The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1861-10-09
I. THE RATTLE OF MANASSAS"


Ss ssss;ss 49,. 49,
THE BATTLE OF MANASSAS"
We publish to-day poem 81 uncommon beauty, in
commemcration Of the glorious victory at Manassas,
and in praise 81 the heroes who won it Il i. highly
cedtabe both to the genius and the patriotism Of the
fair daughter Of the South, to whose pen we are in.
debed for it and i,s flowing numbers and spirited de-
scrpons and noble sentiments will wake up The syn,
pathiss Of every reader. Richmond Enquirer.
lar KRIS CLARKE, wHs OF COZ. cIARKE, lara REsi.
NEWT, NORTH cARoLIsAl
Dedicated 10 Gen. Besurgard c. s A.
Nov glory to the Lord Of Hosts" oh, bless and
praise His nsme,
That he hath bstiled in our cause, and brought our
foes 10 shane;
And honor to our Besuregard, who conquered in His
might
fight
oh lie, thankful prayers ascend, our joyous praise
resound,
For God--the God Of victory, our untried Gag hath
crownedi
They brought mighty army, to crush US with blow,
Aud 10 'heir pride they laughed scorn the men they
did not know;
Fair women came 10 triumph, with the heroes Of the
day,
When the boastng Southern rebels, should be scat.
lered in dismay.
And for their eOnqusring Generals, srdly fess. they
spread
But the wine in which we pledged them, vas all Of
ruby red
The feast was like Belshausr's-in terror and dismsy
Before our conqueng heroes their Generals ran away
God had weighed them in The balance and his hand
upon the wall.
TO their fall.
But they would not heed the warning, and scofed in
unbelief,
TIN their scOrn was changed to waiing, and their
Laughter into gnef,
All day the fght vas raging. and amid the lannon's
Rang de cracking Of our rifles and the clashng Of our
Steel;
But above the din Of battle our shout Of triumph rose
Az charged upon their batteries and turned them
on eur foes.
We said no. for ouIaen and we thought not Of our
dead.
Un,il the day was ours and the routed foe had fed
Bat once our spirits fsltsred-Bee and Barlow both
were down,
And gsllan, Col Hampton lay wounded on the
ground;
But Beaurgsrs, GOd.bIe.s him led the legion in hi.
stead,
And Johnston seizsd.t eOOrs, and waved them Ger
bis headl
Zen coward must have followed when such heroes
led the way;
And no bastard blood was flowing in Southern veins
that day.
Bot every arm vas strengthened, and every hean WAS
stirred,
When shouts of Davis. Davis = along our lines were
heard.
AZ he rode INTO the bsue The joyful news few FASH
And the dying raised their voices and eheered him
he passed.
o. with saeh soriOus leaders in Cabinet and Field
The gsllsns sOushsr ehissly will de- but yield
Bot from Ii. wings of victory the shafts Of death
she'd.
And our pride is dashed with sorrow when We eouni
our nSble dead;
Though in oGr hearts they're lisng-sna to our son,
wen tel
How tIodousy our Fisher and or gallant Johnson
fell;
And he name q each vel cherish ss an honor % h,
stsie,
Ard ,s.eh our boysto envy, and, need Be-, n.et then
fsie.
Then giog % The Lord Of HOsu.' Oh bIss.: and
prsiss Hs name,
For he hsh bsled in or cause and brOugh, our Zoe.
70 shame.
And honor % oar BesurssaId who conquered 10 HI,
might,
And lOr our shiIarsns children won, nsnssss bloody
Eghf.
Oh l., our grateful Ptsysn ascend, our iOyou. praise
repgBd,
FalCoa. ths God 81 victory, our unuisd Gag bath
cFowned! TEsELIa.
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A FRENCH STORY.
Lefort was a man some forty years old,
with an income Of fifteen thousand francs.
f1nd q pictures. aad painting landscapes