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Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02

Gettysburg.

when earth IS old and time is gray
What memories VIII voice in breeze
Where Gettysburg grim battle Jay
Ctumbles in mouldering m1sonr.e-
sad mOurners Of 0rear battles cloud.
Where earths stateliest leader bowed
WIN e'er breathe paens 10 a foe
Warning against lesser band,
Heart-glad ln battles bitter woe,
Fortressed in breastWOrk's strength 70
stand
Where fighting foomen proudly fall
Shieldless hearts 90 battle WALTZ
Lovely the hills of Gettysburg.
Smiling with a secret deep,
Rustic OF Leaf and song Of birds.
And monuments dear secret keep
Joyous waiting Times just day
When battle anger dies away
Then will streams triumphant tell
VIII. warbIing thickets shout WIN
What gl0ries rose In thunder swell
What splendOr moved in battlo throng
When Lees proud heroes braVely clel-
Worthy hImself-0n the hills true side.
In thunderous battles fatal smoke
Waved war-wOrn banners OF Tho south
Fiery deed OF battle stroke.
Daring lannon's blazing mouth.
Where charging southern shouts reveal
Rushing FIRE OF southern steel
In deed outbreothiug nliared lame.
In fOat outdazzllug marble CLEAN.
Carving the herO.s doathIfss name
In clear ripple of each stream,
on each light lcahc-t soit that blows
Rejoicing IA the ianl'a rcpose.
Gettysburg embatred bills
Glow fair with stately monuments.
Nor erred note one spiend1r chils
Clear breathe IN chis,iod bIazonmcns
In marble grace aud majesty
Memories or the South aud Lee
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02

! Valley Of Virginia, May %. 1890 1890.
ION Fame's eternal camping-ground,' the
reveille is beat.
! with shadowy warriors hurrying down
thro' every tented street.
| They form, And dressl And file away
across the mOOn-lit glade.
| BY companysi form battalion. Squadrons.
and brigade
It's but a shadowy line Of gray that cuts
the tender green,
No arms are there no drums are heard
no cOlOrs 10 be seen.
TIL the Ged of battles brought them from
the arsenals above
And placed within their keeping the
standards Of their love.
a mighty host is marching up along Po-
tomac's side
Another comes from Gettysburg, with col
umns deep and wide.
They come with easy motion, with step
as bold and free
As when they left Virginia along with
And all are ION 10 Richmond" bent as
when at duty's call
They fell into the serried ranks a gallant,
living wall
That brought their lives and fortunes into
the nations fight
When each had thought the other wrong
that they alone were right.
What means this wondrous muster OF the
heroes Of the past?
We hear no threatning cannon roarl No
bugle's thrilling blast,
us not to form rampant, to stem in
vasiOns tide
For shadowy lines Of the blue and gray
are marching side by side.
a mingled throng they march along Ger
many a weli-fought field
Where plOws and anvils take the place OF
believing guns and steel
They reach the war-WOrn city. those war
riors OF the past
To find that Love and Union are conquer
ors at last.
\ living host have gathered there on that
historic ground
A phantom one with hollow square, has
girded them arOundl
The living pay a tribute TO the fame Of
ROBERT LEE,
And the dead Of thirty years are there 10
swell the jubilee.
4 hero's hand removes the veil mid heart
felt deaf ming cheers,F
But that hero's voice is slent-because Of
choking tears.
And yet what nObler tribute could that
old cOmrade pay?
To him whose laurels shall be green when !
Eternity grows gay
Again Virginia gives the world the grand !
est type Of man
That ever drew a nations sword since |
first the world began.
Unborn ages yet shall weave the chaplet |
for his head,
And a million years shall write him this |
nations nOblest dead
The blue lines dipped their colors and |
proudly march away,
But guard Of honor yet remained in
that ragged line Of gray,
With columns closed they forward press
ed, as though on duty there
TIL their standards foated upward, on a
sunbeam In the air.
General Joseph f.. Johnston.
j. j. WALLACE.
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02
A War Song.

When the bright Sunny South was IN
peace and content.
The years OF my boyhood were ioyously
spent,
When the broad. spreading fields and the
clear flowing streams
Were dear to my memory and seen I'm
my dreams.
The days OF my boyhood have glided
While those Of my manhood have bloomed
And now the vile Yankees my freedom
I will surely repulse them. or fight TN
l die.
I have left the rehnements and comforts
To join and partake OF the battle-nelds'
strife
have counted the cost and plighted my
word,
That III never surrender to the vie
Yankee horde.
My father looked sad but bade me de-
part,
My mother embraced me in anguish OF
heart.
And my dear loving sister looked pale
I'm her woe.
Though she kissed me and blessed me,
and told me to go.
OH father dear father. for me do not
Wccg,
Though ! in some mountain forever may
sleep,
OF the danger of war am fully aware.
And OF sickness and trials 1 expect a fuli
share.
Obi mother. dear mother. for me do not
weep.
Your Kind. good advice forever Will
keep.
Your image is near me by night and by
day.
And | think Of you always, though far
far away.
OH sister. dear sister. for me do not
Weep.
Your. tears and your sorrows pain my
heart deep.
For now I must go. / here cannot stand.
/ am going IN defence of our dear home
and land
The time may soon come. oh. how long
VIII u be2
When from the vile Yankees our homes
will be free.
When the war will be over, and fighting
be done.
And return TO the dear, happy, loved
ones at home
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02

The following exquisite little poem was
written by Miss Marie Lacoste. Of Savan-
nah Ga, and originally published. we
think. in the Southern Churchman. It
will commend itself by its touching pathos
TO all readers The incident it COM
memorates was. unfortunately, but too
common in both armies:
Into ward Of the whitewashed walls
where the dead and dying lay
wounded by bayOnets. shells and balls
somebody's darling was borne one day
Somebody's darling! so young and 50
brave.
Wearing stil on his pale. sweet face
Soon 10 be hid by the dust of the grave
Inc lingering light Of his boyhocd grace.
Matted and damp are the curls Of gold,
Kissing me snow Of that fair young
Pale are the lips of delicate mould
Somebody's darling is dying now.
Back from the beautiful blue-veincd face
Brush every wandering silken thread,
cross his hands, as a sign Of grace
somebody's darling is still and dead!
Kiss him once for somebody's sake;
Murmur prayer soft and low,
one bright curl from the cluster take.
They were somebody's pride you know.
Somebody's hand hath rested there;
Was II a mothers soft and white?
And have the lips of a sister fair
Been baptized in those waves of light?
God knows best. He was somebody's love;
Somebody's heart enshrined him there;
Somebody waited his name above,
Night and morn on the wings Of prayer.
Somebody wept when he marched away,
Looking so handsome. brave. and grand;
Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay
Somebody chung to his parting hand
Somebody's watching and waiting for him.
Yearning 10 hold him again 10 her heart;
There he lies-with the blue eyes dim,
And smiling childlike lips apart
Tenderly bury the fair young dead.
Pausng 10 drop on his grave a tear
Carve on the wooden slab at his head.
"SOmebodys darling lies buried herew
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02
.ightest colors blended.

Hopes. with brightest colors blended,
Set like stars-their courses ended;
Rich in promise-dark. forever:
To rise again All, never
At the South, tmay Heaven defend herd
so II was in Lees surrender.
Oh the sad; the sad returning
OF the bold brave hearts. and burning;
Souls that smiled at doubt and danger,
10 whom failure was a stranger
They who held their lives so cheaply
For the cause they loved so deeply,
They who went with song and laughter
Writ their names in fame thereafter
At the South, MAY Heaven defend herD
They, the men of Lees surrender.
Now. when memory counts her crosses;
When she ponders DER her losses;
When she backward turns her glances,
Lol a gallant host advances;
They OF valor the portrayal.
Goodly in their gay arrayal.
They who went with song and laughter,
They who came with signs. thereafter,
At the South: MAY Heaven defend herd
These, the men of Lees surrender.
And when memory counts her crosses,
When she ponders DER her losses;
Weeps for hopes decayed and vanished,
Mourns for expectations banished-
In the real or the seeming,
I'm the waking or the dreaming.
There can come no darker sorrow.
There can rise no banker morrow
To the South. May Heaven defend herD
Than there came in Lees surrender.
Yet. i'm history's voceful reckoning,
To the far-Off future reckoning,
on the brightest OF her pages.
Themes for poets dnd for sages,
See. enlit with quetchess glory.
Wreathed in song. embalmed I'm story,
Names OF those who went with laughter,
who came back I'm tears thereafter
AT the South. May Heaven defend hero
The valiant men OF Lees surrender.
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02
Tribute to Our Women.

A correspondent Of the Charleston Cou-
rier, who writes with equal grace and IA
cilty in verse and prose. thus refers IN a
poem OF 1863 to the ladies' OF Richnond.
who. to do them justice have fully come
up TO the measure Of his poetic praise in
their ministratons TO the sick and wounded
soldiers during the war:
! Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses.
| Turn the key on your jewels to-day.
| And the wealth OF your tendril-like tresses
Braid back In a serious way:
| No more delicate gloves. no more laces,
No more triing I'm bOudOir or bower.
| But come with your souls In your faces
To meet the stern wants OF the hour.
Look around. BY the torchlight, unsteady,
The dead and the dying seem one
What trembling and paling already
Before your dear missions begun?
These wounds are more precious than
CHASTITY
Time presses her lips to each scar,
WINE she chants Of that glory which
Transcends all the horrors Of war;
Pause here by this bedside How mellow
The light showers down on that browl
Such a brave, braWny visage Door felioWi
Some homestead is missing him now:
Some wife shades her eyes in the clearing.
Some mother sits mourning. distressed
While the loved one lies faint, but I'M
fearing,
With the enemy's ball in his breast.
Here's another-a lad-a mere stripling.
Picked up in the field almost dead
With the blood through his sunny hair
ripping
From horrible cash 4. the head
They say he was first In the action
Gay-hearted. quick-headed and witty:
He fought till he dropped with exhaustion
At the gates OF our fair southern city.
city.
With a spirit transcending his years
Lift him up in your large hearted pity.
And wet his pale lips with your tears:
Iouch nm gently; most sacred the duty
or dressing that poor. shatterc9 hand;
God spare him 10 rise In his beauty
And battle once more for his land.
Pass on, IL Is useless to lineer.
While others are calling your care:
There is need for your delicate finger.
For your wOmany sympathy there.
There are sick ones athrst for caressing: |
There are dying ones raying for home !
There are wounds TO be bound up with |
And shrouds to make ready for some.
They have gathered about you the harvest |
or death I'm its ghastliest view.
The nearest, as well as the farthest
is there with the traitor and true
And, crowned with your beautiful pa
tence,
Made sunny with love al the heart.
You must balsam the wounds OF a nation,
Nor falter nor shrink from your part.
And the lips OF the mother will bless YOU.
And angels, sweet-visaged and pale.
And the little ones run to caress you,
And the wives and sisters cry hail!
But III Won lFOU down uphaefad
What natter Gods ways are the best.
You have poured out your life where
twas needed
And He will take care OF the rest.
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02
A Southern Volunteer.

Yes, sir. 1 fought with StoleWaH,
And faced the rghi with Lee,
But II this here Union goes 70 "'if
Make one more gun Tor ile.
! didn't shrink from Snefmt"
As he gallOpat 20 the sea
But N this here Union goc. 70 "af'
Make one more gun for me-
WAS with 'em at Manassas-
The bully boys il gray
| heard the thunder foatln
Round stonewaN JACKSON va,
And MANY a tine this sword of mine
Has blazcf the route for Lee.
Rut N this old Union goes 10 war,
Make enc NOR sword FOR me-
I'm not so FUN o. nrhtln'.
Nor haIf 20 flll Of fun,
"A / UaS hack in the sixties.
vheu / shouldsred my old gun
I, may be that my halr Is white
guch thtngs. you know must uf,
pnt M this old Unions in Tor ngh',
Make one more gun Tor mel
haiu't forgot my raisin-
Nor. how, IN sixty two.
or thereAbOUts. with battle shouts,
charged the boys In blue.
And / say: | fought with Stonewah,
And blazed the way for Lee
But n this old Unions IN for war.
Make ono more gun for me,
Frank '. stanton.
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02
The Captain with His whiskers.

AS they marcel ed through the town with
the banners so gay,
went to the window to hear the band
play
l peepe1 through the blinds very eau
tiOusly then,
Lest the neighbors should say l was look
Ing at the men.
hear the drum beat and the music SO
sweet,
But my heart at that time had a much
greater treat,
For the company was the finest l ever
did see.
And the captain with his whiskers took
sly glance at me.
That night at the ball, l., Of course.
thought twas right
To pretend that we never had met until
that night;
But he knew me at once, l perceived at
a glance.
And hung down my head when he asked
me 70 dance;
He sat by my side at the end of the set
And the sweet words he said l can never
forget,
For the company was the finest 1 ever
did see.
And the captain with his whiskers took
sly glance at me.
But he marched from the town, and saw
him no more;
But ! think of him often. and the whis-
dream all the night. and talk all the
day
OF the love Of captain who went far
away.
remember with superabundant delight.
How we met on the street and we
danced all the night,
And | keep in my mind how my heart
jumped with glee,
When the CAPTAIN with his whiskers took
a sly glance at me.
But there is hope for a friend Just ten
minutes ago.
Says the captain has returned from the
war. ard you know,
He Will be looking for me with consldera-
BILE Zest.
But It's useless TO tell you. for you know
all the rest.
Perhaps he is here. let me look around
the house:
Keep still every one of you-stilI as a
mouse
For II the dear creature IS here. he will be
With his whiskers a-taking a sly glance
at me.
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02

The following song which gained great
popularity. was written in 1864 by Mr. "
Wallace Rowe. OF this city, and published
by George Dunn q Co.. Of Richmond
At dead OF night when on my beat.
And naught but darkness meets my
view,
On then. my love, | think OF thee.
And ask If still thOu'rt kind and true.
Thou lOYst me yet, thOu'rt still my own.
My heart from every care Is free
IL warmly thrObs this wintry night.
Because, my love, / think OF thee.
Now by tho pale and feeble ray
Ot fading lamp thou seek'st repose,
Offering a ferVent prayer on high
For him who's absent among foes.
The bell has struck, my watch Is past.
And now the welcome guard | see.
Good night. my love- sweet rest be thine,
And in thy dreams SIN think Of me.
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02
The Vacant Chair.

We shall meet. but we shall miss him I;
There Will be one vacant chair,
We shall linger TO caress hin.
While we breathe our evening prayer.
When a year ago we gathered,
Joy was In his mild. blue eye;
But a golden chord Is severed,
And our hopes in ruin lie.
CHORUS:
We shall meet, but We shall miss ann,
There viii be one vacant chair;
We shall linger TO caress him,
When we breathe our evening prayer.
At our Preside, sad and lonely.
Often will the bosom swell
At remembrance OF the story,
How our noble Willie fell;
How be strOve TO bear our banner
Thro' the thickest OF the fight,
And uphold our countrys honor
In the strength Of manhood's might.
Chorus:
True. they tell US wreaths OF glory
EveTmOre shall deck his brow,
But this sOOthes the anguish only.
Sweeping DER our hearistrings now.
Sleep to-day. O. early fallen,
In thy green and narrow bed;
Dirgss from the pine and cypress
Mingle with the tears we shed.
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02

ny Mrs. Anna Peyre Dennies)
I'm the hour Of thy Story.
When thy name was far renowned.
When Sumter's glowing story
Thy bright escutcheOu crow ned.
oh, noble Carolina. how proud claim
was mine
That through homage. and through duty.
and brthught } Wus thine.
Exultng as l heard thee.
OF every lip The thoae.
Prophetic visions stirred me
In hopes illumlneI dream
A dream Of daunucss Vaior, ~ battles
fought and won.
Where each field was but a triumph
hero every son.
And now when clouds arise.
And shadows round thee fan.
] lift TO Heaven my eyes
Those visions Go recall.
For / cannot deem that darkness Will rosi
upon thee long
on. lordiy Carolina with thy heart Dbl.
brave and strong.
Thy serrlod ranks of pine.
Thy live oaks spreading Wide,
Beneath the sunbeams shine
IN fadcless robes Of pride.
Thus mlrshallcd on their native soil fli
gallant sons stand forth.
As changeiess as my forest green ce.
FAINT of the North.
The deeds of other days
Enacted by thcIr slics.
Themes long OF love and praise,
Have wakcncd high desires
In every heart that beats within thy
proud domain.
To cherish their remembrance and Use
those scenes again.
Each heart the home of daring.
Each hand the foe of wrong.
They'll meet with naughty bearing
The WurshIps thunder song,
And though the base invader pollltc- fhr
sacred shore.
They'll meet him as uudaunted as tlaIr
fathers did of yore.
His feet may press thy soil.
His numbers bear thee down.
In his yaudIl raid for spoil
Ills sOrdid soul 10 crown,
But bis triumph VIII Doe fceunr. Tor The
hour IS drawing near
When the war-cry Of thy cavaliers snaI
strike his startled ear
A fearful time shall come
When thy gathering bands unite.
And the larum sounding drum
Calls 20 struggle for the right
PRO arts et pro fOcis.' from rank o.
rank shall ly,
As they meet The bastard foeman 20 con.
quer or 20 die.
OH then a tale Of glory
Shall yet again De Thine.
And the record OF thy story
The laurel shall CntWluo.
Oh, noble Carolina! oh, proud and iory
Heroic deeds shall crown thee ana %,
nations own thee great
New Orleans. December >. 1871
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02

He waved his sword and gave command
For right about and skedaddle.
Chorus:
You may talk about your horses fast,
Wen have a two-mile heater;
But Yankee, when you turn him loose
Is much the faster creeter.
And when old Jackson catches them,
They awful bad DO fare:
He TANKS them on the right and LETT
Stuart bags them In the rear.
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02

| The drapery Of Heaven hung low
In dark and gloomy shrouds
And angels used the weeping stars
In plnning back the clouds.
| The shades OF gloom and woe prevail
Ger all the land and sea,
! And eyes so long unused 10 tears
Now weDt for Robert Lee.
A Christian soldier true and brave,
Beloved near and far,
lie vas the first In time OF peace,
And first In time OF war.
Virginia never reared a son
As good and brave as he
Save one. and that was Washington.
Who lived and died like Lee.
His peaceful sword is laid away.
His work on earth is done;
lie loved the people OF the South
They idolized their son.
There's not man, woman, or child,
| care not where they DE.
Throughout This still sweet sunny South.
But loved the name OF Lee
He had no enemies on earth.
There's not Il voice can
Say aught against the name OF Lee,
The soldier or the mar;
And that would be a proud cold heart.
That e'er would cease TO be
place where memory wrote the rz,ue
OF Robert Edward Lee.
Bow down your heals. ye southern sens.
A few brief moments spend
In weeping for .he loss OF one
Who lived and died YOUR friend
He loved you as he loved his life,
So when on bended knee
Look up AMI e, the angels hear
You pray, ODD bless "'ir Lee"
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02
A Lay of SharDsburg.

After the battle Of Sharpsburg a burial
party from the northern army found n
Confederate captain in the throes or
death. In his hand was clasped the fol-
lowing note which was given TO our
pickets, ard was conveyed to his wife.
1t contained for her the first intelligence
OF his fate:
my Dear Wife:
Il am dying I die for my country.
Teach our little boy to cherish my
memory. I never knew until now how
much l love you. Good-by. Your
"WILLIAM."
Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1896-07-02
THE SONGS OF DIXIE.
Those Which Were Popular In The
Southland In War Fines.
AIRS THAT STIRRED THE HEART.
romc Are of War, Some of Home,
and some of Prison Iifc-Pocms
Deeds of Southern Heroes.

What a story Of love and devotion to
Lost Cause Is told I'm the poems and
rongs which have been written about the
beautiful Southland. when her fair skies
were obscured by the smoke OF battle,
and her fertile fields troaden down by
the marching Of armies. or ploughed up
by the cannon-ball. The yalor of the
heroes who are now sleeping under the
sunny skies of our land will ever be sung
ns long as deeds Of bravery are admired
by a now united people Who is not
glad TO claim the land OF Dixie as his
home wherever he may be; land where
the women are fair and the men brave;
land upon whose soil were reared the
greatest statesmen this country has ever
produced?
The sentiment that existed in the South
during and after the war IS best shown
In poems and songs which were written
auring that period Beiow are given
many Of those which were, and are now,
the most popular of the hundreds that
have been composed on this subject;
Farewell, Forever, to the STAR
spnngied Hammer"
Farewell. forever, the star-spangled ban
No longer shall wave DER the land Of
the free
in its place wen unfurl to .4e broad
broad breeze OF heaven,
Thirteen bright stars round the Palmet-
tO-tree
Let tyrants and slaves submissively
tremble.
And bow down. their necks meath the
"Juggernaut' car,
But brave men viii rise in the strength of
their manhood
And cry, Give me freedom or else give
' VA" CHORUS.
Farewell, forever, the star-spangled ban
No longer shall wave Ger the land of
the free
In its place Wen unfurl to the broad |
breeze Of heaven
Thirteen bright stars round the Palmet
to-tree.
We honor-yes, honor-bold South Caro-
Though small she may be, she's brave
as the best;
The flagship Of states, she's out on the
ocean.
To beat back the waves Of a dark bill
lows crest
Chorus-Farewell forever. &c.
We honor-yes, hOnOr-our seeding sis
Who launched this brave bark alone on
the sea:
Though tempests may howl and threaten
destruction,
Wen hurl to the blast the proud Pal
mettO-tree.
Chorus-Farewell forever. &c.
And when to the contest the others cry
"Rescue'-
Virginia. undaunted, will rush to the
fight,
To break down the iccbergs of northern
coercion.
And rise in her glory of freedom and
right
Chorus-Farcwell forever. &c.
When the fair fifteen sisters, a bright
constellation.
Shall dazzlngly shine in a nations pure
skies
With no hands to oppose, no foes TO op-
press them,
They'll CLEAN there forever, a light TO
all eyes.
CHORUS.
Farewell, forever, the star-spangled ban
No longer shall wave Ger the land Of
the free
I'm its place Wen unfur 10 the broad
broad breeze Of heaven.
Fifteen bright stars round the Palmet-
to-tree. +. ID. HUNDLEY.