Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-06-07
upIroRIAL INKLINGs,

"A singular Americanism has recently
come to light in relation to our soldiers dying,
without groan, in battle. It is said that they
never shrek aloud when wounded. This is like
the Indians, and unlike our English brethren
across the Atlantic. The story and supposed
reasons are told thus:
"At a meeting of the New-York Historical So
ciety, DR.. Bacon stated as singular fact worthy
of attention, that Americans never groan when
wounded in battle. Major General Gaines told
him this, and said that he had heard so from
General Stark and other generals of the reVolu-
ton. They always knew, when there were
screams and groans after volley, that the Brit
ish had the worst oft. He desired to have this
put in print he thought the same power Of en-
during pain without any external manifestation
which existed in the eborigines, had descended
to their successors in the country. 1t seemed to
be the result of climate. 1t e1istedin all Ameri-
cans, even if they were Irishmen, and migrated
to this country when they were but two years
old.'
- The annexed poem is taken from volume
recently published by Mason Brothers Of New
York; the production of DR.. William H. Holcombe,
of Virginia. Everybody at all familiar with the
workings Of our peculiar institution will feel
its touching pathos and beauty ss we'll as truth
fulness. Suppose "uncle Jerry" an old family
negro, laboring under the impression that his
young massa' is going to sell him to the trader
present; then read
| .. UNCLE JERRY.
Ill kl. oln1 o,,5
fear? =
Here's your bi.tsrs, man why, do you cry?
Who told you I'd sell you? the trader that's
By zounds, sir! he told you lie!
When sell the gold ring from my dead mother
hand,
Or the sword which my grandfather bore,
When at Guilford his troopers made such bolt
| stand,
I will sell you-and not before! .-.
Why don't you remember my face as boys,
When often sat on your knee,
Whilst you sang, in your rugged, monotonous
voice,
Your foolish old ballads to me?
wept at your sad ones, and laughed at you,
gay,
All! when forget my life's happiest day,
l will sell you-and not before
You made me the boat which launched on the
tide,
And my traps for the birds in the snow;
You led my bay pony, and taught me to ride,
And half the good things which know.
You wept like child when they sent me t
school,
To be absent six months or more;
When you ore villain, or am q fool,
will sell you-and not before
If poverty's cup am sentenced to drain,
will part with you-last of them all;
Your kindness, Old Jerry would double my pain
And your sorrows embtter my fall.
If fate or misfortune should cause us to part,
There's God will unite US once more;
So drink my good health and console your old
| heart,
And love me and serve, as before.
- The New York Times thus sums up "tht
news of the day" at the Capital:
"The Homestead bill, as amended by the
House. was called up in the Senate, when, OF
motion of Mr.. johnson, of Arkansas, the amend
ments were not concurred with. The Pacific
Telegraph bill and the Post-ofice Deficiency bill
were successfully and briefly considered, when
Mr. Slidell, of Louisiana, was permitted to make
an explanation of his connection with the Hou-
mas Land Claims. Mr.. Benjamin followed with
detailed statement of the same subject, in sup.
port of Mr.. Slidell, and was encountered by Mr..
Toombs, who contended that the lands now