Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1867-10-29

Why, yet, think the mules that pulled the
guns
Will be promoted over our farm nags
Demyohn. | have been ciphering on that very
thing,
And now think have got a leading wire
loc know that lot ofthe BoSsy>colc>finq has
"A close ambition vanished DER with ZEAL"
His signture to paper proves il sound
1T be endorse rs may circulate
AND many unsusF Getting will not pry
Into the contents
Ace Well said it is done
l know him like book, of patronage
Theirs not fonder in all these diggings
We must approach him in a natural way
Transact some business with him by degrees
Come up to him and open all at last-Declare
ourselves mistaken and repent
Profess in ev'ry place our loyalty
BE loud decided-most men Judge by words ::
! BE patriotic, mark me, patriotic.
Get up new issues and distract their minds
Rail roads aye that's the word to take Just
now
Men will believe the thing they have in hope
Rail roads! shout rail roads in soto voice,
And demonstrations Education, Temperance.
All all will vanish from that word, railroads ::
But must go-good bye till we succeed
SCENE VII-Lancaster. Time, evening July
4th, 81. Crowds Of citizens have attended the
/
Sabrina is standing singing heard from hotel
In the distance
Sabrma. How soft this twilight is this
second day
Is to the glaring brightness of the first
As Indian summer with its tints and haze
Unto the scorching heat Of August DAYS
Oh lovely twilight tender evening hour
Sweet melting ridiance music of the day
My heart commues with natures beauties now
This is the time for viol, harp and flute
For melodies, they seem unfity sung
Except by twilight or the yellow moon
Oft have those very voices clear and soft
Stole thro' my window on summers night
And charm my dreams till waking from my
bed
[ rose and sat me- by the window sill,
Most like statue motionlesi and turned
To catch the ovry notes waited from afar.
Enter her friend Pdmelid1
Good evening sweet PAMELA here | am,
As usual, on the verandah.
PAMELA. See my rose
Queen .of-the~ prairie and it is the queen
You ought to see my mothers trels now.
1t is one mass of bloom up to the top;
Ii rests against the south side of our house.
1t is beauty, like yourself, Pamela,
What is the language ofit-do you know?
p. Sabrina never proffer to man
Except he be pure high minded man.
| would not have you speak, for all the world,
The language of this blushing rose in fun
Say did you ever know what yarrow means
| like to give it to some doting fellow,
Who thinks much Of ev'ry trife that
pretty lady deigns to give in sport.
But roses are too much the maiden's symbol
I'll give one when | give my heart and self.
S. PAMELA, how have you enjoyed the day?
p Immensely, if it had not been so hot
But there | stood and sweltered thro' it ALL
| had a seat but gave it to an old
Decrept woman who had lost SON
| tho't she ought to have a seat, poor thing!
s. Did ever? look PAMELA there stands
Zeb
In overalls and milk pail on his arm
He seems to be absorbed let's start him up
I'll ask him what be is about He'll make
Some funny answer as he always does
I've laughed and laughed at some of his re-
marks.
In company I've burst into laugh
As one went through me. Zeb, what troubles
you?
heb. Oh, dear | was thinlxn' what com,
in down it is to have to milk after goin to the
Fourth of July
s. I've no idea he thot so had we been
Rude boys some other answer he had made.
p. We girls have privileges that boys do
not.
s. think we do, but we forego as much.
r. We DO not have to hight,
$. We might as well.
p. | do not think so.
S. You do not reflect.
lis true, they go to battle suffer much.
But those that live, wear glory on their brows.
And those that die, are carved on lasting stone.
But some poor maiden for each one that dies
Must wander thro' this pilgrimage of earth
Unhusbanded, childless and unbeloved
pited thing, a wthered, dry old maid.
Who thinks of their part in these dreadful wars?
do not wonder that in foreign lands
There sprang up nun'ries for these homeless
ones.
Refuses for those maids whose mates slain.
could not go to day staid at home
Tell me PAMELA, what you saw and heard
z. Oh such grand display | never saw.
The bells were FRI ntic and the cannon doomed,
The band sonorous poured from brazen tubes
Notes that transported me with martial thot's,
The horses pranced in gallant, war>like step,
And GORE their riders with naughty pride.
And then the loveliest bevy of sweet girls
To represent the States-you should have
seen
Went riding by beneath a canopy.
Where'er they went all eyes surveyed them;
They made me think Of fairies, graces, nymphs.
s. What OF the speeches and the monument?
| p. | don't think much Of speeches, they'r
tor men.
What DO woman know ofpoitics?
Bat OH the monument it was a sight
That filed my soul with deep solemnity.
The crowd was noisy like the winter woods
So many thousands pressed about the stand
/ The'Governor stepped forth and all was hushed
| Funeral silence brooded as he spoke
And ev'ry syllable dropped like stone.
/ 1t seemed as tho the solemn, faced dead,
1 Whose names arc craven on that marble pile
/ In all their ghastliness stood in the air.
In ev'ry heart was then a solemn pledge.
Twas this: I'VE will be true to you;" those
were
The very words that ev'ry face expressed.
| The women sobbed about me and the men.
Some used their handk erchicfs, all hung their
heads
If one of those reclothed with flesh and blood
Could but come back, what would not you
and |