Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-09-20
1--WE will rally round the flag. boys,
Wen rally once again.
Shouting TIE battle cry Of free DOM
md find themselves in splendid tune To sing:

a thousand wears nv own NOlumb4a.
lis the glad day go long fore;od.
lis the glad morn whose early twilight
Washington saw IN days OF old.
Then the VII ole regiment literally turns Itself
loose 10 sing. Men find themselves giving
swing to patriotism.in song who never before
krew the difference between Yankee Doodle
and odd Hundred"
IL there eyer was a time richer than an
other IN parody that time was between tie
years 'ol and rs. The solc;st sings
psrodies on "Niarylsnd. Ny Maryland"
'D;xle" and The Bonnie Blue Flag" all OF
winch are tcneiudy anu distinctly iasalting to
the gentlemen who uphold the southern con-
fcdsrscy. and rs he rolls them ont with an
energy that makes the distant hills revorbera;c
those OF his comrades who have any ability TO
sing and al those who have none at all come
IN strong on The chorus giving a variegatcdly
offensive effect that Is ludierous and indie
scribsbie
This al fresco concert goes on for two solid.
happy hours. Nhea. all too soon, the much
anathematized bU-les. which are always SresS-
ing IN upon the pleasures and occupations Of
the men, strike up the wall
''S-a-a-y, D-e-u-t-c-h-c-r, will Won f-y-h-t
m-i-t S-i-g-e-R'
There's goes tattoo; fall in for roll call"
shout tie orderly sergeants, and the oPen-air
concert Is at an end.
on TEE MARCH.
The march demanded wilder, more barbara
dithyrambic mas:c.
Let US imagine our regiment, along with the
rest OF the division. has gone into a wet muddy
camp after long days march through the
pelins, soaking rain. The boys are doing
their best TO make themselves as little uncom-
Portable as possible for the night, but every
body is sour and cross aad tempors are rs bad
as the water-soaked wood. which will only
spuiter and hiss instead of burning cheerfully
An orderly spatters up through the rain 10
where the colonel is grunblinG at his cook for
not getting him something TO eat aud the cook
Is verbally blasting" everything in the south
C-l confederacy, his sable soul included, because
the fire can't be made 10 burn.
The colonel opens the paper which tho
orderly hands him, finds 1t is an order TO make
point twenty-five miles distant before
daybreak, swears internally or audibly accord
ing to the church he attends when at home. and
orders the sdjutant to have the buglers sound
the assembly"
The adjutant sends everything to hopeless
perdiiion that he can include In a sentence
and dispatches an order TO the buglers, who, II
their words could really burn" would melt
tho mouthpieces of the bugles which they
raise TO their lips. And IL there is no lurid
profanity IN the mellow strains which issue i,
Is because the bugle has limited capacity to
express the blowers sentiments. Words are
pale, colorless things to describe the way in
which the hateful call is received by the
regiment.
But there is no help for II. "Orders Is
orders" and in a few moments the regimen,
Is p!unking through the mire and nasty drizzle-
drozZ!e rain, the colonel riding gr,mly at the
head after giving pleasant orders TO the lieu
tenant in command of tho rear guard to
"bayonet any man who won't keep up"
For miles they plod sullenly along, burning
with hatred FOR every other man and thing IL
the army, from the fellow in front, who splas he's
mud on him and tumbles down and trips him
up, to the general commanding the army, AND
particularly the "blame fool colonel and
brlgadier general who ordered this senselesi
night march,
Presently, having vented their wrath till they
have become tired of il, it occurs to them tina
| they are in FOR it, helplessly and hopelessly
ana they might well make the best of il
Away up near the head of the column some
| body strikes up
Johns Browns body lies q moldering in tn,
tomb"
At first only the melody comes heavily drift
ing TO the rear ranks through the murk,
gloom. and no words arc distinguishable. Blu
the ploddinS men catch it up and send
John Browns body"
cheerily on its march to the rear, where In very
truth
His pet lambs will meet him by the way,
As his soul goes marching on"
and by the time the hero of Harpers gerr,
has reached
"Glory, glory, hallelujah!.
great army is chanting his lie Deum Lauda
mus" as it tramps on through the desolatt
night, keeping time, time, time, to the measured
| rhythm of that incomparably> grand march
The queer. nondescript old tune inspires theil
souls, swells their hearts and fills their vein
with patriotic fire. Gone is the discomfort, tn,
| gloom and the hatred. Like the rare philoso
pliers they are, they conclude that it sis better
to laugh than be sigking, they are wise wht
| resolve to be gay" and gay they grow IN spit.
of their horrid surroundings.
From the sublime to the ridiculous il but
step, and some daredey Ill shrills out in execrabls
time and tune
..Oh, that girl, that pretty little girl
The girl left behind me-"
and the bows toss it back and forth down the
struggling line till the melody and words are
in hopeless confusion and they are out OF
breath The quiet is too dense to be Ions
endured, and some jovial fellow strikes out OF
''Our Jimmy has gone for to live in a tent,
They've grated him into the army;
He finally puckered up courage and went
When they grated him into the army
1 told them the child was too young, but, alas
AT inc captain Iorequarters they said he
would pass,
They'd train him well up in the infantry class
So they grated him into the army"
The humor Of the Mrs. MaIaprop thing
amuses them immensely, but it, too, is worn
threadbare and the voices one by one fall into
silence. and only the plod, plod, plod OF
thousands OF marching feet aud the dreary
drip, drip, drip of the rain is heard Then up
the line, reaching for miles along tho sodden
road, comes creeping the shadow of a melody.
which gathers substance as it rolls to the rear
till mighty volume OF music rises and swclls
and rolls up and out among the mists above the
mountains, up, up, reaching at last the grea;
white throne, where the celestial singers in
awed silence lean 10 catch the music of mortals
who. while enduring the supreme desperation
of discomfort, with transcenden. fealty to a
cause already baptized in rivers of blood, can
yet sing with such intensity OF loyal zeal
"Thc Union forever, hurrah, boys, hurrahi
Down with the traitors, up with the starsl
While Won rally round the flag, boys,
Well rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom"
Driving Home the Cows.
Out Of tie clover and blue-eyed grass
He turned them into the river line;
One Gfte. another he let them pass.
Then fastened the meadow bars again.