The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1866-10-04
VOL. XXXVI.i
THE LITTLE BOY THAT DIED.

l am alone in my chamber now,
And the midnight hour is near;
And the faggot's crack and the clocks dull tick
Are the only sound hear.
And my soul in its solitude,
Sweet feelings Of sadness glide;
For my heart and my eyes are full when l think
OF the little boy that died.
went one night to my fathers house
Went home TO the dear ones all,
And softly opened the garden gate,
And softly the door of the ball.
Ny mother came out TO meet her SON f.
She kissed me, and then she sighed,
And her head fell on my neck, and she wept
For the little boy that died.
/ shall miss him when the flowers come
In the garden where he played; r..
Il shall miss him more in the winter time, g.r
When the flowers have all decayed.
- shall see his toys and his empty chair, br1
And the horse he used to ride;
And they win speak with silent speech t3
Of the little boy that died. te
shall see his little sister again sl Ia4
With her playmates about the door;
And III watch the children in their sports
As never did before;
Aud if, in the group, see q child
That's dimpled and laughing
I'll look to see If IL may not be "eH
The little boy that died tsta# u
We shail all go home to Fathers house
To our Fathers house in the skies,
Where the hope of onr souls shall have no blight,
Our ioye broken ties;
We shall roam the banks of the River of Peace,
And battle in its blissful tide;
y And one OF the joys Of our heaven shall be
~ The little boy that died.
= THE DRUNKARDS DAUGHTER.
By O. ". BuSGaY
Out IN the street, with baked feet, ., ..
~ ID saw the drunkard's daughter;
tlr Her tattered shawl was thin and small
She little knew, for nobody taught her.
Her skin was fair, her auburn hair s1cS HcC
Was blown about her pretty forehead;
" Her sad, white face bore sorrows trace,
And want and woe that not borrowed.
Heart broken child, she seldom smiled
Hope promised her bright Tomorrow;
80 Or if its light flashed on her night
Then up came darker clouds of sorrow.
.'uc Soltiy Salu we nave no bread,
No wood to keep the fire burning"
The child was i'll the winds SO chill
Her thin, cold blood to ice was turning.
But well fed and warmly clad, 81.
And ladies robed in richest fashion,
Passed on the side where no one cried
To them for pity or compassion.
That long night fed, and then the light
OF rosy day, in beauty shining,
Set dome, and spire, and roof fire,
And shone on one beyond repining.
Where dear parent sought her,
In winding sheet of snow and sleet,
Was found the lifeless drunkard's daughter.
lallying Song of the Grand Army of the
Republic.
BY 3. W. ELLIS.
heres mighty army gathering thro'out the East
and West.
zest, szs ia.z4. s.sF,tt-- I "a. .= s4.
Ind the motto they ars shouting, 1--WE fight for the
oppressed r. a
As we go marching on .E sa.f at fs
CHoRus-Glory, glory, Hsllalujahi &c.
Their ranks are filled with heroes who sought in
deadly strife.
70 shed the Constitution, and save the nations life,
From the maddend rebels fury, and the assassin's
knife.
As they go marching on!
Prom the CORY fields of battle, from the mountain and
the plain,
Where the woods and rocks are blushing with the
blood of kindred slain,
they come with arms victorious to battle again,
Z As they so marching on!
they have upon the alsa- Of their country and
their God,
b. the spirits Of the gaan, dead who sleep beneath
the sod,
Their necks shall never bow again beneath til oppres
e As they go marching tons ga,1qe sgOli
They have with hand uplifted upon the bended
They ne re will ground their again till all
AZ. kind are free.
And every tongue once manacled shall shout for lib
erty,
As they so marching on. 'f"- 'f'' Ii
The glorious hour is coming, the day is drawing
nfEh, r
When slavery aad oppression shall lay them down
and die, 1e .es-- se-5
And universal freedom shall be echoed shroug tbs
sky, sc zlsJ ga.d..se1 b-e zsa-l5 Sd
As they go marching on!
Then join the Union Army, the gallant, brave and
III free,
tn you,g and cid, The veteran, ana this your mott
be.
:" The land We love is Freedoms land-the land o
Lbertyr'
Aswe go marching on
The c. c. Clay, who has just died a
Huntsville, Ala, was not the rebel con
spirator and ex-senator, but his father
The deceased was formerly O. S. Senato
and Governor Of Alabama, and q lawyer
Of eminence. He WAS 70 years OF age
.