The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1862-09-27

is all alive with tie Hno
while the apcetrophe % the dii
brea hes the hasgS
genuine inspiration, Whsne q -
quarry that can tell ualWhe WEots lkl
THE SUNSET on H4FftE
The shadows OF evening sre l
Twilight closes, and thin ~
sing in the valley. The
squadron yet thunders in the Z
but it presses only on the ioiled sd -
ter d foe; for this day, the light e 9vsS
And those who rode fotemGa1 81 g.
field in the morning -&hefe ere thet rusisl
On the bank Of yon little stream shNl1 I
1i-- h->,h p. AISrIiszr j.I>aei - eh6iees I.
faster than its tide bis shield q FSds, ia
his lance is broken. Soldier, 1hy Anats
est thouy The blood that wells fp0Gnia ahAAs
deep wound shall answer. M f7lf e,sse7
II was this morning, that the sun Fceg
bright upon his hopes it sets upon his !
grave. This day be led the foremost fSHk Z
of spears, that, in their long row lekelsGan
when they had crossed the fosls-deglas
| line-death shouted in the onset ItHaa
the last blow that reached him., He Ra9
conquered, though he shall not triumph
| III tue victory. '-'"A - hssHsR
Ills breastpiate is dinted HE heluoeat
has the trace of well-dealt bow& ,Thaa
scarf on his breast-she would shrink buk
to touch it now, who placed il there i42s''s
Soldiers, what will thy mistress say 2 SkUs
will say that her knight died worthily. .x1sA
Ay, rouse thee, for the fght yet ehafe11,
in the distance! Thy friends are shout
ing-thy pennon floats on hight Look
on yon crimson fields, that seems 10 naock
the purple clouds above iti--prosesuaus
they lie, drenched in their dark pOcl-tky
friends and enemies-the dead and tkpr
dying; the veteran with the stripIinK III
day; the nameless trooper and thS 49,
er Of a hundred hosts friend llnB tsthE
friends; and 6oes--linked h. sAsir. ll1s
embrace-their Krst aud iSSG-Eh1
Of death!
Far DER the field they ne, gcsi - ~ j
prey to ruin White plume and Stste
morion-snbre and aghan--crsscsDthnG
crOss--rich vest and bright cOFssleaE ~
came to the fight as We had come ~ q
Neutrality-suspicious. and glittering, eyep g,
death, each shining warrior lies ''''ss 90
His last glance still seeks that ClEsD4
tian banner! The cry that shall nsFn
be repeated cheers on its last charge. Obi
but for strength to reach the field OSc1
more-to die in the foes froRti PSAeei
dreamer! Thou host done we'll EAy
place in the close rank is filled--and ayek
another waits for his who holds il. .,.lst
Knight! hast thou yeta thought--bfpd
it on Hcavenl The past Is gone he
future lies before thee. Gaze on theE
geous sky-thy home should lie beydadt
Life-home-love they pass % Him
that gave them. Pride-that came Sa
like oceans bilows-see, round thee how
it lies mute and passive The wealsAy
here are poor; the bigh-b0rH haSesa -
precedence; the strong are powNlss4
the mean, content; the fair and lovely
have no followers.
Soldier she who sped thes a. tk4
course to-day, her blae eyes shall sssk
thee in the conquering ranks to-morFoNs
but they shall seek thee in vAini Welt
thus it is, thou shouldst have died It'll
all to live for. Wouldst thou be US ~
have thy death blessing9 PrOudl6e&i
shall mourn for thee. Bright eyesna1n
weep for thee. They that iivef enyf tess
Death glory takes out thy sting. -
The shades Of night are drawing Ut4
Soldier, thine eyes are darkening. sAilnsG
rim of the sun lies yet upon the distanE
: hiM-even as he sinks, thy soul shall fnl-'
low him!
) See how thy steed leads beside thee.
His dark eye falls mildly on his master,
and-he pauScs. Poor wretch khinH IN
stinct sees some wrong, yet knows itaaG-
Browse on: and Hcaven-which guards
its meancst creatures-scnd thee Kind
protector esssz
~~ Warrior! ay-the stream Of ttis1t-g
flows cool but. thy-li no m0fA shall
taste it. The moonlight that silyeEs its
white foam shall glitter on thy reorsslets
when thine eye is closed and dim.
Lo! now the night is coming; tAtfe
is gathering on the hill the Sbt sAea1D
forth to seek his quarry and tha eN,T
owl sweeps whirling by. reioicinR IA tlw
stiffness. o soldier-hOw sweetly nov
sounds the lady's lute-how fragrant afW
the dew-sprinkled bowers that twtMtt
around the easement from which oli1 lsannE
That lutte shall enchant thes--thoso 0b@s
ers shall delight thee-nO more -
One other chargel Soldier, MwAy hSe
be. To thy saint and thy lady c6milsiiH
thee! Hark TO the low trumpet tSKH
sounds the recall! Hark to its f6ke A0ist
sweet is that sound to the ear 6f tng
spent and routed foe! sf ise-7..5y,-------
The victor hears it not. When The
breath rose-that blew that note, u lived
its peal has rung, and his spirit hassd6-
parted. -. .,.t,stsan.
Heath thou saouldst be . soldieFS
pillow. Moon! let thy cold IIgEt thiE
night fall upon him. But, uioI1l szs
thy soft dews shall tempt him nSekth6
soldier wakes no more! He sleeea q ~
sleep of honor. His cause was his ;penits;
try's freedom and her faith. He d dsadk
The cross Of the Christian knight 3 "a
his breast his lips are pressed to his ~
dy's token! Soldier, FAREWELL ~ 9iraa