The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1867-11-14

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"Whsn 1ic44ond Il 01rs.
etYH16i NHdondl lhis cdfs, nnrSother,
when tie stkfS Ind Stripes pdSlt over the
rebel Capisplls I xM eene hone-aeain." !" (,
Wheni hhosld that he2 d Not ithen.,
with Fair Oaks yet unburied aaeaasAl
withb the spettiehtiAf s*aAnps Of TIE
q licRa1onihy'sssswn NTH ne bonesof
6hioA saorsts. Il eaas;5t sthek;; 1wshsn the
srana'afmy 'of ~ Potomac, .wahsed by
pestilence, buHst and sword, ihxd iOughtl
wearily through 7MSse seven 1dsys, fhlia
ing slowly skack nom where dad sAA'
dying comrades called loudly o. he
nation Tor succout for the brave old nag
and sshseaacsa on liss si5ss. No no, ,
then ,eyeh wlsh fiss6 Me hilas end Va
lasa ~ ~ Grexasst ssksis- -aa=afT --S Tssang
by thousafas III ahswer to that cry.
Not until thousands more Of brave hearts
had csassds 10 best thelifs- blood oftkou-
sands zznors sfAIstberty's brave Sons
drenched thy hlssd-s1sillsd SOIL, O, Wiz.
niay and thsuhands moro a. martyrs
gone tapleAd our cause with 0od! fo II
0, Columbia, Columbia !-with what .
price lsast chou been redcemedi ai 3atiA
Yetfn Cook good time It was TO be,
and Charlie craig looking forward with
strong faith and youthful enthusiasm,
had set that time ~ the limit of his alb
sence from tAd hbme thDd fsiendsof his
childhood, and the widowed mother SO
3{hderly loved.
Out over THE golden harvest field, the
summer sun glanced and cleaned;
through the waving grain and luxpriant.
meadows, the thick ,~lje1se4s 4he 4s
and the graceful clinging vines, the
summer breeze sighed and rustled,
touchiAg sRith its sott hPeetl,s OhsFlis's
ss:.,.. ;,s:sss sna ..g. as.:s I'd .ssi; ,ss;
ldier cap. Almost glorious in Its
bhthful beauty seemed that fsce lighted
up byits1dllE p1trioi&hs ssnd holy en-
( thsiasm.
Was it any wonder that the mothers
heart shb,Ad shrihlss at the Thought of
that fair young head laid low by rebel
bullets, perhaps trampled in the dust
beneath horses' iron hoofs, and he her
youngest born, the sole rcmaining child
OF the many God had given her: Who
can wonder that in the last sad hour Of
parting she should quail and shrink
itOm the sacrifice depiandsd? III 7 4 /
Her sire had fought at Bunker Hill,
and far back in memory was stamped
scene when during the last war the
fathers trembling hand had laid in
blessing on an elder brothers head ere
sending him out to fight the naughty
Briton in his stead-that brother whose
grave among the New Hampshire hills
bore the inscription,-"Fe ut Platts-
burg-aged sixteen years." ~Er
Love Of country, had been born witt,
hcr-had grown With her growti, and
with her strength, and
when from the battle-fields Of the South
came the earnest cry, "brothers come
and help u.s." rousing all the revolution
ary blood In her boys heart, and he had
said earnestly
"My country needs me, mother, can /
go? GB8&A VI 8eRaAa II $a#
Wheu her heart would have excused
hin, with the plea, ~'he is too young-
only sixteens', she silenced 1t with the
memory of that patriot brothers. grave;
Ind sitting that cry of agony, which
had rose almost to her lips, even as her
aged father had blessed his boy, SO she
gave hers to her country.
But when the last haur came-when,
With banners waving, the grand strains
ofmartial music filling the soft summer
air, he had stopped just one moment for
last good bye, the yearning which
would not be stifled, had forced from
her lips that crys- EAH 8aE af1s
"Oh, my darling. when shall we meet
again. l.., 5fe...~6, Ma ..ss .ss...r.. .
And he, strong in his youthful enthu-
siasnl, had answered. seH as
when Richmond is ours, mother,
when the Stars and Stripes wave over
the rebel capitol. I win come home
again." Hsa
Can you wonder that she said, -
"When, o when will that be-" es :
And his answer was re "
God knows best; suffering, and per-
,heps death lie between now, and then,
hui in Ms own good time It shall be."'
eOh ColambiA, Columbia! we'll mayst
thou come forthin thy born beauty,
mighty In thy renewed strength whom
such sacrifices ~ these have been laid
freely upon thy Altar I s,s's II IN, ii !
o boy patrieG iby devotion like thine,
,by the suffering, the lifH-blood of such
hearts has our country been redeemed
from the manacle and chain, the scourge
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