The National tribune., 1884-09-11
Conversation Club.

CONVERSATION tlub.
SWEET SIXTEEN, MORE OR LEss-sENsrBLE
ENTIMENTs-QUEsTIoNs FOR THE CLUB.
DEAR CONVERSATION CIuB: think the "To-
peka girls" advice is something well worth re-
membering. We like THE TRIBUNE very much,
and like the young peeple's letter department l
especially and l should like to correspond with
any of the young folks. Father served as private
in Co. b, 10Th n. Y. was 10 months prisoner in
Texas and endured nlany hardships and priva-
tons of war He had three brothers in the war.
only child, l6.-A. Belle Wright, Bridgeport,
Conn
GIRL PATRIOT.
DEAR CONVERSATION CLUB: Like all the rest of
you, dearly love TIE TRIBUNE. Father served
in Co d, Sith Pa, and is great sufferer from dis
ease contracted in the service. was pupil two
years 1T the Soldiers Orphans Home, Lancaster
Co., and nay two brothers there now. My
father belongs TO Goodrich Post, and i have an
Older brother who belongs to Sons of Veterans and
"a military company. 1t makes sister feel proud
of her brothers 20 them iu ranks in the uni
forna of soldier, and think they preparing to
defend, if necessary, the Nation which our fathers
defended with theiTlives and strength. l am 1s.-
Emma Fowler, Riverside, Pa
NANCY CHAPMAN FINDS A FRIEND.
Miss NANCY j. CHAPMAN: I know something
about work, too. have TO wash and iron for eight
in our hlmily and two of my cousins. bake bread
for them. My father was in the army too in Co. l.
23d No. for three years and three months. He
in the battle of Shiloh on Sunday, and was
captured under Gen. Prentiss. He was also at the
siege of Atlanta and in Sl.erinan's march to tile
sea. He would like to know Whether there are any
Of the boys alive yet who helped 10 keep the rebel
flag OF the Shiloh Church. Pa had three brothers
and one cousin in the army; mamma had two
brothers, a brother-iu-law, one uncle, and two
cousins. Pa came home nearly blind and has
since lost the right eye He lost his health and IS
not able to do anything. Well, Nancy, if You write
to me win write to you.-Laura B. Walter, Gala
donia, Ringgold Co., Iowa
RECRUITS FOR CHARLES WALSH.
DEAR CONVERSATION CLUB: / respond TO the
call of Chas. Walsh. My father soldier in the
late war, and while duty was struck with light
ming, and he gets older he is troubled more with
the effects of it. The third man from him was
killed by the stroke, end the steel bayonet
he carried was melted. Who viii write to me p
Frank w. Curtis, Albion, III.
QUESTIONS FOR TEE CLUB.
DEAR CONVERSATION CLUE: Who will answer
the following queries: l. What battle was fought
and won without a commanding officer? 2. Which
is the longer the Atlantic cable the Pacific Rail-
nearly four years Captain of Co. a, Sd Wis. Cav.
James Carpenter, Laurence, Douglas Co., Kan.
DEAR CONVERSATION CLUE: Do you not think
this is beautiful poem, which have cut freTn the
New Hampshire Veterans AdUocate, as I want you
ALT read it-E. ID. S.
NOTHING BUT FLAGS.
Suggested on viewing the New Hampshire Battle
flags at the State House.
Nothing but Flsgs-but simple Flags,
TatteTed and torn and hanging in rags;
And we walk beneath them with careless tread,
Nor think OF flie host of The mighty dead
That have marched beneath them in the days gone
by,
With burning cheek and kindling eye,
And have bathed their folds with their young lne'z
tide,
And dying, blessed them, and blessing died.
Nothing bat Flags yet uethinks at night
They tell each other their tales of fright!
And dim speeteTs come, and their thin arms twine
Round each Standard torn, as they stand IN line.
As the word IL given-tiley chRrgei they forIni
And the dim hall rings with the battles storm.
And once again through the smoke and strife.
These colors lead to a Nations life.
Nothing but Flags-yet they are bathed in tears
They tell of triurnphs-of hopes-of fears;
Of a mothers pray ers-of d boy away;
OF a serpent crushed-of a coming day.
Silent, they speak-and the tear viii start,
As we stand beneath them with throbbing heart
And think OF those who are ne'er forgot
Their Flags came home-why come THEY notg
Nothing but Flags-yet we hold our breath,
And gaze with awe at these types of Death
Nothing but Flags-yet the thought VIII come,
The heart must pray, though the lips be durnbl
They are sacred, pure, and we see no stain
On those dear loved Flags come home again,
Bathed in blood-and purest, best:
Tattered and torn, they now at rest.
Horace Eaton Walker.