The Republican journal., 1905-06-29


The bugles blast and roll of drum,
Announced the hour of action come,
And thrills through stout hearts sent.
With martial fire burns Colonel Burns,
Not all the praise that Tilson earns
Conld serve his true commanders turns,
On higher honors bent.
The several troops in order fine
Through evolutions of the line
And all the subtle discipline
Of Uncle Sam were guided.
While drunken loafers crowded dense,
And women with their finer sense,
And ragged urchins on the fence,
In unison applauded.
painting courier at ten
Announced unto those noble men
The troops were all in order then
To be inspected.
Then Titcomb to his saddle vaulted,
Then Smith upon his horse exalted,
And Cushman just a little matted,
Their way directed.
To camp, where booming guns received
them,
And not a single blunder grieved them,
On all the field.
Then General Cushman turned aside,
And peerless Titcomb forth did ride,
His splendid staff on either side
In order wheeled.
Jameson, whose eagle eye detects
of light and shade the smallest specks,
The order of the line inspects
And finds in fine condition.
Then on the right drawn up in stations,
Cushman and Titcomb tried the patience
Of listening ranks, and then TOR ratlons
Gave them dismissiOn.
His Excelency Governor Lot,
The town officials had bethought,
With all the ceremonies, they ought
To invite into this training.
AT four upon certain hill,
SO was it put down in the bill,
See Lot the program to fulfill,
His noble charger refining.
Fifty-six horses and the Mayor,
For escort fit at three prepare,
The cavalcade under the care
Of Paul K. Hazeltine,-
Paul to the state in days of yOre
Had doughty service done before,
But this day Burrill, Mansfield, Poor
With HIM in tolls combine.
Mounted on steeds little fretted,
That back and forth pranced and curvetted,
Fat aldermen their gravy sweated,
And rode in bodily peril,
Till cooler airs their pores CONCEALED
On Mount Repose, where the troop wheeled
In line to welcome to the field
The Noble Governor Morrill,.
Lot to this point by stage or wagon,
Without one military rag On.
Or if on horse, then none to brag on,
Had somehow CHANGED to come.
And so a splendid steed Of sorrel,
All richly decked was LED by Burrill,
And rendered strait to Governor Morrill,,
Mounted, wherein hum
Of welcome trembled through the troop,
Their capless heads and courteous stoOp,
And trailing flags, and banners droop,
Honor the advancing chief.
Mayor and Aldermen to each
Next hOnOring he his hand did reach;
The Mayor in well digested speech
Gave his big soul relief.
Kneeling, the key of Belfast's gates
Its hospitable cheer and Gates
Unto the will he dedicates
OF the distinguished guest.
The cts, not needing how they vote,
To hOnUrS meet themselves devote,
Nor clanked the first discordant note
That day in any breast,
Where genial feeling broke the chain,
Which rugged party hate in pain
Had fastened like the curse of Cain
Upon the limbs of men of Maine,
And kept their souls asunder.
And now the column all arrayed
In sections was to city led
With Lot as the Legitimate head"
Without single blunder
Meantime what movements Church street,
saw,
What crowds of urchins thither draw
With eyes out sticking and with awe
Listing the trumpets blare!
For here a gallant proud array,
With leaders splendid as the day
All in embattled order lay
Upon the public square.
Arrived before the line brigade
Halted the escort cava)cade,
And standing with uncovered head
The soldiers met their chief.
Pieces present, in bugle tones.
That thrilling went through each mans
bones,
Pealed from the lips, firm set like stone
OF Burns in order brief.
We introduced His Excellence
To officers, the States defense,
The unlocking cOncOurse was immense,
And gave convincing evidence,
Of there were any need),
Ten thousand eyes with pleasure glancing,
And standards waved and feathers dancing,
The cheering bands and horses prancing,
And other thing of which we CAN'T sing,
That he was chief indeed.
Wheeled into columns of platoons,
The army, horse, foot and dragons.