The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1897-05-16
QUERIES AND ANSWERS.
WANTED. ANCESTORS or GENERAL
JOHN MoAUsLASD.
when the first bicycle Was Invented.
who Wrote aux Itaiiennes"-Werd
Of Rentucky Belle.
Can Our Readers Give Il?

Can Our Readers Give Il?
VIII you kindly inform me in regard
70 the ancestors Of the late Confederate
General John McCausland? l have been
looking up tho McCausland family IN
Marie. and there IS a tradition that one
OF the family went South century or
so ago. ! thought It possible that Cen
eral McCausland might be DESCENDANT
OF this one. II you cannot aid me,
easily. kindly refer me to some one who
can. / have an impression that Gen
crai McCausland was a Virginian.
O. u. CLASON, Gardner, Me.
Az We are unable TO furnish the infor-
nation desired. we invite correspond
cnce on the part OF any subscriber or
reader who can do so. in the mean
time we suggest to Mr.. Clason to ad-
dress a letter OF inquiry 10 The POST
master. Point Pleasant. West Virginia
Who Wrote IL?
Can you tell me who wrote the poem
AUX Italiennes?' X r. -
Robert Bulwer Lytton was the author
OF the poem.
What Surrender?
W. have received a communication re-
ouesting us 10 publish the words OF Inc
Surrender
AS there have been a number OF sur
renders during the course OF ume' We
hone we are not liable TO the charge OF
stupidity II we ask Which oneF
Kentucky Belle.
In response 10 a score OF requests, we
publish below Constance Fenimore Nooi-
sons poem Kentucky Belle.
Summer Of 90, sir. and Conrad had gone
away -,
Gone co the county-town, sir 10 sell
our first load Of hay;
We lived in the Lighthouse yonder' poor
as ever you've seen,
Roschen then was a baby. and was only
nineteen.
Conrad. ne took the oxen, but he LETT
Kentucky Belle;
How much we thought OF kentuck-l
couldn't begin to tell
Came from the Blue Grass country; my
father gave her 10 me
When l rode North with Conrad, away
from the Tennessee.
Conrad lived in Ohio. a German he IS.
you know;
The house stood in broad corn-helds,
stretching on. row after row:
The old folks made me welcome, they
were kind as kind could be;
But l kept longing, longing for the hills
OF Tennessee.
Oh, for a sight OF water the shadowed
slope OF hill;
Clouds that hang Of the summit; Wlhu
that never Is still;
But the level land went stretching away
TO meet the sky,
Never rise from North TO South TO
rest the weary eyel!
From East 10 West. no river TO shine
out under the moon.
Nothing to make a shadow In the yeI-
low afternoon.
Only the breathless sunshine, as / look
ed out. all forlorn;
Only the rustic" rustic" as I walked
among the corn.
When I fell sick with pining. we didn't
wait any more,
But moved away from the corn-lands,
out 10 the river shore;
The Tuscarawar. It's called. SIR; of
there's a HILL you see;
And now I've grown 10 like Il next best
TO the Tennessee.
I was at work that morning.; some one
came riding like mad:
over the bridge and up the road; Far
mer Roufs little lad:
Bareback he rode; he had no hat; he
hardly stopped to say:
"Morgan's men are coming, Frau; they're
galloping on this way.
I'm sent 10 warn the neighbors; he
isn't a mile behind;
He sweeps up all the horses. every horse
that he can find;
Morgan Morgan. the raider, and Nor
CAMS terrible men;
with bowie knives and pistols, are gal
looping up the glen"
The lad rode down the valley. and
stood still at the door:
The baby laughed and prattled. playing
with spools on the floor;
Kentuck was out I'm the pasture; Con-
rad. my man. was gone;
Near. nearer, Morgans men were gal
Looping. galloping on
Sudden picked up baby. and ran to the
pasture bar:
"Kentuckw-I called-"Kentucky" She
knew me ever so far;
/ led her down to the gully that turns
down there 10 the right;
And tied her 20 the bushes-her head
was just out Of sight.
As ! ran back 10 the Lighthouse. at once
there came a sound;
The ring OF hoofs. galloping hoofs-trem-
bling over the ground.
Coming into the turnpike out from the
White Woman Glen:
Morgan, Morgan. the raider. and Nor.
CAMS terrible men.
As near they drew and nearer. my heart
beat fast I'm alarm.
But I still stood I'm the doorway, with
baby on my arm
They come, they passed: with spur and
whip IN haste they sped along:
Morgan, Morgan. the raider. and his
band. six hundred strong.
Weary they looked and faded. riding
through night and through day:
Pushing on East TO the river. many miles
away;
To the border-strip where Virginia runs
UP into the West.
And ford the upper Ohio before they
could sion IN rest