The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1864-04-01
BEDFORD, Pa, FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL /, 1864.
From the Patriot q Uaion.
LYRICS OF LOYALTY.""

aud depilishness. Here, young ''Yank" at
Harvard grows as fearful over the slow prog
ress of our armies as though he were wedding
the family patch in WeathefsfieId. The
yelsera5le maiden who sounds this dirge is as
Jt9e as the lights which her daddy hung out 10
thel}rilish in the war of 1872
On this page we are invoked to
ARM Arm for Liberty
by an opulent sutler who sounds his trumpet
ffeea = frame palace in the suburbs of Bunker
lliii purchased with the profits Of bad whiskey
and understandable eggs A wretched divine
who, IN peaceful times, wandered empty among
BIS parental crags, white at the elbows and shi-
ny and threadbare at the knees, now fattening
Oh his collections for the Christian Commission,
and wild with the strange sensation Of wearing
c|csh with the nap on, shouts, in his giee,
$50 forth 10 the battle, ye sons of the Lord "
The touching lines
''A brand is on thy brow,
ga mark is on thy breast"
carry uB back to the times when the benevolent
passengers of the Mayhower and their children,
their faith by burning witches and
teasting Quakers thus, at one felictous stroke,
reducing the number of heretics, and striking
awe into those who were left, with rehearsas
q the agonies OF Hell.
! The bard who sings
"They have gone to the South,
VIII they ever return7"
leaves lis in some doubt as to the mea ming II
IS probable, however, that he refers to the Mig
gers which his grandfather sold into Virginia,
when slavery ceased to pay in Massachusetts.
Burley Dooittles and Perkenpines, exempted
by some friendly surgeon for weak eyes, confirm
ed corns, or incipient collie, cry out in their ex-
aberant patriotism
-"Who Stands aloof, when Freedom calls ~
In word, we have here choir of decayed
preachers, weak-iegged young collegians, angu-
lar maldens and miscellaneous sneaks, bawlina
ont to their neighbors TO I" Rouse r. ''Strike p
''d'mr' "-Rarca r. aud perform other martial
antics, while these loyal warblers remain peace
.mly perched at home, fattening on the plunder
Of war IN which they have shed nothing but
Ink, and spent nothing but breath
One OF the most vociferous songsters in the
book Is Mr.. Theodore Tilton, editor of the New
ork Independent, who it will be remembered.
a1arote, last summer, thrilling editorial upon
the cowardlce ana absolute Greas0n in, uI, - =,
rendering three hundred dollars TO the govern
ment when it 'asks Gja" Scarcely was the
ink dry upon Mr.. Tilton's essay when an unIuck-
y turn OF the wheel cast up his name, and he
WAS duly enrolled among the army of conscripts
Of course he marched-yes, he did-he march
ed right up to the exemption office and paid his
three hundred dollars, ald got his papers, and
hastened back to his snug sanctum, and compo-
sed the lines entitled 'God sare the Nahon-
a Var H.yam"-to be found on page II of this
book. One stanza oftbis yalorouS bard's Hymn
viii suffice us a specimen:
Stay thor oar foes or torn them 10 derision,
Then in the blood-red Valley of decision
Make the land green with peace, as in vision. ."(D
We would suggest to Friend Tlton (of course
he is Quaker pro tenn an additional verse, to
be Inserted to those of his fellow conscripts Of
whom the government "asEs fte," and who
hadn't three hundred dollars to give in lieu there
Of:
''Fgbt, you poor devils slay the traitors who hemp
While 1, IN the soft-cushioned Sast of Exemp ton,
Peacefully shout for the rigger's rede nptloa''
There Is string of verses on page so, enti-
tied ''zAe Voimteey's WJe to her Husband"
which are emiHently suggestive. She says:
Don't step moment TO think, John,
Your country cals--then 90,
Don't think OF me the children. John.
III care for them, you know.
Leave the corn upon the stalks John
Potatoes the hill,
and the pumpkin on the vines, John,
I'll gather them with a will,
But take your gun and go, John,
lake your gun and go,
For ruth Gun diire the oreH, John,
And can uSe the hoe"
Cartoons are wanted for the Capital. we be-
lieve Here is subject for one John can be
represented IN the foreground, in ragged uni
form, with his toes out, installing richly dress
ed family OF negroes in the mansion-house of
their exIled master, while his wife and Ruth
are seen IN the distant back ground, Ruth dri-
wing an ox-team ard Mrs John vigorously ply
ing a hoe. Johns children, of course, will be
introduced, wedding the potatoes barefoot and
with prominent shirt-tails We conceive that
picture such as this would do more to encour-
age enllstments than even the present bounty
system. The prospect of elevating millions OF
enthralled blacks TO luxury, laziness and good
clothes, would doubtless inspire the heart of ev-
cry Northern matron and make her willing to
sacrifice her husband and 90 starved and rag
ged with her little flock through the whole thou
sand years of the Abolition millennium. The
old maid who wrote these lines ought to have a
pension. Forney is one of the bards of this
book and sets up a loyal and metrical yelp from
his well-appointed kennel. His poetry, as be-
comes bis peculiar position, is Of the doggerel
kind.
Here is a specimen. The title Of the piece
10 ''1he Men ,0ho fell IN Baltmorer
'tNext came the Massachusetts mea,
| Gathered from city, glade and glen
No hate for South, but love for all, a
They answered to their country's call
| The path to them seemed broad and bright,
! They soTget no foenran and no fight,
Lyrics OF LOYALTY Arranged and edited d,
FRANZ MooRs, NKw YORK. G. P. PUTNAM, 1864.