Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1870-05-08
at the head Of reports and editorials
In f~bdEOufharn Drpss-

at the head Of reports and editorials
In theSOuthern press.
As an example OF the Interest 1t
aroused, we may mention that Dr.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, IN his lively
lecture on the " Songs of the War
spoke of "StOneWall Jackson's Way"
as by far the best song that had come
from the rebel side. Another writer
cites it as a fine example Of the true
and stirring ballad, comparing II
with Whittier's w~ell-knOWn " Bar
bara Freitehie.D Aleading New York
Journal once characterized it as "a
ballad that will live as long a the
war is remembered and PsanGm's
Monthly has twice pointed to il as a
genuine inspiration MOI has us
lame been confined to this country. a
literary nobleman of England wrote
TO an American poet requesting him
to procure, if possible, an autograph
copy Of the song.
In every place it has appeared an
anonymously, except in Miss MaSOn's
compilation, published in Baltimore;
by her it IS enormously aSerIOea 70
one De Riviere.' OF course, Its text,
by frequent reprinting, has suffered
much damage at the hands OF printers
and proofreaders, with the exception
of the original draft in the Repabt8-
can, and a copy furnished long after
ward by the New York Round IGote,
the one here given Is the only correct
copy eve printed.
In Virginia the authorship has
commonly been attributed to a very
uncertain lady" The legitimate
parent of the song is a well-known
journalist and magazine writer, for
merly of Baltimore, whose name Is
familiar to the readers Of the Allan
tic MOnthLV: and many ladies and
gentlemen of that city are eognizant
Of the facts here first made public,
setting forth the true story Of Stone
wall JaeksOn's Way"
sTOSEwALL IAcKsON's Way
Come, stack arms, meni Pile on the rails,
Stir up the campfire bright!
No matter II the canteen fails
Wen make a roaring night
Here Shenandoah braWls along.
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong,
To swell the brfgade's rousing song
OF StOnewall JacksOn's way.
We see him now: the queer slouehed hat
Cooked Ger his eyes asksw;
The shrewd, dry smile; the speech 50 pat,
So calm, so blunt, SO truei
me eQLcOlQ ElueE AuOWh LnCAA NNA
SAYS he. That's 3 nks-he's fond Of SHELF
Lord save his soul! Wen give him"-WsHi
That's Stonswa1 JacksOu's way
suenee! Ground armsi Kneel all! Caps on
Old B~lue-lights going to pray
StrunRIe the fool thatd ares to scOR-
AttentiOni It's his way
Appealing from his native sod,
n fOrnIG PdupeTis, 10 4
LAY bare Thine armsl Stretch forth Thy
Amen p that's stonewaIPs way.
Hes in The saddle now. Fall int
Steady the whole Brigade
Hiu's at The Ord-cut on. Well win
His way out, bail and blade.
What matter 10 our shoes are WOrn2
What matter If our feet are tornf
Quick suepi We're with him before morn!
That's StOnewau JAcksOn's way
The suns bright lsnees rOut the mists
or morning; and, by GsOrgei
Here's Longstreet struggling In the lists,
Hemmed IN an ugly gorge.
Pope and his Yankeesi-WhiDPed before,
"Bay'nets aud grapet" hear StOn ewan roar.
Charge, stuart! Pay OF AshIey's score,
In StOnewall Jacksons way
All, maiden, wait, and watch, and yearn,
For news Of StOnewall's band;
All. widow read, with eyes that burn,
Tina ring upon Thy hand;
All. wife sew 90, pray on, hope ON
Thy life shall not be all fOrlOrn-
The foe had better ne'er been born,
That acts in way
Enough comparatively young at his death,
he was old in his ways, and in the affections
of his men.