Muscatine weekly journal. [volume] (Muscatine, Iowa) 185?-1890, 1864-06-24

A Campaign Song.
We scissor the following excellent
campaign song from the Dubuque Times.
We trust the Union vocalists will pre-
serve and use it whenever occasion pre-
sents itself:
LINCOLN, THE PRIDE OF THE PRAIR1Es.
A1R-Cb1umoia the Com of the Ocean.
O Lincoln, the pride Of the prairies
The choice of the honest and nee,
whose love for the right never varies, varies,
Thy country pays homage to thee!
or Liberty's soul-thrilling call;
Rebellion is bursting asunder,
Beneath the strong blows Of thy maui!
Though Treason with dark desolation
Has threatened the land to deform,
Brave Lincoln, the foe OF oppression,
Now calamity conquers the storm.
Around him the millions that love him
Assemble their country to save.
And the Flag Of the Union above him
Ger land undivided shall wave!
The rights Of free men and free labor,
Wherever our flag proudly floats!
Down, down with the whip-lash and saber.
UP, up with your voices and votes!
Hurrah for the man OF the pralries!
His heart Is the truest and best;
His love for the right never varies
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NJ We find the following beautiful
lines in the Washington (Iowa) Press j:
The Brides Farewell 10 her Soldier
Husband.
BID. T. KELLY.
How strangely, my loved one, the days have
passed by,
That held us united in loves holy tie!
not y-nf IN Syxsiff q
A vision Of beauty, o vanishing dream.
The bloom Of my sirlhood, brides honored
And widowhood's anguish or seeming the
All these in so few passing hours have flown;
The vision is ended, and am alone!
Adieu, my hearts chosen! Alas! is this all, >,
Ere the graves gloomy curtain between us shall
Shall the sword sever thus, at the outset of life,
With homes joys untasted. the husband ana
wife?
But yet IN despair not: loves sweetness shall
My heart, clinging round You, with sympathies
With union magnetic, soul cheering power
To soften the grief Of LIES drearisst hour.
Then s asfep' for time your brides tender fare
In whose soul your loved memory ever shall
In the gloom of the camp and the strife Of the
Be q wife's love your solace, and heaven your
shield.
~ rive again start on its travels this
piQuant little poem, which originally
appeared in the New York Independent,
and hope it will leave no corner OF the
loyal land untouched:]
Our President..-lSo4.
Abraham Lincoln knows the ropes!
All our hopes
Let us help him as we can,
Honest for the country through and through.
Others good, perhaps as he
Have we tried them in the wartime . flame.
Do we know If they will stand,
Seeking for the right in heavens name:
Let the nation ask him, then,
Once again
To hold the rudder in this stormy sea.
Tell him that each sleepless night,
fishers in a morning for the free.
Let , rs not forget our rude
But lend our servant the poor crown we may!
Give him four more years Of toll,
Task and MOL,
NEcK-TwIsTING IN CHURCH-There are prac-
tices tolerated in religious congregations:which
Christians who are jealous for the honor OF their
Masters house, should condemn. Decorum is
the handmade of devotional feeling, and for this
reason the house of God should never be dis
turbed by the slightest approach to irreyerence
ut is part Of my religion" said a pious old
lady, when asked why she went early to church
lit is part of my religion not to interrupt the
religion of Others" K gross abuse Of religious
decorum sometimes needs harsh medicine as
remedy. We give that adopted by Henry Clay
Dean, who was at one time the Chaplain Of Con-
gress. The anecdote is from the Pacific Metho-
dist. Being worried one afternoon by this turn
ing practice in his congregation, Mr.. Dean stop
ped in his sermon and said. "Now you listen
to me, and I'll tell you who the people are, as
each one comes in"
He then went on with his discourse, until
gentleman entered, when he bawled out like an
usher: deacon A., who keeps the shop over the
way" and then went on with his sermon. Pres
emily another man passed up the aisle, and he
gave his name and occupation; so he continued
for some time. At length, some one entered the
cried OUT "a little old man, with drab coat
and old white hat; don't know him-look for
yourselves" That congregation was cured.
GEN. HEINTzELMAN ON McCLELLAN-Gen.
Heintzelman, who is quiet, but frank and de-