The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1881-07-02
LIBERTY.
BY GASKELL.

There is music in the very word
liberty, arising from the associa.
lions it reminds us of and the ideas
to which it gives rise. At the sound
OF it we feel the form to instinct
lively expand and the heart to grow
Dold and valiant for the right. It
brings back to memory historical
scenes OF long ago, of all ages and
cilIne, wherever man has resisted
the usurpatiOns and cruelties of ty-
rants and monsters; and where will
we not find the good and the evil.
the serpent OF some form or other,
TO mar the existing harmony. It
suggests lust of conquest and de-
fence of right, the wrong of one
avenged by the uprising of many.
There is much of buncombe and
buster about it, especially at this
time OF the year, when the rooster
OF Yankeedom, in clarion tones,
sends forth loud notes of defiance to
tyrantS and oppressors of all lands
and chimes; when Uncle Samuel
struts about in all the dignity
of long, swallow-tailed, brass
buttoned coat, daring all Gre
alton to tread ON its trail
ing grandeur. o, the marching
and countermarching, the dust and
perspiring and confusion of our
younger days, as in tight-buttoned,
red tailed lace striped uniform and
enormous pompOm, we valiantly
charged the Water-barrel, or running
stream, to quench our burning
thirst for glory. How we cheered
to the echo the orator who spoke of
our chasing thousand and two put
ting ten thousand to flight. We
would make a very Waterloo of
every patch of sunfowers we
charged in our daring, cork-screw
evolutions; aud the strong chickens
and dogs that got in our way would,
panic-stricken, incontinently fly to
the outrageous shade of rail fence
or COW shed. Ali what science in a
charge on watermelon patch!
With sword, CORY in luscious Juice
from point to hilt, we would pant
forth in defiant words, slightly ut
tered, of the romantic outlaw Rod
eric Dhue.
Come one, come all! See melons fly,
Eat all you can and meier say die.
AS long as button holds to cloth,
or your true falchion keeps an
edge, till vanquiShed at last
yet DESTROYS that others cease not
the generous strife, we gasp forth
as did the dying Marmion, "Charg0
boys, charge! On Charley, Onw as
long as you've room for more storage
of victory and melon.
And then the girls! How brightly
they would welcome the conquering
heroes, fresh from fields of daring
and danger and destruction. What
cOquettish glanceS they would cast,
and what strange commotion they
would throw the YictorS into, as
laugh, and gibe and compliment
went round, as merry marriage
bells seemed to tinkle in every heart
and give impetus to the dancers
flying feet. All me- no need of pearl
powder and rouge and rose bloom.
to make them beautiful to our
chivalTic eyes; the merry cadenceS
of nil thful voices were far more
to our yanquishment than
the trying dangers of flood and field,
of water ditch and shade tree, and
the far more formidable cavorting
of the fiery, untamed mustangs Of
our modern BayardS.
But alasl Those glOries have de-
parted, no more to agftate the fit
full current of our life stream. AS
the glories of the Great City
were knelled, so are those days de-
parted from US, remembered only by
their lingering echoes. No longer
bayonet and blunderbusS, horse
marines and monitors, mingle with
the future glories of Zion in our
dreams Of the misty future; for the
cry hath gone forth of danger to our
nation, by such warlike celebration
of her natal day, and perish! yes, ten
thousand times perish! the warm
glow of a militiaman's breast, as he
nobly and self-sacrifcingly meets
the stream of dust, so plentifully
and generously distributed on all
lines Of procession, rather than that
a,,aI, xrolionE fao1.C CbonId oriso