The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1891-02-18

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capse " nls ktrmpn N heput m. y.
Church, on SUNDAY evening, the toi-
lowing poem, that struck many OF his
hearers as very apprDDriate. and at the
su0qastion OF one Of them yyo give IL
a nisce in o,lr coinmna.
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PRIVATE pRowH's BEFIEcr1oy.
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SUNNY s nases .ma. nn ndsi ,,..', poen
Had lsann aaa s'in y, iV trsuss,ant ssuo and
hau ienpeu agsin 70 urn aii ., ih'he' anu
ploss9meo ioIth WIN noweTs, ,,,,
hhu III oiu No.olan hlaN"eo niV"h'"ieh
s,u, Rrny uncoverea neah, .,,,,
Gun Wnnuereu inongst thohe hinlli green
hills that held his comrades dead
He bent and stroked tho humble mounds
with kind old-fashioned word.
Hecailed his comrades all by name as IL
he knew they heard;
He said. "Ah, Private Johnny Smith, you
ne so colo auo SUI,
Inns ish I niucn ike tnn, humiher uhy you
50, spent ~ MALVERN NH 80
Ine peiiowing OF tne ulghly guns your
voice screamed loud above;
fou yelled Come on aud see now men
nRnt lot the lana tney love
you FURNISHED heart tor nity nshts' ana
When lhe war was tnfougn, ,.,
fou Sainiy hunted round TOT worh Grip
pied man coula do.
lhey iet YOU uie WIN want ana uept 10 pe
your Winning eheeti
but TINS bouquet OF nowers they sent Is
very nice and sweet. ......
"Ah Jimmy Jonea l recollect the day
they brought you baoa;
They marched yUur body through the
streets meath banners draped In
black
Your funeral sermon Rllttered well-it
The tears your poor old mother shed were
partly tears Of pride.
None left to-day TO lean upon but country
and her God
She crept from yonder .poorhouse door TO
kiss thisbit OF sod.
It's hard my boy, but nations all are ike
~ 70 Forget
ana uod must take HIS own good time 10
,r make them pay debt.
The sweet forget-me-nots that grow above
your faithful breast
are types OF Hls gooh memory, Doy-anu
lie knows what Is best.
"Philander johnson, from the plaius we
left you on as dead,
You carried TO the prieOn-pcn a Keen.
sake made OF lend:
You starved there for your country good
at last yon broke away.
ANA got IN time TO dettysburg to help
them save the day.
GU tlfeu man TO ask Tor you petHl0u,
twould appear;
Your papers lost-they put you OIL from
weary year to year.
ANA when at last you took your less than
thirty cents day.
You hau TO hight to keep the law from tax
ing 1t away.
Some school-boy doctor every month must
probe your nching side,
And thnmp you like tenor drum; to find
out II YOU lied.
You cost .io nation little now-old hero
of the fray
1t sent some very pretty flowers to strew
you with to-day.
Yes, Lemuel White, this little flag is all
that's left to mark
The place where you retired 50 young to
chambers cold and dark.
The wooden slab, | put up here so men
your deeds could know,
Was broken down by sundry beasts not
many months ago.
But yonder monument, uprearcd upon
the village green,
Is partly yours although your name Is
nowhere to he seen;