New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-03-12
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r0GRAfHIe ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE WAR FOR TIL
UNIoE-A REBEL SOLDIER KILLED THE TRENCH n
BEFORE PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA, APRIL Is, 1865. I
q at kEsrucKs, Dec. q, 1865
To the Editor Of The New York News
Il Mr.. Wood thinks the following lines worthy d
place in MS columns, he will greatly oblige an
ardent admireF a faithful subscriber and Ken
lucky girl. The writer therefore hopes she has q
thrsefold claim to Mr.. Woods favor. through the
united persuasions Of gratitude, interest and gal
The last, she knowshe possessestoa truly South.
ern degree. The first, III Mr.. Wood 4 undoubted
Characteristic and III acute attention to the second,
rasa was s s1oEn e ss ost,v
know it is not very good bit then I am not oansf
my teens yet, and may be TN improve. However,
n afraid that's 4 lad argument. w promise not
j o trouble you with any more OF my schoolgirl eff
Oh, how irnpstieatiy shaIf await t6e arrival Of
7. next Saturday 4 mail, and how proud and happy
shall be, IL 1sshatl Ind my verses ~ print, and
Of papers. Nov, Mr.. Wood, can you have the
8 heaft 20 disappoint mel am sure If you knew
how much pleasure it would give certain KEN
ucky msidsn, yoa would publish hsI verses. even
eagerness to obtain this favor have trangressed
one 6f good old Qnackenbos's first rules and have
changed from the third TO the first and second
But Ipray YOU To pardon this and ali other de.
ects Of my compo sition, especially such as yon
dnd m my poetry II go, rest assured Of the eternal
gratitude Of yonr Kentucky friend, 81 E. F.
Killed in the trenches i How cold and bare
The inscription grayed on the white card there.
e sasn as sprnsg they
Of . rebel soldier just as he fell,
When his heart was pierced by Union shell
And hiE image was stamp'd by the snnbeams ray,
Az he lay in The trenches that April day.
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Oh God !! Oh God How my woman's heart
n Thrills with quick, c0nYulsve pain, f
4 AsLview; unrolled by the magic Of Art
One dreadful scene frem the battle plain ~
Z, White as the foam of the storm tossed ways
Z Lone as the rocks those pillows live
Gray sky ahoEe-cold clay beneath
"a gallant form has stretched in death! NJ sS
With his calm face fresh On the trampled clay,
And the brave hands clasped DER the manly breast
save the sanguine stains on his jacket gray,
NJ might deem him taking soldiers rest, |
y Ah, no Too. red is that crimson tide
Too deeply pierced that wounded side; !
7 Youth. love. hope, glory manhood q pride
Have all in vain Deaths bolt deiied.
His faithful carbins lies useless there,
A As ii drOpt from its masters nervelesS ward N
And the sunbeams glance on his waving hair !,
Which the fallen cap has ceased to guard III
o, Heaven spread DER it thy mercifai shield,
~ more TO ny sight be the battle revealed
Oh, fercer than tempest grim Hades Dis dread
On woman eye flashes the field Of the dead
The scene is changed. In a quiet room, 81
Y Far from the spot where the lone corse lies
"A mother kneels in.the evening gloom I
To offer her nightly sacrifice.
The noon is past, and the day is done. ~
She knows that the battle is lost or won
Who lives? Who died I Hush be thou still
Thy boy lies dead on the trench barred hill,
DEeEABEn 4 1865. l5,1 T5
Three Young Girls Frozen to Death ID
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