Daily Davenport Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1864-1874, 1865-01-26

- O@O ADO1A0o
DY JAARA C1ALLKx.
It will b. remembered that the Church bells In
the South were taken down from their tunsts, BY
the hauds Of rebels, to be melted iuto cannen to
destroy our country. The following CaoaAL has
been made upon this incident.
IN our belfriss high We have hung
Through many peaceful day
And back and forth We have willingly swung
TO peal out our solemn lay -
"Come, to the house ofprayer
COME, to the house of pfaiss,
Come, - aged, come, ye fair,
Your hymns Of worship raise"
In the lowly village, sweet,
To the sons Of labor and toll
We have sent out, bravely, our musical beat
With many heavy mail -
Come. from the meadows, green,
Come, from the forests, hoaf;
The old, on the youngest lean,
Come, to the old Church door,"
TO the cot in the lowly vale,
TO the mansions Of the proud
We have sent forth our numbers, thick - hail
~ thunder, heavy and loud.
Gone aii ye wesry. come.
Seek for the better home,
Christ is the only door,"
TO the children IN the Geld,--
Or q home BY their mothers' side,
We have made the arching heavens yeild
4 Choral-far and wide:
Come, to the Sabbath School.
r Come, in your best array
Come, while the hour is cool
With song, for this hallowed day"
On the cheerful bridal morn,
How our voice would gladly STEAL
Through the woods, the meadows, the waving
With a rich and merry peal;
Come for the bride is coming.
Come, for the groom is near;
We have burdened the air with humming
Our notes, 20 full and clear"
When the mourners for the dead
The old church.yard, would gain.
Solemn and sad, to their distant tread
Would be our loug refrain =
Come, where the sleepers lay.
Dust to its kindred dust;
Night follows the longest day
Come to the grave, you must"
When the old "Staes House, bell
Of "Independence Halp'
TO the heart Of the nation, loudly would tell
The end Of our country's thrall;
Then shook, our chosen dome,-
Death, now, or LIB.RTY!
Come !! come! conE! come! coHR!
CoAs!-for the land ID Fam!
But our voices, are silent now,
We have gasped our latest breath,
The sweat Of anguish Is ON our brow
Dishonor, Is worse than death -
'By traitor hands we are thrown
I'm the affairs Of lust and pride;
Avenge! 0 avenge our last groan.
Earth earth in thy bosom We hide
Davenport, January, 1868.
The exercises Of the evening were snliv.
Cd BY choice vocal and intrumental music BY
cur efficient glee quartstts, In compliment
70 which the following resolution VA adopt
ID on motion Of Mayor Lowry:
Resolced, That We tender our thanks to
the ladies' and gentlemen who have kindly
furnished Us with excellent and appropriate
music to-night-adding delightful feature
TO the evenings entertainment
The toasts being though, and the halls
cleared, the merry dance commsncsd 70 the
excellent music Of Milo Whites fun Band.
Pennsylvanians old and young hook The
floor, and for several hours TIE light fAntas.
ticltoe was trippled right merrily.
The Festival M splsndid success =
every particular. Hvssything passsd q
happily and IN perfect order. None Of that
went Of concert ard lietlessnsss that oftsn
mars sach eathssineB was noticeable in ~
least degfss, but cosdiality, vivaeity and
nsighberly ftsaknsss and god fssling psr-
vadsd ths entire sntsrtainmsnk Nay our
Keystane fisnds sajey ~ rssurEsnes of
more such.