The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1884-05-08

Ian Co.. Brooklyn, for information as to
ready-made dresses and wraps. Comrade Jar
man is an old Sd corps man.
IL "Afiiiction" will make strong decoction of
sage, and add to it a few spoonfulls of bay rum,
then rub the scalp thoroughly with it two or three
times week she will soon cease to be afflicted
with falling out of the llair.-Mrs. l.. G.. Bangs,
Lake City. Iowa.
Can any give information of the lady
nurse in ward E. general hospital Benton bar
racks, st. Louis, during the cold Christmas and
New Years of 1s63-'64. ] think her was
Peabody.-one of her Patients, Jasper n. Ilif, Co.
E, 9th Iowa Cav Vols. Jesup, Iowa.
Our Weekly Experience Meeting.
REPLIES TO SOLDIERS WIFE THE NATION
FOR LITTLE PEOPLE.
LENA VALLEY, KAN.
To the Editor NATIONAL TRIBUNE:
In THE TRIBUNE of April 10, 1884, I saw a letter
from Soldiers Wife," asking where are the
boys OF the 18th 50th and 18th Illinois infantry?
would answer here " for one of the old 18th, and
know of several of the 18th boys in this State !;
but am the only in this part of it. Will give
a short list of those | know, follows: John
Shannon, Bryant Butler county; Wilson McCand-
less, Hutchinson, Reno county John e. Bear
and Jacob Faber, Prescott, Lynn county; A. j..
Tankersley, Coneordia, Cloud county; David A.
Vincent, Idel Crawford county and Nelson Van
diver address not known. Now, if any of the
boys OF the 18th this should like to hear from
them. ] know nothing of the other two regiments
that Soldiers Wife, speaks of. There are some OF
the 18th boys living at Macomb I'll. ] should like
the full address of Soldiers Wife either through
THE TRIBUNE or TO my address as above. think
THE TRIBUNE good paper, We have very good
q. A. r. Post af Madison, Kan, but we are nearly
all farmers, and of course not quite so rich
rs our city Posts.
Yours, in r., G. and L., VIM G. CUrP.
ANOTHER REPLY TO SOLDIERS WIFE.
MEADvILLE, Mo, April, 1884.
To the Editor NATIONAL TRIBUNE:
would say to Soldiers Wife +" that am one
of the survivors of the 18th Illinois. was pris
oner of war nineteen months, captured at Mission
Ridge, September, 1868 and served at Rich
mond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Black
shire and Shannonsyie. We were at Anderson
vile from December d 1864 to April, 1863 when
the few that were left of as without rations or
equipage, were ordered aboard the train and
shipped to Macon, Ga, where we lay several days
and then shipped back to Andersonville. o! the
groans and curses from the poor half-starved,
half-naked creatures as they re-entered that vile
peni What was our surprise to move on without
stopping and land at Lake City, Fla to be turned
loose on the 2Sh of April TO foot TO Jacksonville
where for the first time in nineteen months, we
saw the dear old stripes and stars. would like
10 hear from more of the survivors of company +.
VIII Soldiers Wife" send her name in full
through THE TRIBUNE? w. q. MANARD.
THE NATIONAL ODE
As we have been asked by several Corps
TO reproduce the National Hymn America" !"
tas their ode cards call for it, while the
words are not given,) it may be interesting
to know something of its author. He is
physician living in Illinois, now seventy-six
years old. named NJ. S. Smith, and the same Of
whom Oliver Wendell Homes writes in one of
his anniversary odes:
Now, here is a fellow of excellent pith;
Fame thought to disguise him by naming him
Smith;
But he earned him the title poet to be
By writing the anthem. My Country, of Thee !"
DIR. Smith also wrote the poem for Lincoln
Memorial Day, recently observed at Springfield,
H., upon which occasion he was present to
strew the martyrs grave with the flowers of
poesy, as Others did with the choicest exotics ::
Ny country! tits of thee
Sweet land of liberty,
OF thee sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims pride,
From ev'ry mountain side,
Lot freedom ring.
Ny native country thee,
Land of the noble, free,
Thy name love.
love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and tempted hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet Freedom song.
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their'silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our fathers Con: to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing
Long may our land be bright
With Freedoms holy light;
Protect US by Thy might,
GREAT GOD, our KING.