Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1882-05-02

Well they might These guns-the manurac-
ture of menarchic nations-the trophies OF
freedoms battlefield, had been guarded for
ninety years by the descendants of those TO
whom the victor of that battlefield had given
them. and they had now returned to the spot
of their capture to blaze anew with the flames
of patriotic fire. and to reawaken the echoes OF
the bluffs, that a hundred years ago heard
their tones.
century had passed away
Since Yorktown's grand surrender day
A hundred years OF mighty change
Had come and gone with wonders strange
Times cycle rolling round again,
Had filed anew the battle plain
The famous field Of freedoms birth
Resounds in turn with songs of mirth;
Not now as combatants arrayed,
These soldiers come with flags displayed;
AS brethren here they come to meet.
Renew their troth aud kinsmen greet.
The call had come to every State,
To send its sons to celebrate
The huudredth round of annual glee
Since Yorktown's victory made us free.
The call was heard from far and wide,
They Jealous feelings lay aside,
Assembled where their fathers fought
And welcome each other as they ought.
See DER the plain which Freedom won
In seventeen hundred eighty-one-
A century gone-the autumn's sun
Shines on the mighty host.
They come from North, from South, from
West,
To meet as brothers-to put to test
A patriots feelings pure and best
Each others love to toast
Each sections represented there:
The Old Thirteen with special care
Have looked to see their soldiers share
In patriotic joysl
Nay more. their younger sisters too
or hor xuba
Now old enough their part to do
In revelry and noise.
Some are away, not present all;
Some pay no heed to country's call;
Where's Georgia? Where's Savannahs sons?
Our Empire State, our citizensS
Conspicuous by their absence both;
Is it work or negligence. or sloth,
That keeps our Georgians away?
We've plenty of brave troops at home,
And there they staid and wouldn't come
To join the Unions grand array.
Small honors are due to Georgia's chief,
Who-there himself-brought ne relief;
Less credit to her men,
That when old Yorktown's day arrived,
Her sons in town nor country strlved
To do their duty then.
Our corps there the Oldest. best,
OF near century's years possessed,
Tn Georgia honored-Savannah's pride,
Modest but worthy-all others aside
The absence of the rest supplied.
With them thev took the storie1 guns
The Father of His Country gave.
Which they through ninety ANIMAL suns
In peace and war had claimed to save.
Strongly they felt the patriot call,
And though they could not carry all.
Their sge, their honored historys claim
Could not withhold them without blame.
Not Wheaton's, CIarke's nor Harmon's fate
To reap the honorS of this date
Twas Walkers luck to whom it fell
Who bore the Rattery's honors we'll
And brought it home again TO tell
OF Yorktown's scenes.
We read the account with real pride,
And envied him and them their ride.
All praises then, to Walker be!
who all the famous sights did seet
And kept in the thickeSt of the glee,
Even drank and lnnched in grand company;
Who led his men with such renown,
On Yorktown's field and Norfolk town.
They could not spend a dime nor crown;
And all things else did up 50 brown!
TITS the festal day of Uncle Sam,
And we shall see who gets the palm;
The summons comes to fall in line,
And thousands strive to obey the sign.
The country's heads, the nations guests
Germans and French and British, too
Await the line of march, as it rests,
And strive TO see and hear it through.
With trumpet's blare and bugle note,
And noise OF drums the air sfloat
And tramp and shout, near and remote
The ancient town of Little York
Is filed with dust and noise and din;
The march begins-the Chathams are In,
Honored above the rest they've been.
See proudly move the little hand
Through heat and dust and flying sand,
Shoulder to Sunderland to hand
Their cannon dragging at their side,
The gift Of Washington their pride
No other citizen batteries ride.
Though few in numbers-small in size,
They more than hold their own,
The cynosure of others eyes,
10 wins them honor, and the prize
Is given them alone
See how it was and how it came.
And how it brought them worthy fame.
The line is made to halt while
The nation's guests are called to see:
Our battery stops in front of stand.
Where all the grandees are at hand.
It's honors now begin to thicken.
And every Chatham's blood to quicken.
As noble Hancock. the brave and true
Who showed his pluck and honor too
To shield the South when none or few
Would grant our cause what was its due,
Drew notice to our little CORPS
Who blushinely their welcome bore
Commended their gallantry before
The assembled guests-dsplayed their guns
To Lafayette, Rochambeau, Steuben-sons
OF those who fought with our Washingtons.
The scene was grand. the honors great,
Those who were there will thank their fate
The aosentees will regret they were late
Loud hail the Chathams honors new
They all deserve them. though hut few
In person than did share
Upon their banner, let them place
Old Yorktown in the year of grace,
$751;
And when Centennial comes again,
Well go, and cary all our men,
Not leaving one to spare.
The last train left the grounds at ten
O'Clock and a merry party was on board, the
trip to the city being enlivened with songs
and merry laughter.
GEORGIA HUssARs.
The dashirg Hussars, under command of
Captain W. W. Gordon, rendezvoused on
their parade ground at four O'clock and as
usual, made an attractive display, showing
full ranks After forming, they made a short
parade through the principal streets, and
proceeded to the Park extension, where in
spection and drill followed. The Husssrs
will have their May picnic on Thursday, the
9TH,