The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1862-01-09
GRANDPA NATHAN.

The following stanIoSs lVom OUe vi Wv
best pleis. will make ten thousand boso
/, and swell with enthusiastic patriotism
GRANDPA NATHAN.
;crFulLy INSCRIBED TO GEN. LESLIE CON
By the beech and hickory fire.
Grandpa Nathan sat at night.
With details Of marching armies,
And tue news Of many fight.
When he laid aside the paper,
Though its contents he had I'D,
lie was piled with many questions,
by the young and by the. old.
It's war the most internal
(Grandpa Nathan ma lc rcrlyD
sBut the IcCions Of The Union
Soon viii crush il out or die
IL l only had the vigor
or just twenty years ago.
How Id leap into my saddle
How Id fly ~ meet the foe
Mamie Hardin, dearest daughter,
There's spirit now abroad,
That's akin t0 whatsoever
Is at enmity with ttId.
II has wrought upon portion
OF The people of the hn',
Till they almost think they're hon,st
In the treason they have planned.
II has struck the sea with rdpiu',
IL has tnged its shores with blood,
And il rolls an ! surgcs iuland,
Like u dcsolatng il,ul.
II has rent the nearest kmdrc /
Fen the mother and ths son;
But, rs Gods u God Of Justice,
1f.g g.pp,r ,sill a,pt, lao ram
There's camp in WickliIt's meadow,
Less than eighteen miles away
John, at your age. ! could mnka il
Twice 'twixt now and break Ol day
Fill your buggy up with baskets,
Fill each basket to ihc brim;
Sweep the pantry Of lis choicest,
Till the shelves are lean and slim
Take a jug or two of apple.
For these chill November damps
or bsnumb the weary scntrics,
As they guard the sl,cring camps;
Drive the get OF old S1rpc,lon-
For tho glory of his slrcs--
lie will make the camp ut Wicklillt's
Ere they stir the morning lir's.
Toll the soldier Of Kentucky,
And the soldier from abrolh,
Who hps come to fight the battle
OF his country and his Hod---
Tell them. one who, ON the Wabash,
Fought with Davicss when he fell,
And who blcd ut Meigs, where Dudley
Met the painted hosts Of hell
One who fought with Hart rs Risin,
And with johnson ON The Thames,
Aud with Jackson at Now Orleans,
Where we won immortal names
Sends them from his chimney corner
Such fair greeting as ho may,
With few small creature comforts
For this drear November day.
Tell them, he has watched this quarrel,
From its outbreak until now,
And, with hand upon his heart beat,
And Gods light upon his brow,
He invokes their trucst manhood,
The full prowess of their youth,
In this battle of The Nation,
For the right and for the truth.
Tell them, one whose years are sinking
To the quiet of the grave,
Thus cnioins each valiant spirit,
That would scorn tn he Il slave:
BY the toll and blood your fathers,
In the cause Of Freedom, spent,
BY the memory of your mothers
And the noble aid they lent
BY the blessings God has showcr,d
On this birthright Of the free,
Give to Heaven rcNcrtnt spirit,
Bend TO Heaven willing knee,
And in silence, mid thl pauscs
OF the hymn and Of the PRAYER,
To the God of Hosts appealing,
BY the God of Battles swear
Su.,,at. a., r,llt- 't,nnI tl,, 5ta,,In,l
With our nation TINT was born,
With its stars Of worldwide glory.
And its stripes that none may scorn
Swear to fight the fight forced IN us,
While an armed foe stirs abroad
Swear to fight the fight Of Freedom,
OF the Union, and of God
All, he drives the young Sarpcdon--
Drives the son Of glorious sircS--
Aud he'll make the camp at Wickliilt's
Ere they build the morning fires.
Do vou know, child, ! nm proudcr
OF the spirit of your boy,
Than of any other grandson
That e'cr brought his mother iuyP
And so now, good Mamie Hardin.
For the nightyoud best retire:
As for me, my child, l'm wakcful,
And I'll still sit by the fire,
Oh, my soul is in the battles
OF the Wabash and the rhumcs,
Whore the prowcss of Kentucky
Won imperishablc names
j must see the camp at WickliHn's
Mamie, you as well can go;
must mingle with the soldiers,
Who have come 20 meet 'ur foe;
i must talk 10 them of battles,
BY the ranks of freedom won,
And of acts of valor venturcd,
And Of deeds of daring done.
Oh, I'll take them Ia the ramparts,
Where their fathers fought Of old
For my spirit now surveys them,
AS chart that is unroll'd-
And I'll show them in the mirror
OF the clouds and of the skies.
Where the hosts of glory marshal
And the flag of glory ili,s.
Take blanket, dear. from EAic,
And comfort here and there,
And from my good bed and wardrobe
Strip whatever can spare.
Hunt the house from top to bottom;
And let all the ncighbors know
What they need, the men who shield them
From the fury Of the foe.
BE up early in the morning;
Ask of all what they will send
To the camp in Wicklinc's meadow,
Where each soldier is friend
'Twero sin, whilst there Is plenty,
Let us never feel the taunt! y
That the Legions Of the Union,
Drawing danger, were in want.
Write at once to Hatty Shelby,
And--for both of them are thcr---
Send line 10 Alice Dudley,
Aud Il word for Ruth Adair;
Then tomorrow write to Dorcas,
And anon to Mollic Todd;
Say they've work now for their country,
For their freedom and their God;
And II only half the spirit
That their mothers had is theirs,
Therell be rapid work with needles,
And sharp rummaging up stairs.
Oh, u stirs the blood of seventy,
Wherever it survives,
just 10 touch tho chain OF memory
Of the old Kentucky wives
In day or two, az farthcst.
When the present rain is done
You and viii take the carriage,
With the rising of the sun,
And We'll spend day or longer
With The soldiers in their camps,
Taking stores that best may slheid thom
From the cold November chills.
Oh, III cheer them on TO battle
And I'll stir each lofty soul,
AS ! paint the fields of honor,
Where the drums of glory roll
A9d III bid them never faltcr,
Mm'e there's treason still abroad,
In this battle Of the Nation,
For our Union and for God.
One who fought upon the Wabash