The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1865-04-11

Where our bully boy Grant does MS a'ih an
Even Shtanton, tonight, We'll confss he was
right,
Whin he played the ould scratch wild our hdre>
An, to gallant sPhii Sherry,' we'll drink wild
delight,
On whose bright plume o. fame not spot o. the
darkisi
Let the chapels be opened, the affairs liiumed,
AM the mad bells ring out from aeh turret an
shteepe
fumed,
While the Sogarths God bless 'em !-give
thanks for the people!
For the city is ours that ''Mac'' sought from the
start,
An, our boys through its streets ssHail Column
bia' Yelling;
An theirs Payce in the air, an theirs pride In the
heart,
AM our Flag has fame that no tongue can be
tellin'!
To the dioul wild the shoddy contractors, an all
Them gold spectators whose pie Is now "hum-
ble'
The cost o. beef, praties an whisky will fall,
AM what more could we ax-for the rints too
will tumble
On the boys who survive, fame an pinsons we'll
Every orphan the wars med, home We'll de-
creeit;
An ach soldiers young shweethart shall have
dhress,
That will tickle her hayro, returnin' to see it!
Oh, land o, thrue freedom oh, land of our love,
Wild your generous welcome to all who but seek
May your stars shine long the twinkers
above,
An your fame be grand that no mortal can
shpeak il!
All the winds o. the world s around it they blow,
No banner glorious can wake into motion;
An wild Payce in our own land, you know we
may go,
Just to settle some thrifiin' accounts DER the
ocean
So come, me own Eileen come Nora an Kate,
Come Michael an Pat, all your Sunday buds
Well give thanks in the chapel, an do it in
shtate,
AM Well pray for the sows o. poor Murtagh an
Larry.
Woes me :. in the black swamps before it they
shleep,
But the good God to. night-whose thrue faith
they have cherished
His angels will send o'er the red fields shweep
In aich cowld ear to breathe,-sENot in vain
have YOU persisted 30
So bad luck to the man who is sober to night
He's cowld hearted bodhagh or saycret Sc
cesher,
Whose heart for the Guild Flag has niver been
right,
AM who takes in the fame of his country no
pleasure
Ouch, murther will none o. yez hould me- me
dears
For its out o. me shkIn Pm afeard, I'll be jump
Wild me eyes shwmmin' round in the happiest
tears,
An the heart in me breaaht like piston rod
sthumpin' M. OR.
New York, April 8, 1864.
The steamboats, were all gaily dressed and
screamed their Joy at the top of their.whistles
Captain Tom Buford's boat, the New Boston,
was deliberately decorated. and was as gay as
peacock. Towards dark, Mr. Whitman. of
the Chicago & Rock Island railroad, and Mr..
Cable, of the Rock Island Peoria, or, rath.
er, their engineers and employees, run their
engines, dressed in flags, down on the levee
and set up such screaming as was never
heard before---it was perfectly astounding
the iron horses screamed for joy, with all
their might. So deafening was the noise
that nearly all conversation was suspended
during its continuance. We liked the first
hour and half of it better than we did the
last hour and half!
In the evening the city was generally and
brilliantly illuminated---the most general and
best illumination ever known here. Among
the most prominent and brilliantly Illumin-
ated buildings may be named Bailey &
Boyle's block, Charles Bulord's block, N. b.
Buford's block, Island City Hotel, Court
House, Jail Building, U. S. Commissary
building, j. FL. Langley & Co.'s warehouse,
Turner'S Hall, Odd Fellows Hall, Young
America, and Woltman's Hall and among
the most brilliantly illuminated private resi-
denced, were those of Mayor Davenport,
Alderman Huber, Charles Buford, T. B. Cor.
ton. Ben Harper, James Copp. Riggs jew
elry store also made a brilliant show. So
did Schindler's meat market. There are