Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1862-09-20

Which told of Pea Ridge and Elkhorn.
The news from there Is easily told,
And in your camp perhaps is old.
Our cavalry some days ago,
Dashed boldly down on Neoshoe;
That trip their sabres didn't rust,
For thirty rebels ''bit the dust"
One hundred horses, ninety men,
Shot-guns to hell and back again,
And other goods made for secession,
Surrendered to him at discretion.
p. S.-My voice again is clear and high.
No more tonight.
Yonr friend,
GOODBYE.
Isn't that model of letter with a ven
geance, and all the rest OF the family thrown
in?
Benton has been appointed Brigadier Gen
eral. Col. Pattison Is commander OF the post
at Batesville. The Eighteenth are Provost
Guard. Time rolls on the same every day.
The only men who kill Time on scientific
principles are the Suffers. They are sport
inc in their natural element. Taking the SOL
diers' surplus five dollar bills, and handing
him in return certain "black bottles" which
they confdentially inform him contain the
quintessence of "Biue Ruin p
an unpoetical, but truly expressive term for
the contents of those same bottles. But here
is Diary of day. After reading this,
You can form any amount of conjectures
which the fertility of your imagination may
suggest.
REvEILLE.
Wake, soldier, wake, it is dawn. "ReUeihe."
Hear the drummer waking his matin lay free,
And the trumpet rings merrily on the hill side,
a proud note of power, defiance, and pride
Fall in, fall in the stern command
Calls each from dreamers spirit land,
With many curse on drum and fife,
Those two grim tyrants of his life.
Their sounds, at last, in echoes die,
The roll is called and each reply.
There rings firm and manly here,
That voice is one unknown to fear.
Another hembles at the sound
OF his own voice. and looks around
As if he feared his treacherous eye
Would give his trembling tongue "the he"
The absentees are noted down,
For extra guard in camp or town.
Some 10 the stream in silence steal.
While others cook their morning meal.
GUARD MOUNT.
The band strikes up lively air,
Details for guard at once prepare,
And march away to guard the town,
And keep the rampant darkies down.
Keep Suffers from their pious task
OF selling whisky by the flask,
Or dealing out the yenomed potion,
In quantities to suit your notion.
SICK LIST.
'Tis nine O'Clock, the sick call sounds,
Sick, lame. and lazy gather round;
They come TO meet their just rewards,
For drinking whisky playing cards,
And other more nocturnal paStime,
('Tis rather hard To make the last rhyme).
But here they'll meet their just deserts,
For what they choose not TO avert:
Their doom is powder, knife, or pill,
Twill sometimes cure, and sometimes Kill!
Keep on my God JorsakR' friend,
And SO will /, you may depend.
RAMBLE.
Dear reader, let me be So bold.
As To request a pleasant STROLL
Where lucky gamblers congregatc,
Discuss champagne and hold debate;
And members of the Southern bar
Hold forth on politics and war
But here we find ourselves before,
What in past times has been store,
Step'd DER the bounds of all discretion.
And ruined this once sunny land;
But here, we're at n Suffers stand
You'd scarcely think him a disgrace.
With that sweet smile upon his face;
But watch him half an hour or so.
And then all prejudice forego,
And say-IS he an institution
Destined TO meet Just retribution
At our hands But see that coat,
There stands man who steals by note;
His countenance wears a quiet sneer,
He takes the coat and disappears.
Nor stops to ask the price or cost,
But leaves. Well, there's ten dollars lost
That's what the boys call keeping square,
And by that name of course it's fair.
But LET us leave the swindler's den,
And wander back TO camp again.
\ darkey. with a basket. cries,
"Gemmen, dis way for cakes and pies"
And here, by way of illustration,
They need no second invitation,
But help themselves to pies and cakes,
The darkey TO red ruin wakes;
Dispair is tugging at his heart-strings,
His pies and he and are swiftly parting.
Well, lei them part, since part they must,
know It's hard and scarcely just.
EVENING.
Thus passes life. Day after day,
From early dawn to evening gray,
The trumpet sounds his vesper shrill
Night rests again on vale and hill,
And folds the wide world TO her breast,
Where weary spirits calmly rest.
And so pissed time at Batesville. Nothing
of importance transpired until the 14th o
June. when Gel. Pattison resigned. He wa
a venerable old man, and possessed natura
control over the wild spirits who composed
his regiment, treating them more Ike father
than commander. If he had any enemies
do not know them.
The parting scene was very affecting, anC
few Of the Eighteenth viii ever forget it.
can not describe it better than by giving
rough sketch which wrote at the time. Th,
Eighteenth was paraded, under arms, in from
of his quarters, formed close column by divi
sions. Addresses were read by several Off
GERS of the Eighteenth. He replied with 4
voice choked by emotion; begged the men Il
be faithful 10 the officer who succeeded HIM
and assured them that he would not forge
gallant Eighteenth IN old Indiana
col. rArrIsox's FAREWELL.