angels! oh, thou Christ
of God, forgive"
Sink, oh Night, among thy mountains! let
the cool, gray shadows fall;
Dying brothers, fighting demons-drop tbv
curtain over all!
Through the thickeuinp winter tyyil;obt mid
apart the battle rolled,
In its sheath the sabre rested, and the can.
mons lips grew cold.
But the noble Mexic women still their holy
task pursued,
Through that long, dark night of sorrow.
worn and faint, and lacking food
Over weak and suffering brothers with a ten
har care ihau hmm