Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-01-05
BY C. & C. FARLEY
THE CARRIERS ADDRESS
OF THE JOLIET SIGNAL

OF THE JOLIET SIGNAL
Last.night a mother knelt and prayed
For safety to her darling boy;
Her heart was distant with the pomp
And pageantry of martial joy.
Last night woman'ssheart was broke
husband dead, in tented field
An orphan moaned itself to sleep
Such heart breaksl-few are ever healed
"My.son," the aged sire cried;
"COme back to me, oh once againI"
Old eyes were dim with aching tears
Old heart was wrung by cruel pain.
battles plain-a red ravine,
With mangled corpses widely strown;
No sounds como from the mangled deadI
Father you could not tell thine own.
Sorrow stalks abroad the streets
Who does not wear deaths badgef-scarce one
A.tiHaeTal GiyOng goes to and fro
AHd tOOnen all seem clad Ike mans.
Wars bloody nav still gapes for food;
Are human victims still at hand
To I'LL the monsters glutted mawi
Oh cruel war is in our land.
"a principlei-ah let us SEQ,
Why have made this sacrificeH
nation gives her choicest blood,
And staggers meath her debti-is't WiseR
AndldO you give.and freely give
Your to make such Ibertyi
"a principler-weIl speed your cause -
white mans corpse-a black man free.
"Equality I"-equal You Think
All more than equal, as you show
The Pure white blood lights up the scale,
Black skins outweighI-strange 1t is 20.
1s there no pause to madmen's powerH
Will reason near resume its swayl
Freemen arouse think, pause and act,
FRinthearted-then you lose the way.
cOuntry's wreck without chart;
constitution you have lost
A million Hvee-a crushing debt
All look at this-such is the cost.
Canst idly sit and see it donei
No swear you have sworn before,
To save the Union and your cause,
and turn a leaf for '64.
Hail to the new Year-welcomel
Our hearts glad to welcome thee
Few tears we have to shed DER sixty.three:
Sorrow was his handnaid, war his pleasure;
Instead of peace he brought us bloody war;
Our hills are covered with our children's graves:
Our streets are walked by maDgled living men
With limbs tern ofF-and others cramped misshapeu
Others with s;o
Oh God what sights are these,
Ncr did the old year give us plenty.
Our barns are empty and the stalls untitled,
Our shrunken grain lies mouldering on the ground.
''seed time and harvest, yes the seed time CAME
The farmer tOied away and sang and smiled
At visions of a bounteOus crop when harvest came.
But harvest came not-now a vision comes,
OF gaunt want providing round his dreary door.
He says "the harvest of old sixty-three,
Has been Deaths harvest and his yield was large.
No harvest has there been for Peace"
Oh sad and blighting year,
Last night the old year passed away,
Without a mourner or a tear,
This morn fair young year is born,
We hail thee, welcome, glad new year.
GO.make thy journey-do thy task,
Make Winter, with its hail and snow
Make SprinGtme with its birds and flowers,
Make Summer on thy way-then Co.
Make Autumn-give bountcous yield
For every one, of all degrees
And ERE thy course is passed aroundl
Oh Sixty-FOur. give, give us PEACE!
Long the storyIl be remembered,
Treasured in the nations heart,
How the gallant, brave One Hundrcth,
In the battle bore its part.
"onward," cried the gallant Colonel,
Coward, cried the Captains brave,
"Onward," shouts the brave battalion,
''Give us victory:Or the gravep
Bullets whistled, cannons roared
Bayonets glistened near their sight
On they went, the gallant Hundr eth,
To the thickest Of the fight.
Here and there comrade wounded,
Here and there acomrade dead,
"0nward, !" cries the stern battalion,
''By brave BartIeson we're led"
Shells and bullets flying thickly
Overhead, .on either side;
Oh what scenes Of true devotion,
Oh what numbers fell and died.
"Onward," cries the gallant Colonel,
Coward" shouts the Captains brave,
"onward," cries the stern battalion,
"Give.us Victory or the graveP
A moments quiet set tied Ger tho hills;
The clouds of smoke waited the sky
And all was silent the murmuring riTls.
That ran bloOdcolorsd thro' the valley nigh
The Weary drummer seized his drum and beat
faint" roll call" to BRING his comrades near
Begrimmed with powder smoke at last they come
And fall in line to promptly answer "hsreI"
The sergoants call the roIi-few answers come
Twothirds the band that once 50 nobly stood
Cannot.give answer when their names are called
TtOo-tsirds Of them lie SOeherino in their blood,
Oh havoc of that five short hours Of wari
Long live the names Of those who,,fought 30 we'll
Yesl point with pride to that brave regiment,
And let the story each our children tell.
Oh who could scarce tell mid this suffering aud woe
7 hat ours was the land it was four years ago,
When Peace smiled 30 sweetly, when Plenty did reign
Alas shall we ever behold it againi
Our ''freedom Of speech" Is now one way, [say
Right or wrong, 'for the government" this you matt
And it, for a moment, "'twas wrong, should be said,
Ones assaied right and left as a riIe COpperhe0d.
Is but freedom to praise old Gar Abe Of the West,
Ha newspaper differs mob pullsit down
While benignAntly smiles theold heir Of John Brown
With Americas progress oh none can compete,
For in debt and in taxes, like all else we beat;
We are taxed on our coat, we are taxed our hat,
On our pants, on our shirts, and on our cravat;
We taxed on our boots are taxed on our shoes