The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1875-06-24

Are they bealen1 Are they beaten ARE they
beaton--"wGit WHILE"
Oh, the trembling and the terror for too soon We
saw our error
They arc baiiled, not defeated we have driven
them back In yaini
And the columns that were scattered, roundt the
eolom that were tattered
Toward tho sullen silent fortress turned therbelt
ed breasts again.
All at once. as we are gazing, 10 the roof OF
Charlestown blazing
They have lr1d the harmless village In an hour
twill be down.
The Lord In heaven confound them, rain his fire
and birthstone Mound them
The robbing, numbering red coats, that would
burn a peaceful townl
They are marching, stern and solemn we can see
each massive column ie.....t
As they near the naked esrth.mound with the
slantlng walls so steep.
Have our soldiers got faint-hearted, and In noise
less haste departed
Are they panic.struck and helpless Are they
palslcd or UleepT
Now the walls they're almost underi scarceA rod
The foes asuuder
Not hrelocR flashed against them up the earth
work they will swarm WY
But the words have scarce been spoken, when the
ofnlnous calm Is broken.
And a believing crash has emptied all the ven
geRnce Of the storm
SO again, with murderous slaughter, pelted BACK
in wards 10 the water, tHr
Fly Pigots running heroes and the frightened
braves of Howei b
And we shout AT last they re done for, its their
barges they have run for; .
Thvy are beaten, beaten, beateni and the oR''les
Y 0ySqrfPowT p ATAYE,At
And we locke /, poor timid creatures; on thorough
oldseliier's features. E H8llN1
Our lips afraid to question, but he knew what we
would ask vF 4 sfqQn
mot sure" he said; keep quiet, --once more,
guess theyn try IT.
Here's damnation to the cutthroats "--then he
handed me his flask,
Saying, GA, you're looking shaky; have adrop of
old Jamaikyi
I'm afesrd therc be more trouble afore the job is
DONE"
SO took one scorching swallow; dreadful faint
felt and hollow,
Standing there from early morning when the nring
vas begun.
All through those hours Of trial had watched
calm clock dial.
As The hands kept creeping, creeping,-they were
creeping round to four,
When the old man said They're forming with
their bayonets fixed for storming:
Ifs the death. grip that's coming,-they win try
the WORKS once more"
with brasen trumpets blarlng, the flames behind
them glaring,
The deadly wall before them. In close array they
come;
Still onward, upward toiling, like dragons fold
uncoling-
Like the rattlesnsKes shrlll warning the reverber
atlng drum
over heaps all torn and gory-shall tell the fear
ful story,
How they surged above the breastworx, as sea
breaks DER deck;
How driven yet scarce defeated, our worn-out
men retreRted.
with their powder horns all emptied like the
swimmers from wreck?
1t has all been told and painted; as for me they
say tainted
And the wooden.legged old Corporal stumped
with me down the stair.
And when swoKe from dreams afrghted the
evening lamps were lighted
On the floor youth ws0 lying his bleeding breast
was bare.
And / heard through all the furry, Send for
wsrrenl hurry hurry
Tell him here's soldier bleeding, and he'll come
and dress his woundI"
All, we knew not till the morrow told It's tale Of
death and sorrow,
How the starlight found him s.iGened on the dark
and bloody ground
Who the youth was, what his name was, where
the place from which he came was,
Who had brought him from the battle, and had
left him at our door.
He could not speak 70 tell U.s. but twas one OF our
brave fellows,
As the homespun plainly showed US which the
dying soldier wore, .. .
For they ell thought nc Was dying. Ss they gath
cred round him crying
And they said, oh, how they'll miss him" and
what usg his mother do?"
Then, his eyelils Iust uncioshg ike childs that
had been doging.
He family murmured. "alotherI"-and--Is saw his
eyes were blue.
why, grandma, how you're winKing!"-Ah, my
thild, 1t sels me thinking .
OF story not like this one. Well, he somehow
lived along;
60 we came to know each other, snd nuIsed him
like a-mother,
Till at last he stood before me, tall and rosy.
checked and strong.
And we sometimes walked together in the pleas
ant summer weather. %.
Please 10 tell us what his name was?"-Just
your own, my little dear,--
There's his picture Copley painted; we became 50
: well acquainted,
That-in short, that's why I'm grandma and you
children all are herel
-.
Misfellaneuus.