Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-11-25
A WAR MEETING,
BY ARrEMUs WARD.

By AkTEMUS WARD.
Our complaint just now is war meetin's
ihey We BIN havin' 'eu bad in varis part.
Of Our cheerful Republic and nat rally we
caught them here in Baldiusvin. Thew
broke cut all over us. They'er better at.
tended the Eclipse was.
i remember how people poured into our
iown to see the Eclipse. They labored In.
70 Impression that they couldn't see it to
nome, so they came up to cur place.
cleared very handsome amount of money
oy exhIbitin' the Eclipse to 'em, in an open
TOP tent. But the crowd is bigger now
fosey County is aroused. | may say. in
deeo, that the pra-hav.ories of Injiany is
| on fire. -
Our big meetin' came off the other night.
ana our old friend of the Bugle was elect
ed cheerman
The Bugle Horn of Liberty is one If Bal.
ainssiiie's most eminent institutions.
The advertisements are well written
I and the deaths and marriages. are oond net,
sd-Nith signal nbility. The editor Mr.
Slinkers, is pollish'd skarcastic writer.
Folks 10 these ports will not soon forget
how he used up the Eagle of freedom, q
family Journal now published at Spoone-
| VILE, near here. The controversy was a,
bout plank road. THE read NAV be, as
our Contemporary says, bumbug; but our
aunt isn't humDug, and we haven't got
one-eyed sister Sal ! Wonder if the editor
OF the Eagle Of Freedom sees itP This
used up the Egle of Freedom Teller, because
his aunts head does present skin'd an
pearanee, and his sister Sarah is very much
one-eyed. For genteel home thrust Mr..
SllDker has few ekals. He is a man of
great pluck likewise. He has fierce nest
rils, and S'lieve upon my soul, that if it
WASH absolootely necessary for him to re-
main 0ere and announce every week, that
our Gov inert Is about to take vigorous
measures to put down this rebelion"-I
believe, upon my soul, this iliustrous man
would enlist as Brigadier Gin'raI, and get
his bounty.
was fixin' myself up to attend the
great war meetin' when nv daughter en-.
tered with young man who was eviieptlv
from the city, and who wore long hair, and
had wild expression into her eve. Tn
one hand he carried portfolio, and his
other now claspt bunch Of small brushes.
My daughter introduced him as Mr.. Sw.i.
bier, the distinguished Landscape painter
from Philadelphy.
lie is an artist, papa. Here is one of
his master pieces-a young mother gain
Admiralty upon her grst born" said nv
daughter, showing me real pretty picter.
done in lie. as it not beautiful, papa
lie throws so much soul into his work"
"Does he! does he ?" | said-''well I
reckon I'd better hire him to whithewash
our fence. 1t needs it. What will YOU
charge sir ?" / continued, "to throw some
soul into my fence ?"
My daughter went out Of the room in
very short meter, takin' the artist with her.
and from the emphatical manner in which
the door slam'd, | concluded she was sum-
NUT Disguised with my remarks. She
closed the door, may say, in italics. |
went into the closet and larfed ell alone
myself for over half an hour. | larfed so
vi'lently that the preserve jars ratified like
cavalry ofhsser's sword and things, which
aroused my Betsy, whu came and opened
| the door pretty student. She seized me
! by the few lonely hairs that still <llpe~9d
sadly NJ sn-my barefooted he'd salre Coz
me out Of the closet, incidentally 06sar "a
that she didn't exactly see why she should
be compelled, at her advanced stage life.
to open asylum, for sOoperanooated i'd
OTIS.
But TO return to the war meetiu'. 1t was
largely attended. The editor of the Bugle
arose aud gat up and said the fact could
no longer be disguise that we were iuvOly-
ed in war. Human gore" said he sis
tfowin." All able.bodied men should seize
a musket and march to the tented field.
repeat 1t, sir, to the tented field"
A voice-"Why don't you 20 Yourself.
you old blowhard %
Il am Unidentified, young man, with a
Arkymedirn lever, which moves the world,
said the editor, wibing HE auburn brow
with his left coat tail. II allude, Young
man, to the press. Terms two dollars a
year invaribly in advance. Job printing
executed with neatness and dispatch and
with this bust of elekauce the editor 10 tro-
duced Mr.. j. Brltus Hinkins; "who is
sufferin from an attack of College in a
naberir' place. Mr.. Uinkins said Wash
ing:on was not safe. Who can save our
national capeete2
Dan Setchell." ! said. "IIe can do il
afternoons. Let him plant his light and
airy form into the Long Bridge, make ia.
ces at the hiriin' foce, and they will skeda-
die Old Setch can do it,"
l will remark, in this connection, that
the editor of the Buge does my job print
ing.
'You," said Mr.. Hinkins "who live
away from the busy haunts Of men, do not
| comprehend the magnitood of the crisis
The busy haunts of men comprehend this
crises. We who live in the busy hants of
men hve-that is to say, we dwell, as it
were, in the busy haunts of men,"
81 really trust the gentleman will not
fail to say suthin' about the busy haunts
of men before he sits down." said [.
81 Glenn the right to express my sentis
ments here" said Mr.. Hinkins, in a slight
ly indignant tone, land shall brook no
interruption if | am Softmore."
you couldn't be more soft, my young
FRIEND" observed, wbereupon there was
cries of "Order order l'
81 regret l can't mingle in this strife
personally" said the young man.
You might inlist as liberty pole, said
l, in slvery whisper.
But" be added, 81 have a voice, and
that voice is for the war" The young man
then closed his speech with some srrikin'
and original remarks on the Star Spang-
led Banner. He was followed by the vii
lage minister, very worthy man, indeed,
but whose sermons have tendency to
make people sleep pretty industriously.
81 am willin' to inlist for one," ne said.
whats your weight, parson ?" l ask
ed,
"a hundred and sixty pounds" he an
swered.
"Well you can inlist as hundred lbs
of morphine, your dooty bein' to stand in
the hospitals after battle, and preach
while the surgical operations is beir' per-
formed Think how much you'd save the
COMMENT in morphine"
He didn't seem to see it; bat be made q
good speech, and the editor of the Bugle
rose to read the resolutions, commencin'
as follows: