The National tribune., 1883-05-03
WOHAN'S AUXlLI4RIES
General Need for Such Organizations
An Earnest Appeal for Help, sc.
VIII.

The more the subjecf Of wenan's Auxiliaries
Is acitated, the more important it seems that
such associations should exist in every city,
town aud village IN the country. II is not /
only that the organization is beneficial 20 the
parties enlisted In the work; that ii cnltirates
a fraterlsl and patriotic spirit; but, viewed in
the right light, ii is an imperative duty which
the fying owe TO the dead the surviving friend
and conarade 10 him who has given ali that he
had for orr affairs and our fires. Until these
societies are organized and the friendless are
made TO feel that there are those who would |
divide their sOrr0ws and lift their burdens. VIII
it ever be known how many in every conmu-
nifty stand in need Of encouragement and as
sistance, q friendly service and a generous 1
deed? With the double hope of awakening the |
patriotic women in every part Of the country |
10 the need of organized Efforts for the care of /
their struggling sisters, and 10 give the aI2lf- i
cant opportunity OF reaching The TRIBUNE /
readers and thereby the situation she desires, |
the following letter is given. The name only |
Us withheld but any readers of THE TRIBUNE 4
desiring her services may address her through |
me.
JACKSON, MICH, April Is, ISs3
DEAR MADAM: have read with Interest your /
articles upon womanls work published in The Ma /
TIoSAL TRIBUNE Washington, ID. Z sotr last /
article moved me 10 appeal 10 You for aid, and /
feel that may confide in you. ] ana In search of
employment: assume any responsible position /
where ability and integrity are required. Am a |
competent book-keeper and good copyist. /
worked hard 10 finish nay commercial course, by |
sewing and running a machine which, together 4
with constant worrying. has brought physical |
disabilities and have not the means 20 have my
self properly cared for. Ay only support now is /
what little writing get to do. Every place seems |
TO be fan here and all ltave their friends My last
ray of hope is conferred in tbe thought thai You VIII
DO something for me- Ely either discharged |
from the waT Tor disability. and ny mother now
widow and old, has been sing for pension for
nearly years, but vet has favorable re-
port ] most earnestly be- Of you to your IN
nuence IN procuring position for me. II you can
not get anything there ii might be that they would
want teachers al Aenia az least, teacher /
in bookkeeping; am more thorough in that than
in anytime else although children ina the juvenile
branches could easily teach or ] would like 20 |
serve as eove1ness IA a family. ] can furnish |
good references 10 ciaracter and ability. have
stated everything 10 you clearly, so that you can
conceive az IDEA how aIn situated. Am twenty |
three years Of age and capable Of fulfilling any
engagement satisfactorily. I hope do not bore
you with TINS long letter. bus II seems good 10
speak 20 some one. and you do not seem like a
stranger; and were you NY most intimate friend |
and face 10 face Will me could rot tell yon SO
much. but Cor nay mothers sake am forced 10 |
speak.
The above is but sample Of the many, many
struggling ones who are in sore need Of help
but who clnnot and VIII rot make known their
needs save 10 those who are banded together
10 give then the sympathy and help they stand
for this poor girl and FOR the thousands who,
like her, are LEFT fatheress by the cruel sword,
10 depend too often upon the cold charities of
al unthinking world
GAIL FOR A REUNION POEM.
Simultaneously, from San francisco, Detroit |
and several other points, comes the request for
the poem which follows, and Of which the wri-
ter is the author. Ii is poem which has been
greatly IN demand by the old soldiers, and has
for some years been recitcd at the Campfire
and entertainments of Ohio and Michigan and
States to the West. The gentleman who writes
from San Francisco Is making a collection Of
war poems; a writer from Iowa was present
when it was recited at the Reunion of the Pris-
oners Of War in Detroit year or two since.
As j have no longer copies of the same, give
1t through the columns Of THE TRIBUNE. The
women and men were as one that day; viii
they not be SO now?
MEMORIES OF THE WAR.
Whenever hear the fife and the drum
And the bugies wildly play,
Ny heart is stirred like a frightened bird
And struggles TO break away,
For the tramp OF the volunteers hear,
And the captains sharp command:
sLefti Left! Left" He is near
And drilling his eager band.
For the women and men were at one that day
In purpose grand and great;
But the men are away in n stormy fray
And Tue women must work and wait.
And some as brown as the tawny South,
And some like the dawn were fair.
And here the lad with his girlish mouth,
And there was the beard Of care;
But whether from farm from fold they drew,
From the shop or the schooboy s seat.
Each shouldered his nusket and donned the blue,
And the time with his brogans beat.
And the mother put motherly fears TO fight
And the wife hid her tears away,
For men must fight when the cause is right
While the women IN patience pray.
And now lis the discipline hard and sore
OF the esmp and the march and the chase,
And now rs the ihud andthe crash and the roar,
As the battle creeps on apace.
Oh.4Gooi u Is hard when a ccmrade falls,
With his head al your very feet
While Forward" the voice OF your captain
calls,
And tbs, enemy beats retreat
And Oh! for the mother wife who must see
When tie news Of the battle Is known:
R1hed-Priyate c. Of company c."
While she site IN her grief like stone
here, the pitiless siege and the hunger that
There. the hell Of Resaca waits.
AND the crash OF the shell on the Georgia rocks
As you beat on Atlanta gates;
There are dreams 81 peace That is slow 10 dawn.
OF the burroughs that never come,
There's tie tidings OF grief from letter drawn
And the silence Of lips grown dumb
The words Of your Eoessnsaie you write from
Where he frcathed his life away:
20 say 10 my darling died for the fsr
She blessed when We marched that Gay"
There are cheyroned sleeves for some who may 20.
And a captains straps for few,
And the sesrs Of the hero some may show
When i sounded the last tattoo,
But the HsJtgrsled face on the eneuny's SIDE
With its cold and ghasilg stare.
A. a. that is JEFF OF The posnp ana the pride
OF some who The conflict Share.
And 10, when the enemy lifls the dead
And rifles his breast. ] Necn
There IS a womans face ard the dainty grace
oi the babe lie never has seen.
And Oh, FOR the famine and Oh for the zoe
OF the comrades IN prisoD-pesls:
For lie hunger and thirst, and the fever slow
And tho tortHslng honcsick sense
And Oh Tor the piiautons thai walk by night
And tae plRgBtoms thai walk by day
and The y lllFl Of the brain ia the hopeless fght
Mlth demons that gloat and prey.
AND Oh, Tor the scenes tlaat they loved so well,
That haunted their dying day,
For draGsld from the well that viii never
swell
For breath Of the new-Inown hay.
All wei tlscre arc few who are left we know
OF The many who marched away,
AND the Children who chung 10 our skirts, trow
Are as tail and strong a. they.
There are unmarked graves III the lonely South,
There are spec.rcs that walk AT WILL
But the flag ts2t you saved al the lannon's mouth
IL the das that is over you still.
The Nag through The shot and the shell that
yoa bore,
Ard wrapped in your bloases blue,
The flag that you swOre to defend eVernlore
ls the flag Of the Union. 100.
KATE 3. SHERWOOD,
Pres. Forsyth Post 4 axiliary.