The Buchanan County guardian., 1863-12-22

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where even. imagination is 10th to follow
Each Of these little names which th
printer struck off SO lightly last night
Yhisling over his work, and only wish
ling, athe list was less that it might b.
sooner ended, represents mangled
bleeding corpse Each one of these
names in its entirety is thunderbol
that will crash into some brain--a dull
dead, remorseless weight which will fal
upon some heart, straining it to breaking
| There Is nothing very terrible to us,
In the list however. though our sensa-
tions might, be different il the news. car,
rier left the names on the battle field and
The bodies at our doors instead. -
We recognize the battle field to be a
reality, but il stands asa remote one,
1t is Like funeral mex. door. The Grape
on the be'l,pull tells there is death in
the house, and in the close carriage that
rolls away with muff1ed wheels, we know
there rides woman to whom the world
is very dark now. But We only see the
mourners in the last of long line Of
carriages-,hsy ride very jolly and at
their ease, smoking cigars in placid
way, perhaps, and were it not for the
black gloves they wear, which the de-
ceosed was thoughtful enough to furnish,
it might be wedding for all we or the
world would know. 1t attracts our at
tention precisely as any other pageantry
would, but does not enlist our sympa
thies. But it is very different when the
hearse stops at our own door, and it is
our, threshold that the corpse is carried
out over we know whether it is a wed :
ding or a funeral then without looking
at the color Of gloves the guests wear.
So those who lose relatives and friends
in battle know what battle fields are, and
my Marylanders and our Pennsylvani.
ans, with their door-yards strewn with
the dead and dying. and their houses
turned into hospitals, know wha, battle
fields are
Brady has done deal in this work of
his TO bring home to us the terrible real
ity and earnestness OF war--ii he has not
brought bodies and laid them at our
door'steps and along The streets, he has
done something very like it. At the
door Of his gallery in New York hangs
little placards. Scenes from Antietam, :"
1.-The dead at Gettysburg" Crowds of
people are constantly going up the stairs I;
follow and you will find them bending
over photographic. views Of those fearful
battle fields, taken Immediately after The
fight ended, .,-
OF all objects Of horror one would
think the battlefield should stand pre-
eminent. that it should bear away the
palm Of responsiveness. But on the con-
trsry, there is a terrible fascination about
ii which drawslone near these pictures
aud makes one 10th 10 leave them. You
viii see hushed. reveren, groups stand
ing around these weird copies OF carnage.
bending down to look in the pale faces
Of the dead. chained by the strange
spell that dwells in dead mems eyes
. The sun sketches every feature with
fearful fidelity. and perhaps ron recog
nize many. who. few weeks before,
went marching out Of town to thu tune
Of gay mnsic. their hearts beating high
With life and hope, and their hands i'm.
patient 10 grasp the green laurel bough b
that the future held temPtingly out te
them. You saw a girl in the crowd
wave her handkerchief to one OF these
and attempt to smile, while the tears
from her eyes gave the lie to mirtb, and
she turned her face to fall fainting il
her mothers arms. The form of thi,
young lieutenant looks like an early plsy
mate OF yours--an only son and hi,
mother q widow. Together you chased
squirrels to their nests, and shook wal
nuts and beachnuts down into the apror
Of the brown-eyed girl he called Eller
then, aud was TO Gail wife when his reg
iment returned. Poor fellow the moth
or that bore him would scarce know
him now, as he lies at the trunk of tht
spreading sycamore tree where he crawl
cd to die---his blue eyes closed forever
aud his fair hair clot,ed around the gap
ing seam in cheek and skull which Tho
sharp edged sabre Of the fierce trooper
left. You turn away and hope hi,
mother may not visit the gallery. That,
all-Ellen died when the news OF th,
victory came. They thought she slep
when they stole softly into her room t,
break the news OF the Lieutenant
death to her. and found newspape