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f ^ ONE FLAG, ONE LAND, ONE EE ART, ONE HAND, ONE NATION, EVERMORE! YOL. II. HARTFORD, OON^f., SATURDAY, JUNE 4, 1870. ^^O. 48. ours at |)oiuc. Tlic i'ollowinif capital 8on)^ was written at,Ciiinp Ford, IVxiiH, Marc.li lOtli, I8G4, hy tlio soldier po-et, Col. A. J. 11. Dngiimio, tlieii a prisoner iifc that place. It, was written in the "Old tlao-," the Union ])nper published among the prisoners l»ut was not lithographed snbse(ineutl.y with the rest of the paper, on account of the extreme lineness of the writing. W A R SONG. "GULF OF MKXICO." Air :—Bonnj/ Havens, 0 ! Wo parted from onr sweet-hearts with a kiss up-on each month To join the expedition that was marching on the South; Every eye wa.s dim with sorrow, and our hearts were full of pride, For the Old Flag waved above us, and a sword was by each side. . f Through the land of Dixie, 0 ! Thro' p, the laud of Dixie, 0 ; OHOKUS. ^ expedition to the Gulf [ of Mexico. There were men from jNlassachusetts—there were noble souls from Maine, And New Haiupslure .sent her soldier boys to swell the martial train ; From Connecticut's green valleys, and Rhode Is-land's silver bays. Marching onward came these gallant hands the Union Flag to raise. Chorus. renn.sylvania sent her legions and they did not "make her wait, And we joined the gaUant Buckeyes in the old Ohio State; And the brave Kentucky hunters buckled on their arnu)r bright. For the ohl Hag shone before them with its stars of silver light. Chorus. Whore Alissouri rolls her waters to the Missi-ssip-pi's banks, Came the vuliaiit sons of liberty to swell our niiuching ranks. And wo called the friends of Freedom, who had never bowed the knee. From the jjlains of Indiana and the woods of Ten-nessee. Chorus. Then we heard the tread of soldiers marching on to join <uir van, From the lllinoisian prairies, and the wilds of jMichigan ; And from Iowa's dark forests, and from Kansas' border tracts. Came the tramp of bold hack-woodsmen, with their ritles on their backs. Chorui. Oh ! ye saw our banners Hashing, and ye heard our cannon roar. When we swept the rebel armies from Port Hud-son's castle shore; And ye might have seen our gunboats, and our pickets spread their mesh, From the black Atchafalyu to the green and gras-sy Teclie. Chorus. 0 ! •we I'ought and bled like heroes, and wo trod like .soldier men. Marching up and down, and in and out, and round about ag iiu. And the way we burned or powder, no report can ever tell, For whene'er we saw a rebel lioad, we flred at it a shell. Chorus. O ! Avo wanted not variety, or ever changing scenes, For whene'er wo gained a battle we went back to New Orleanis; And when we caught our loyal ilies, all fast in Union webs, Wo straightway did evacuate and leave them to the rebs." Chorus But our armies held the river and our navies lield the main. And onr gun-boats were at Galveston beside the liai riot Lane, And to give our troops a furlough, and explore the Texan clime. On one New Year's tlay they landed luu-e, and went back—nary time ! Chorus. Then at Sabine Pass, one pleasant day when all the- sky was bright. It suddenly got clouded, and we lo.st our ' MOHN-iNC; LKiirr." But wo still fought on by moonlight, and beneath the Flag of Stars, Till at last "Diana's" rays went out behind tho rebel bars! Chorus. Tlien we tried to light tho darkness by a BKAZIKU lilled with lire, But the rebels came and overturned our Brashler In tlie mire. All was madness then around us, with no pros-pect of relief. For the rebels cooked our mutton wluni we lost onr liAYOu Bkkf. Chorus 'Twas a hard road that wo traveled, but we swal-lowed down our dose. And thro' Texas soujo went southward to a pris-on house most Giiocis. And thro' Texas some went northward, and they nuide their bed and board, Ou the cold ground and corn dodger—'twas tho best they could af-Fui(0. Chorus. To the Brigadiers and Gun-boats wo return our heartfelt thanks, And wo wish we had some corn-dodger to send to General Banks. Chorus. 0 ! long live the Federal Congress, and long live old Ahra-ham, And <iiay they all got wide-awake to find out every sham. And when thoy mako a General, let's hoi)e he's not an ass. And when thoy send out gunboats lot them shun the Sabine Pass. Chorus. Now God bless our wives and sweet-hearts, and preserve them from all harms. Ami restore us weary prisoners to reet within their arms ; For we've had our share of glory, and you must not think It strange, If we'd yield our claims to Texas soil f(n"justa fair—EXCHANGE , Chorus. tempest of the black Dccomber night— he fire was glowing cheerily in the well-filled grate, and the dinner table all in a glitter with cut glass, rare china and pol-ished silver, was only waiting tor the pre-sence of Mr. Audley. "What can it be that detains pupa ?" said Mrs. Audley, a fair handsome mat -on of abont thirty, as she glanced at the dial of a liny enameled watch. "Six o'clocK and he does not make his appeai- Wo have fought and we've been gobbleil by the tierce guerrlll i iiordos, We have drank our fill of glory, and have lost our bran new swords, TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. "Please, sir, will you buy mv chest nuts ?" "Chestnuts ! No!"' returned Ralph Moore, looking carelessly down on the upturned face, whose large brown eyes, shadowed by tangled curls of flaxen hair, were appealing so pitifully to his own. "What do 1 want with chestnuts ?" "But, please, sir, buy 'em," pleaded ihe little one, reassured by the rough kindness of his tone. "Nobody seems to care for them, and—and—" Slie fairly burst into tears, and Moore, whb had been on tho point of brualiing Carelessly past her, stopped instinctively. "Are you very much in want, of the money T' "Indeed, sir, we are," sobbed the child; motlier sent me out, and—" "Nay, little one, don't cry in such heart-broken way," said Ralph, smooth-ing her hair down with careless gentle-ness. "I don't want your chestnuts, but here's a quarter for you, if that will do you ai.y good." He did not stay to hear the delighted incoherent thanks the child p>iured out through a rainbow of smiles and tears, but strode on his way, muttering between his teeth : "'1 hat cuts off my supply of cigars foi the next twenty-four hours. "I don't care though ; the brown-eyed object really did cry as if she hadn't a friend in the world. Hang it! 1 wish 1 was rich enough to help every poor creature out of the slough of despoiid !" While Ralph Moore was indulging in these very natural reflections, tho dark eyed little damsel whom he had comforted was dashing down the street with quick clastic footsteps, utterly regardless of tho basket of unsold nuts that still dangled up-on her arm. Down an obscure lane she darted, between tall ruinous rows of houses, and up a narrow wooden stair Ciisci to a room where a pale, neat looking woman witlj large brown eyes, like her own, was sewing as busily as if the breath of life depended upon every stitch, anc two little ones were contentedly playing in the sutishinc chat teuiporarily supplied tho place of the absent (ire. "Mary ! back already 'i Surely you have not sold your chestnuts so soon ? "Oh, mother ! mother ! see." ejaculatet the breathless child, "a geutleman gave me a whole quarter. Only think, mother a whole quarter !" If Ralph Moore could only have seen the rapture which his tiny silver gift dill'useil around it in the poor svidow's poverty-stricken home, he would have grudged still less the temporary privation of cigars to which his generosity had sub jected him. Years came and went. The little chest nut girl passed as entirely out of Ralph Moore's memory as if her pleading eyes had never touched the soft s|)Ot in his heart, but Mary Leo never forgot the stranger who had given her tho silver piece. ance I" 'There's a man with him in the study, mamma—come on business," said Rol}ert Audley, a pretty boy, eleven years old, who was reading by the fire, 'I'll call him again," said Mrs. Audley, stepping to the door. "But, as she opened it, the brilliant gaslight fell full on the face of an humble looking man in worn and threadbare gar-ments, who was leaving the house, while her husband stood in the doorway of his study, apparently lelieved to be rid of his visitor. ^'Charles," said Mrs. Andley, whose cheek had paled and flushed, "who is that tnan, wnd what does he want ?" "His name is Moore, love, I believe, and he came to see if I Avould bestow up-on him that vacant messengership in the bank." "And will you ?" "I don't know, Mary, I must think a-bout it." "Charles, give him the situation." "Why, my love ?" "Because I ask it of you as a favor, and you have said a thousand times you woidd never deny me anything." "And 1 wdll keep my word, Mary," said the lover husband, with an aftVction-ate kiss. "I'll write t,lie fellow ti note this very evening. 1 believe I've got liis addres.s somewhere about me." An hour or two later when Bobbie and Frank and Eugene ^yere snugly tucked u)) in bed in the spacious nursery above stairs, Mrs. Audley told her husband why she was interested in the late of a mail whose face she had not seen for twenty years. "That's right, my little Avife," rejilied her husband, folding her fondly to his b]-easi, wheu the simple tale was conclu-ded, "never forget one who lias been kind to you in the days wheu you needed kindn* ess m#o st." # * * Ralph Moore was sitting in his poor lodgings beside his ailing wife's sick-bed, wiicn a liveried servant brought a note from the rich and prosperous bank director, Charles Audley. "Good news, Bertha !" he exclaimed, as he read the brief words. "We shall not starve—Mr. yvudley promises me the vacant situation." "You have (lrop])ed something from theuote, Ralph," said Mrs. Moore, imint-ing to a. slii) of paper that lay ou the lioor. Moore stoo])ed to recovehe ; . ra y. It was a fifty dollar bill neatly folded in a piece of paper, on which was written : "In grateful remembrance of the silver quarter that a kind strangiu- bestowed uii a little chestnut girl over twenty years ago." Kali)h Moore liad thrown his morsel of bread on the wate-rs, and after many days it had returned to him. S L A N D E R . 'Twas but a breath— And yet a woman's fair name wilted. And friends oMce warm were cold ami stilted ; And life was worse than death. One venomed word, Ttiat struck its cowar<l, poisoned blow In craven whispers, hushed and low. And yet the wide world heard. 'Twas but one whispered—one—- That nmttered low, for very shame, That thing the slanderer dare Jiot name. And yet its work was done. A hint .so .slight, And yet so mighty in Its power, A hunnin soul in one short hour, Lies crushed beneath its blight. "THE BOYS' ROOM." A friend of mine recently took mo through her children's apartments. First, we were shown the "girls' room," a plea-sant back chamber in the up right part of the house. A neat rag carpet covered the fliooi", the beds were furnished with pretty patch-work quilts, while wash-stand, mirror, and chair.s completed the furniture. It locked quite attractive, though vases of flowers and pictures would have increased its attiactivcness. Then my friend led me through the "boys' room," which was in the wing. "Quite a contrast," was my mental com-ment, as we entered the low uncarpeted apartment—no mirror, no bathing conveni-ences, nothing save two bedsj faded quilts, unpresentable elsewhere, and one chair for three boys. And this is not a solitary exceptional case. Almost universally among farmers <[itideed, among families generally), little" or nothing is done to render boys' rooms pleasant and attractive to them. True, they spend a few waking hours there, but even in going in and out of a pleasunt and attractive room every day has a great io-fluence upon the character. Boys are more careful not to litter a carpet than a floor; therefore a carpet will tenci to cul-tivate in them order and neatness. They will have more self-respect, and be more respectful to others, if they come down in the morning with hair neatly brushed and clean teeth, than with sleepy, unwashed eyes, and hair a la porcupine; therefore, furnish their rooms with toilet appliances. Mothers, buy some pri.tty prints to hang in their room; give thein a table with a neat cover, at least a chair for each, and in summer it will be a trifling trouble to cut a fresh glass of flowers every two or three days. They may scarcely seem to notice these things, but they have their influence. Almost imperceptibly the surroundings modify the character. I doubt not the influence from early 3'ears to maturity of a pleasant room with a few vvell-choseu books and pictui es would bo more bene-ficialvvould tend more to ennoble both in-tellect and moral nature, than a year or two of "schooli'ig" at an academy which farmers are generally ambitious to give their sons. People think too little of the daily and hourly education of children. The house, the flower garden, the yard, the family paper, the intimate friend, all are teachers , take care, mothers, that the teachers be pure, true, ennobling. Jitirul Nfiw Yorker. The crimson window curtains we.-e closely drawn to shut out the storm and BE FIKM.—Tho winds and the waves may beat against the rock planted in a tro(d)led sea, but it remains unmoved. Be you like that rock, young man. Vice may entice, and the song and the cup may invite. Beware—stand firmly at your post. Let your principles shine forth unobscured. There is glory in the thought that you have resisted temptation and con-quered. Your bright examphj will be to the world what ihe lighthouse is to tlie mariner upon a lee shore ; it will guide hundreds to the port of virtue and safety. Till'] man at the head of the house can mar the pleasure of the household, but he cannot mako it. That nuist rest with the woman, and is her greatest privilege. Tho annual meeting of the Connecticut Soldiers' Orphan Home will bo held at the New Haven Hotel ou Wednesday, Juno 1st, at 10 a. m. The clay model of tho equestrian statue of Cen. Lyon, which is to be placed in Lafayette Park in St. Louis, has been completed by the sculptor, Wilson Mac- Donald of New York. The statue, when finally cast, will bo colossal in size, and will represent the Geuerai as ho appear-ed ju-;t before he was shot at the battle of Wilson's Creek, seated on his horse and waving his hat. On the pedestal are tho words, "1 will lead you," \xhich ho is said to have used at that time, wheu load-ug the Second Kansas.
|Title||Soldiers' record, 1870-06-04|
|Uniform Title||Soldiers' record (Hartford, Conn.)|
|Subject||United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Veterans -- Connecticut -- Newspapers; Hartford (Conn.) -- Newspapers|
|Description||Frequency: Weekly; Publication dates: Vol. 1, no. 1 (July 11, 1868)- ; Notes: Devoted to the interests of the soldiers and sailors of the late war.|
|Collection||Newspapers of Connecticut|
|Source - Location||Connecticut State Library microfilm, AN104.N6 C6692|
|Relation-Is Part Of||Connecticut military newspapers, 1862-1875|
|Publisher||W.F. Walker & Co|
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|Title-Alternative||Other title: Soldiers' record and Grand Army gazette; The soldiers' record|
ONE FLAG, ONE LAND, ONE EE ART, ONE HAND, ONE NATION, EVERMORE!
YOL. II. HARTFORD, OON^f., SATURDAY, JUNE 4, 1870. ^^O. 48.
ours at |)oiuc.
Tlic i'ollowinif capital 8on)^ was written at,Ciiinp
Ford, IVxiiH, Marc.li lOtli, I8G4, hy tlio soldier po-et,
Col. A. J. 11. Dngiimio, tlieii a prisoner iifc that
place. It, was written in the "Old tlao-," the Union
])nper published among the prisoners l»ut was not
lithographed snbse(ineutl.y with the rest of the
paper, on account of the extreme lineness of the
W A R SONG.
"GULF OF MKXICO."
Air :—Bonnj/ Havens, 0 !
Wo parted from onr sweet-hearts with a kiss up-on
To join the expedition that was marching on the
Every eye wa.s dim with sorrow, and our hearts
were full of pride,
For the Old Flag waved above us, and a sword
was by each side. .
f Through the land of Dixie, 0 ! Thro'
p, the laud of Dixie, 0 ;
OHOKUS. ^ expedition to the Gulf
[ of Mexico.
There were men from jNlassachusetts—there were
noble souls from Maine,
And New Haiupslure .sent her soldier boys to
swell the martial train ;
From Connecticut's green valleys, and Rhode Is-land's
Marching onward came these gallant hands the
Union Flag to raise. Chorus.
renn.sylvania sent her legions and they did not
"make her wait,
And we joined the gaUant Buckeyes in the old
And the brave Kentucky hunters buckled on
their arnu)r bright.
For the ohl Hag shone before them with its stars
of silver light. Chorus.
Whore Alissouri rolls her waters to the Missi-ssip-pi's
Came the vuliaiit sons of liberty to swell our
And wo called the friends of Freedom, who had
never bowed the knee.
From the jjlains of Indiana and the woods of Ten-nessee.
Then we heard the tread of soldiers marching on
to join |