The Morgantown monitor. [volume] (Morgantown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1863-1864, 1863-10-31
SeIett 2oetr,1.
MILES O:REILY's MEMORIAL.


ris Island correspondence, a few days
since, the poetic production of Miles
O Reilly, high private i'll the Attn
New York, savagely assailing Com.
Dahlgren for not supporting Gil
more, aud lamenting the removal OF
Dupont from the command of the
feet. The poetry caused Ailes's ar
rest and incarceration in the guard
house, with ball and chain attached
to his leg, and there he still remaiass,
Miles is facetious fellow, and = t
vorite with the petty officers ndcs
respondendents, who feed him we'll
in prison. He has just perpetrated
the following petition to Stanton for
relief, which Gilmore permitted to be
forwarded:
MEMORIAL OF PRIVATE NILES REILLY, NOW AN on
LUCKY PRISONER lS THE GCARDHoCsE.
To His E1cclency, the Right Honorable EDWIN
NJ. STANTON, Esq, and all others whom 1t may
cousarn:
AlR-"The Fine Ould English Gentleman -
III sing you a n"vo song,
Made by soldiers pate,
Of Il gallant, grim ould Admiral
Whom Iron joblers hate
Because he couldn't, or didn't or wouldn''
SUme iibs in .hcir i,vorts state;
For which he has several Ug black marks
(Wid 70 end Of notes Of discrimination, an
great biz, ugly criSs grasses iorninst his name,
On Captain FuX's slate
This gallant grim ould Admiral,
One of the ouldcn time
Twas he who, when our skies wor dark,
Just twinty months ago,
Let riffs Of daylight through the clouds
II glorious luslhre flow.
The fight is don9 Port Royal won"'
Och didn't ould Uncle Gideon
(An all the administration organs, big and
little, from Col Forney's 'Philadel phia FibLer
down 10 poor oud Horace Grec!cy's very weak
ly Thribune,")
OF tie mighty vic thry blow,
An praise the grim ould Admiral
AS wan of the ouden timc?'
An twas him that tuck the iron-cads
Last spring against Fort Sumter;
An twas him that, at or 800 yards,
Wild his lifteen-inchers bumped her;
An twas Rhind, wild his two big rihed guns
That at half the distance thumped her
While the present Admiral stands off
CAT the couvaynient perspective distance OF
two thousand yards or thereabouts: until even
the poor forsoak ruin Of place seems to grow
ASHAMED OF him,
An don't, by long shot, com t; her
So near was the grim ould Admiral,
Who is wan of the olden time
An now this great ould Admiral
Is laid upon the shelf,
Like Il broken chauey taypot
Or Il useless piece OF def,
Because he couldn't, or didn't, or wouldn't
An tor this, more power to himselfD
Chime in wild them iron-clad jobbers
(Who are down on their bare kneec night,
noon and mornin', prayin Heaven or the other
place for long life an success to their pathrOn
saint, Capt. Fox,
In their schaimcS for acqnirin' pelf-
This honest an thrue ould Admiral,
This type Of the bygone time!
An because on the side Of this Admiral
used both me tongue an me pen.
am now chained up lde n un-u ICON,
In the Provost Marshalrs den,
II it worn for the ProoSts men
Who smuggle me in, God bless the boys!
(On the sly. do YOU see, An just by way of
keepn' me spcrritS up. an preventin' me eg-or-
nancnts frcm takin the skin OfI me ankles too
muchl.
Some whisky, now an agen.
Which drink to the great ould Admiral,
Whom knew in the hvgone time.
Och Stanton, our great "God O War;"
Ny condition in pity sce
An if vcu have got any bowels to nliit,
Let thin! bowels &c niiitcd for me:
For come CGt Of the darcntcst people
In the beautiful town OF Tarnlec,
Where pratics and whisky is plenty,
IAN divl rcsayve the provost marshal we
have there at ali at ail, though we have the
"pce!ers had cess 10 'cm--who are worse if
such thing wor rosSih!c)-
An thew bow both heart an knee
To men like tho grim ould Admiral
\ type of the oldcn time.
God I've good to you, yistner Stanton,
An look kindly on Inc case:
An to the man wild Methusaleh beard,
An the patriarchal face,
Il name ould Uncle Gideon.
Just AK him 10 show me grace,
For which will, as in duty bound
If he gets me out O this place
Do for him an for YOU al that ever can
(Votn' airly an votiu' often for yecz both, or
for aither of YOU, if yecz ever chance 10 be can
dvdates in any disthrick or county where can
pct w;5in ten rods Of the ballot-boX J.
An now my name thrace-
Miles O Reilly. who wrote cf the Admiral,
49, =, vim bar rd nufi time