The morning comet. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1856-1856, 1856-11-29
MILITARY MEN AND MEASURES.

to live through q series Of years, escap-
ing pestilence, famine and the sword,
to enjoy the sunshine of the present
meredian-ca citizen who yet re-
tains his faculties clear-undimed by
age to look back at our early history
before Red Stick got to be a place and
put on the fashionable and stiffened
garments of a city-we say each and
every one of such, must lament with
us, the sad change, advancing time has
made, in our martial spirit and mill
tary aspect. It will be remembered
by such, that in the early day before
we spread out in our suburbs, the town
could boast of two well appointed mill
tary companies the Chasseurs and
Guards. The former corpse, a frey
and impetuous body that marched furi-
ously down Lafayette street, in cloud
Of dust every Sunday morning, to re-
new the assault on old Michael's coffee
house, at the corner of Laurel and La
fayette. 1t will be remembered by
such minds, as are yet alive to brilliant
pictures Of "glory;' how martialIy !;
like men used to it, "the Band" pre-
ceeded the company, fronted by our
portly friend and fellow-citized John
the Butcher on the big drum and
followed by sax horns, serpents, from
bones, haut-boys, snakes etc, making
music echoed from the towns end,
and making the bristles on its back to
stand out with visions of prospective
glory. This will ever be remembered.
How they renewed the assault week
after week, and month after month, on
Old Michael's breast work of ocean
ters and black bottles and how they
keeled over and surrendered at discre-
ton, after getting several bricks in
their background arms and give up
under spiritual inanences--all this
must be remembered until the marshal
of the day.. at Judgment time" shall
call on the" Band Master" to play
number seven" to arouse the sleep
ers, that they may receive what's com
ing to them for fighting a good battle.
"The Guardsr What a smell of
gun-rowder hangs about the very
name! Can you remember Sir, when
they charged on - but never mind
that; let it sleep. The scene Of their
early victories has melted away into
smoke and ashes; their bruised arms
hung up for monuments" have rusted
nothing tangible 1--WE know Of |
is now left, to tell "tbey once were,"
but notification fantailed grey coat,
worn by hero. whose immortal name
and fame has not yet got into the cal
endar. Yes, there IS one other relic
left; the big drum in possession of
our fellow. citizen, Tom r. Walters
but it has had many new heads in it
since the early day. However, this is
not the point of our argument why is
it, that in corporation Of so many
tall fellows as Red Stick now boasts of,
we cannot have one Military Com
pany? There is an absolute necessity
now, for something of this kind. This
is the cupital. If we have not the
soul of the State in keeping, we have
its heart, which is the treasury of its
life. To arms young gents to arms
Let US tell you something privately in
reference to this matter. When or
ganized, you can have "Grand Militia
ry and Civic Balls" Do you not know
how the hearts of the fair melt at the
sight Of regimentals ? Think of this,
and think of the prospect of dane
ing fashionable Schotisches with the