Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-04-18
For the Pomeroy Weekly Telegraph.
"Our Brothers are in the
Fie1do

ioy and mirth, as was its wont to visit !,
US, for it called our brothers into the 7
camp field. From the East, from the
West, from the roaring waters OF the ,
great lakes to the wide boundary of the r
u.iqhty ocean, "Uncle Sans trumpet
voice was heard marshalling his brave $
sons to secure his bright stars which vile q
rebellion fain would han.ple IN the dust
And the States came forward in their
pride and in their might. The farmer
left his plough in the furrow-the mer-
chant his counting house, and brothers,
beloued and cherished, left their peaceful
homes, and with Freedoms s faithful host,
hurried to the scene of war. Our home
circles are broken now; there are vacant
seats around our fresides-whilc many
are left desolate, indeed-fathers have
left their wives and families to eat the
bread of charity. Mothers, with their
dearest blessings, have given up the
last one of their noble sons. Sweet
hearts, with patriotic souls, looking out
from their sire aiming eyes, have wished
their true hearted lovers "God speed"
as they said, farewelll So, those we
] love, the dearest and the best, have gone,
and we know not whether to return to
our sides At FIRST we felt we could not
see them go-couM not give them up
but our hearts spoke better things, and
with true love for our country, we
gave them up in its time Of greatest need
and with many fervent "God bless
. youn on our lips, we buckeled on their
armor, received the parting kiss, the
last embrace, and they were gone.
Still our pure love for them will
never change. We will only love them
the more, that they loved their country
so, and have gone forth to the battle
: field to protect our homes and preserve
for US our blessed liberty. "But the
dream is over" "The last link is broken,
:. and we are in the uery midst Of war; y
:, The young, the old, the rich, and the
poor are all ''swiftly forming in the
:. ranks of war; Go where you will, ucar
is the "sign of the times and every
body you meet is dressed in soldier S
clothes, and you can count the Gene
- rals, and Colonels, and Captains by the
5 hundred, and the man who cannot
boast of some military erploh is far be
j. hind the times. We must confess we are
almost tired of the eternal din Of war
we see war! hear war! eat war! and whel
we "seek tired natures sweet restorer,
:, our dreams are constantly disturbed b.
a the sclank of arms, the roll Of drums
:, and the heavy tread of the marching sol
, diers.
r. But ours is no cause for complaint
rt rather let us bless our comfortable home
h and warm fresides-and as our brothers
be 6raue and true, are in the cherries
tn .stented field" we will send after ther
at our fervent prayer that the good fathe
its will deal gently with them, and whe
thew shall have crowned them with th
he bright laurels of victory, bring the'
,e back to US as good and pure as whe
n they first girded on the soldiers armo
its They have sacrificed home, friends, an
ot all, and marched without food, wear
in and foot sore, to the wild mountains
on Virginia or the dark forests OF Mi
ev souri,, where, lying on the cold groun
me around their solitary camp-fires, Wi
en naught for shelter save the clouds abo'
,se them, dreaming of loved ones ther
The while the piti!ess storm drenches the
,ed to the skin. Or, on some solitary nag
tho ,oatch, how wearily pass the hours
tbo the long dark night-oaiting-aeatchi
j., 80 for the foe-then, as he continues
ITO silent marches through the gloom, ne
;.,s his heart turns to other times and 9th
- scenes than these; when he was ''nestt
,s under the protecting i0ing Of has ch'tdho
tho Aonae," where he felt SO safe during
alv the bright days of his boyhood. Th
see him amid the heat and tumult OF
out bloody battle-with what heroic z
ind does he contend with the enemy
and lass it falls before him, and as the boo
ppy ing of cannons, and bursting of she
liv- dies away in the distance, he is 9o'
has from the field by his comrades cove
nti with wounds, bleeding and pale tr
ltly, the loss OF blood.
!, is Brave fellow! he has just strength
see say-"How sweet to die for nay co
sfne try" and then sinks into that d
i'll, sleep "which knows no waking. L
is what our beloved brothers end
t, in for .the sake of the dear old Union,
S. true hearted americans so tondty lo'
!. di And they will still fight on till freedo
his flag shall be raised on high; proudly
the triumphantly thrown to the breez'
cite And we look forward to the day, not
/ ac- distant, "when the bright angel OF p'
n the will once more hover ever our hills
edge, yazleys, and we shall again see the 5
yence and Stripes waving over all. Then
lack, the "tears of love silently fall, ant
ience cheerfully bear the burden of abse
aood we will longingy pray for our II
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