The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1884-05-22
Our Young Recruits.

Like memories of heroic ones forever passed away.
*. B. s.
My father served three years In the I'd Colorado
cavalry, and l had eight uncles in the war, of
whom was starved to death in Andersonvlie.
Here is my flower for Memorial Day:
Wen deck their graves with garlands rare,
Samuel Hicks, Beloit, Kan.
Papa wounded In the battle of franklin and
carries two rebel bullets in his shoulder received
in that battle am his ten-year- old daughter and
love the fields of poesy, from which have culeo
this little blossom for our Union dead
There's martial music in the street.
The soldiers measured tread;
o, come, with loyal hearts we'll mees
And crown our heroes deadi"
-Aggie Parker, Dubuque, Iowa.
My father is helping to get funds for soldiers
monument In Bradford county, and send flower
for their graves with love for THE TRIBUNE circle,
particularly Roseila Penny. The lines are from
lie Grand Brewers poem. Our Fallen Heroes:"
Cover them with wreathes OF blessings
Cover them with loving hands;
Crown them with that love and honor
Which their martyrdom demands
-Maude e. Allen, Mountain Lake.
We are all going TO decorate the soldiers graves
ON Memorial Day. L am eight years old.
Well tenderiy, lovingly cover them over
With the sweetest the fairest, most beautiful
flowers Josie Wio<s, Beloit. Kan.
Honor the dead, bless the brave
Who gave their lives our lives to savei
Who fell mid battles fiery breath,
=, While shouting Liberty or Death
wounded at Vicksburg, Miss, May 49, 1868, and at
Kenesaw Mountain, June 81, 1854 He was taken
prisoner at the battle of Atlanta July q, 1854, and
exchanged September %, 1864. He has piece of
his battefiag would not part with at any price
am fonrteen.-Vfola G. Gay, Delta, Iowa.
Strew flowers az their feet strew flowers at their
head,
As they silently sleep in their low narrow bed:
Strew beautiful flowers of every hue
For the heroes who persisted for me and for yoH
Minnie a. Baker, Rose Bud, III.
daughter:
UNKNOWN"
4 boyish form of sturdy grace,
Dark, flashing eyes and curls of gold,--
mothers joy fathers PRIDE
Ii going from the dear household.
He passes down the village street,
Clad in suit of dusky blue;
Gone from his tender mothers side
To join his comrades, leal and true.
IT'S evening; in the Northern home
woman bows with fearful eyes:
God keep my soldier boy Tonight"
Is waited TO the starlt skies.
Mid shrek of bullet, scream of shell,
And surging strife Of friend and foe,
He bravey guards his country's flag,
Till fatal death-shot lays him low.
The sturdy form is still at last
Forever closed the flashing eyes;
The smoke of Southern battlefield
Enshrouds the hero where he lies,
And through the sweet magnolia bloom
The southern sun looks down alone
Upon wooden tombstone marked
With this sad epitaph " Unknown"
-Dirigo, Orange, Mass.
DEAE TRIBUNE: am only nine years old, and
have written this little poem expressly for Memo
rial Day 1t is the first have written, and please
give it space for asoldier's little girl. Pa was
member OF company Z, 7th o. V. G. He thinks
there is paper like THE TRIBUNE and says no
believes it to be the true friend of the soldiers
Etrew Ger their graves
The sweetest OF flowers,
In mem 'ry of all
These brothers of ours.
Dear soldiers, you're sleeping
Because you were bravei
Dear friends, gathered round theuaf
Strew flowers DER each grave!
-Addie d. Sdwen, Farragut, lows.
"Covcr the thousands who sleep for away
Sleep where their friends cannot find them to-day
Think of these far away heroes OF ours,
And cover them over with beautiful flowers"
/ can think of nothing better for Memorial Day
than these sweet lines from of my favorite
poems. Another / like is Sherman's March to
the Sea" My papa served three years and was
| in that famous narch.-Clara HALEY, Kirksville,
Iowa.
| Come, TRIBUNE children, one and all,
In answer to editors call
Wen make her banner fair to-day
To deck the graves of the blue and grayf
Well stripe it with flowers of beautiful red,
In memory that their blood was shed;
| And square OF blue the field shall be,
4 "
MAY Wider, Syracuse n. Y.
| As Memorial Day draws near our soldiers are
preparing decorate with the fairest flowers of
| May the graves where sleep our loyal dead. Al
though above their graves the wild winds pass yet
/ in heaven they wait for us.
| Yes honor and glory for them eternal
This Nation they rescued their mem ry win keep;
| Fame's flowers immortal will bloom ever vernal
Der the graves where our heroes peacefully
| sleep.
/ Alice May Hill, Wells Depot, Me.
| Here Is my sentiment, selected ia honor of the
| brave:
Borne through the battlefeid's thunder and
| flame
Blazoned in song and illumined In story,
Wave over all who inherit their fame.
| Wave DER them, wave DER them, beautiful flag"
Ida Il. Spencer, Nevada, lows.
There are three little ones in this lows
family, and all have remembered our request
with patriotic sentiment.
Cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Deck them with garlands, these brothers of ours.
Maggie Spencer, Nevada, Iowa.
0, noble flag wave
| Der the true and the brave.
Mary A. Spencer, Nevada, Iowa.
Long may the and stripes wave in tri
umph over our heroes. living and dead, and ma.
we never forget those who gave their lives fol
their country.-Frank II. Spencer, Nevada, Iowa.
l. should be glad to correspond with some soldier
boy or girl in Washington Territory, age sixteen
My father, Aaron Merely, captain of com
pany G. 10th Indiana, and served three years ans
three months. These lines are from poem hay,
on sending home the Union dead from Southern
battletields:
Send them home tenderly, guard them with care
Eager eyes tearfully watch for them there
Blue bills and ocean-wave echo the prayer
Send them home tenderly, love waits them there
Papa was disabled In the war and the good peo
pie here were kind enough TO elect him Justice O
the peace and he is notary public and acting schoo
treasurer. He has rheumatism and is wholly un
| able TO work but gets only So pension which
think very small. We live on a little farm of sixt,
| acres near Rose Bud, on which are trying t,
make living. My brother works the farm. Pap,
served in company K, 10th Illinois We love tn
| TRIBUNE and all its fine war stories.-Minnis A
Baker, Rose Bud, LII.
THE SIMPLE STORY OF TEE sACRIFICE.
OF Ave unces of mine in the Union army tw,
| never returned Uncle Phillips Game compan-
G. 18th u S. infantry. lost his arm in the battle O
Jonesboro', and died from the wound Grand
| fatherwas in the army, and so was papa who is
member of William A. Brand Post.-Eddie Ward
Urbana, Ohio.
Two of my unoies have died of disease contracts
I'm the service A third was captured on the Re-
| River expedition and a prisoner at Cam
| Tyler fourteen months. Father served three year
In the Gath Ohio have sister aud four brothers
and all greatly Interested in the story of the wa
for the boys and girls.--Velna A. Moffett. Lucas
Ohio.
MY father is dead. He was In the Yth Nicbirs
cavalry, and was injured by being thrown from, hi