Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1861-12-20
Fremont Journal.
Fsom the Louisville Journal.
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by the beech and hickory FIRE
Grandpa Nathan sat at night
With details Of marching armies,
And the nows OF many fight
When he laid aside the paper,
Though its contents he had told
He was piled with many questions
By the young and by the old
1ts a war the most internal,
(Grandpa Nathan made reply,)
But the legions Of the Union
Soon will crush il out OF die
II only had the yigor
OF just twenty years ago,
How I'd leap into my saddle
How I'd fly to meet the foe
Mamie Hardin, dearest daughter,
There's a spirit now abroad
That's akin to whatsoever
Is at enmity with God.
II has wrought upon portion
OF the people of our land,
Till they almost think they re honest
In the treason they have planned.
II has struck the sea with Tapine,
II has tinged its shore with blood,
And it rolls and surges inland
Like desolating flood.
II has rent the nearest kindred
Zen the mother and the son;
But. as Gods a God Of Justice,
It'se career will soon be run.
There's camp in wickliffu's meadow;
Less than eighteen miles away
John, at your age l could make it
Twice twixt now and break of day:
Fill your buggy up with baskets,
Fill each basket TO the brim,
Sweep the pantry Of its choicest,
Till tha shaIvoo ara laon anil aim.
Take a Jug or two Of apple,
For these chill November damps
OF benumb the weary sentries
As they guard the sleeping camps;
Drive the get of old Sarpedon--
For the glory Of his sires,
lie will make the camp Of Wickliffe
Ere they stir the morning fires,
Tell the soldier Of Kentucky,
And the soldier from abroad
Who has come TO fight the battle
OF his country aud his Cod
Tell them one who on the Wabash
Fought with Daviess when he fell,
Aud who bled at Neigs, where Dudley
Met the painted hosts of hell
Ono who fought with Hart at Raisin,
And with johnson on the Thames,
And with Jackson at New Orleans,
Where we won immortal names;
Sends them from his chimney corner
Such fair greetings as he may,
With few small creature comforts
For this drear November day.
Tell them he has watched this quarrel
From its outbreak until now;
And with hand upon his heart beat,
And Gods light upon his brow,
BE invokes their truest manhood,
The full prowess of their youth
In this battle of the Nation
For the right and for the truth.
Tell them one whose years are sinking
To the quiet of the grave,
Thus enioins each valiant spirit
That would seorn to be a slave
"By the toll and blood your fathers
In the cause of freedom spent,
BY the memory of your mothers
And the noble aid they lent
By the blessings God has showered
On the right of the free,
Give to Heaven a reverent spirit,
Bend TO Heaven a willing knee;
And in silence, mid the pauses
Of the hymn and of the prayer,
To the God of Hosts appealing,
BY the God of Battles swear
Swear to rally round the standard
With our nation that was born,
With its stars of worldwide glory,
And its stripes that none may scorn
Swear to fight the fight forced on US,
While an armed foe stirs abroad
Swear to fight the fight of Freedom,
OF the Union, and Of God l'
All he drives the young Sarpedon--
Drives the son of glorious sires,
And he'll make the camp at Wickliffe's
Ere they build the morning fires.
Do you know, child, / am prouder
Of the spiritof your boy,
Than of any other grandson
That e'er brought his mother joy
And SO now, good Mamie Hardin,
For the night you'd best retire;
As for me, my child, I'm wakeful,
And I'll still sit by the fire.
Oh, my soul is in the battles $3.50 N
OF the Wabash and the Thames, ,- Cd
Where the prowess Of Kentucky
Won inperishable names
must see the camp at Wickliffes-
Mamie, you as well go;
must mihgle with the soldiers
III Who have come to meet our foe;
must talk to them of battles
BY the ranks of freedom won;
And by acts of valor ventured, ~
And Of deeds of daring done.
All, III take them to the rampaFts
Where their fathers fought of old,
T-For my spirit now surveys them
AS chart that is unrolled-- r
And / II show them in the mirror
. OF the clouds and of the skies,
Where the hosts of glory marshal,
And the flag of glory flies.
Take blanket, dear, from Efie,
And comfort here and there,
And from my good bed and wardrobe
Strip whatever ! can spare. fr..
Hunt the house from top to bottom,
~ And let all the neighbors know
What they need, the men who shield them
From the fury Of the foe, ,
Be up early in the morning,
Ask for all what they win send
To the camp in Wickliffe's meadow,
Where each soldier is friend.
'Twere a sin, whilst there is plenty, y,
Let us never feel the taunt)
Phat the Legions of the Union,
Braving danger, were in want.
Write at once TO Hatty Shelby -.
And-for both Of them are there
Send line to Alice Dudley,
And word to Ruth Adair;
Then Tomorrow write to DorcaS .ss
And anon TO Mollie Todd, IN, -- .,s
Say they've work now for their country,
q For their freedom and their God;
And If only half the spirit iUsli l1se
That their mother had is theirs,
Therell be rapid work With needles,
And sharp rummaging up stairs.
On, it stirs The blood Of seventy,
i WheresOeEer it survives a1
, Just to touch the chain Of memory q.
Of the old Kentucky wivesl i,
In day or tvo--at farthest
When the present rain is done
You and VIII take the carriage, II
With the rising Of the sun,
Aud we1l spend day OF longer
v Witht the soldiersin their camps,
Z Taking stores that best may shield them
(. Fsom the chill November damps, i h,
OIL III cheer them on to battle
And IN stir each lofty soul.