The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1854-08-02
from the chsrieston News
r HE BALLAD OF OLD HICkOkIEi
IN. ry,r rxcrsD or NEW onxRANs.


on, THE L1c.sD or NEW onLHANs.
oh dreary and cold was she cullen night,
When the bands Of Old England, famous In fight,
Drew near, in the pride OF their martial might
And the pomp Of their ocean chivalriei
Never they iear'd the u,esers array,
OF the hunter tribes that stood In their way.
Lie the snake In his coil or the wolf At bay,
On the mighty banks Of the Mechacebe 8
They came ~ confident martial race,
Bold In their strength, and lofty Of place,
Never once dreaming of dread disgrace
AZ the hands Of that rustic infantrte!
And they sang a. they came, proud incident song,
OF Beauty and Booty. the triumph Of Wrong,
Such ~ OF yore, made them daring and strong,
In their progress Of lust over land and sea!
Great were the Captains that led them on.
Famous 10 fields where crowns were won,
And trained by the genius of Wellington,
To pluck from the Fates the red yictoriel
Oh, glorious then was the grand array
OF shining steel and Of plumage gay,
While the martial instruments ever more play,
With blare of the Saracen ministrelsie'
There were thousands on thousands, doughty and
tall
In solid phalanx, with regular tall,
OF timed steps, as they one and all,
Strobe over the banks OF the Mechacebet
Their mighty squadrons of shipping came,
Ready to belch In bolt and tame,
Their vengeance and haste on the fair cite
And the cannon roar'd the approaching war,
As the lion roars hiscoming afar
Shaking the nations with terrible jar,
And making their timid tribes 10 flee!
And the plains, they shook with the mighty tread,
And over their march hung cloud of red,
And under their iron feet, dying or dead,
Shrunk the green children of industrte!
Oh that mighty Host, what power shall stand.
So terribly arm'd, with such great command
Where is the arm, in this forest land,
TO brave them, and make them backward feei
What groups of rustic race are these,
From the piney woods, from the prairie seas,
With nothing of pomp to appeal or please,
And none OF the banners of chivalrie
How shall their simple weapons tell,
In the conflict fierce with a foe 50 feHs
And whose is the name of might to spell,
TIL their courage shall mount like raging sea
Oh! simple and few are that forest race,
But well they know how the foe to face;-
They have grappled the panther In wild embrace,
And torn off his hidein his agonie!
And they follow chief, whose eaglelook
The eye OF a master could never brook,
Whose soul with no feeling Of fear ever shook, -
And they lovingly call him old Hickorie
As potent in season ofpeace as fight;
IT only needs he should wave it In sight,
To win, or to conquer, the victory!
oh /! Packenham boasts ofa mighty name;
But let him beware lest he come to shame
When he meets with that eye of an Eagle flame,
And feels that staff of old Hickorie
But the pride of Britain will never hear,
ILL the danger rings on the heart as ear 80
lis the irving bolt that must make her fear,
III bara mol tot
And her hosts stride on In their grand array,
While her martial bands of her conqnests play,
Of the beauty and booty, the fruits Of the fray,
That make the charms of her victorie! 81
Aud they heed but little that rustic band,
That silently gathers to guard the land,
Or the eye of that Lord of the Dread Command,
With his knotted staff of Old Hickoriel
How, with souls of strength, and with hearts of
hate
Like tigers in jungle, they watch and wait,
Ready to spring, with their talons of fate,
To grapple with England's chivalrie
Oh! the gallant hearts that are beating high;
Elate with the rapturous battles cry;
The night shall see them all stifening lie,
With never the spirit to fight or flee!
Short grows the terrible space between,
And the ranks rush on to the fearful scene
and with lips close set and deadly mien, 81
They leap to the bath of blood fearlessly!
And the cannon roars, and the column sinks-
The stream of the Mechacebe drinks
The purple torrent-its turbid Drinks r..
From the curdling rivers of carnage lee,
But ever the Briten presses on,
For the veteran troops of Duke Wellington,
Trained in the struggle where crowns were won,
mustpersh or pluck the red victoriel
And the column it springs, where the column
fa1ls--
AID e ,,;xL 81,
And rising In stirrup brave Rackenham calls;
ITO the conquest, my merry men, follow mel"
And even as he rushes to reach the prize,
The forest chief opens his eagle eyes,
And he bids his young wolves from the iunkle rise
And he throws up his staff of old hickorie!
Oh!terrible then was the sudden shout
That rang at the waving, the field throughout.
And horrid the clash of that battlefront
That followed the glance of his eagle ee!
And Packenham drinks of the gore and the sand.
And the thousands beside, of his gallant band.
Lie stretched in death, and the wave of that L.ra
That bore the staff of Old Hickorie! ''
The soldiers Of Wellington strew the plair,-
They rally their broken hosts in vain:
And the wounded howl, while over the slain
The terrified fugitives tramp and flee!
But for ages long shall the people tell.
OF him that so welded the powerful spell
That hickorie staff, and the stroke so fell
That he gave by the waters of Mechacebe,
And ever, should other foes arise,
Then the people shall warm with old memories
OF that mighty staff, and those eagle ewes.
And the fearless soul of Old Hickorie!
TINSLEY, TARDY g. CO., successors
Il to Tinsley Bryant, corner Cary and 18th At.
Richmond, Va are now receiving a large and well
assorted stock OF Groceries recently purchased for
cash which they are disposed to sell upon favorable
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