National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1879-11-20

courageous conduct Of you men that gained for the
Army of the Cumberland the reputation 1t bears.
The next on the programme was music by
the Marine Band followed by the recitation,
by Miss Annie Story, of the following poem :
The Rock of Chicltamauga.
my EDWARD RENAUD
Under the Southern moon,
Winning deaths bitter boon,
Many n laurclcd brow
Lies calmly sleeping now.
Under Rcsaca's sod,
Where Lookouts heroes trod;
On Chickamauga's plain,
Where Nashvlles fiery rain
Swept the red fields of slain
Deaths silent seal was set.
shilling LIES fume and fret!
These were your comrades true,
These fought and fell for you:
Yc who around me stand,
Men of the Cumberland!
For them no charger neghs;
For them 10 trumpet brays;
For them no lannon's roar
Wakes on that awful shore
Echoes that stir the blood
To fierce surging flood:
Echoes that bursting loud
From the black thunder cloud
Tell of the fiery charge
Up through the battles marge
Yet are they well content
With the dread message sent;
Softly they sleep and we'll
Never their light is spent
Stars in flames armament!
THEY need no funeral knell
For In our heart of hearts
Liic-like each image Starts
We. with loves woven spell
Fresh from those olden days
With words of pride and praise,
With beating heart and brain,
LUZ them TO sleep again
Sleep well sleep well, by mountain steep or valley.
Where songs of birds, or bees with busy humming,
Replace the trumpets sound aud rousing rally,
While frightening shadows tell of Winters
coming!
There whrr of partridge and deep low of cattle
Make music through the golden goEe and heather
Where rang the shout and rout and roar of battle
Soft be your sleep through all thegolden weather
With the fast FILLING leaves
Fame garners up her shcaves--
Leaves for her laurel crown!
From Look out Mountains crest,
Turned to the flaming West,
As from funeral pyre
Framed In its smoke and fire;
Ripe with his rich renown.
Gallant Joe Hooker stands
Seeking for fnirer lands
Seeking nobler crown!
Climbing nobler height,
He looks forth on the night
Leaning In calm content
over Hcav'n's battlement!
Lo, for his deeds sublime
He needs no ringing rhyme;
Cheers for tho long ago
Cheers for old Fighting JoeW
Brothers In arms of those whose death was glory
While Autumn winds fan summers dying
Yet wait on Winters coming old and hoary
And bring the purple vintage OF November
They send you ghostly greeting soft and solemn,
Where no wind blows, with earthly blare and
bluster;
Wheeling in line, from many shining column,
With arms presented, at the Heavenly muster
So think now of one,
nunofS hrlght star 9nd sun,
Who bore the battles siiOsHz
Old Chickamapgas rockW-
Thomas, the tried ana truel
Well was he loved by you.
Ever, whereer he led
Mems brayest blood WAS she'd
Honors kmighteTTant he
BTavely that stalwArt form
Breasted the battles storm
Flower of chivalry!
Stately Of form and fnce,
But with heart OF grace,
ThOm0s, the hero grand,
open of heart and hand
10! when the helnsman Fate
Stccrcd through the Golden Gate
Bearing that life with him
Never did priceless freight
Leave us so desolatG-
Leave life so dark and dim,
With honors brightest gem
Torn from Famc's diadem
know not which is best
10 crown good mans rest
The sanity psalms and mellow organ 'ondiug,
or the deep booming gun
That tells some hon6red son
Has made noble life's still nobler ending,
But this know full WELL
No pOmp, no passing bell
Can make or mar the hcrOs grearnlng glory
with his bright sword for RON
Upon the minds of men
He wrote the record Of his lilGs proud story!
But meath November's sun
HOnors so nObly won
| While through the mighty throng
Surgcd the sweet tide of song
| While the black cannOn's roar
| Rang from the rlYcr.ShOre
| Back to the mighty dome
| Where Freedom holds her home
Did the proud Nation pay;
Aud the bronze statues face
| From freedoms dWellingplaee
| 10 the wide world shall tell
| How Thomas fought and fell
| Fell with his harness on
| Fell ~ ials freedoms son,
| When his lies work is done,
o. EVIL evil day!
| When through the Golden Cato
| He left US dnSulalel
o, friends and foes that sleep In Southern lands,
| ] see the solemn waving of your hands
| o, foes, since frendsIwho hear me now, ~ day,
! ! see you weave the laurel aud the bay;
| Now for the Cheers!--oue ringing cheer with mel
Then crown the herO's namo with three time
three
.deneral Thomas died suddenly in San Francisco
Cal, March % 1870