Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1855-11-08

Raglan--The Soldier coming Home.

We inst sat at our ease and contemplated the scene
divided from us by what Bristolians politely, but
somewhat imaginatively call the river In the fore
ground slow, leaden-coored stream, ran snail-hkc
| and narrow. On it, close inshore. laya beautiful
yacht the lounging about in the various pie
turesque costumes and attitudes that gentlemensau-
ors indulge in Opposite, near the landing-quay, was
large, gaily-drcssed ship, the Morning Star, her
| decks thronged with ladies. The quay Itself was
sprnklod withmoVing groups, various III color black
white. aud red. Beyond in Il square rampant, was q
mass entirely red-the motionless lines of Horse
Guards; and beyond that again. the long vista OF
Princes street, down each side of which were Wlndows
balconies platforms alive with heads while ebove
them, innumorablo flags made two waving lines Of
bright color, vanishing into DIM perspective OitEe
left hand, down the river was tile same gaudy les
tva air for every shipwa dressed all over wh col,
ors, half-mast high; and in many parts long strings
Of flags were pended from some mast osome wharf
window on shore II might have been triumph or
festival but for the extraordinary quieness of the
multitude, aud the strange effect Of incessant minute
guns Gnd tung of the ehurchboll
| "How thick they stand Brandon Hill" said
Faith and rulytho people there were clustering like
living wall Above, the white houses OF Clifton
came out sharply against the clear sky; while gradu
ally slipping dowIwards, habtatons thickened and
thickencd Till il became the good old smoky city of
Bristol, between which, right and left, the grmy
Avon flows.
Hark louder gun, and stirring among the black
gowns, and ~hite lNeles and red uniforms scatter
ed over the quay. They coaesce In formal cluster
The black, white and gray crowd on the decks OF the
Morning Star becomes first extra lively, then stead
led into expectation. Somehow, from this and from
some vague murmurs about us, we learn that she's
coming only the ship with its cold freight Poor
old man! England cannot say that he is coming y
No bursting of checrs--no striking up of the well
| known English tune, welcome to many Conquer.
ing Hero Nothing but silent pressing forward on
shore, and the young owner of the yacht alongside
mounts the poop for q better view, looks down the
river a minute or two, then takes oil his cap, and
stands with his black curls baIe-motionless. For,
gliding up the centre Of the river, her busy paddle
wheels turning slowly, slowly, in a strange funercai
motion, that suited well her black hull and bare black
masts came the little steamer Star, which brot from
! the Caradoc, and was aboat to land on Its native
| sliore-fhe bodvi
! Nothing but that Nothing left, after Alma, Baa-
klava, Inkelman-afler the summers marches and"
winter siege-atter months of hardship, danger aud
anxiety, chroncled by those honest, simple soldier
| like dispatches, which England used to read week
after week, with true English pride, in our Con
ral,-nothing but that which you see undera small
black canopy on the aiterdeck, ranged round which,
! in ring OF sc arlct, the mourncr's stand
She steams slowly mp, the little vcssei that looksso
like bier cithers:te on her follow two long, long
lines of boats the rowcrs all i'll white shirt sleeves
black Ieckcluhs and = black band rouned the left
arm, dropping regular nuiselcss oars Nov she comes
noarer-you distinctly trace on the ueca Jlaek
outliRc-of the shape familiar enough to us all Her
steam still slackensthe boats clip out of Tie line of
procession, and gather round her The moving groups
collect in mass ON the edge of the quay you may
sec the clcrgymens iutteriRg surlces, the corpora
ton gaudy gowns and the gray or bald head OF nnor5
than one old soldier standing perfectly still. Gradu
ally every head is harcd the are simultaneously
liited-a rising forestand held alot in salutation.
Everything around is qutc silent, except the occa
sonal toll from ST. Mary Rcdclyrc Tower, the boom.
OF mnuc.gu and the faint splash of the steamer -
paddles. Now they stor-sheis close inshorci those
waiting her 70 at once on deck,
Ay, the old soldier has come home.
That return home of n hero unvictorlouB, a COM
mander not unbamod-a General fallen, worn out
after great error and chcck-hstory will remember
Us of her saddes and most touching chronicles.
| here honest findings,
cious ISLANDERS, Which he bore alike in such brave 81
lnnce-wherc were they now
An old
Ia come to lay his weary bones among you;
Give him little earth, for charity
As the body was landed one clear, prolonged melan.
choly bugc note came from over the water piercing,