The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-08-23

Ames, R. w. Cowles, Joseph Goonan, James B. Johnson, James D. Slate, George E, Tucker, Captain H. Tarr James c. Case, Captain w. w. Morse c, S. Abbott, A. D, Beardeley, Charles French, G. w. Homer, Charles E. Davis, Zera B, Davis, Robert N. Smith, c, w, Swift, A, F, Banur, A. c, Austin B. J, Ives, G, B, Merambles, H. B, Doolittle, A. Boardman, Edwin J. Smith, Thirty years! Why it's the average life of man! Thirty years since we were soldiers. And it seems but yesterday since we
 began Again our lives, as in the old years We lived them (before we together fought And marched, and starved and fought With blood and yalore our better right To flag and country earned in many fights. As we again come together in our yearly camp Hand pressed to hand and heart to heart May I not, as with memories magic lamp, Rehearse the drama in which we took part By casting pictures Gas on a sheet
 thrown) Each picture to you so well known. Yet to see again may bring smile or And going hence give thought the com ing year. Sn T'1 cbo I>o ,x,;+l, lantern slide Bring first the portrait of man: Abraham Lincoln! He rebellion defied! Summoned you to duty You heard his command Come save your country" and on her altar es You laid your lives. You did not fal- ter. This picture we will call parting. | The Spartan mother, with son again as child to her breast Bids him go The father as though to
 speed his starting Smiles proudly. See you wife. How 1 bravely, at best, She gives more than life-and the drums beat And the bugles blew. You go!! They suffer and wait
 A Portrait. This man on coal-black steed, "A man whose like you ne'er shall see
 again." I now hear his voice mot in prayer) | strike Quick as snap of musketry. would | fain
 With this picture bring sweet memo | ries. Yet at loss To paint so briefly the old black and Colonel Ross
 In the Field. Pass Arlington Heights to London's winter camp, Here in log hut with roaring fires glow We whiled many pleasant hours. Let l memory tramp Each one back to your hut. Never here l below Was dish so savory. No! Not mothers ! hot rolls, As the greasy fried hard tack cooked l on those coals. See now a picture-long named the | uuu-HdfCH From London to Fairfax down ford-
 ing Wolf Creek. Up to waist in mud (sticlSy as starch) l Wagons stalled. Mules down. It rain ed a week. Cold and drenched, sputtering fires how cred about, ! I fear lads your patriotism fast being 1 washed out
 A Battle. Roar of cannon off to the left. Double
 quick
 Into the woods! Line of battle! Steady! Aim low! Fire! Heads down, Now
 you're in the thick Of battle, my boy! And you are ready For the charge and for the wild rebel You know the picture. It's Chancellors-
 vile.
 Again a portrait to you bring with
 pride. l A man so chivalrous, so brave That never did Knight of old questing
 ride 1 With prouder men, a. cause to. serve or
 save Than our loved friend, our fighting
 rooster. IOh! I see you know him, the gallant
 Wooster.
 Gettysburgh. lThis picture 'Tis night falling on arms I you sleep. Two days of carnage and of strife And the battle now. She who's wait ed weeps For the son, the husband, whose pre- l cious life
 His country has taken. In victory he died.
 The dark days are past-Gettysburg
 turned the tide Gallant Buckingham on his chestnut
 stallion
 Placidly, peacefully puffing his pipe. What a study for a heroic medallion ?
 This man was of noble type. Was not a rip-snort'ng, roaring hellion But was there Gust the same) to put
 down Rebellion. The scene changes to way down in
 Tennessee
 Along Crow Creeks winding perigrina-
 tions.
 Where gallant Nutmeg soldiers on l pended knee I