The National tribune., 1884-04-03

in this country. through the columns of THE TRIa-.
UNE and most particularly from some soldier who
is brave enough to give US his opinion in regard to
the habit of smoking.
w. J. b.: Original sketches preferred. May
use short one now and then from collection
named.
The editor was very glad to be honored with
an invitation, through J. Walter Rogers, Rock
land, Me-, TO the grand musical concert and
exhibition drill and bali given by Anderson
Camp, at Farwell Hall.
Daisy: Your penmanship is fair, and the
general appearance of your letter very good.
But be careful to begin every sentence with a
capital and do not use dot after every word.
The dot or period, is only used at the end of
sentence. See how it is used in this paragraph.
Several copies of Minnie Minton" have
reached US, written from memory, and differ
ing greatly but we are waiting for a true copy
promised us from Petersons Magazine, in which
it first appeared near the close of the war. We
are sure all will be glad of the right one.
WHO WAS SHE?
Comrade G. D. Nichols, John A. Dix Post,
No 50, Columbus Kan, would like the name
of the lady who visited the hospital at Freder-
lex City, Nd, in the months of September,
October November and December, 1861, while
he was a patient there. The hospital was in
the old stone barracks built by General Bur-
SOy1e 1omEdut NituolS says.
A lady visited our ward very frequently, bring
ing many delieacies reading the Testament Civ
ing us kind counsel. and praying with u.s., Many
of never forgot her motherly or sisterly
tenderness. She daughter of Gen. Shlvely,
OF Baltimore, and, If my memory be correct her
name was Anna Shively. For one, | desire to know
If she be still alive; and, if SO. where letter would
reach her She was noble woman, and deserves
place in the Nations archives among the hon.
ored, noble, patriotic, devoted women who be-
lieyed even soldier had feelings and heart.
Our Weekly Experience Meeting.
TOM MooRE's IMMORTAL soNG-sWEET EVEN
ING BELLs-A HOME LETTER-sToRY OF AN
ALBUM QUILT-oNE OF THE BoYs"-THE
CHARGE AT CHANcELLoRsvILLE.
We trust the interest centering in "sweet
Evening Bellsn may lead to more extensive
acquaintance with the polished and musical
verse of their author, Tom Moore, the great
bard of Ireland and one of the great lyrists of
the English-speaking people. Moore was born
in Dublin, May 28, 1779, began to contribute
TO the magazines at the age of fourteen, became
student of Oriental literature, and wrote his
famous poem of "I1alla Rookh," but must be
chiefly remembered for his Irish melodies,
which, like all true lyrics, are shot through
| and through with the fires of patriotism and
national pride. Moore attained to worldwide
/ reputation, was received in the highest circles
in London, where he lived brilliant life, and
died in 1852 The inspiriting theme of his
muse viii be found in the following:
DEAR HARP OF NY COUNTRY.
Dear Harp Of my country! in darkness sound
The cold chain of silence had hung DER thee
long.
| When proudly. my own Island Harp! unbound
And gave all thy chords to light freedom and
songl
The warm lay of love and the light note OF glad
/ Have wakened thy fondest, thy liyeliest thrill;
But, oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sad,
That en- in my narsh it will steal from thee still
Dear Harp of my countryl farewell to thy mum
This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall
twine;
Go. sleep. with the sunshine OF Fame in thy sluna-
Till touched by some hand less unworthy thar
nline
If the pulse Of the patriot soldier, or lover,
Have throbbed at our lay, tis thy glory alone;
| was but as the wind, passing beedessiy over,
And ali The wild sweetness | walked was thy own
Numerous copies have reached us of Even
ing Bells" in response to the request of g Sol
| dier's Wife, Among those responding are
Lena Watts, Bryant, H., the invalid daughter
of a soldier William Watts: Annie G. GLADDEN.
New Britain, Conn, who copies from the
Academy Vocalist" and f. S. Halliday, Of
| Arbuekle Brothers, New York city, who re.
minds us that they are Tom Moore's and easily
obtained.
Bertha Rutter. Hopkinton, Iowa, daughter
Of Captain Watson, company |, I'd Iowa cav
airy, sends US neat copy She had three
uncles also in the war, one of whom was killed
at the battle of Tupelo, July Ii, 1864.
Ella Ferrell, a soldiers daughter, Northeast
Pa, sends us a copy. and Mrs Maggie Lewis
Syivania mo State given who would like tht
song entitled Colonel Ellsworth"
Soldiers Daughter" sends copy, with
request for q Gathering up the Shells from tht
Sea Shore" Mrs. w. E. Talmadge, West Union
Iowa also favors us; and Soldiers Daughter
I.arwill Ind whose father was wounded by
shell at Arkansas Post; and Nellie E. White
Hillsborough, Wis, whose father was boatswaiI
on the e. S. gunboat Carondelet, and who is
little girl Of eleven, with three brothers and
sister.
Comrade Hollis, Canton, Pa, sends a cop,
from his wife, and says the old war songs aion
are worth the price of THE TRIBUNE;" b
was once singer. but had forgotten many o
the words until The TRIBUNE brought then
again to his home.
Nina L. Charles, Omaha, Neb., comes next
whose father served first in company f, Tot
Illinois, and then in company II, 51st Missouri
and was so broken down in the service that h
has been able to do but little work since.
Mrs Clara Kelly, Pennington, H., says tn
sends the words. as does Comrade Richar
Dunn, late company e, oath New York cav
airy Syracuse, n. Y. So it will be seen hoy
very obliging THE TRIBUNE readers are.
S. ]. Linn, late sergeant company F. 13t
Iowa cavalry, Mondamin, Iowa, sends us th
words set to music by s w. Strauss, and say
/ he will gladly answer any questions of soldie
comrades their friends, and would like t
e hear from comrades of his own regimen
= throu gh THE TRIBUNE. To him we are in
q debted for the history Of the song which fol
lows:
' SWEET EVENING BELLs.
: These lines were suggested TO the autho
: | Thomas Moore, by the following incident:
| chime of bells were cast in Italy by who ef
e joyed their sweet music very much. By som
! revolution the bells taken away and til
h maker became exile. After many years Il
:. wandered to Ireland where his trained ear eaugt
: the sweet SOUND of bells it oated on the cali
n | evening air. and with it the hailowed ass,
Citations and scenes of his early life. As he istene
d the tide of memories that came vibrating throue
= his heart snapped its strings, and lis spirit fed
Those evening bellsi those evening bells!
"a How many a tale their music tells
= l. Of youth and home and that sweet time
d When last heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are passed away
And many o heart that then was gay
e Within the tomb now darSly dweils,
l. And hears no more those evening bells.
. And so twill be when am gone ;
That tuDeful peal will still ring on;
e While other bards shall walk these dells
IA And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
GENUINE HOME LETTER.