The Jimplecute. (Jefferson, Tex.) 18??-1907, 1905-02-04
Gen. Dick Taylor Camp ]. c. V.
NO. 1895.
Ct. W. L. DAWSON, Com.
GEO. II. TODD, Adit.

ed into Mr.. John Fiedler's onPolk
street, and the follnwing CONVEX
sation occurred:
care you Mr.. John Fiedler2"
Eyes Sir"
well, my name is Gambler. I
am brother of Gov. Gambler of
Georgia. He requested me, if
came to Jefferson, Tex, to inquire
for John Fielder. who carried him
off the field on the first days bat
tie at Shiloh He was badly
wounded in his shoulder, leg and
eye. He said he asked the SOL
der, who took him back. hisname
and be told him John Fielder of
Jefferson, Texas, He was a mem
Der of the Crescent Regiment of
Louisiana.
Mr.. Feldler, after a minutes re-
Election, remembered the incident
perfectly. Mr. Gambler is now at
Linden, Cass county.
i to-
Gen Dick Taylor Camp, 1855,
U. G. V. meets next Sunday, 8, p.
m, at Court House. All members
are requested to pay dues for 1905,
Headquarters are calling for same.
Call on Geo. T. Todd or G. w. l..
Dawson and pay.
t / i
POEM.
By Col. Horace WEIGH. Asst. Inspt.
Gen. g. A. R. Department of Texas.
Delivered at the Presentation Of Cros-
ses of Honor to E1- ConfederateSo Soldiers
at Jefferson, Texas, Jan. 10, 1905, (Lee's
Birth Day.)
All! Yes. the days of sixty three
Were fateful days for you and for me,
When in a million muskets rattle
Was heard that mighty storm of battle
And amidst the shrieks of hurting
shell, ee
Rang out that thrilling Confederate
Bell,
AS If some fearful spirits might
Had added fury to the fight.
And war and hate had come again,
To sway primeval savage men.
And in our ruin kings would see,
Mankind thrust back to monarchy.
In all the story of our race,
No equal crises finds place;
Then rose our patriot spirit high,
| Resolved the nation should not die.
And on the sea, and on the land
II n I ~
Fair youth and sturdy manhood
Gave up life, as only dies the brave,
And ere the foemans force was spent
Fresh graves, marked half continent.
So fell our men in sixty-three,
To gain to the world victory
That brought it's fruits with equal
share
To the conqured as well as conquror,
And bazoned forth In the van
Of all proud name, American.
And now the ensign Of the free,
That proclaims the Nations majesty,
Proclaims in peace on every side
A glorious people unified.
Oh, fair the gifts, bounteous hand
Has showered upon our tranquil land
But brighter, grander, still see,
The vision of our destiny.
All! Yes, the days of six three,
In memory ever dear shall be,
Heroic days for you and me,
And now | am glad to see.
/ an glad te take Confedrate's hand; |
For the day is drawing nigh,-
My comrades are bidding you welcome
now,
Who dwell under Northern sky.
Here, brightest eyes now shine
Upon you men who escaped the fray.
The Nations loving hear is thrilled
BY the union of Blue and Gray.
Show me the contemplate weakling.
If any such there be,
Who will not cheer the gray clad men
Who followed Robert Lee?
A loving mother clasps her sons
to her loye-pulsing breast;
She honors most her "laureled" ones, |
Forgetting not the rest.
Bring on the men of Shiloh;
And the Wilderness stern guards,
The men we fought. and learned to love
In bright days afterwards;-
Bring Longtreet, Hampton, Gordon,
Lee;
Dick Taylor and Cabel;
Unfurl the old Confederate flag"
Beneath which your Jackson fell.
Let trupet call and bugle blast
Bring back the battle days.
While all America shall ring
With loving songs of praise.
Let mingled ranks of brotherhood
March on in proud array,
And challenge Earth to equal
A united Blue and Gray.