Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-10-06

appeared entitled "The Turtle, ,
which, although highly numerous
Cid not have large circulation in
the north, whose people failed Il
see any humor in the Performance,
of vessel that threatened the en-
tire American navy with destruc
ton. At this distance of time
however, ii will be better appreci
ated, and as it is most likely new
TO the majority of our readers, wt
reproduce it entire:
1.-THE TURTLE"
caesar, afloat with his fortunes.
And all the world agOg,
Straiaing its eyes
At thing that lies
In the water, like log.
It's a weasel a whale!
/ zee its tail
It's porpoise polywog!
"Tarnation! it's turtle!
And blast my bones and skin,
Orelse you'll think her
regular terror-pin.
The bombs they whistled well,
With q sugar stick
| They didn't phase her shell!
"Phf, from the creatures larboani-
And dipping along the water
| bullet Missed
From a wreath of mist
Into Doodles quarter.
'sRaff, from the creatures starboard-
Ripfrom his ugly shorter,
And the Congress and
The Cumberland So
Sunk, and nothing-shorter.
..Now, here's to you. Virginia,
And you are bound To win,
BY your way of bobbing round
And your way OF pitchin' in
For you are a cross
OF tile old sea-horse
Aud a regular terr0r-pin. "'r-
The poet discreetly dropped the
subject there. 1t would not have
been so fiattering tO southern pride
to have told how, Immediately after
the sinking of the old wooden war
ships, the Turtle" encountered u
cheese bnx and had its she'll so bad
ly broken that it steamed into Nor
folk harbor and never after made q
fighting demonstration.
Still later ON in the war. and when
StonewaH JacksOn's name mad be-
cOane known the world over, ap-
peared poem, II cannot be called u
song, that was exceedingly popular /;
il WAS entitled "StoneWall Jackson y
Way" Its deseriptiyely as graphic
as anything the war produced.
Here is a passage from 1T:
I'VE see him now-the old slouched hat,
Cooked DER his eye aslxew,
The Shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat,
So calm, so blunt, so true.
Ehe Blue Light Elder knows 'em well;
says be, That's Banlzs3he's fond of SHELF;
That's Stonewalf Jackson's way.
"silenee ground arms kneel al. caps on.
Old Blue-Lights going to pray!
Strange the fool that dares TO scott!
Attention Its his way,
Appealing from his native sod,
uIloF1ad Louperfs to God--sf~- -
Lay bare thine arm. stretch forth thy rod :,
AmenP That's StOnewalls way" a
But of all the poems of the war,
produced on either side, nothing, in
our judgment, equaled the poem en-
titled "Call All Call All!" which
appeared early in the war i'm the
Rockingham (Ya.1 Register. 1t
breathes the fiery spirit of war. 1t
was not an appeal to patriotic pride
to fight for home and Preside. 1t has
the wildcat and tiger spring in it,
and we venture that the hand that
held the pen that wrote it handled
some of the Staying machines which
il suggests as a means of defense. 1t
is literally hot from the he'll of hate.
Here it is:
"CALL ALL! CALL ALP
BIZ "GeOrgid."
''WhoOp! the boobies have broken loose,
Roaring round like the very deuce
Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack
After EN-, boys, and drive EN- back.
Bulldog, terrier, cur and fee,
Back to the beggarly land OF ice;
Worry 'em, bite 'en, scratch and tear,
Everybody and everywhere.
"Old Kentucky is caved from under,
Tennessee is split asunder, ...
Alabama awaits attack, .F
And Georgia bristleS up her back.
'Old John Brown is dead and gone!
Still, his spirit is marching on
Lantern -jawed and legs, my boys
Long as an apes from Illinois!
want weapon Gather brick,
Club OF cudgel, or stone or stick;
Anything with a blade or butt,
Anything that can cleaYe or cut.
Anything heavy, or hard, or keen!
Any sort of n staying machine!
Anything with a willing mind
And the steady arm OF a man behind.
"Want weapon? Why, capture one!
Every Doodle has got gun,
Belt and bayOnet, bright and new;
Kill a Doodle and capture two!
shoulder to shoulder, son and sire!
All, call all to the feast of fire
Mother and maiden, and child and slave,
a common triumph or single grave"