The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1868-08-27
- THE LAST INSULT TO VALOR.
b SIMPLE POEM ADDRESSED TO HIS MUTI.
LATED FELLOW SOLDIERS.
BY A BOY IN BLUE.

FldS pour NOulUGu CDIllI dlGS,
Did you think your work was done
When yeu crawied home, sick and ragged,
From the fields your prowess won
No, you still are held to service,
And as clowns of Factions ring,
Nier traitors than you couqaercd
Lying ballads bid you sing.
TCtter forward on your crutches.
With your empty coat-sIeeves come,
Hurry up your shot torn bodies
At the tap Of Shoddy's drum.
Though your limbs to prop the Union,
You gave freely, that was naught
Split your throats to serve the scoundrels
Who were stealing while you fought.
To the Blundercr Of Vienna,
To the Tibet Of New Orleans.
And to On-to Richmond Greeley,
Shout ecsta,ic L. Pneaus!
Swjnders, imCeciles, and cowards,
Claim your voices. votes aud souls:
Dress your ranks, the word is 'Music,v
Ana Thad. Stevens calls the rolls.
win We have these men for masters?
Shall they lead you through the land
Like a caravan of monkeys
Taught to caper at command?
Gallant hearts, whose victor thunder
AT AEllSldIO 6QOOk lEc Skies,
Will you glorify the negro.
And give melody TO lies
Make reply, we shattered heroes,
Against Rebel cannon flung
By our soft-sh,l, Alexanders
And mock Caesars cast in dung2
Tell your white-livered insulters
BY the God of Battles. No!
That the stars Of Wars grand theatre
Cannot twinkle in their show!
While on rogues, who shaved your ratious.
Party's choicest favors fall,
Speculation farms your musclcs,
Late the Unions living wall.
Dressed IN motley TO be stared az,
Aud by sordid greed kept down,
You just live by carrying bundles
Liveried lackeys Of the town!
Tell the world. my labeled comrades,
What returns per week you bring
To the Radicals who slave yor,
For whose chiefs yon're asked to sing:
How they grudge you meagre wages,
How they fatten on your sweat;
and What carse you have to warble
On the pittauce which You get?
Tel the world Potomac veterans.
Who SO grldgingly were given
Leave TO labor for the nation
10 whose vanguard sou have striyen,
What your taskmasters decided.
When their spies the tidings bear
That you meant to vote for Seymour
And the army's idol, Blair
How they damned you and discharged YOU
With a malice born of hell,
Because heart, vote, and Conscience,
AT their beck you would not sell;
AnG o! don't forget to mention
How your ballots under seal
Sent from Richmond for Mcclellan.
Stanton's tools were hired to steallf
Bear in mind the seventeen thousand
Soldiers votes, all good and true,
That for "little Mac" were given
By his whole-souled boys in blue
You all know how they were Cancelled,
And their bearer lodged in Jail,
Lest the white mans cause should triumph
And the New Rebellion fail.
Have we lost our lights. brave brothers,
And is this, indeed, the end
To be outcast in the country
We enlisted to defend7
Shall the blacks who stuck to treason
Till the tide of battle turned,
With the help Of Northern sharpers,
Rule the roost while we are spurned +?
Let rs answer in November
As true men should answer knaves;
As the martyred dead would answer.
Could the question pierce their graves,
Let US show the bloated upstairs,
VINO by black votes hope to reign,
That the Union saved by bullets.
We with ballots will sustain
The "SoldieT Messengers" of New Yorl
are hired at starvation wages by a COMPANY o
Radical monspolists, who pay them from SS |,
81 week each, and have recently tried to Gu
dewn that miserable pittance
I At the Presidential election of 1884 N,
soldiers ballots for "little Mac" were stosme,
out of the envelopes by Government spies an,
Lincoln ballots substituted in their stead an,
1000 Votes, in one batch, were stslen from
Cel- NORTH IN Baltimore, the Colonel himsel
into