The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1865-12-01
The 8eAtord Gazette,
For the Bedford Gazette
THE KEY STONE RAIL ROAD.


Another train las come,
Uncle Toby's ID TO time;
Travel-worn aid weary,
From his homesO lonely
In the shadow Of the mountain.
motley crew are bpught together,
BY the modern car Of progress,
To do the work of reconstruction,
AT popular Election Station
On the Key Stone Fail Road
There is democratic nan with his papers,
Looking, watching, seing after soldiers
Votes them at home within the constitution;
Not when away on Oreign travels.
Abolition man the sane, clever TO the soldiers
Votes them at home and lrasreUey hegU rote
''iSaabO ~
/ Clever, very. very cleer to the soldiers,
Candidates with pockts full of money,
Fawning. very anxiog, very clever;
Running to and fro, kowing every body;
Smiling, bowling, scraling 20 the soldiers
Sending kisses home t cherub dirty babies
And remembrance 20 heir mothers.
| There's ''0ld Fogy, sweating putting like por-
Missed the train at Hiskory Station; poise; ;
Was not like ''the State agent, sap to time"
There's the Miser, staryes himself for treasure,
And saves the scFapings of the mushpot
See young SOlon, form erect
And frizzly moustache, coax,d out by bear grease
Mind bending meath the misty legal lore of ages
There's Orator Puff. inflated with burning words,
Well nigh to bursting, spoiIng for speech;
There il alen with his specs pockets full Of physic
He'll mend broken limbs and attend to patients;
Merchants, with hands soft as ladies';
Clerks, spruce and glossy, tender young turkeys
See grave preacher with white neck tie,
Looking after members; telling them how to vote !;
Better be at h0me artth BiJie studying better
Let him do his cork aHd scamyer. things
There's the Gambler with his cards Shylock
Seeking some poor gander, just TO pluck him.
/ IhOre ssSOaD-stIck' ~ from den. brIm full OF
whisky,
Eyes red as fire, nose gently tip'd with scarlet,
Rushing to and fro reeling shouting for the "Un-
ion,
Feeling upward for the earth and searching for his
rights.
There, be has found them in the gutter
Debauchees, lep' rous with pollution, lveu
Too low for lOathng fit for neither earth nor hea-
Men who never 60 to church, or read the Bible;
Take no papers, pay nothing to the preacheE-
Never say their prayers, fish and hunt on Sundays,
Loungers in bar-rooms and on tavern porches;
Pertumed with smoke; bespattered with tobacco
Greasy, dirty fellows, from the forge and furnace,
From the mines and from the oil wells,
Beardless boys, (not twenty) too large for their
These the men of nerve and muscle, [clothing
The sinew of the State the safeguard of the nation
There the virtuous intelligent, honest voters;
Whose tender hands steady the car Of progress
[ These the architects Of nation fortune
! The great master builders. sturdy aborers,
Who with picks and shoves, clubs and weapons,
Do the work of reconstruction at Election Station
On the Key Stone Rail Road
/ Hear the rumbing See, the train is coming
Gently, gently moves the of progress
/ At Election Station on the Key Stone Rail Road
Hark there are voices, din, confusion,
Fuss among the cab-meu, porters, runners
Hack, sir :" Cab, sir - 'Come to our house
Union House -
/ National Hotel y Democratic House, - "LincolI
House,
Constitutional Union, Come to our house, don
"Copperheads - "seeesh 80 Come to our house
/ do go there"
/ BLACK snakes, Woolly heads !" .'0urs the Sol
diers' house >"
/ "No, ours the soldiers house We're the soldiers
friends
/ Louder louder swells the clamor,
/ As storm breaks aer the mountains.
I Rushing down the darkelf,i gosges,
/ Tearing up the forests, Wiling the air with frag
ments
! AS the voice OF mighty thunder
/ As the sound of rushing waters
Are the heavens falling Is the earth a-erumbling
/ Mercy the avalanche is tight upon us
/ SOLDIERS ~ SOLDIERS ~ SOLDIERS W
So gently, softly moves the car Of progress,
At Election Station, on the Key Stone Rail Road
/ In the work of reconstruction
/ If the train e'er leaves this station
/ Uncle Toby will be up to time.
/ Now he's weary and will sleep awhile
/ At his home SO lonely,
T In the shadow Of the mountain
! UNCLE TOBY.
/ Cumjeriqnd VALLEY. NoU. II.