Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1863-01-20
war scenes.

What ! Tears? And for me, lCecile p
Darling, this must not be. The war will
soon be over, and then will not nv coun-
try's glory be mine also? Others have be-
come great-why may not p
| The speaker was young lieutenant in
The til Regiment, then about to start for
the seat of war and the person addressed
was a fair, slender girl Of eighteen who
was weeping, with her head reclining On
! his shoulder.
Charlie she murmured, you know
love you yet | would not bid you stay. Go
and serve your country in her hour of need.
fight for freedom and the Right Go, dar-
ling, and do yOnr duty. Still land the
tears flowed faster than before, J 1T is sad
to think many who go forth will never re-
| turn
Hope for the best, Cecile. But, dearest
must go, as we start in another half hour
4 Farewell, Cecile Yours till death, Fare
well =
% Charlie! was all she said and then
one fond, long embrace, and those two had
parted, never again to meet on earth.
IT'S the eve before the LATHE. Men are
hurTying to and fro, and polishing weap-
ons by the dim light of the camp fires ;
/ their voices are hushed, for thought is busy
with them all, they are thinking Of the
/ coming strife and wondering if, on the
1 morrow, they will return in the first flush
OF youth and victory, or be lying cold and
\ stark on the battle field :
By-and-by, the camp -fres flicker and 20
out. the sturdy forms sink to rest on the
/ bosom of mother earth, and no sound
breaks the stiffness except the measured
tramp Of the sentry, as be PAGES to and fro
on his solitary beat.
Leokl IT'S the field of battle, but the
battle is past. The pale moon looks down
4 on the stern faces Of the dead warriors
staring eyes on the starry canopy above
| them.
YOnder lies boy as fair and fragile that
his face might almost have been taken fol
girl; one shattered arm hangs loosely BY
his side, while his hair is matted with red
blood from wound in bis temple thai
shows here bis life-blood had oozed out
At home a fond mother Weeps, and watch
es. and prays, and waits for him in vain.
But this 10 not what we NUT look at
Seel Among yonder pile Of slain is 8
!; young man in the uniform of q young lieu
tenant; with enc hand he grasps that Of ,
tattsred haG, while with the other be fold
to his heart long, glossy, silksn curl. A
home. fair maid watches and waits fo
him too, in vain.
oh this wicked, weary WARP
A soldiers gravel A life earth for hin
whose hopes Of glory were SO high; tn
swaying banner drapsd above his grave
: the farewell salutes Of his comrades, nj
dirge, booming Of cannon and the shrek
: of the dying, and warrior is laid to res
meath the spreading branches Of the syca
> more tree, the scene Of his glory, and hi
, last struggle in his country's cause.
This, then, is the end of all his gloriou
D anticipatiOns-a grave among strangers
. with not even a simple stone to mark hi
d resting place. His glory was nobly won
bis epitaph-he needed none, for 'twa
. written in the very hearts of bis country
q men.
t Farewell! ye happy days that hav
Q hownl Farewell ye brave-heartsd men
Farewell bright hopes of the past Far
' we'll Peace to the ashes of America
!. dead