The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-06-24


into spray.
Then we cried, 'The troops are routed! They
are beat--it can't be doubtedl
God be thanked, the fight is over !"--Ah! the
grim old soldiers smile!
"Teil us. tell us why you look So p I'VE could
hardly speak, we shook SOY
care they beaten? Are they beaten? ARE
they beaten pr" Wait while.''
oh the trembling and the terror for too soon
we saw our error;
They are bafled, not defeated; we have
driven them back in vain;
And the columns that were scattered, round
the colors that were tattered,
Toward the sullen silent fortress turn their
belted breasts again.
All at once, as we are gazing, 10 the roots of
Charlestown blazing
They have fired the harmless village; in an
hour it will be down!
The Lord in heaven confound them, rain his
hre and brimstc he round them,-
The robbing, numbering red-coats, that would
burn peaceful town! .
They are marching, stern and solemn; we can
see each massive column
As they near the naked earth mound with the
slanting walls so steep.
Have our soldiers got faint-hearted, and in
noiseless haste departeds
Are they panic-struck and helpless Are they
palsied or asleep?
Now! the walls they're almost under! scarce
q rod the foes asunder!
Not irelock flashed against them up the
| earthwork they will swarm!
But the words have scarce been spoken, when
the ominous calm is broken,
| And believing crash has emptled all the ven
geance of the storm
So again, with murderous slaughter, pelted
backwards to the water,
Fly Pigot's running heroes and the frightened
braves Howe;
And we shout, "At last they're done for, it's
their barges they have run for;
They are beaten, beaten, beaten; and the bat
ties over now ~
rough Old soldiers features,
Our lips afraid to question, but he knew what
we would ask:
'sNot sure,'' he said 'keep quiet, -onoe more,
guess, they'll t'y it,
Here's damhation to the cut-throats then
he handed me his flask,
Saying "Gal, you're looking shaky; have a
drop If old Jamaiky;
Pm afeard there'll be more trouble afore the
/ Job is done -
Sol took one scorchng swallow dreadful tain,
Standing there from early morning when the
firing was begun.
All through those hours of trial had watched
q calm clock dial,
As the hands kept creeping, creeplng--they
were creeping round to TOUR,
When the old man said, "They're forming
with their bayonets fixed tor storm ng;
It's the death grip that's colning,-they will
try the works once more"
With brazen trumpets baring, the flames be.
hind then, glazing,
The deadly wall before them, in close array
they come;
, Still onwsrd, upward toiling, like dragon.
, Like the ra,tlesnake's shrill warning the re-
verberating drum
Over heaps all torn and gory-shall | tell thu
fearful story,
, How they surged above the breastworks, as
sea breaks over deck;
How driven, yet scarce defeated, our WOfn-ou
men retreated,
: Wit their powder-horns all empted, like tn
swimmers from wreck
1t has all been told and painted; as for me
they say tainted,
9 And the wooden-legged old Corporal stumpe'
with me down the stair,
1 And when woke from dreams afrighted tn
evening lamps were lighteo,-
t On the floor a youth was lying; his bleedin
breast was bare.
And heard through all the furry, "Send 70
- Warren hurry hurry
Tell him here's soldier bleeding, and he ,
. come and dress his wound ~
All, we knew not till the morrow told its tai
o OF death and sorrow,
How the starlight found him stifened on tn
dark and bloody ground.
Who the youth was, what his name was, wher
!. the place from which he came was,
Who had brought him from the battle, and ha
a left him at our door,
He could not speak to tell US; but twas one
= As the homespun plainly showed us which th
dying soldier wore.
For they all thought he was dying, as the
e gathered round him crying
And they said, ooh how they'll miss him
n and, "What triH his mother do r.
Then, his eyelids just unclosing, like child
q that has been doing.
He .aintly murmured, Mother! "-and-T ga
his eyes were blue.
-ssWhy grandma, how you're winking y"
&c All. my child. it sets me thinking
OF story not like this one. Well, he SOM
- how lived along;
So we came to know each other, and nurse
IVA him like Another,
Till at last he stood before me, tall and ros
Id checked, and strong.
Id And we sometimes walked together in q
pleasant summer weather.
ey -'splease to tell US what his name was I"
Just your own, my little dear
he There's his picture Copley painted; We
came so well acquainted,
That--in short, that's why I'm grandma, a
ng YOU children all are here!
Del --------
- Murder by q Burglar.
William Friederburg, grocer, livi