Delaware State journal and statesman., 1867-09-06
MAssAcRE OF NEW ORLEANS.
ny A soLptlR.

recession of Freedmen had reacht
Hall, on Dryades Stree
'elye taps were rung on the eli
the terrible massacre of UniC
white and black, commenced, al
Mil nearly all who were friendly
/ Convention, were either kille
or thrown into prison. l-Repol
'ess.
Well, friend, you bid me tell it,
The story Of the fray,
And all saw In New 0rleaus
Upon that bloody day;
60 hold my cane 3 moment,
And give me but my crutch,
For this OGDEN leg is awkward,
And cannot use II much.
We had just CONS home from battle
with our four aud thirty stars
Some with roaOs In their musksta
And some adorned with scara;
But we'd half forgot our battles
And the marches by the way,
In the joy the people gave uh
On the great reception day.
80 we laid aside our muskets,
And the grand old Army Blue,
And we bent our swords to plough hAreu,
As the Romans used TO do.
And we thought no more of marches,
Or the bAttis's dread alarms,
OF the campings in the forest
Or the sudden cry "To armsi"
For our Eagle in his grandeur,
Had SCARED above the cloud,
And had borne our righteous banner
'rlil the naughty foe was bowed;
And now with pinious gathered
He was resting in the light
OF free and noble people,
Who had won freeman's right
And the boys 30 tired Of marching,
To tho drum and bugls horn,
Now sang Of peace and plenty
As they gathered in the eorui
while hands of lovely woman,
Who had IAked the summer hay,
Now braided wrealhs of ribbon
For the merry marriage day.
There was joy In all the nations,
And holiday Of rest
From the shores Of Old Atlantic
To the Sea King Of the Wet.
II was morning, aud the sunshine
LeAped to kiss the dewy nOwers,
As stood in proud New Orleans,
with her tenpleA aud her towers
And thought tue grand old city
Never seemed 80 proud and free
Since FIRST the Mississippi
Flowed In silence to the sea.
Aud heard the glad rejoleings
OF the loyal aud the brave
whils the Freedman stood in triumph,
Why're he once had crouchsd Slave.
And saw the q sd procession march
with banners in the breeze
From the leves, through the city,
70 Canal and Diyades-
Till they halted with the mu4lf,
And never shall forget
How thOy eheertd for murdered LlaooLi
When the Loyalists had met.
There we're men who picked the cotton
For the naughty Rebel crow
There were neu who bore our banners
with tho bonny Boys In Blue;
And now with hearts Of glRdnessi
They hasten to the call
OF the Loyalisps Convention
At the Old Mechanics Hall.
But seel THOUSAND traitors,
Some dressed iu Rebel uray,
Crowd back the loyal people,
And bid them stand away
with musket, club and pistol,
What Ia 1t they would dol
Is freedom buta noskery'
Ia loyalty untiuer
Yet listen, the alarms
From the belfries In ihe town
Twelve taps from every steeple,
And the mob Is rushing down.
Aud crash OF muskets follow,
Aud a sudden cry Of Woe
For the feast Of death is ready,
And the blood besins TO dow.
And ere yon sun that's bending
Through his circle to the West,
Shall sink with lengthe ened shadows
=. tn, II II ..tR.t. h.a,uI
There shall he a cry Of terror,
And bitterness VI pain
While a hundred noble iresmen
Shall be numbered with the slalu
For now with maddened tury,
The men in Rebel gray
Shout to the jseEing people,
"rherss bloody work today"
20 now with club and pistol
The cruel work's begun,
While many blaekened corPsss
Rot beneath tropie SUM
For zee the iiends inearnate,
Rush madly TO aud fro,
And murder seems to wanton
IN lhe hellltn oNbinONs
Hark, bark the cry for quarter
And surely they will hear
Eie every stone upon the street
Shall bs a frsemAn's bieri
OdOd the cries for mercy
Are uttered, but in vain
No arm is stayed from slaughter.
Or cruelty of pain;
For, listen 10 the Yelling,
Aud the fiery demons call
There's crashing in of Windows,
And yolley in the Hall
Five times repulssd and driveni
Five timea dag Of truct-
And thsn a cry to Heaven
For the door-waYs now are loosei
While crowds Of ruthless demons
Rush madly to the Hall
And the pistol bullets whistle,
While hundred fretmen fall
Some plld the shrieks for mercy
And cries of bitter woe,
Leap from the broken wiudows,
And meet but death below.
saw father knveling
By the body OF his ion-
. ballet pierced his bosom,
Aud the sacrifice was done.
A gray.haired man stood trembling
Upon the city pavei
lie had not been traitor,
And he would uot be slavei
60 they dragged him from the pAver
10 the prison walls 80 brown,
While be heard the Ieering traitors
Mid the perpie If the town.
But be needed not the jserink
Or the moeking OF them all,
WHEN he saw hundred freemen
bleeding In the prison hall.
There were eyes unused 10 tenor
And besrlH unused TO pain;
They were heaped amid the DYING
And were buried with the slain
But weary you by telling
All the horrors Of the day
How the blood Of noble DosTIR
And II hundred others lay
In the streets of proud New orleAI
Till the sun had gone to rest
Where the waters rise to meet him
Piom tlV bosom of the West
But the firing ceased ere EVEN,
For the bloody work was DER
AMI the clouds were floating ssawI
Like vessel to the shore.