, 1885-01-18

u MUSICAL anu literary programme, was
very interesting, the association of the 9th
army corps, in the West, held a banquet
at the St. james hotel, which was attend
ed by Governor Eaton and other ,,distin-
guished peopleand which was an exceeding
ly brilliant affair. There were ADDRESSED,
toasts, stories and a grand menu, and
among the most interesting features of
the occasion was a splendid poem, written
and read by Capt. Jack Crawford, the
''the poet scout" who came all the way
from Fort Craig, New Mexico, over 400
miles. to attend the banquet and who
wrote the poem on the cans during his
journey. Capt. Jack brought with him
his beautiful daughter, Miss Eva.
Retrospect.
"a poem written by Capt. Jack Crawford "the
Poet Scout" Read before the 9th Army Corps
Association OF the West. Jan. 16, 1851
Come back. oh come back to US, heroes de-
parted.
Com back to US comrades and pass In review.
Come back to US Burnside. the old 9th is walt
ing,
VA ~ a. eHh~' AoAcA u fotF
We gather to-day. but a few OF that army.
You led on to victory, on many a field.
And we feel that thy spirit will hover around us
Our star that will guide our hope that viii
shield.
We honor thee first as our greatest commander.
Transferred, In advance, 10 that heavenly
corps,
Tell Reno and Sedgewick Sander and Moreton
Tell ABB we are coming, a million and more.
Tell Stevenson, stevens tell GriswoId and Rod
man.
Tell Gould, and my " beloved Colonel who
fell,
While leading the old 10Th through red blazes
Right over the ramparts and into Fort He'll.
Yes, tell them we're coming. we make no dis
tinetion-
h private who died with the colors In hand,
The boy with his drum, who has answered
deaths tattoo.
An equal to kings in that quarter command.
And II you can look from the bright shores of
heaven.
To-day the old 9th corps will pass in review.
Not en- mdsse. not in column, but scattered and
struggling,
Deployed at the front and marching to you.
And you who have gathered to-day meath that
banner,
That flag of the Union you fought to maintain.
Let treason assault II, though aged and hoary.
And you would go marching to glory again.
But bark I it's the voice Of the mocklng bird
singing,
A sweet song Of peace In annon cold mouth
And the soldier who fought. with his back to
the Southland
Shakes hands with the one who stood mce to
the South.
The brave meet the brave. while true feelings.
fraternal.
Leap into the hearts ofthe gray and the blue.
And. "JohnnIe" cries. "Bily. while you-uns
whipped we-uns.
Why, we-uns wor maxim 1t sultry for YOU"
But we-uns as yelled like the voice of a
painter,
And you-uns as roared like a lion at bay.
Fit straight from the shoulder and loaded each
other.
1t wor good blood that stained both the blue
and the gray"
Let bitterness reign among them as wor mlssin'
When mInnies were singin' a dirge DER the
brave,
For we-uns are happy and you-uns 'alnt sorry.
It's the land ofthe free not the home of the
slave"
With malice to'ards none and with Charity
blending,
Fraternity, Loyalty. Peace and Goodwill,
We gather to-day to assist one another,
nneed be, in climbing adyersity's hnl.
And oh ! my dear comrades, look we'll to the
loved ones,
Our comrades bequest. who have answered
tattoo,
Be kind to the widow. be kin to the orphan
And the Great Chief Of all, viii deal kindly
with you.
Atouch Of the elbow, with shoulder to shoulder,
A dash Of the eye and a grasp of the hand.
And the soul OF 1.-THE soldier IS nlled with emo
ton,
That only the brave and the true understand.
Oh rcomrades forgive me nor think it is weak
CI ness,
That causes these tear-drops to stand in my
eyes.
IT'S the puresr, the holiest thought OF a soldier
Who never yet fninched and who needs no dis
guise.
But l look on those chairs that are vacant be-
fore me,
Sc silent at r%oll-call, so sad and SO drear,
While death VIII continue to add TO his roster.
And some that are nlled viii be vacant next
year.
An when after taps" comes the last %reveIne,
When old Gabe sounds his horn from that far
away shore,
May we meet on parade, in the shade of Lies
tree,
with Burnside, our chief, at the head of the
corps.
WILL L. VIsscHER.
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