The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1864-04-26

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Is cover II? What would become d
my dear cue il chaos came f--il We
could not walk the streets, and lic
down IL night, with the confidence
ne consolation, ilai We Tad a country.
government, a law stronger than
any mob, greater than the maddesi
iurg Of rebefhouf / could not hold
out against these thoughts. conrad
50 q, last fold Jenny an that was IN
my heart; and She, God bless her
brave soal said, firmly, bui with
tears, Go, John-ihe Father viii
esre lorus; the country needs sou; 60.
And so, comrade--you are listening
] kissed my little ones, aua, with
Jeuny's blessing, | left my home,
geryihing, and nova sob fingered
round araund each word. am here,
dying
But, he added, rallyiug, don't
tell them, Sergeant, that | murmured
or feared to die. o, no: | caunot
but think Of and sorrow for them but
the old flag is worth ten thousand
such poor lives rs mines il is glorious
to die where is stars are shining
yet, and the voice broke again, will
be missed in the home far away. and
the days will be dark because am
SO long, so long in coming. Bot, com
rade, bid them bear up; tell Jenny to
teach my boy never TO despair of the
Republic; never 10 be false 10 it for
one hour; never 10 strike hands with
any man who has laltered nov. And
bark. comiade, tell her TO kiss my dar-
lings night and morning for me |
shall see her, and think, may be, my
lips are pressing theirs, from the ce-
lcstial Lookout my feet are climbing
now
A cheer from tile hill where the
battle ragged hnttered down the slope
10 tie dying soldier.
Victory ! the pale lips cried; the
weak hands clntched Tor tile ground,
the feet were nervous a moment as il
he woulI once more stand erect and
salute the flag, victorious now then a
deep shadow fell on tie face the
voice murmnred, Comrade, remem-
Der the limbs grew rigid, and John
Gas on, private, was dead.
Aud the shadow that only the eye
Of FAITH can penetrate and find clear
sky beyond was lying on the home
among the Granite Hills.
They buiied him on TIE field, and
there, these spring days, whose
warmth is wooing all Nature into blos-
SONS aud fragrance, sift sunshine over
his ashes, and the summer, when it
comes, viii fold over lis still heart,
the same robe Of emerald and gold
that kings lie under through Gods
going years,
There are hearts, indeed, bat miss
him but their sorrow is moi without
consolation. He fell for his country,
fcll ID tie place Hhere duy put him;
and that thought sweetels the cup,
aud may help them at last to find the
pearl Of perfect peace at the bottom.
So VARS rayages 90 on. SO, on
scores Of fields, noble lives. full Of sub
limcst impulses, come 20 a glorious
pause, salutlng the Great Captain
with a smile as they passed 10 Tie
Lust Review. We who remain at
ease IN our homes, with only the mur.
murs Of The distant conflict breaking
on our ears, know liltle Of the hero
ism, the sublime martyrdom, tie sweet
faith and resignation which illustrate
every battlefield and brighten hospi-
tal and camp all along the path Of
strife; know little what surs Of hope
20 down forever in the smoke Of
bloody fields, what Ties are rent never
to be knit together again, what histo-
ries full of noble daring are ended in
one flash and cannon peal. But
should we not remember and think OF
all this, and so be juster than we are
to hose who, all unsuspecied in peace.
tul times of carrying under their
hemely garbs souls with the robust
strength and faith OF the martyr IN
them, are giving to-day on eyery-feld
such exhibitions Of lhe depth and
afluence Of our national character and
aspirations as shall make al coming
Tine bright with the glory Of Ibis ?
TuAcKERAY AND A DIGNITAgY.--