The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-09-24

INSPIRATION OUT.
The music of the 14th Regiment Bal
was one of the grand features of tn
grand occasion. On the left of the spea
er's stand this band occupied stand
themselves. Directly opposite, on tt
right of the stand, the Knights of S
George Band and the Little 10 Band
Jackson played in turn. A warm frien
ship sprang up between these bands. an
the Jackson boys were highly pleased /
the treatment accorded them by the S
George boys. The exercises all the wa
through consisted of series of eloquer
addresses, pathetic "reminiscences and hi
norous anecdotes. On Thursday afte
noon Major James w. Longbon, of th
list Ohio, read the following poem, ent
led "War Echoes:
Comrades in arms; never can forget,
That twenty years have sped since last we met
To lay our armor by, and leave the field,
Where fame was won, and valor was revealed.
see your thoughts are busy with the past,
For conscious Memory, faithful to the last
Is bringing fresh mementoes of the dead,
OF days of peril, days forever fed.
How memory fingers laden with the past,
Rife with events voiuminous and vast;
For Time has set his signet on the brow,
And what was young, is venerable now.
Though undisturbed by war, or wars alarms,
We seem to hear the bugle call to arms;
In fancy, hear the cannon's dreadful boom,
In wakeful memories of the days of DOOM
In younger days, with patriotic pride,
We marched and mustered at each others side;
nod IToxxvc r1fr,or Ho1d
And forced the nations enemies to yield.
But Times relentless heel, with heavy tread,
Has changed alas! the living to the dead;
And many an empty sleeve and honored scar,
Attest the dreadful ravages of war.
In West Virginia, desolate and bleak,
The ravens scream, the night-bird's disma
shrek,
The murmur of the woodlands heaving sigh,
Became in turn our evening lullaby
To soothe the weary frame to short repose
In sweet forgetfulness of all our woes,
In dreaming fancies of brighter day,
When the dun cloud of war should pass away.
Well may the Muse graphic tale relate
Of Gauey, doomed by unrelenting fate,
Where many valiant hero fought and fell,
And bade to earth and home last farewell;
Tell how beleaguered Fayetteville defed
The base marauders of the Rebel side,
And later, how the i'll fated town became
The destined victim of consuming flame.
Forever be immortal honors paid
To those who fell on Lynchburg's bloody raid
Cloyd Mountain as monument shall stand
For many mustered to the Silent Land;
And echoes from Opequan's field of blood,
Ebbing and flowing in crimson flood,
To meet and mingle with its mother dust,
Shall keep us faithful to soleran trust.
Let all the countless stars in chorus chant
The name of Lincoln, Washington, and Grant;
Illustrfous names that form the brightest gem
In fair Columbia's queenly diadem.
Let Cedar Creeks historic ground proclaim
The need of Sheridan's undying fame,
Where steed and rider, twenty miles away,
Returned to conquer in the bloody fray.
Give glory, honor, fame, and hearty praise
To Powell, Averir Hunter, Crook, and Hayes,
And every loyal man who bore lance
To thwart Rebellion's murderous advance,
To choke Secession's foul envenomed breath,
To save the Union from decline and death,
To vindicate the Nations broken laws,
And peril all for Freedoms holy cause.
oh bloodiest baptism the face of earth
That ever spoke nation into birth,
What god offended or what prayer unsaid,
Shall answer for the dying and the dead?
Oh who can estimate the fearful cost
OF peace purchased by the loved and lost,
In story, song, monument ofarti
Go to the hero's grave, and mark the spot,
Forsaken now, alas too soon forgot;
In true devotion breathe fervent prayer
Fer hope of heaven, and find thy answer there.
Peace comes at last for 10! the final gun .
From Appomattox tells the battle won,
Where vanquished rebels to the victor yield
And Grant remains the master of the field.
Graa+ is tba inv. and nraver on hended knee
Is murmured from the mountains to the>sea;
On every altar glows the living fire,
And angels pause to wonder and admire.
Triumphant Peace! forever may thy voice
Cause the united nation to rejoice,
And usher in the glad millennial day,
When Earth shall own thy universal sway.
Nature at last asserts her healing powers
And decorates the land with living flowers;
Sweet star-eyed fowerets bursting into light,
Greet the new day and chase the gloom of night.
The wandering planets speed their tireless march
Across the blue of heavens eternal arch,
And rainbows shining from the weeping skies,
Adorn the earth with hues of Paradise.
Comrades, forever be your memories blessed,
Your latest days, your happiest and your best;
The generous sympathizing heart that swells
With grief. may crown the dead with immortelles;
But dearer is the tribute of friend
On whose fidelity you may depend,
And dearer far the generous tear that flows
In tender pity for another's woes.
oh land of Liberty, forever be
Thy flag unsullied and thy people free
Till echoes from the everlasting shore
Ring out the chorus, 'sTime shall be more,'
And when dissolving nature turns to dust,
And men and nations die, as die they must,
May every patriot stand before the throne,
Approved of heaven when heaven shall claim its
The nation with new and vigorous life,
Emerges from the dark and bloody strife;
Triumphant in her aggregated might,
Clad in the shining panoply of Right.
Though men may perish, heroes live and die,
Yet Freedom lives beneath fair Freedoms sky;
And Freedoms sons beneath her ample dome,
Have found at last, a country, and home.
Woven by angel hands in fateful hour,
The symbol of our plenitude and power,
L he flag of Washington is still unfurled,
The admiration of gazing world.
Our flag is there; long may its colors wave
In starry splendor o'er the true and brave;
Forever sacred to the heros eye,
Born of the gods, and,borrowed from the sky.
Grand Army of the Patriots! time and tide
May thin your numbers and your ranks divide,
But truth shall weave for you a brighter crown,
And crowd your days with honor and renown.
The Nation which you cherish and revere,
Salutes your presence with a cordial cheer;
Catches the echoes of your mighty tread,
And Angels guard the ashes of the dead.
When Prejudice and Passion disappear,
And Truth revisits her exalted sphere,
When great mOmentous themes of Right engage
The calm considerate judgment OF the age,
When Press and Pulpit labor hand in hand
To right the wrongs of our beloved land,
May Inspiration guide the Poets pen
To register the ultimate Amen.
Comrades as face to face, and heart to heart,
Wenow assemble, soon again to part,
Bring immortelles all gemmed with natures tears
In memory of the dead of other years;
In toast and bumper for the brave and true
Your pledges of fidelity renew.
Be this motto, learned in days of yore,
Freedom and Union, now and evermore.
+,1s evening sort of Military Glass
- - -es held, several comrades max
oor,ns "" -ses, and Mrs. Irving made
c Citations. One OF the best speeches
ade was that of a private 'oi''ioi ''l
lpromptu effort Much merri1I- 0iO " az
fused by attempting to keep a colC-'e'
,eaker from entering the field of politics.
ut the speaker 'had his say before he
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