The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1863-05-15

fought 10 be set to catching sand-feas
for the purpose of supplying Che Southern
Confederacy with phlebotomizers. Vale
Vail nt aa
a5soa Another Great secesh Poem,
Bg a gery Re6el1ious Lady Of Nasavilzs, NTH
aa ErplanatOry Notes by "aaoa'er man."
81" A friend at MurfreesbOro, Zone Of
Rosa's purps," sends us neat manu-
script, traced out in pretty female CHI
Biography, which was found on the per-
son of captured rebel not long ago.
tits poem evidently the work of some
rebellious Confederatress whose impris-
oned wings were beating fiercely at the
bars of her Nashville cage, Here il is,
title and all, as given by the seraphic
authoress herself:
There's Life i'm the ola Land Vet.
TX JlHEs RANDALL.
diput a.JAnrod By Tu'hsal. Lody.l
ny old Cumbcrlana's bilowy dash
The tyrants' war shout comes,
Along with the cymbal's atfil clash,
And the growl Of his sullen drums.
We hear IT, we heed it, with vongeful thrills,
SAN ADdwc shah not forgive or forget (hnlg,
There's faith in the streams, there's hope in ,u'
There's life Ia Tennessee yet
We think the authoress was mistaken
about the ed rowl Of drums" More
likely "RosY's purps7 were barking
little for pastime. As to the /" life in
Tennessee yet" of course there is. If
you don't believe it, call round early in
the morning, and see the newsboys pres
sing round the UNIoE Office. .gli IA
Min!oBsi We sleep, but we are not dead d
wcare crushed we are scourged, we are scaFred
We cronoh--'ts 10 welcome the triumph tread
ofthe peerless BRAuRIoARD. I.s $3.50
Thea voc to your vile, polluting hordes,
when the southern braves are met 20
There's faith IN the yiotor's stainless sword,
There's life in the old Land Yeti Sag
We suggest that the second line Of
this stanza read thus: aIra
ave arc crushed. and scrouged and scared
1t would be a decided Improvement
If the suthoress insists ON spelling
triumph, tryumph, why all righs.
Another line of this verse should read !:
There's stain, on the .taEics, victor's sword y
Southern braves" is good. IS L. 10 81
Bisots Ye quell not the valiant mind
With the cank Of anlron Yoke ui
The spirit OF freedom sings In the Wind
OF BrcKSEH, cmATHAM, and Polk, li.f
And tho we sui 0 not, are not thr1ls
We are pung CORY debt, io
while here, by NqshciRs's prison ssalis, 't
There's Life IN Tennessee Yeti lo
We don't, think that 'no'l"i a.''4'''''.
trt- 4aI laipoa 81 The wind
OF Bnckner, CheathRm aud Poik''
will be . healthy atmosphere fer the spir-
it of freedoms II is all stuff, too, about
the secesh not smiling, as great ma
jOrity Of them get drunk as often as
they have o. chance. s. ~
wowtmon have hung our harps away, &.
Andwe scowl on your brutal bands,
While tho loaded pistol dares the day
In our stern defiant hands. IS"
wewfetnp cur tresscs to s,ringiholr bows.
Ere the Southern sun shall set. io -.
There's hithin our unrclentng Woes
There's Lifeln TcEnefsce yet.
The beautiful poetess pleads guilty
then TO the unlady-like trick Of
(" soowling on brutal bands" '.'
does abe said bands consisting of I'M
Gle Sans Virtuous and respectable boys.
And worse still, she talks of "loaded
pistol" bTandished in her stern, defiant
hands" Mercy on usl Just to think
that the graceful creatures whom you
meet on the payements, may be walking
Monitors iron-c lads ROBBED in silk We
don't care how quickly she "strips her
hair to string her beaur," for they de-
served Swinging up long ago. ls
There's lilc, though it thrsbbeth in siien, veins
IT'S vocal without nolse Is 81. t-e
II gushed DER Donaldson's CORY plains
From the blood Of our southern boys.
That blood shall cry aloud, and rise
with an everlasting threati 81.
by thedeath ofour braves, by our God IN the skies
There's liie 10 Tennessee Yeti
II strikes us, according TO our recollec-
ton of history, that IsHAM G. HARRIS,
and Parsons ELLroT, MoFERRIN, Arma-
seddon, E, ia onae genus, "gushed' cOnsid-
erably faster out of Nashville towards
Dixie, on The day Of che "grand skedad-
die" than they did on "DonaIdson's CORY
plains" There is life in Tennessee yet, y
the life Of long suffering loyalty TO the
Union and freedom, che glorious day Of
whoso redemption draweih nigh That
life will reach its perfect day when the
last thieving rebel butternut has flown
from our borders, aud the Nashville
UNION ciroulates one hundred thousand
copies daily to the edilication of the
people.
All misers are despioable, but when we
thfnk Of tha Iost.rdl,, ,,ossfsn.. 20 a .