The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1898-06-15

| Chorus: Hurrah! etc.
| Hail, our navel heroes that
| Have won conqueror's name;
| Heroes of Manila. by
| Our nation crowned with fame.
| Initiate their valor and
Their fearless deeds proclaim,
| While We are fighting for Cuba!
Chorus: Hurrah! etc.
With this, several other songs Of a patri-
otto nature, Hail. Columbia" Star
Spangled Banner" 1.-THE Red, White and
Blue" Battle Hymn Of the Republic.
etc., and others, embodying the home senti-
ment common to all, have been arranged at
the end of little book Of familiar hymns
and songs printed in clear though fine type
and bound In size suitable for carrying in
the pocket of the soldiers blouse, and are
for free distribution among them and men
of the navy.
Foreigners who are here as correspond
ents have expressed their great surprise
at the interest manifested by the religious
people of the country in the spiritual well
fare Of the soldiers, and their labors In his
behalf. Said one to me yesterday, after,
as a matter of curiosity, he had attended
a meeting at the tabernacle: ut is Al sur
| in Europe I never heard of such thing.
To be sure, the most Of the European
armies have chaplains, but one never
sees such work as this. And, another sur
prise is to see the crowds in attendance.
and the interest manifested, especially in
| the singing.
| "That tabernacle-as you call twas full
as It could be packed of attentive, earnest
he hot he do
them good" Gle was raised under Church
of England influences, and has lived for
years in Paris, when not following armies
In war time, and is therefore competent
judge.)
A. H. Terry Post, No. 20, Department of
Florida G. A. r., located at Tampa, as
sisted by the Woman,s Relief corps. held
memorial services at the tabernacle yester-
day at p. m. The music was by the band
of the Ninth United States infantry, and
the firing party was from the same organ
| ization.
| The post has about forty members, and
they came in from widely-separated parts
of the north-from Maine to the Mississip-
| pi river. Probably 500 people not belong
ing to the organization were also present.
! A firm of tobacconists from st. Louis,
Mo-, has sent here and distributed to the
troops a carload Of tobacco as their con-
tribution to the comfort of the soldier.
Would Soldier for No Man
The hotel and grounds were brilliantly
lighted, band on the porch was filling the
evening air with melody, in the spacious
rotunda a hundred officers moved to and
fro, and with scores of ladies enjoyed the
cool breeze that swept through the wide
portals. In the ball room, at one end Of
the veranda, dancers, undisturbed by the
heat, were keeping time with the strains
of one Of Sousa's grandest productions, "and
| all went merry as a marriage bell"
| Unkempt and unwashed, his feet In
broken shoes through which his toes could
be seen, his clothing in rags. his hair inno-
cent of comb or brush as his face and hands
of soap. the tramp looked upon the scene;
a. first from distance, then from nearer
point of view. Finding that he was not
halted, he shambled up on the piazza, and
approaching one Of the doors, stood in the
shadow of pillar, seeming to watch the
crowd with longing eyes. After he had
done so for several minutes, he drew the
remnants of hat down over his eyes and
turned away. But on the pavement he turn
ed again; and so long and earnest was his
| look, tHdl d lOuuSeF scdteu HOtiCeu
and hoping for a story accosted him.
pretty scene, IS it not?"
At first there was no reply. Then turn
ling slowly, the homeless replied: Eyes; it's
pretty, but it don't do nobody good"
'Why; those people seem to enjoy 1t, and
the music certainly Is fine
Eyes; 'spose is is, for them as likes II"
"But, don't you like it," r.
| he ~ 1nf n oil
tootin' on them horns an things, an keep
in awake nights?"
"How would you like the life of a sol
ldier?"
IT wouldn't have none Of It. WOULDN'T
mind any man nor set O. men; gittin' W
when they wanted me to, an goin' to bee
same time every night, an bein' hauled
over the Goals ten or dozen times day
an mebbe gittin' shot at the end OF 1t. No
Stree; no sojer in mine"
What would you like to do or be?'
"'Taint none O. your business. I'm git
tin along all right. But don't want nj
sojerin'. An they're mighty stuck up. too.
"What do you mean?"
1T went inter one O. ther camps today
thinkin' mebbe they'd give Teller bit
o. suthin', an when asst the Teller tina
was coolxin' wouldn't he 81 me a bite h
seq yes he wud. he'd 81 me a dog bit
agin didn't get out o. that, an be spr
about 1t; and jes' then saw the bigges
dog ever saw in my life comm my way
an jis lit out.
"An' then l went inter a Niger camp
thinldn' I'd git somethin', and they WI
wus'n the white ones; fur one o. 'em hol
Tered to a sojer to put me out. an he j
run me plum out with gun behind me
an had to hustle to keep him from
prickin me with his ba'nit.'
"Well'-to prolong the conversation an