"With Sherman? No, I followed Grant, sir, in the old Potomac fight; When the rebel balls were whizzin' all about us day and night; Where we had to hew our progress, every foot that marked the way, And the troops were piled in furrows, like great swaths of new-mown hay. 'Neath a sun that poured in fury down upon devoted heads 'Neath the freezing blasts of winter, with a snow-drift for our beds; In the swamps, where venomed reptiles coiled about us as we passed, Till we thought each fleeting moment was on earth to be our last. I was with him, sir, at Richmond, when the rebel banner fell; Layin' bleedin' by the ramparts durin' that triumphant yell. Both my legs had passed from under, severed by a cannon ball, And the quiverin' trunk lay helpless just beneath the rebel wall. But my wail of bitter anguish told a nation it was free'Twas the price of threatened honor- 'twas the price of liberty! "Married? No! thank God! I'm single. In my wanderin' mode of life Heaven knows how I should manage, were I burdened with a wife! What with all the weary heartaches I've been forced to battle through, Freezin' nights, and starvin' mornin's, I have borne enough for two! Days and days have passed together when I've sought in vain for bread! Bitter nights have closed around me with no place to lay my head! Should you wish to know the torments of a hell on earth begun, Robbed of strength to fight and conquer, face the world as I have done! Walk the streets a starvin' beggar, hawkin' wares, but few will buy; Note the glance of scornful loathin', as each one goes heedless by. Feel the pangs of gnawin' hunger that you have no means to stay, Know that life is growin' feebler from exposure, day by day. See the happy, smilin' faces, gracin' homes of wealth and ease, Knowin' that you left your manhood on the battle-field for these. "I was happy in my youth-time-happy in a maiden's love But she left me, when the angels called her to themselves above. She was much too pure and gentle for this weary world of care, So she's watchin' for my comin' in the mansions over there! I can see her form to-night, sir, as I saw it once before, When I left her in the gloamin' and enlisted for the war. As she wept upon my shoulder, holy tears that glisten yet, Were, as gems of rarest beauty, in the crown of freedom set. In the bitter days that followed, many a cheering message came, Bearin' words of peace and comfort in my absent darlin's name. When I fell amid the carnage and the papers had me dead, She just sank beneath the tidin's and resigned her life instead! Well, I s'pose the blessed Master knew jest how it all would be, And removed her to His kingdom, holdin' her, in trust, for me. "I am sure, I beg your pardon! but, somehow, I al’ays find That the world seems growin' brighter, when I thus relieve my mind. Jack is sleepin' soundly, bless him! he has brought me only gain For his childish whims and fancies have renewed my youth again. There is somethin', sir, in children, that commands our love at will! Teachin' us the blissful lesson that the heart is human still! What is that? a five you've given'? Do you really mean it, SURE? May the Lord reward an' keep you for your kindness to the poor. And another for the youngster? Why, the skies are clearin' fast; But I guess the angels, maybe, have remembered us at last! I am but a crippled soldier, lost among my fellow-men, then; And I've often noticed, stranger, as from place to place I roam, That the skies seem growin' brighter, as I'm drawin' nearer home." J. RUSSELL FISHER. THE DOCTOR'S WEDDING. THOUGH Oft I've read of love unblessed, And missing brides, and bridegrooms minus, Or minstrels sung, of love's disgressions, Or leaves upon my mind enscrolled Such lively scenes and dire impressions. · About Van Tromp - a sounding name- The very children stopped and gazed The farmers' wives his wisdom praised, He was a bachelor quite lone. Now what more fitting thing could be 'Twas eve in fall — a glorious time Now the doctor's way, on his wedding-night, His only weapon his cane of bone. Now it may be the bear that day It may be, but I cannot say; But his path through the woodlands lay He made resound; The grouse rose whirring from the brake, At last the pat of feet heard he He looked around what eyes were those? He ceased his song at upper G, And drew his breath in "ah's" and "oh's." He did not seize a club of oak, Like Valentine, in Gallic fable, And end the bear at one bold stroke, But ran as fast as he was able. His very teeth began to chatter, He left his wig In air, in an o'erhanging twig, |