The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1868-10-29


oh Dist. H. MELLETT, of Henry.
10Th Dist-MILO s. HAsCALL, of Elkhart.
IItb Dist-ROBERT s .DWIGGINS, OF Laporfet fl
TEAR DOWN THE PLANTING LIE ,,
Comprehend papers have often quoted
from a piece of poetry published in the
New York Tribune several years ago,
headed, Tear down gthe Haunting ne,
and the Tribune's editor, Mr.. Greeley,
has been very severely censured by them,
thew believing him to be its author. 1t
turns out now that Charles G. Halpine,
better known as Miles O'Reilly,' was
the writer of the poetry, who has al
WAYS been democrat of the war school
stripe. Mr.. Greeley, between whom
and Mr. Haipine exists the closest init
macy, however bore all the abuse heaped
upon him rathers than give the author's
name. We make this statement for the
reason thst the Inst number Of the fLl-i
gonier Banner attributes the quotation
to Republicans Mr.. sHalpine wrote
great deal Of poetry, and the following
from his pen will be recognized by many
of the boys in blue,' as vivid picture
of the march through the Carolinas. we
advise all to give the vers es below pc
rusal. They will forcibly remind those
vino marched down to the sea- that on
next Tuesday they are to meet the same
old sgrayb who opposed their
march on that occasion y Boys, sSher
man is with u.s. Grant is with u.s.
Thomas is with u.s. Logan Is with u.s.
and all the gallant men Of the old Union
army are with u.s. Do your duty, and
vote as you shot
"A pillarrire By night, AAt&&gAa Nv ~
pillar of smoke by day,
Some hours of m,rch--then a halt to fight,
And hold our way
Some hours Of march-then halt to fight,
As hold our onward way.
Over mountain and plain and stream,
To some bright Atlantic bay,
With anash in the morning beam,
We hold fsstai way;
With our arms aAash with the morning beam,
We hold our check less way.
There Is terror whereger we come, 8. - ) =
There is terror and wild dsmay
When they the Old Fag and he the drum
Annc uuces us on the way; T#8s
When they see The Old Fag and hear the drum
Beating time way.
Never unlmber gun
For those villanous lines in gray;
Draw sabres, and in 70 them ON the run ~
It's thus clear way;
Draw sabrss, and soon You will see them run,
As we hold our cheekess way.
The loyal Who long have been dumb,
Are loud in their cheers to-day,
And the old out their crutches come
To hold our way;
And the old men out their crutches come
To bless upon way.
Around Is, ia rear and tanks,
Their futile squadrons play,
With forty-nile front of steady ranks.
We hold our serried way; b s. - = - Z
With forty mile front of glisning ranks,
Our BANKERS clear the way.
rE4Uwprs v. ~ aANt-1H
Here the spattering ERE that starts
From the woods and copses grayi
There is just enough fighting to quicken our hearts,
Aswe froic along the way
There is just enough fighting to warm our hearts,
As We rattle along the way.
Upon different roads abreast,
The heads of columns gay,
With hutterins Gags, all forward pressed,
Hold their conquerng way;
With futtering flags to victory pressed,
We hold glorious way.
All, traitors who Dragged so bold
In the sad hours early day,
Did nothing predict you should ever behsid
The Old Flag come this ways
Did nothing predict you should yet behold
The old banner come back this way7
By heaven it's gala march,
IT'S picnic OF Aplay; svx@ v~EY
ofail;our long xkS N the cro~sine sreh, % .
Hip, hip for Shermans wayi
OF AL our loue war this crowns the arch
For Sherman's march harrah!