The National tribune., 1901-07-11

Ryan, the Poet Priest, whose young
brother had been killed in battle.
THE CONQUERED BANNER.
'Furl that banner, for it's weary,
Round its staff It's dropping, dreary;
Furl it, fold it; it is best:
For there's not a man to wave IT,
And there's not q sword to save it,
And there's not one left to lave it
In the blood which heroes gave it:
And its foes now scorn and brave it;
Furl it, hide it-let it rest.
"Take that banner down, It's tattered,
Broken is its staff, and shattered,
And the valiant hosts are scattered
Over whom it noated high;
Oh, tits hard for us to fold it,
Hard TO think there's none to hold it,
Hard that those who once unrolled it,
Now must furl it with sigh.
"Furl that banner-furl it sadly
Once ten thousands hailed it gladly,
And ten thousands wildly, madly,
Swore il would forever wave
Swore that foeman's sword could never
Hearts like theirs entwined dissever,
Till that flag would float forever
Ger their freedom or their graves.
"Furl it, for the hands that grasped it,
And the hearts that fOndly clasped II,
Cold and dead are lying low;
And the banner, it is waiting,
While around it sounds the wailing
OF its people in their woe;
For though conquered, they adore it,
Love the cold, dead hands that bore 1t,
Weep for those who fell before it,
Pardon those who trailcd and tore 1t,
And, oh. wildly they deplore il,
Now to furl and fold it so.
"Furl that banner; true, It's CORY,
Yet, it's wreathed around with glory,
And twill live in song and story,
Though its folds are in the dust;
For its fame on brightest pages,
Penned by poets and by sages,
Shall go sounding down the ages
Furl its folds though now we must
"Furl that banner, softly, slowly,
Treat it gently-it is holy
For it droops above the dead;
| Touch 1t not-unfold it never
Let it droop there, furled forever,
For its peoples hopes are dead.
MOUNTAIN PAToIs.
The following dialogue, illustrative o
Language and literature" in the Kentuck
Appalachians, was stenographically re
| corded on the epot-in "Guerrant'
Diary" which 1 paraphrase somewhat
as usual.
Scene-General Humphrey Marshall an
staff at the head of Giltner's, Clay's an
JohnsOn's battalions of Cavalry froI
THE Blue Grass"
Location-"Cut Shin," Kentucky Mour
tains.
Actors-Gen. Marshall, weighing 40
pounds, more or less: staff officer, an
orderly; old man, old woman and seve
girls.
First Girl-"Great God Almighty, loo
a-yonder at the men! Run, Polly AM
! an git you a towel to shake at 'emr
Second Girl-"Well! that beats all &C
Out There's men enough to lam all Ii
Yankees in Creation"
Old Woman-"Hush your CAB, gal
| You'll skear the men with your COINS on
First Girl-"Tarnation, Mani Z
ye think We never seen no men before
Here they come! Shake your towel
Third GirI-"well. that is q plum sigh
: Will they never git done a-comin'f
? pray for the corn all them hosses will e;
up tonight. 1 hope they won't stop mig
! Dads crib"
( Fourth Girl-"Becca Janel hush yol
: mouth, Them fellers II swear yoTl
crazy"
5 Third Girl-"WhoIl carel tn tai
; more men AN them to run Bee crazy. Bu
= anyhow, that's u sight to look at"
e Fifth Girl-"Hurraaa fer them me
4 say"
r Second Girl Polly Ann)-"Look a-ya
e der at that onery 'scape gallows' In man
ingun patch, pullin' 'em up like they WI
d his'n! Git out o. that, / say, or III kno,
b you out" (soldier gifts out.D
|, Sixth Girl-"Look a-here Misteri wh
do ye call that ar thing a-hangin' to yo
s sider'
- Soldier-"A canteen."