Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-05-31

DAILY Post NfELLIgElOBR.
TKIBITE TO IIsCoIs.
A. The late Army Of the Potomac re-
union, George Alfred Townsend read
the original poem following
Civil soldiers rs-assembled
BY the river of your fame,
Ye who saved the virgin city
Eathed In washipgton's clear name.
Which Of all your past commanders,
Doth this dzy your memory haunt,
Scott. MacDoveil, Burnside. Hooker.
Meade, Mcclellan. Halleck, Grant!
There Ia one too little mentioned
When your proud reunions come
And tbs thoughtful lore Of country
Dies upon the sounding drum.
Let me call him ia your muster.
Let me wake him Ia your arief,
CAPTAIN By YOUR Constitution.
Abram Lincoln was Jour chief.
Ever nearer TO his person
Ye were his defending shield,
He alone Of your commanders
Died upon the bstfIeneios
All your generals were his children
Leaning on him, childish wIllec,
And them all were Eiial rnOurners
Around the mighty tomb be filed.
Tender ~ the harp of David.
His soft answer nov become,
When amid the course Of kingdoms
Rise and fell some Absaiou.
And his hurnor eilds bis memory
Lake light within tent
On the gunken Sun that fingers
On the lofty monument.
Like the star thst saw tbs sun rise
With his face toward the west,
Az il flashed while yst il was hidden
On slender s;eepls's crest.
So while victory turned her from hirfS'
Ere the dawn in welcome came
On his pen emancipation
Glittered like an altar flame.
Feeling for the doomed dsserter,
Feeling for the drafted sire
For the empty northern hsarthstone,
Aud the southern home afife.
America kept him grim "a Moloek,
All the future babes TO free,
And eternal peace ~ garner
For the millions yet 20 be,
Not soldier Of the classics,
He could zee through learned pretense,
Master OF the greatest science.
Military common sense.
Az be watched your marches, comrades
Hi.hsr, thither, Maynard years
A. A., 4e Coll
You can trace him by his tears.
In the rear the people clamored,
In the front the generals missed,
In his inner councils harbored
Critic andantagonist.
Bot he ruled them by an instinct
Lake the queens among the bees,
With a health Of soul that honeyed
Publicans and Pharisees.
Faint OF faith we looked behind az
For chief of higher tome,
While the voice that drowned the trum-
fpets-
Was the echo of our own.
Ever thus my old companions
Genius has as by the hand.
Walking on tbs tempest with us
Every crisis to command
Like the bugle blown at enemy
BY come homesick son of art,
Lncoln's words, unoarthly CULVER
In the universal heart.
Not a echo Iisps Of malice,
Scarce Of triumph In the strain,
Az when summer thunder rnurmurs
In pathetic showers Of rain.
Years forever consecrated,
Here he lived where duties be,
Never crying on the climate,
Or the tolls monotony.
Here bis darling boy be buried.
And the night in guild he wept.
Like the Lord within the garden,
When the tired disciples slept.
How his call for men went ringing
Round the earth mighty bell
And the races OF creation
Came, the proud revolt to qoell.
Standing In the last reaction
On the rock of human rights,
Worn and mournful grew his features
In the flash Of battle lights.
Once like Moses from the mountain,
Looked he on the realm he won,
When the slaves in burning Richmond
knelt and thought him Washington.
Then an envions trio snatched him
From the theater OF things
To become saint Of nature
La the pantheon OF kings.
Faded are the golden chariots
Vanished IL the pride Of war,
Mild In heaven his moral glory
Lingers like the morning star.
And the frecnan's Zion OF cotton,
Where his spirit seems 20 be.
And the insects in the harvest
Sound the army's reveille.
All arosnd him crashed the thunder
OF the war for human rights
From country boy we raised him
To tho Nations peerless nights.
Stand around your great commander,
Lay aside your little fears.
Every Lincoln carries Freedoms
Car along hundred years.
Aud when next the call for soldiers
Rolls along the golden belt
hook TO sec = mighty column
Rise and march, prevail and melt.
wmEkEH TINE ErN.
An awful mash,
A little crash.
Two hearts that beat as one.
Amt got cent
To pay the rent.
Col darn II, where's the fun?
urAu Tfsa Story.
They sat around the White House
stove yesterday. says the Salt Lake Fri
bsws, swapping lies, and when Jackson
had exhausted his store Jones opened
his sample case and began:
81 was down In Water Canyon. south.
east Nevada, las; fall. near Mormon
Spring. where the water PUSHES through
and under a mountain thirty i've miles
across
Tunneled, perhaps" said Jackson.
No. it's natural water course, aud
comes out boiling on tother side, then
runs Cd In bic stream"
How does IL perforate the mountainyr