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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Song of Lancaster, Kentucky + to the statesmen, soldiers, and citizens of Garrard County. + +Author: Eugenia Dunlap Potts + +Release Date: March 10, 2010 [EBook #31594] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SONG OF LANCASTER, KENTUCKY *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Stephen Hutcheson and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + THE + SONG OF LANCASTER, + KENTUCKY. + + + TO THE + STATESMEN, SOLDIERS, AND CITIZENS OF GARRARD COUNTY. + + BY + EUGENIA DUNLAP POTTS, + + MAY, 1874. + + CAMBRIDGE: + __Printed at the Riverside Press.__ + 1876. + + + + + NOTE. + + +The writer of the following little history has presumed to borrow the +peculiar style of versification from Longfellow's celebrated Song of +Hiawatha. + +She has carefully examined the records within reach for the facts of her +story. Should important omissions occur, it will be due to the meagerness +of existing evidence. + +May events so dear to hearts now at rest forever, be perpetuated in the +memory of the present generation. + + EUGENIA D. POTTS. + +Lancaster, _May, 1874._ + + + + + THE SONG OF LANCASTER. + + + + + CANTO I. + PRIMEVAL DAYS. + + + Hear a song of ancient story, + Of a city on a hillside, + Of the valleys all about it, + Of the forest and the wildwood, + Of the deer that stalked within it, + And the birds that flew above it, + And the wolves and bears around it, + Sole possessors and retainers + Of the silent territory. + Hear the song of its high mountains + Of its gushing rills and streamlets, + Of its leaping, rolling rivers, + Of the meadows still and lonely, + Of the groves all solitary, + Of the land of cunning fables. + Should you ask me of this city, + With its legends and its stories, + With its tales of peace and plenty, + With its tales of Indian warfare, + With its nights and days of watching, + With the camp-fires all a-gleaming, + And the white man's deadly peril, + I should answer, I should tell you, + 'Tis the city of Lancaster, + In the county we call Garrard, + In the State of old Kentucky, + In America, the nation + On the continent Northwestern, + Found by Christopher Columbus. + Once a tangled, gloomy woodland, + With the music of its rivers, + As they wound along the grasses, + With the singing of its birdlings, + As they flew among the maples, + With the hissing of its reptiles, + Crawling o'er the sylvan meadows, + With the growling of its wild beasts, + Lurking in the dells and caverns. + Angels gazed with pleasure on it, + On this Eden habitation, + On this work so calm and lovely; + On the moonlit, velvet carpet, + Where the fairies held their revels, + On the broad expanse of verdure, + With the sunbeams slanting o'er it, + On the rugged mountain eyrie, + Where the eagle reared her nestlings, + On the tiny brooks that trickled + Down the glens so cool and shaded. + Green and fresh the ferns and mosses, + Clinging close to rock and crevice, + Pure and bright the silver waters, + Dancing o'er the shelving limestone. + Angels saw and angels praised it, + For the gracious Spirit made it, + "Very good" the Spirit called it. + Happy valley! Peaceful shadows! + Glorious sunlight of an epoch, + Which the latter days can know not! + For the stride of man's progression + Desecrates these pristine beauties, + Bends these gorgeous land-scape beauties, + To his purposes of profit. + + And the cycle brought its changes, + As the moons were waxing, waning. + The still tract of virgin woodland, + Was invaded by the demon + That the sweet primeval ages + Soon were destined to encounter, + The remorseless Indian demon, + The bold red man of the forest. + Then the wigwam and the peace-pipe + Sent aloft the smoke of welcome, + Welcome to the roving brothers, + To the tribes that wandered restless, + To the sachem and the chieftain, + To the warrior and the maiden. + I have said the tribes invaded + The sweet haunts of Nature's children, + Of her birds and beasts and reptiles, + Of her rivers, rills, and streamlets; + Of her trees and flowers and grasses, + Yet the song of peace continued. + Peaceful still, yet no more silent; + For where man, with human passion, + Dwells in all this wide creation, + Strife is ever slumb'ring, waiting, + Waiting for the magic touchstone, + For the trouble he is born to, + "Trouble, as the sparks fly upward." + So there rose a reign of terror, + Of dismay and cruel bloodshed, + When the white man came among them, + The all-potent, dreaded pale-face, + He, another bold invader, + An usurper of the woodland. + When he came with might and fury, + And the hatchet was uplifted, + When the war-cry sounded louder, + And the wigwam smoked in ashes, + And the peace-pipe fell forever, + From the lips all stiff and gory; + And the sachem and the chieftain, + And the warrior and the maiden, + Fled for safety from the woodland, + Roaming restless, ever moving, + To the land of deer and bison, + To the rolling, grassy prairies, + To the distant unknown regions, + To the placid, broad Pacific, + To the setting of the sunlight. + + + + + CANTO II. + 1769-1796. + PIONEERS. + + + In the days my Muse is singing, + In the days of early settlers + On the "dark and bloody ground," there + Came a pioneer so famous + For his greatness and his goodness, + For his sterling sense of honor, + For his frame of strength and vigor, + For his nature, bold and hardy, + And his spirit, firm and steady, + That the annals of the nation, + The proud archives of the country, + Shout his name in stirring pćans, + Blazon forth his fame and glory, + From the rising to the setting + Of the sun he loved to follow. + Many days and nights he wandered + O'er the turf of good old Garrard, + Now in sight, perchance in hearing, + Of the birds and beasts and reptiles, + Roaming wild and roaming lonely, + In the groves of fair Lancaster. + Now in sight, perchance in hearing + Of the melancholy plover, + Of the bluebird's thrilling whistle, + Of the redbird's gentle chirping, + Of the blackbird's noisy chatter, + Of the whippoorwill's soft pleading, + And the ringdove's tender cooing. + All these sounds, I trow, were welcome, + To the pioneer hunter, + Daniel Boone, the practiced hunter. + On the plains and hills I'm singing, + He has pitched his tent at nightfall, + And has laid him down to slumber, + With his deerskin wrapped about him, + With his household gathered 'round him. + And the creatures of the woodland, + The dumb creatures of the forest, + At the noisy crack and flashing + Of his trusty, timeworn rifle, + Fell, the prey of man's dominion, + Formed his frugal fare and feasting. + All about the plains and hilltops, + Are his faded, sacred landmarks. + Let them linger, ever linger, + Faithful witnesses of honor; + For the hunter sleeps forever, + Daniel Boone, the sturdy hunter, + Daniel Boone, the early settler, + Sleeps beneath the waving bluegrass, + Sleeps among the hills of Benson, + On the river side at Frankfort. + + Other pioneers came hither, + Other white men sought the woodland, + When the red man fled to westward, + From the scenes so fierce and gory, + Where the tomahawk uplifted + Wrought such strife and havoc deadly. + And once more the axe is lifted, + And the monarchs of the forest, + Of the forest bought with bloodshed, + Fell with echoes loud and startling, + 'Mid the lonely hills and valleys. + And the white man built a city, + In the woodland once so peaceful, + In the woodland once so warlike, + Built a fair and goodly city, + 'Twas the city of Lancaster, + Yes, a stranger travelled westward, + From the land of trade and commerce, + Of William Penn and "loving brothers," + And the stranger's name was Paulding. + With his compass, chain, and log-book, + He marked out this modest city, + On the pattern of his birthplace, + And they christened it Lancaster. + And the county was called Garrard, + For the governor and statesman, + For James Garrard of Kentucky. + Seventeen hundred six and ninety + Saw the corner-stone implanted. + + And the cycle brought its changes, + As the moons were waxing, waning. + Pavéd streets and handsome houses, + Busy shops and tradesmen's houses, + Office, inn, and people's houses, + Cottage white and mansion costly, + Structures high and structures lowly, + Marked the once secluded valley, + Graced the once sequestered hillside. + By and by the streets were fashioned + From the model of McAdam, + And adorned the youthful city. + Richmond, Mulberry, and Paulding, + Danville, Lexington, and Water, + Stanford, Campbell, and Crab Orchard, + Were the windings of the city. + And the noisy hum of traffic, + And the roll of cart and carriage, + Told of barter and of bargain, + Told of human gains and losses, + Scared away the beasts and birdlings, + Locked and dammed and bridged the rivers, + Chained the rolling streams and rivers. + Schools were opened, where the people + Learned to read and write and cipher. + Coaches linked the growing city + With the busy world around it. + Youths and maidens joined in wedlock, + Parents knelt at family altars, + Children gamboled in the playgrounds, + Cats and dogs and cows and horses, + Swine and animals of burden, + Followed man, the master spirit, + And supplied domestic comfort. + Lawyers, doctors, merchants, traders, + Preachers, artisans, and idlers, + From afar and near flocked hither; + And the "continental coppers" + Were in speedy circulation. + Spinning, weaving, sewing, knitting, + Filled the women's dextrous fingers, + And the homespun and the linsey + Were the choice and boasted fabrics, + Furnished strong and useful garments, + In the day of early settlers. + Social gatherings were frequent, + 'Round log fires and tallow candles, + And the quaint old invitations + To some public house or "tavern," + Call a smile to faces modern; + "Come and join a square cotillon + At the hour of four precisely,"-- + Was the custom of the city, + Of the sensible young city. + Sights and sounds all strange and novel, + Filled the wood with unknown echoes; + Man, the civilized, wrought changes, + And the olden landmarks vanished. + + + + + CANTO III. + 1796-1812. + ANCIENT BUILDINGS. + + + More than threescore years are buried + With the ages long departed, + In the annals of Lancaster, + Of the city I am singing, + Since the place of law and justice, + Since the venerable forum, + The first court-house was erected. + Seventeen hundred eight and ninety, + Reads the record of the city. + Logs adorned its sides and summit, + Logs without and logs within it, + Building fashioned all so lowly, + That 'twas deemed unfit to linger + On its public, broad arena, + In the center of the township. + Down it fell one day thereafter, + (In eighteen hundred and eleven, + Of the ever moving cycle,) + And a nobler and a better, + Made of brick and stone and mortar, + Reared its ghostly head among us, + Reared its high and white cupola, + With its bell and towering belfry, + Clanging far and clanging nearer, + Tolling loud and tolling softly, + Ringing forth the day's proceedings. + Strangers, coming to the region + Of the city quaintly outlined, + Of its square, right-angle outlines, + Saw from hill-tops in the distance, + Saw from valleys and from lowlands, + This great pile of architecture, + In the central broad arena, + In the middle of the township. + Fence of stone with iron railing, + By and by extended round it, + Blooming locusts brown and lofty + Cast their cooling shadows o'er it. + On its rostrum men of power + Oft declaimed to judge and jury; + At its bar were earnest pleadings + For the erring and the guilty. + In its halls were panoramas, + Lectures, shows, and exhibitions, + All the public entertainments, + All the tragic and the comic, + All the festivals and music, + All the city's merry-making. + 'Round and 'round the gorgeous structure, + (Gorgeous in that generation,) + Stood in rows the public houses, + Primitive and unpretending; + But their tenants knew no others, + They were simple, frugal tenants, + They were happy in their folly. + + The year eighteen hundred, fifteen, + (Just beyond my canto's limits,) + Saw the good work of improvement, + Still progressing, moving forward, + Still advancing, ever onward. + In the suburbs of the city, + Rose a noted house of worship, + Large and generous in model, + Called Republican and holy, + Called Old Church in eras later, + Where all Christian sects might gather, + Save the Catholics, named Roman, + And the curious Shaking Quakers. + These might not be met as fellows, + By the followers of Jesus; + These were aliens from the sheepfold. + All around the sacred building, + Slept the dead, both high and lowly, + (For death came into the city,) + All around the sacred building, + Tombs and slabs of stone and granite, + Marked the resting of the sainted, + Marked the resting of the wicked, + Of the infant and the aged, + Of the slave and of the master, + Of the mourned, the loved departed. + And the Sabbath bells came pealing, + In sweet echoes on the breezes, + As the willing feet went weekly + To the worship of Jehovah. + + Nearer to the stirring places, + Near the thoroughfare of business, + In the active, growing city + I am chanting now in measures, + Was erected in this era, + In its earliest beginning, + Yet another famous building, + The Academy of Garrard. + Pile revered in ancient glory, + Pile renowned in modern story, + Ever honored Alma Mater + Of distinguished men and women. + Here the noble cause of learning + First received the great momentum + That has sent it rolling downward, + In the hands of willing helpers, + To the ages of the present. + Here on walls of polished plaster, + Were inscribed in myriad numbers, + Names of unforgotten heroes, + Names of genius and of talent, + Names beloved in social circles, + Names renowned on fields of battle, + Honored names in senate chamber. + And the sacred pile was cherished, + By each absent son and daughter. + Many years beyond this period, + (Well I ken the oft told story,) + On a sunny day in autumn, + When the leaves were "sere and yellow," + When the woods were melancholy, + There were little children clustered + In this notable old school-room; + There were little children striving, + For the prize-book and the medal, + Children conning words in triumph, + Down the line of b-a-baker, + Children frowning o'er the problems + Of the higher rules and text-books, + When a shadow crossed the doorway, + And there followed it, a stranger. + Then the children quickly started, + At the bidding of the teacher, + And in attitude of homage, + Gravely gazed upon the stranger. + On his venerable person, + On his hair all white and silvered, + On his brow all seamed and furrowed, + On his countenance so noble, + Gazed with looks of silent wonder. + He surveyed the group with pleasure, + He beheld them with emotion; + And his heart was touched within him, + All his spirit stirred within him, + At their prompt, respectful greeting, + At their attitude of welcome. + Turning then to front the teacher, + He said, "Madam, I am weary, + I am travel-worn and dusty, + I have wandered long and restless, + I have come from distant regions, + To behold this treasured school-house, + See again its wall all penciled, + With the names I well remember, + With the deeds of my school-fellows; + To review once more the playground, + Where my boyhood's days were merry; + Jackman's Cave, the pond, the meadow, + And the spring at Captain Baker's; + All these places I have trodden, + Where we played and where we skated, + Where we loved and where we quarreled, + Where we shouted joyous laughter, + Where we fought our little battles: + All these haunts of cloud and sunshine + Are so bright on mem'ry's pages." + Then he paused and looked about him, + But alas! the walls were covered, + Covered o'er with paper hangings, + Of the style so new and modern, + And the names were lost forever, + To the eyes of eager mortals, + To the gaze of wand'ring schoolmates. + Yet their impress e'er must linger, + Linger on till time shall sever + All the links this earth hath given, + All the tender links of feeling. + Alexander Bruce, the stranger, + Feasted well his eyes so faithful, + On the scenes long since familiar, + On the playground of his childhood. + He was one of many others, + Who have swelled the honored columns. + He returned with heart o'erflowing, + To the spot he fondly cherished, + And with pleasurable sadness + He now gazed upon the changes. + Change was wrought on all about him, + Change was wrought on all within him, + Yet the walls beloved were standing, + 'Mid the wreck of worlds beyond them, + Bearing witness to her children, + Standing monuments of witness. + And John Bruce, the great mechanic, + Was the brother of the stranger; + Was another noted scion + Of this noble house of learning. + To his genius of invention + Is the river world indebted + For the cutting of the sawyers, + Of the treach'rous snags and sawyers, + That were wont to plunge the steamer, + Boldly ploughing through the waters, + Into labyrinths of danger. + + Long the line of brave descendants, + Long the line of mental giants, + From this aged Alma Mater, + From this crumbling hall of science, + The Academy of Garrard. + + + + + CANTO IV. + 1812-1820. + SOLDIERS. + + + But the changing cycle moved on, + With the waxing, waning moonlight. + + 'Twas when European nations + Fell to quarreling and fighting + Over maritime dissensions, + That James Madison, the ruler + Of this glorious republic, + Felt the tread of foreign despots + On his loved and native country, + On the soil of peace and freedom, + And was driven to defend it. + For, these strange marauding parties + Ventured far from their dominion, + From their rightful sphere of labor, + From their proper place of warfare. + When a public proclamation + Called the people to the conflict, + Called the brave and hardy people + To unfurl the starry banner, + Mighty men of valor rose up, + At the cry, "To arms! To battle!" + For the seaports of the Union + Were blockaded by Great Britain, + By our alien mother country, + By the hostile British Islands. + Many battles, hot and bloody, + Many sieges and repulses, + Many victories and losses, + Stained the youthful nation's annals. + First at Queenstown, an engagement, + Then at Frenchtown on the Raisin; + Fights at York and Sackett's Harbor, + At Fort George and Chancey Island, + And at Williamsburg, Fort Erie, + Plattsburg, Bladensburg, Bridgewater, + And at Baltimore, the city + Lying eastward in the Union. + From eighteen twelve, to eighteen sixteen, + Troops were going forth to battle. + Then the final blow was given, + In the country stretching southward, + In the fair Louisiana, + In the land of sugar-planting, + Which the nation's gold had purchased, + In the sum of fifteen millions, + From the French in eighteen hundred. + And the New Orleans ship harbor, + On the yellow Mississippi, + Rolling swift its turbid waters, + To the distant, mighty ocean, + Was blockaded by the English, + By Lord Packenham, the leader + Of the brave and valiant English. + Andrew Jackson led the columns + Of Columbia, the Union; + And the enemy were routed, + In the South, were whipped and routed, + Thus the troubles terminated, + And the mighty men of valor, + Who had answered to the roll-call, + Who had joined the military, + Laid aside the sword and musket, + Put away the cap and feather, + And returned to ways of quiet, + To the quiet of the hearthstone. + There were generals and captains, + In the army and the navy, + There were colonels, there were majors, + There were officers and soldiers; + Men who went from farm and fireside, + Men who went from shop and ploughshare. + All the States rose up in answer + To the martial proclamation. + There were Pike and Brown and Chandler, + Boyd, Macomb, and Scott and Winder, + Dudley, Harrison, and Hampton, + Miller, Wilkinson, and Bainbridge, + Hull and Perry, Jones, Decatur-- + All these names adorn the record, + Mark the record of the contest. + And brave men from good old Garrard + Rallied to their country's standard, + And with spirits firm and steady, + Cheerful smiles and hearts undaunted, + Ready for the fitful changes, + Fortune's wheel was turning for them, + They put on their trusty armor, + And went forth to win or perish, + Went from Lancaster, Kentucky. + Captain Faulkner led to battle + Men and arms from Garrard county: + And the muster-roll is headed, + "Mounted Volunteer Militia, + Rendezvoused at Newport Barracks, + August, eighteen hundred thirteen." + Men who number nine and sixty, + In the stained and dusty archives, + Men who travelled near one hundred + Five and twenty miles to Newport. + Stephen Richardson, Lieutenant, + Meets us first upon the roll-call, + Isaac Renfro, next as Ensign, + Samuel Smith, and William Dunkard, + A. McQuea, and William Poor, + Rank as Sergeants next in order, + Then J. Nicholson, D. Perkins, + B. F. Smith, and William Truelove, + Are the Corporals, four in number; + For the Privates, see appendix, + In the chorus of my ditty. + Their commander's martial title, + Rose to General from Captain, + When the famous State militia + Held its reign in all the counties. + And 'twas thus with many others, + Of these veteran commanders. + + William Woods enrolled a column + Of the warriors of Garrard; + "Mounted Volunteer Militia, + Seventh Regiment,"--its title. + First is Thomas Brown, Lieutenant, + Then is Arthur Progg, Lieutenant, + Then comes Edward Beck as Ensign; + J--n Smith and W. Talbot, + Are the first and second Sergeants; + Sergeants third and fourth then follow, + Samuel Scott, S. Long, in order. + Joseph Brady and James Lackey, + J--s Brunt and C--s Silvers, + Are the Corporals, four in number. + Forty Privates are recorded, + At the closing of my cantos. + + Other soldiers went from Garrard, + Other citizens enlisted, + Of whose names no record lingers, + Save the register of mem'ry. + General William Jennings figured + In the battle on the Raisin; + And the soldier, Robert Elkin, + And our well-remembered Buford, + Are among the names familiar, + To the vet'rans of the city. + Michael Salter was Drum-major, + In the country's earlier struggle; + Was our one surviving scion, + Of the famous Revolution. + When their knell of death was sounded, + When they one by one went from us, + They were buried with the honors + Of the military calling; + They were followed to their resting + By the requiem fife of wailing, + By the muffled drum of sorrow, + By the solemn tramp of mourners, + By the fun'ral march of soldiers. + We are rearing brilliant guide-posts, + To the brave men of this era; + We are pointing to their actions, + With indelible mementos. + Thus may generations rescue + Sleeping heroes from oblivion; + May no recreant prove wanting, + In a sacred trust of homage. + Let the archives of the city, + The proud city of Lancaster, + Still perpetuate her warriors, + Still preserve her men of valor. + They are resting on their laurels, + In an everlasting quiet; + They have passed the rolling river, + To the arméd hosts of heaven; + They have joined another Captain, + While we linger in the rearguard. + Yet their deeds are all emblazoned, + In the hearts they left behind them, + Hearts that gratefully award them + Tributes that shall never perish. + Fare ye well, ye gallant soldiers, + Who have fought our country's battles; + Whether soon or whether later, + Whether north or whether southern, + Whether east or west or foreign, + Ye have fought them well and bravely + In the ever changing cycle. + Bear, ye echoes, to our patriots, + Waft, ye breezes, our sad parting. + + + + + CANTO V. + 1820-1833. + STATESMEN. + + + We are looking down the vista, + Of two scores of years departed, + We are searching ancient data, + For the story of the decade-- + For the fourth decade recorded, + In the annals of Lancaster. + Peace and quiet leave no footprints + On the true historian's pages, + 'Tis in action we remember + The career of our forefathers. + In the chapters now unfolded, + Rare memorials await us; + Of the principal achievements, + And the men who made them famous, + Some have floated down unto us, + Some shall live forever with us. + Borne along the stream of fortune, + Carried downward through the driftwood, + Come the names of learnéd statesmen, + Come the lives of men of genius, + Who were offsprings of the city, + The young city on the hillside. + Men who served the state and county, + In the schools of jurisprudence, + In the halls of Legislature, + In the House and Senate Chamber, + On the bench and legal rostrum. + There are records of their sayings, + In the books that crowd upon us; + There are fragments of their writings + In this distant generation; + There are volumes of their wisdom, + There are codes of law and practice, + Doctrines pure and bold and upright, + Which have made their names undying. + + Standing first upon the columns, + Proudly distancing all rivals, + Is the veteran and jurist, + Is George Robertson, Chief Justice + Of the high court of Kentucky. + Born 'mid pioneer hardships, + Reared in schools of self-denial, + All his native force and vigor, + All his diplomatic talent, + From his youth to failing manhood, + Grew to giant strength and prowess, + Till he ably represented + Every gift the people tendered, + Till the honors of his era + Crowded thick and fast upon him. + Early sent away to Congress, + He became a rising member; + Soon his voice rang forth as Chairman + Of the famous Land Committee. + He was foremost on committees, + For improving territory; + For extending roads and railways, + All throughout the western nation; + For constructing modes of travel, + For uprooting mineral treasures, + For internal State improvement. + Sounded forth his clarion dicta, + In wise forms of litigation: + The Missouri Bill on Slav'ry, + Called the Compromise Restriction, + The Dred Scott and Home Law contest, + In the wrangles and debatings + Of the "Old Court" and the "New Court," + All discussions of importance, + Themes of grave and weighty import, + All the mighty law decisions, + Found his tongue a bold defender, + Found his pen a busy helper. + All his aims in legal science, + Tended to the vindication, + Tended to maintain the standard + Of the country's Constitution. + He was author, speaker, pleader, + Wrote the noted "Manifesto," + Wrote a score of learnéd essays, + Was the founder of the movement + Giving every man a refuge, + Giving poor and homeless laborers, + Peace and comfort at the fireside. + Ere his mighty frame was stricken + By the doom of pain and weakness, + He was offered many stations, + Full of public trust and glory; + He was proffered many titles + Of distinction and of honor. + Some he served with zeal unflagging, + Some he wore with conscious merit. + Others still, he waived with firmness, + Others still, he put behind him. + In eighteen hundred eight and twenty + He declined the nomination + For the Governor of Kentucky; + And the post of Secretary + Of the State, he soon vacated, + To pursue more arduous duties. + Chief among rejected honors, + Were, the governor's dominion + Of Arkansas Territory, + And the trust of foreign missions, + At Peru and at Colombia; + And a place among the jurists + Of the land's Supreme Tribunal, + Of the great judicial body, + At the nation's seat of power. + All along his pilgrim journey, + Are the thickly-showered laurels. + Now his days on earth are numbered, + As the sands are gently dropping-- + --Fourscore years and four their telling-- + Now his mighty brain is resting, + From the pressure of life's burdens, + May his end be as the twilight + Of a day replete with blessings; + May he fall asleep in Jesus, + With the Father's welcome plaudit, + "Thou hast been a faithful servant, + Enter into joys of heaven."[1] + + On the soil of Garrard county, + Lived another famous jurist, + Lived John Boyle, another member + Of the Lancaster triumvir, + Of the Letcher, Boyle, and Owsley-- + Triune band of legal heroes. + Born at Castle Woods, Virginia, + Seventeen hundred four and seventy + By and by he journeyed westward, + Settling near to Whitley's Station, + And in seventeen hundred eighty, + Emigrated thence to Garrard, + Where the sun went down upon him, + On his brilliant life of labor, + In eighteen hundred five and thirty. + Educated in the English, + In the Greek and in the Latin, + Taught the strict routine of science, + By the Rev'rend Samuel Finley, + He selected as his mission, + 'Mid his striving fellow-creatures, + The career of the lawyer; + And for sixteen years and over, + Stood among the highest jurists, + Was Chief Justice of Kentucky. + He declined a marked preferment, + In the ranks of politicians, + Choosing avenues of labor + Nearer home and happier duties, + Nearer scenes of calm retirement. + His decisions when Chief Justice + Meet the eyes of his successors, + Furnish precept and example, + State Reports, in fifteen vňlumes, + Give the purity and firmness + Of a day when vice and bribery, + Pettifogging and corruption, + Strategy and self-promotion, + Clouded not the patriot's vision. + + Our renowned Judge William Owsley, + Representative and jurist, + Lawyer, legislator, ruler, + Has a record full of glory, + From his youth to his departure + From the stage of human striving. + Boyle and Mills and Owsley, colleagues, + With George Robertson, associate, + In the "Old Court" revolution, + Which endangered brave Kentucky + With dark anarchy and ruin, + Steered the state-craft o'er the breakers, + Stood unshaken 'mid the billows, + Saved the honored Constitution + From fierce partisans and wranglers. + Owsley's firm administration, + From the bench and bar judicial, + In the governor's chair of power, + Comes in heraldry unsullied, + On the banner of the contest, + Of the pen and diction contest, + Mightier than the sword of battle. + He reduced the annual bugbear, + The state debt, so long amassing, + And devoted all his efforts + To the Commonwealth's advantage. + In eighteen hundred two and sixty, + He laid down his useful manhood, + In the dust of lasting greatness, + At his home in Boyle county. + Long his psalm of life be chanted, + Long his earnest work remembered, + Long the sand retain his footprints, + Dust of dust, to earth returning. + + R. P. Letcher was a lawyer, + In his native county, Garrard, + In the city of Lancaster, + Till the year of eighteen forty, + When he rose up by election + To the Governor's high office. + Advocate and bold defender + Of the popular Whig party, + He was prominent in Congress, + In Kentucky Legislature, + Ruled the district of Arkansas, + Went to Mexico in office, + Served at home and foreign stations. + Full of genial, pleasant humor, + Anecdote and social temper, + He left many mourning comrades, + When he ended all his labors + At his residence in Frankfort, + Eighteen hundred one and sixty. + + William Jordan Graves, another + Of our citizens illustrious, + Is entitled to position, + In my melody of heroes. + He was lawyer by profession, + Went from Louisville to Congress, + And was actor in a drama, + As romantic as 'twas gloomy. + Mr. Cilley from New England, + Challenged Webb to mortal combat, + Webb, the editor, to fight him, + To atone for printed libel. + Webb declined the doubtful honor + Of becoming human target, + And on Mr. Graves, his second, + Fell the duty of the duel. + His antagonist, a marksman + Of accomplished skill and practice, + Yielding up the choice of weapons, + Whether pistol, dirk, or sabre, + Graves, a novice in the science, + Promptly risked his chance for living, + On the tried Kentucky rifle. + H. A. Wise of old Virginia, + Was the other chosen second, + Formed a member of the party, + Met at dawn in mortal combat. + Cilley fell at Graves's first fire, + The old rifle did its duty; + And a fellow-man lay rendering + Up the penalty of rashness. + George D. Prentice of the "Journal," + Louisville editor and punster, + Called the tragical encounter + Very _Grave_, un _Wise_, and _Cilley_. + All the city on the hillside + Was in sympathy united, + And extended cordial welcome + To her wand'ring son and hero, + When he came among his people, + Eighteen hundred nine and thirty. + At the Mason House a dinner + Was prepared to do him honor, + All his comrades will remember + How they met to do him homage. + In eighteen hundred forty-seven, + When the soldiers of the city + Came from Mexico in safety, + Came among us with rejoicing, + A grand barbecue was given + In the wood of Gabriel Salter, + Mr. Graves, the chosen speaker, + On the glorious occasion. + + Samuel McKee, the elder, + Was thro' many years distinguished + For his services as statesman, + Was conspicuous in office, + Was a gifted, brilliant member + Of a family of statesmen, + Of a family of soldiers, + Of superior men of talent. + One of Buena Vista's heroes, + Lying 'neath the sod at Frankfort, + 'Neath the battle shaft of marble, + On Kentucky river's margin, + Was a son of this great lawyer,-- + Colonel William R. McKee, a + Gallant sacrifice to courage. + + A. A. Burton's name now meets us, + On the roll of public servants, + He, a living illustration + Of the might of patient progress. + With a mind of varied talent, + With a keen perceptive power, + With true pride and high ambition, + He endowed his human storehouse, + He provided ample weapons + For the world's unsafe arena, + For "the bivouac" of fortune. + He was lawyer, Police Judge, and + In Dacotah Territory + Was appointed Judge and ruler. + In Lincoln's administration, + Was assigned a foreign mission, + At Colombia Republic; + And was sent as Secretary + Of the recent expedition + To the shores of San Domingo. + + Other leading men among us, + Have been tendered foreign duty, + Have declined the proffered honors, + Have been popular home magnates. + These celebrities we number + With the country's highest talent; + They, with lesser lights, illumined + Our ambition's broad horizon; + These and they, our master spirits, + Our auspicious hillside leaders, + Offspring of the young Lancaster, + Hers by birth or by adoption. + Strong the cord of native friendship, + Firm the bond of common birthright, + Binding close the city's children, + Linking all her sons together. + Waning moons have well attested, + Moving cycles, borne the triumphs + Of her statesmen and her rulers, + Of her public men and heroes. + Her municipal directors, + Her trustees and regulators, + Her attorneys and her judges. + Her executive comptrollers, + Her ambassadors, electors, + And her delegates intrusted, + Her mechanics and inventors,-- + _All_ her thinkers and her actors, + Join in fellowship untarnished, + Stand united in distinction. + + +[1]Judge Robertson died at his residence in Lexington in July, 1874. + + + + + SUPPLEMENT TO CANTO V. 1875. + MISCELLANEOUS DATES. + + + From stray fragments and traditions, + From authenticated pages, + From all evidence existing, + We transcribe the names of brothers + Who have served our state and county + In divergent fields of labor; + Who have lent their minds and bodies + To the profit of their fellows. + Stubborn facts and dates and figures, + Chime not smoothly in my measure, + Straggling history makes angles, + Which do sharply turn my canto-- + Which transform my major canto + Into strains of minor music. + Yet the story must be perfect, + Of the city on the hillside; + Still the awkward miscellany + Must awake my bard to chanting + All the song of fair Lancaster. + 'Twas in seventeen hundred eighty, + That there came from old Virginia + To the west, a gifted preacher, + Lewis Craig, a Baptist preacher, + Who became a valiant champion + Of that church in Garrard county. + Gilbert's Creek, his chosen station, + Was the scene of great revivals, + And his voice proclaimed the Gospel, + Till its tones were hushed forever. + + In seventeen hundred nine and ninety, + Nathan Hall, a Presbyterian, + Came to labor for the Master, + In this section of Kentucky. + + Nathan Rice was born in Garrard, + A strict follower of Calvin, + In his doctrines of religion; + Was a zealous, constant worker, + In the vineyard of salvation, + In the field of controversy, + As debater and reviewer, + Both as pastor and as author, + Labored hard and labored steady. + The debate on modes of baptism, + Sprinkling, pouring, or immersion, + Held with Alexander Campbell, + Caused unlimited excitement + All throughout the Christian churches, + Made a stir and nine days' wonder, + Throughout all denominations. + Universalism doctrine, + And the justice of slaveholding, + Formed two other grave discussions + In the great divine's career. + Dr. Rice is still devoting + His enfeebled voice and gesture + To the Gospel proclamation; + Furrowed brow and locks of silver + Give the glory of religion, + In a portrait true and tender, + Speaking fluent words and holy, + Telling still the "old, old story." + Every prominent position, + In the gift of flock or pastor, + Has been his to grace and honor, + In the field of Christian labor. + + J. L. McKee, D. D., proclaimer + Of the Gospel revelation, + Gathers penitents unnumbered + To the mercy-seat of Jesus, + Gathers multitudes of brothers, + In the strait way of salvation. + Earnest, eloquent and faithful, + Heart and mind and will are ready, + Ready by devoted study, + Ready by Divine assistance, + By the milk of human kindness, + By the grace of gentle warning, + For evangelizing sinners, + For converting souls from error. + Holding Presbyterian tenets, + Orthodox in Scotland's canons, + He proclaims a dying Saviour, + Points a crucified Redeemer, + Urges love among all brethren, + As his rule of faith and practice, + As his bulwark of dependence, + As the channel of redemption + For rebellious, wayward mortals. + Gifted orator and teacher, + Chastened learner and disciple, + May his thrilling exhortations, + May his zealous admonitions, + Long resound in old Kentucky, + Long reëcho in Lancaster. + + + + + STATISTICS. + + + SENATORS. + + From eighteen four, to eighteen hundred + Four and seventy, were statesmen + Sent to represent Lancaster, + In the senate of Kentucky. + First, in eighteen four, James Thompson, + Eighteen six, came William Bledsoe, + Eighteen nine, was Thomas Buford, + Then in eighteen twelve, John Faulkner, + Eighteen thirty-two W. Owsley, + Samuel Lusk, in four and thirty, + In fifty-nine, George Denny, Senior. + + + HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES. + + In the House the hillside city + Was in numbers represented + From among the early settlers, + To the present generation. + Thomas Kennedy, elected, + Seventeen hundred nine and ninety, + Then John Boyle in eighteen hundred, + Eighteen one, came Henry Pawling, + Eighteen two, was Stephen Perkins, + Next, in eighteen three, James Thompson, + Eighteen five, came Abner Baker, + Eighteen six, came Thomas Buford, + Samuel McKee in eighteen nine, and + William Owsley, eighteen eleven: + Then in eighteen twelve, John Yantis, + Eighteen thirteen, Samuel Johnson, + Eighteen fourteen, Robert Letcher, + Eighteen fifteen, came James Spillman, + Eighteen twenty-one Ben. Mason, + Then George Robertson, in eighteen + Two and twenty, was elected. + Twenty-seven, R. McConnell. + Eighteen hundred eight and twenty + Simeon Anderson next followed, + Nine and twenty, Tyree Harris, + One and thirty, Jesse Yantis, + Eighteen thirty-two, John Jennings, + Alex. Sneed, in three and thirty, + Eighteen thirty-five, George Mason, + A. G. Daniel, nine and thirty, + George R. McKee, in one and forty, + Jennings Price, in three and forty, + Forty-four, went Grabriel Salter, + Eighteen forty-five, W. Mason, + Horace Smith, in forty-seven, + Forty-eight, La Fayette Dunlap, + John B. Arnold, eighteen fifty, + Fifty-four, George W. Dunlap, + Joshua Dunn, in five and fifty, + William Woods, in fifty-seven, + Fifty-nine, went Joshua Burdett, + Alex. Lusk, in one and sixty, + Sixty-three, went John K. Faulkner, + Sixty-five, went Daniel Murphy, + William J. Lusk, in sixty-seven, + Seventy-one, went William Sellers. + Reëlected, three and seventy. + + + MEMBERS OF CONGRESS. + + First, John Boyle was sent to Congress, + From eighteen three to eighteen nine; then + Samuel McKee, to eighteen seventeen; + Then George Robertson, till twenty; + R. P. Letcher next, from twenty + To eighteen hundred three and thirty. + From thirty-nine to eighteen forty, + Simeon H. Anderson was chosen; + From sixty-one to three and sixty, + George W. Dunlap served the session, + Called to quell the civil troubles, + By pacific intervention. + + + JUDGES. + + John Boyle and William Owsley, + And George Robertson, were Judges + Of the Appellate Court at Frankfort. + Samuel Lusk, George R. McKee, and + Samuel McKee, and Mike H. Owsley, + Form the list of Circuit Judges + Of the Eighth Judicial District. + County Judges, five in number; + James H. Letcher, first in order, + Nicholas Sandifer, the second, + Third, James Patterson elected, + Fourthly, comes George Denny, Junior, + Last is William McKee Duncan. + Police Judges are as follows: + First, T. Gresham heads the list, then + Hugh McKee and Allan Burton, + James McKee and Louis Phillips, + R. Grinnan and W. M. Duncan. + George Denny, Junior, M. H. Owsley, + Served as Commonwealth's Attorney. + + + CLERKS. + + William A. Bridges, Benjamin Letcher, + A. R. McKee, and W. J. Landram, + W. D. Hopper, E. D. Kennedy, + John K. Faulkner, now in office, + Are the Circuit Court Recorders. + County clerks were Benjamin Letcher, + A. McKee, and W. B. Mason, + James H. Smith, and W. J. Landram, + J. W. West and W. H. Wherritt. + + + POSTS OF HONOR. + + Of our Territorial Judges,-- + R. P. Letcher, in Arkansas, + A. A. Burton, in Dacotah. + Foreign Missions,--R. P. Letcher, + Went to Mexico in office; + A. A. Burton, to Colombia, + R. C. Anderson, Colombia, + And to Panama in service. + A. R. McKee, to Panama, was + Sent as Consul for a season. + + + MEMBERS OF BAR. + 1820-1875. + + S. McKee and R. P. Letcher, + George Robertson, M. V. Grant, and + James McCoy, and W. G. Mullins, + S. H. Anderson, John Boyle, and + W. Mattingly, John McMillan, + Thomas Chilton, and Charles Talbott, + Samuel Lusk, and W. P. Bryant, + Jesse Woodruff, John G. Totten, + R. D. Lusk, and S. T. Mason, + George W. Dunlap, A. A. Burton, + Alex. Robertson, H. Bruce, and + Levi Blanton, Lewis Landram, + W. Kincaid, and Alex. Aldridge, + A. G. Stephenson, B. F. Graham, + Bascom Brown, and Dudley Denton, + L. B. Cox, J. Smith, Joshua Burdett, + Alex. Lusk, and Thomas Wilbur, + M. L. Rice, and George F. Burdett, + Horace Smith, and L. F. Dunlap, + W. C. Samuel, Charles E. Bowman, + A. R. McKee, and W. J. Landram, + Samuel McKee, and T. McQuery, + George R. McKee, and W. B. Mason, + S. T. Corn, and Phil. P. Barbour, + R. McKee and W. D. Hopper, + James A. Anderson, W. J. Lusk, and + Theodore Bailey, and George Hatch, and + R. M. Bradley, B. F. Burdett, + W. O. Bradley, H. T. Noel, + Harrison Wilds, and M. H. Owsley, + W. M. Duncan, William Herndon, + R. L. Tomlinson, Matt. Walton, + George Denny, Junior, H. C. Kauffman. + + + PHYSICIANS. + + J. V. Gill, and R. McConnell, + A. Edmonson, B. F. Rhoton, + William Gill, and Benjamin Mason, + George B. Mason, L. M. Buford, + Joseph Smith, and W. A. Downton, + J. P. Burton, B. F. Duncan, + J. S. Pierce, and W. H. Pettus, + Alex. Hann, and Lewis Mullins, + Anthony Hunn, and Samuel Letcher, + David Bell, and Harvey Baker, + Jennings Price and Abner Baker, + L. B. Hudson, Jos. P. Letcher, + William Cooke, and Hartford Peters, + Charley Fox, and Houston Jackman, + O. P. Hill, and William Jennings, + Thomas Craig, John Craig, George Givens, + Johnson Price, and M. D. Logan, + Edward Cooke, and S. L. Burdett, + William Bush, and William Huffman, + Lastly, Dr. H. C. Herring, + Are the city's Esculapians. + + We have merchants and mechanics, + Who supply the world of commerce, + We have artisans, and farmers, + Who are thriving, noble workers, + Men whose names are as the legions, + As they toil in honest labor. + We have literary talent, + We have preachers and professors, + We have poets and musicians, + Gallant sons and blooming daughters; + We have statesmen, we have soldiers, + In the halls and in the battles; + Even out upon the ocean, + Has the city's fame extended; + In the navy as the army, + Have her offspring been promoted; + Every path may claim her children, + Every sphere in life, a foll'wer, + Every scroll of fame, a column. + Cicero Price became a seaman, + Went to cruise upon the waters, + Rose to Commodore in service, + And sustained his proud position, + Through the shifts of fickle fortune. + Let each heart enshrine a volume + Of our honest, upright brothers; + Let the story of Lancaster, + Brush aside the dust and ashes, + Clear away the clogs and brake-wheels, + Come forth as the sun at noonday, + With her hearts and hands unsullied, + With her banner folds untarnished. + + + + + CANTO VI. + 1833. + CHOLERA. + + + We have sung the hillside city + In the wilds of old Kentucky, + In the fruitful, blue-grass region, + In its central rich location. + We have sung its days of beauty, + From the hands of the Creator; + Of its innocence and quiet, + Ere the foot of man had pressed it; + We have sung its days of progress + Since the first rude cot was fashioned; + We have sung its days of pleasure + 'Mid its households and its people; + We have sung its days of profit + In the gain of cents and dollars; + Days of rustic simple manners, + Days of industry and labor, + Days of glory and of triumph, + Days of pride and exultation. + Now, there came a fatal era, + When the busy hum of traffic + Filled no more the stirring places; + When the noisy roll of carriage + Ceased to sound along the pavements, + And the death cart's slow procession + Told of woe and desolation, + Told of pestilence and danger, + Told of cottages all empty, + And of mansions grim and silent, + Of the hearthstones all deserted, + All the happy, quiet hearthstones. + In this sad and fearful era, + In the year of eighteen hundred + Three and thirty, came a despot, + More oppressive in his power + Than the hosts of foreign armies, + More insatiate in his passion + Than the simoon of the desert. + Came a despot whose invasion + Struck the heart all dumb with terror, + Drove the people, panic-stricken, + From the homes so neat and tasteful, + From the places dear and sacred, + To the refuge of the country, + To the refuge of the mountain, + To the refuge of the valley,-- + Anywhere for life and safety + From the grim, pursuing monster. + 'Twas the cholera of Asia, + Laying hands upon the city. + 'Twas this skeleton so ghastly, + With its breath of foul miasma, + With its desolating vengeance, + With its greedy, fatal cravings, + Laying hands upon the city. + And the dooméd victims yielded + To the swift-distilling poison; + White and black and high and lowly, + Fell beneath the sweeping scythe-blade. + On the air was borne the crying + Of the hurrying, the fleeing, + Through the air the sad lamenting + Of the helpless and deserted, + Cries of anguish and of terror, + Wails of suff'ring and despairing. + Some brave souls remained in peril, + 'Mid this notable hegira; + Some remained with Spartan courage, + And the enemy confronted; + Some fell, martyrs in the struggle, + When their task of love was ended. + B. F. Duncan, kind physician! + Stood his post a valiant soldier, + Never faltered, never wavered, + While his duty lay before him; + Stood forth bold for his profession, + Stood forth friend and nurse and doctor. + But his skill and his devotion + Could not terminate the death-list, + Could but palliate the anguish, + Could but soothe the dying victim. + Mournful sights were his to witness + In the lone, deserted village; + Painful scenes he long remembered, + In the still, plague-stricken city. + From the news sheets of the era, + The "Kentuckian" or the "Journal," + (Early chronicles established + In the city of Lancaster), + We may glean the sad statistics, + Glean the names of some who suffered, + Suffered death from the invader, + From the cholera Asiatic. + May the list awake a tear-drop + At the sounds once so familiar. + William Cooke and A. McDaniel, + D. McKee and William Pollard, + Seymour Gice and Mrs. Woodruff, + Thomas Pratt and Charles S. Bledsoe, + Doctor William Gill, E. Sartain, + Robert Gill and James G. Tillett, + Mrs. Gill and Mrs. Gresham, + Then Ray Smith and Mrs. Tillett, + Mrs. Anderson, J. Aldridge, + Mary Crooke and J. Vanmeter, + Nancy Bland and Joseph Evans, + Miss E. Gill and Daniel Bledsoe, + Mr. Parks and Mrs. Jennings, + Mrs. Parks and Patience Wilmot, + J. V. Gill and Mrs. Aldridge, + Mrs. George and David Sutton, + Patience Crow and Mrs. Reynolds, + Mary Robertson, John Bryant, + Mrs. Dunn, James Pope then follow. + Next come Mrs. Pratt, John Pollard, + E. McKee and Ruth A. Evans, + Frederick Hutchison, Ben. Letcher, + G. W. Thompson, Mary Woodruff, + S. S. Wilmot, William Lillard, + Joseph Woodruff and "two strangers," + Lastly, Alexander Collier, + And "five children," are recorded. + Sixteen days the grim destroyer + Scourged our city on the hillside, + The sad city of Lancaster. + And the dead, one hundred sixteen, + White and black, were laid to slumber, + Laid to rest from toil forever, + In the old, neglected graveyard. + It was not so old in those days; + Flowers bloomed upon the hillocks, + Blossoms waved among the grasses; + Now, sweet flowers of remembrance, + Live among the few survivors + Of that sleeping generation; + Live with those whose hearts are faithful + To the victims of the death-knell, + Of the fatal epidemic + Of eighteen hundred three and thirty. + + And the changing cycle moved on, + As the moons were waxing, waning. + + Turn we now from pictures ghastly, + For the hand of God is lightened; + Sing no longer mournful dirges, + For the earth is glad and merry; + Let the requiems rest silent + In the lull of deep thanksgiving. + For the wrath of heaven is lifted, + Lifted from the rescued city. + Gone, the sound of rolling death-cart, + Hushed, the ringing, tolling belfry, + Still, the bier and gloomy shovel, + Still, the idle, listless sexton. + Other days of anxious watching + Followed, one or two years later; + Days when fierce, destructive fevers + Darkened many homes with mourning.[2] + Yet the citizens are happy + In this season of glad respite; + Now the people of the township + Open wide the doors of welcome + To the long-abandoned firesides; + Open now the shop and office + To the artisan and student; + Active now the hands long folded + From the busy round of labor, + And the fields of grain and verdure + Wave once more beneath the sunlight. + Fields of corn and wheat and barley, + Fields of oats and rye and clover, + Fields of hemp and of tobacco, + All the products and the grasses + Spring again to life and beauty. + Let us sing no more lamenting + For the boon of life is granted, + Swell the choral hallelujah + To the Giver of all blessings, + To the Guardian of our fortunes, + The great Healer of diseases, + Our Preserver from disaster, + Our Physician and our Father, + The beneficent Jehovah, + Who hath stayed the scourge's power, + Who hath stilled the epidemic + Of eighteen hundred three and thirty. + + +[2]What was known as the Lancaster fever prevailed in 1835. A fatal fever + also visited Lancaster in 1836, caused by the grading of the public + square. Dr. Luther Buford discovered the origin of the malaria and + wrote a thesis upon the subject. + + + + + CANTO VII. + * * * 1838. + MILITIA. + + + 'Twas a custom of the nation, + Of this grand united nation, + In the days I now am chanting, + Eighteen hundred eight and thirty, + That the military people + In the towns and in the cities, + In the villages and counties, + Should parade in drills and musters, + With the drum and fife to lead them; + Should at stated times and seasons + Herald forth their martial columns; + Should, with powder and with flint-lock, + Learn to battle and to conquer, + Learn the tactics of the army. + Brigade drills, battalion musters, + And an annual encampment, + Took in officers and soldiers, + Men of strong and wiry muscle, + Men from twenty-one and upwards, + To the age of five and forty. + 'Twas in eighteen twenty-seven + That John Jennings was commander + Of the élite Light Horse Company. + Captain Travis Dodd succeeded, + And along the years that follow, + To the Sabine Volunteers, in + Eighteen hundred six and thirty, + Captain John A. Price, commander, + There were other noted heroes. + But the incident my canto + Now attunes to hum'rous mention, + Had its birth one fair October, + Eighteen hundred eight and thirty. + Colonel William Stein commanded + The renowned Cornstalk Militia, + Of the county of old Garrard, + Near the city of Lancaster. + None but officers might join them, + Colonels, Majors, and Lieutenants, + Captains, Corporals, and Sergeants; + Only officers were mustered, + In the regimental phalanx. + Stein was large and he was burly, + Was among the "sons of Anak," + Made a Captain by Dame Nature, + In his giant-sized proportions, + Made a Colonel by his merits, + By his lofty aspirations. + But the county-seat of Garrard, + The ambitious, inland city, + Sent a popular petition, + To the capital at Frankfort, + To the legislative rulers, + For an Act incorporating + Their militia into Guardsmen. + And forthwith their prayer was granted, + Quickly granted by the rulers. + See them now, the dashing Guardsmen, + With their youthful men all mustered, + With their uniform so dainty, + With white pants and true-blue jackets, + With their bayonets and muskets, + All their jaunty sails and rigging! + By and by their martial exploits, + By and by their bold pretensions, + Won a challenge from the Cornstalks, + The redoubtable militia, + From the band of Regimentals, + Now encamped upon the river, + From the fearless giant Colonel, + To appear in his dominions. + John A. Flack, the warlike Captain + Of the brave and youthful Guardsmen, + Was not then within the city, + Was not then at post of duty; + And his men were in disorder, + Were all scattered in confusion. + But they soon began to rally, + On one fair October evening, + Rally 'round their platoon leaders, + Ready to accept the challenge. + Of their number was a stranger, + An adopted son of Garrard, + Who was light and lithe of person, + Who was full of life and vigor, + Who had visited the city, + The good city of Lancaster; + Who had joined her sports and pastimes, + Eager for the hour's amusement, + Ever foremost in adventure; + And the stranger's name was Dunlap, + And his home was in Lafayette. + He was one of twenty-seven, + Who advanced on the Militia, + At the silent hour of midnight; + Who attacked the Regimentals, + Near the bridge across Dix River, + In the county we call Lincoln; + Who invaded the dominions + Of the annual encampment, + On the fair October evening, + Eighteen hundred eight and thirty. + Sweetly rest the noble Cornstalks, + On their arms are calmly sleeping, + Resting on their arms by moonlight, + Resting, ignorant of danger. + Bright the ever-shifting heavens, + Dark the trees and woodland shadows, + 'Round the band of Regimentals, + Near the river-bridge of Lincoln. + Gently came the night besiegers, + Softly marched the twenty-seven, + When a sharp, out-standing picket + Sounded forth the note of warning, + With his damp and rusty weapon, + Blazoned forth the call of danger, + With the snapping of his musket. + Quick the camp is in commotion. + "To arms!" "To arms!" shout the Militia, + The surprised and sleepy Cornstalks. + And the men run hither, thither + In a search for the assailants, + When a noise of tramping horses, + Through the river-bridge, attracts them. + 'Twas a feint arranged beforehand, + To delude the Regimentals, + And they dashed on to the outskirts, + Dashed the wild, bewildered Cornstalks, + In a wayward false direction. + The young Guards meanwhile crept onward, + Softly crept to camp behind them: + Four platoons of jolly Guardsmen, + March and counter-march upon them, + Fire blank cartridges among them, + Lighting up the woods around them; + Thrust the bayonets dull before them, + March and counter-march in order, + Fire and load again the flintlocks, + Till the woodland fairly blazes. + In one of these illuminations, + Dunlap saw the foe approaching, + Coming 'round to flank the columns + Of the bold midnight invaders. + Then he ordered forth his platoon, + To cut off the brave Militia, + To arrest the flanking Cornstalks, + When pell-mell fell all together, + In the hard-contested battle. + But the weak, outnumbered Guardsmen, + --Some among the twenty-seven-- + Soon were caught and held in capture, + Soon were dragged within the circle + Of the annual encampment. + All the others scampered swiftly, + Scampered off in each direction, + Struggling, seeking to escape them, + Fleeing from the Regimentals. + Dunlap found himself confronted + By a single Lincoln Cornstalk, + (Dr. Huffman, a "Militia,") + Who essayed at once to take him. + Hand-to-hand in duel comic, + They careered with flintlocks rusty, + They embraced with bayonets blunted, + Dunlap all the while retreating, + Huffman all the while pursuing, + Till a wide ravine arrested, + Stopped their wild, ferocious progress. + Not for long the pause, however; + Dunlap, lithe of limb and active, + Sprang across the yawning chasm, + Huffman, chasing, fell within it, + Rolling down the steep embankment. + Then young Dunlap, still escaping, + Running from his checked pursuer, + Saw before him in the pathway + Another hand-to-hand encounter. + It was Stein, the burly Colonel + Of the conquering Militia; + It was Stein disarming Paddy, + Irish Paddy of the Guardsmen; + Stein disarming Surgeon Buford, + Of the Lancaster Battalion. + Lucky moment for the Guardsmen, + All their men were lost but fourteen, + Fourteen men of twenty-seven; + But the man that sent the challenge, + The bold Colonel of the Cornstalks, + Was divided from his soldiers, + Was a helpless prey before them. + Taking in the situation, + Gaming courage with good fortune, + Dunlap plunged at once to aid them, + Aid the surgeon and the private, + And when three to one in number, + To arrest the burly Colonel. + Then they clinched and fell and struggled, + Then they fought and rolled and rallied, + And arose but ne'er released him, + Till the man that sent the challenge + Was compelled to cry surrender. + "I surrender, _but don't duck me_," + Pleaded hard the gallant Colonel. + And the victors, showing mercy, + Gathered up the scattered Guardsmen, + Fourteen men of twenty-seven, + And proceeded home in triumph, + Took their captive to the city, + To the slumb'ring, quiet city, + To Lancaster on the hillside. + But the scattered Guards, returning + Through the river-bridge at midnight, + Scared and startled Dunlap's posse, + At the moment of their vict'ry, + Scared and startled Stein's besiegers, + Till they fled across the fences, + Till they dared not bear their captive + O'er the dangerous moonlit highway. + On and on the captors wandered, + Wandered over brush and briers, + Stumbling on through creeks and by-ways, + Climbing hills and wading gullies, + Sometimes running, sometimes halting, + Till the men were all exhausted, + All but Dunlap and his captive. + Paddy fell out by the wayside, + Buford lagged behind to nurse him; + Some lay down beside their muskets, + Giving up the vain exertion; + Some were nerved to struggle onward, + Eager to proclaim the tidings; + But the pris'ner tried to tire them, + In the deviating pathways, + In the windings of the by-ways, + He endeavored to elude them, + Till his giant-sized proportions + Yielded to the boyish runners, + Till his strategy and ruses + Were outwitted by the youngsters. + And the fair October morning + Was just peeping o'er the hill-tops + Of victorious Lancaster, + When the tramp of full two hundred + Broke upon the early watches; + When two hundred men, exultant, + Started forth in marching columns, + With the drum and fife resounding, + Started forth to meet the victors. + (For, a captured Guard, escaping + From the annual encampment, + From the heedless Regimentals, + Near the bridge in Lincoln county, + Had proceeded to the city, + While the moonlight yet was waning, + Had aroused the sleeping townsmen + With the herald of the vict'ry.) + And the troops went out to meet them, + Went to meet the Guards returning, + _Eight_ alone of twenty-seven. + And the doorways of the city, + All the windows of the city, + Sounded forth huzzas and shoutings, + While the handkerchiefs were waving, + Flags-of-truce, their white unfurling. + Nearer came the weary Guardsmen, + Hatless, spurless, weary Guardsmen, + With white pants, alas! all muddy; + Torn and soiled the true-blue jackets, + Scratched and worn the hands and faces. + But the great crest-fallen captive, + Was in plight both sad and comic! + With his red bandana nightcap + Wound about his head so lordly, + With his armless sleeping-jacket + Hanging on his martial figure, + He was borne aloft in triumph, + To the court-house of the city, + To the central public building, + In the middle of the city. + Then they honored him with feasting, + Served him well with cheering viands, + And they clad his martial figure + In a military outfit. + Golden crests upon the shoulders, + Gilded buttons down the vestings, + Brand-new hat and boots all shining, + Spotless coat and handsome trappings,-- + These they gave the fallen hero, + Gave the helpless, conquered Colonel. + And upon a dashing charger, + On a fine dun horse of Proctor's, + He was given back his freedom, + He was sent to the encampment, + Near the river-bridge of Lincoln; + Was _exchanged for all the captives_ + That the Guards had left in durance. + But he gave the man that took him, + Then and there, a martial title, + "For I cannot brook surrender + To a lower rank than Colonel." + So he called him Colonel Dunlap, + Called the stranger from Lafayette, + Called the foster-son of Garrard. + Colonel Dunlap, comes the title, + From that day unto the present; + In the private social circle, + In the halls of Legislature, + In the higher halls of Congress, + At the bar and at the fireside, + Comes the title to the present. + + Thus was ended the great "Battle + Of the Bridge" across Dix River, + Where the corps of jolly Guardsmen + Captured Stein, the burly Colonel + Of the brave Cornstalk Militia, + Of the dainty Regimentals, + On the fair October midnight, + Eighteen hundred eight and thirty.[3] + + +[3]W. S. Miller, Jr., was made Captain of the "Mulligan Guards," a + company of Militia, in 1874. + + + + + CANTO VIII. + 1838-1847. + MEXICAN WAR. + + + Still the moons are waxing, waning, + O'er the city of Lancaster; + Still the ever-moving cycle + Bears her swiftly on its pinions. + 'Twas the year of eighteen hundred + One and forty when the Christians + Of the sect called Presbyterian, + Built themselves a house of worship, + Built themselves a sanctuary, + On the street that leads to southward, + From the entrance to the city. + Thus was made the first partition, + From the venerable mother, + From the church within the suburbs, + Called Republican and holy, + Where the sects were wont to gather, + In the willing, weekly worship. + And the pastors and the preachers, + Served the flock in health and sickness, + Served the flock in death and marriage, + Served them well in home and pulpit. + And the doctors and the lawyers, + All the households and the tradesmen, + Still pursued their avocations, + Still enjoyed their social pleasures, + Still advanced in arts and learning, + In the peaceful Christian city. + But a great financial crisis + O'er the people was impending; + A depression in all traffic + Drew the citizens together, + Brought about excited meetings, + To discuss important measures, + For relief amid the pressure; + To originate devices + For averting present danger. + All along this stirring epoch + There was incident and action; + There were interests of public + And of private weight and import; + Varied causes and occasions + Kept the people in commotion. + The Militia drills and musters + Still diverted men and boys; + And the quaint, unique processions, + Called "Log Cabin," ruled the hour. + Eighteen hundred four and forty, + Brought the fierce election canvass + For the presidential office; + Democrat and Whig opponents, + In the race for fame and power. + Henry Clay and Frelinghuysen + Proudly bore the great Whig banner, + James K. Polk and George M. Dallas, + Were the Democratic champions. + And the voters of Lancaster, + All the voters of the county, + Met together in the masses, + Met to celebrate the contest; + Barbecues and basket dinners, + Gathered orators and hearers, + Gathered women, men, and children, + All together in the masses. + In the wood of Isaac Myers + Politicians were assembled; + In this ample, shaded woodland + Was a glorious celebration, + Hempstalk flag-poles bore the colors, + High o'er wagon, coach, and horseman; + All the people congregated + To do homage to th' occasion. + Doctors Craig and Cross were speakers, + Also Caperton of Richmond. + Grand this gala day of feasting, + Loud the triumph and rejoicing. + But the Whigs were sore defeated, + Vain their festal acclamations. + + Now a heavy cloud of sorrow + Overshadows fair Lancaster, + Shadows all the hillside city, + In the swift-revolving cycle. + When the great and vexing question + (See the hist'ry of the country) + Of the Texas annexation + Called for volunteers to aid her, + Called the Union to assist her, + In her daring revolution, + In her independent parting + From the rule of Santa Anna, + Then the city on the hillside, + Sent up wails of grief and mourning. + For the farewells to the brothers, + To the sons and gallant soldiers, + Who took up their line of marching, + For the distant, unknown countries. + On the sunny fourth of June, in + Eighteen hundred six and forty, + They led out their willing chargers, + They arrayed in mounted columns, + Down the streets that lead to northward, + From the entrance to the city. + And the mothers and the sisters, + All along the sidewalks weeping, + Waved adieux and sighs heart-rending, + To the precious forms and faces, + To the buoyant, untried soldiers, + Moving on in martial phalanx + To the Mexicana struggles, + To the fights in foreign places, + To the fatal Buena Vista. + Some alas! were gone forever, + When the bending road concealed them, + Some were hid till time eternal, + From the strainéd gaze that sought them. + I append the list in measures, + In the numbers of my canto; + Sing the names of sons and brothers, + Whose dear lives were put in peril. + + Johnson Price, the chosen captain, + A renowned Militia hero, + Serving well his post of honor, + Was, in after days of freedom, + In eighteen hundred nine and forty, + Sent, a delegate from Garrard, + Sent to represent the county, + In the noted State Convention, + In the council of the rulers, + Met to change the Constitution. + Then out in the land to westward, + In the land of California, + He adorned his grave profession, + Was a healer of diseases, + Till the Master called him homeward, + In this distant land of strangers. + L. F. Dunlap, First Lieutenant, + Was elected by the people, + Eighteen hundred eight and forty, + To the Frankfort legislature; + Then away in California, + Where he served with judge and jury, + In the lawyer's hard vocation, + Where again he was elected + To the legislative body, + He was stricken in his vigor, + In the flush and prime of manhood, + In his youthful life of promise, + By a fearful epidemic; + Fell a victim to his friendship, + Fell beside the sick and dying. + And Lieutenant George F. Sartain + Cast his future lot in Texas. + Left the soil he represented + In the Mexicana battles. + S. McKee went out First Sergeant, + And returned among his people, + Filling prominent positions, + In the long years coming after + Horace Smith, the Second Sergeant, + Also served his native city + In the halls of Legislature, + In eighteen hundred forty-seven; + Then removed to California, + Where he practiced jurisprudence, + Was the Mayor of Sacramento, + And he died some years thereafter, + In this thriving western city. + Then the reading of the record + Of the list resumes as follows:-- + George Montgomery, John Sellers-- + Third and fourth in rank as Sergeants, + V. B. Smith and A. R. Harris, + Were the Corporals, first and second; + Then Third Corporal, William Jennings, + Of whose name is future mention, + In the nation's civil struggle, + Fifteen years beyond this era. + And G. Smiley, fourth in order, + Went as Corporal among them. + Private William Jennings Landram, + Was promoted to First Sergeant, + And in coming years of trial + Climbed the scroll of fame still higher. + And James Hutchison was buried + 'Neath the southern gulf's deep waters; + Homeward bound, his mortal body + Found a sailor's final resting. + B. F. Graham, first a private, + Soon arose to Quartermaster, + Was assailed and killed on duty, + By the Mexican marauders; + Fell, defending army stores, + In the wagon-train advancing + From the marshes of Comargo. + Branson Wearren met his death stroke, + On the field of Buena Vista; + Found a soldier's mausoleum, + In the smoke and blood of battle. + Some were carried off by illness, + Some returned to die still later; + Others lived to serve their country, + In a sadder, fiercer conflict; + Others still, resumed the quiet + Of their own domestic circle. + Eight and seventy names are written + On the muster roll of striplings. + For the remnant, see Appendix + Of the volunteering column, + Of the valiant sons and brothers, + Of the saved and of the fated, + Of the lost and of the rescued, + Who left home the sunny morning, + In the month of June, so eager + For the clash of steel and armor, + With the fighting Mexicana. + Fare ye well, ye gallant soldiers, + Who have fought our country's battles; + Whether soon or whether later, + Whether north or whether southern, + Whether east or west or foreign, + Ye have fought them well and bravely, + In the ever-changing cycle; + Bear, ye echoes, to our patriots, + Waft, ye breezes, our sad parting. + + + + + CANTO IX. + 1847-1861. + PROGRESS. + + + Now we come to architecture, + In the annals of the city; + Now the spirit of improvement + Makes a giant-stride among us, + Opens wide her money-coffers, + In the growing, hillside city. + On the westward street, called Danville, + Rose an institute of learning, + Rose the Franklin Female College, + Soon the pride of all the region. + And within its classic chambers + Have the children of the county + Gone to school in many hundreds; + Have in hundreds learned to grapple + With the mysteries of science. + Num'rous teachers have united + In the duty of instructing, + Teachers from the distant sections, + Teachers from among our people. + Music, English, French and Latin, + Morals, manners, Calisthenics, + Healthful sports and games and pastimes, + Useful precepts, laws and lessons, + All were taught within this building, + Which the Odd Fellows erected + In eighteen hundred forty-seven. + Far and wide the ranks are scattered, + Strange their destiny and varied, + Yet the tie of love and duty, + Binds the teacher to the pupil, + Binds the pupil to the teacher, + Wheresoe'er their footsteps wander, + Wheresoe'er their fate may lead them. + May they ever fondly cherish + All the dear associations, + All the lessons of ambition, + Taught and gained at Franklin College, + Taught within its classic chambers.[4] + + In eighteen hundred eight and forty, + Was a novel institution, + Introduced within the city; + A society established, + By an act of corporation. + And they called themselves, "The Hunters + Of Nimrod." Oswald Von Koenig, + Scion of a Saxon family, + Introduced this curious Order; + And the Lancaster Sanhedrim + Numbered six in solemn council, + Hill, Kinnaird and Cope and Burton, + Sandifer, McKee--the Council-- + Were the city's chartered members. + Afterwards the German stranger, + Met his death in tragic manner, + Dashed his body from a window, + In the flourishing Falls City: + And the accident was mournéd, + Was lamented by the Hunters. + They deposited their leader, + In the Cave Hill cemetery, + And the stone that marks th' enclosure, + Was the gift of A. A. Burton, + One among the chartered members. + + Here the chronicle reminds us + Of the noble art of printing, + Now revived within the city, + Now engrossing all her readers. + And the news sheets are before us, + With their timeworn local items, + With their cunning jests and humor, + With their antique advertisements, + With their long-forgotten pages. + The "Republican" and "Argus" + Have the earliest existence, + In this era of advancement; + Then the famous "Garrard Banner" + Floats upon the world of letters. + + And again the public buildings + Rise and multiply about us. + On the eastward street, called Richmond, + Was a Baptist Church erected. + Still another sect divided + From the Old Church congregation, + In eighteen hundred one and fifty. + In the next year of the cycle, + Eighteen hundred two and fifty, + The Reformers built another, + On the southern street called Stanford. + And the thriving, stirring city, + Boasts her dwellings and her churches, + Her Deposit-Bank and cash-box, + Her commercial business houses; + Spreads abroad her lawful limits, + Widens out her corporation, + Swells the list of tax and tariff, + By her handsome architecture. + And the energetic people + Cling to rustic ways no longer, + Learn conventional exactions, + Tread the labyrinths of fashion, + Con the magazines and modistes. + And no quaint old invitation + To the jolly square cotillon, + Now regales the hour of pleasure: + But, a dance at nine this evening, + Or a hop, or social gath'ring, + At the new hall, called the Sontag, + Where quadrille, or waltz, or Lancers, + Marked with grace the "light fantastic." + And the Categordian Maskers, + With the Callithumpian Minstrels, + Held high carnival among us, + Formed a Mysticke Crewe of Comus. + All the sewing-bees and quiltings, + Apple-parings, and corn-huskings, + Barbecues and basket meetings, + Chicken-fights, and swift foot-races, + Even singing-schools, were banished + To the primitive old fogies. + Tallow candles were supplanted, + By the lamp and spermaceti, + Linsey woolsey, jeans and cotton, + Long suspended from the weaving, + Changed to silk and print and muslin, + Changed to cassimere and broadcloth. + Now the seamstress plied her sewing, + With machine and modern patterns; + Now the drudge of toil domestic, + Sought out many new inventions, + Soon rejoiced in work made easy, + By the labor saving structures. + And the turnpikes of the county, + Echoed loud to wheels revolving: + All the rude, unsightly landmarks, + Were now graded and remodeled, + Were McAdamized and hardened. + Now the bridle and the saddle + Rose to harness and coach-trappings; + Now the rider and pedestrian + Took an airing in the carriage. + Sledges darted by in winter, + When the snows were firm and steady, + When the white and shining crystals + Covered road and wood and meadow. + There were speeches and mass-meetings, + When elections stirred the people, + Anniversary orations + Of the nation's independence. + In the springtime came the circus; + Summer time, school exhibitions; + Fairs and pleasure trips in autumn, + Rare festivities in winter. + And sometimes there were dissensions, + In this era of my story. + One disastrous feud was raging, + In the year of eighteen fifty, + And continued with great venom, + Through two years or more of bloodshed. + Yet the spirit of improvement + Tarried not for man's caprices. + Duties, taxes, trade, and commerce, + Public gala days and triumphs, + Dances, weddings, and storm-parties, + Floral festivals and music, + Or the promenading concert, + Lent a pleasing variation. + Or a serenade by moonlight, + Or a picnic, or band-meeting, + (It was Landram's skillful "Saxhorn,") + Or the famed association, + Called the Literary Circle, + Where was wit, and sense, and humor, + Where were readers and were critics, + Where were essays and selections, + In the style of choice belles-lettres. + And the weekly local paper, + In the year of fifty-seven. + Tells the story of the changes, + Tells the story of the pleasures, + Notes the firmer grasp of fashion, + Notes the new, intruding customs. + 'Tis the "Sentinel" presiding + O'er the city's daily doings, + The "American Sentinel" watching + All the curious innovations. + And the interesting columns + Show contributors in numbers,-- + Many writers of the city + Furnished items and productions. + Roscius, Citizen, and Alma, + Ida, Claude, and Regulator, + Many signatures unnoted, + Many noms de plume forgotten, + Filled the sheet with spicy reading, + With discussion, fact, and fancy, + Prose and poetry and fiction, + Rhyme and riddle and acrostic, + All the sorrows and the blessings, + All misfortunes and successes, + All the city's daily doings. + + And the moons were waxing, waning, + As the cycle brought its changes. + + +[4]George W. Dunlap, Jr., purchased this Institute in 1874, and + established a graded school for young ladies. + + + + + CANTO X. + 1861-1865. + CIVIL WAR. + + + Eighteen hundred one and sixty, + Rolls its direful weight upon us; + Now the horoscope of nations, + Opens wide its omens to us. + In the mystic stars of fortune, + Of the western constellation, + Of the grand, united countries, + On the continent of freedom, + The astrologer now gazes + On a weird and crimson shadow. + Stars of fixed and cruel brightness, + Stars of fitful gleam and shining. + Stars of strange and faint illuming, + Reads the national magician; + Stripes of gory hue adorning, + All the mammoth constellation; + Stripes extending down the shadow + Of the shifting, warning picture. + What broad stream pursues its flowing, + Through the fateful, dark camera? + What bedews the starry emblem, + With the startling shade of crimson? + 'Tis, alas! the fearful shadow, + Of contention and of vengeance; + 'Tis the strife of human passion, + In the hapless land of freedom; + 'Tis the clash of angry foemen, + Steel to steel in fierce encounter; + 'Tis the symbol of a struggle, + In the brave, aspiring nation. + Not the tramp of foreign armies, + On the soil we bought with bloodshed, + Not the aid to captive strangers, + In the distant, unknown countries; + But the war at home and fireside, + The assault of friend and brother, + The array of kith and kindred, + In one grand, domestic quarrel. + And the soldiers went in legions, + Went in tens and tens of thousands, + Swarmed upon the fields of battle, + Crowded tent and camp and barrack. + And the city of Lancaster, + Ever foremost in her duty, + Gave her mite of men and warriors + To the ranks and to the hardships, + Gave her fighting men to suffer + In the civil war that deluged + All this mighty West Republic + In eighteen hundred one and sixty. + + First we note the conquering armies, + With their brave, victorious leaders, + Who enlisted in the service, + From the county of old Garrard. + General Landram was promoted, + In the rising scale of glory, + From the easier gradations, + To the topmost roll of honor. + Born within the hillside city, + Architect of his own fortunes, + Native industry and talent + Led him up to high position. + Poet, pensman, and musician, + Writer, editor, and lawyer, + Social leader and controller + Of the city's hours of leisure, + He put by these modest duties, + To adorn the post of soldier; + He ascended as commander, + In the conquering Union armies. + His command--"Nineteenth Kentucky," + Of the Infantry--the footmen, + Was the charge at first entrusted, + Numbered eighty men from Garrard + Of the officers and privates, + Company H. begins the roll-call. + Morgan Evans, first a Captain, + Was promoted soon to "Major," + And was killed when bravely fighting, + Fell before the Vicksburg trenches, + Fell in May (the twenty-second) + Eighteen hundred three and sixty; + And his body lies distinguished, + By a shaft of pure white marble, + In the quiet cemetery + Of his native hillside city. + Here the "Blue" and "Grey" are resting, + 'Neath "the laurel" and "the lily," + "Love and tears" the one, adorning, + "Tears and love" the other, mourning. + Captain Alexander Logan, + Lives to chronicle his story. + First Lieutenant T. A. Elkin, + On the staff of Colonel Landram, + Drilled a band of Zouave urchins, + In the lance munition tactics, + Ere he joined the army proper, + Ready for its earnest duties. + By promotion he was Captain + Of the Cavalry--the horsemen, + And survived a soldier's perils, + Made a creditable record. + Stephen Hedger,[5] First Lieutenant, + Was advanced from rank of Second. + Now the Sergeants, nine in number, + Are the chief among subalterns; + Joseph Vaughn, and John H. Bussing, + James D. Price, and A. M. Bishop, + A. Kincead and Henry Innis,[6] + Wilson Duggins, John L. Connor,[6] + And Hugh Burns, the last recorded. + Then nine Corporals are written + On the fresh and modern record; + John C. Vaughn, and George S. Pollard, + Thomas Alverson, James Chumbley, + William Rigsby, and James Griffey, + Gideon Duncan, James H. Dismukes,[6] + Lastly, Alexander Duggins. + For the fifty-eight remaining + In the ranks, vide Appendix. + The great Mississippi Valley + Was their theatre of action. + At the city of New Orleans, + Eighteen hundred five and sixty, + Colonel Landram was commissioned, + Brigadier Commanding General. + When the armistice was sounded, + When the hero, Lee, surrendered, + And the companies disbanded, + At the trumpet proclamation, + Then the city on the hillside, + Summoned home her noble chieftains, + Once again to routine quiet. + + Colonel Faulkner was a leader + In the conquering Union army, + Was the only son descended, + From his military father, + Who led forth his men to battle, + In the war of eighteen thirteen. + In the chronicle before us, + We read, "Colonel John K. Faulkner," + Of command "Nineteenth Kentucky," + Of the Cavalry--the horsemen. + First comes Captain Robert Collier; + Then is Captain Joseph Thornton, + First Lieutenant W. M. Kerby, + First Lieutenant E. H. Walker; + James L. Baird, and Thomas Dunn, are + Next in order as Lieutenants. + Sergeants six in number follow + In the company's statistics; + Curtis Pierce, and James M. Rothwell, + J. M. Carpenter, S. Rothwell, + John McQuery, P. H. Fletcher; + Then the Corporals, eight in number: + Robert Baugh, and James T. Dollens, + A. T. Conn, and James D. Adams, + J. H. Anderson, James Perkins, + G. W. Dollens, A. J. Hammock, + John F. Kennedy, the farrier, + And James Sims, the company's saddler. + See the Privates, forty-seven, + In Appendix of my ditty. + + Of the first Kentucky Cavalry, + Company G had two commanders, + First, was Captain Thornton Hackley, + Then came Captain Irvine Burton. + William Carpenter, First Lieutenant, + Second Lieutenant, Henry Robson, + Second Lieutenant, Daniel Murphy, + Sergeants: James F. Spratt, T. Wherritt, + Eugene Miller, W. B. Saddler, + J. H. Kennedy, James Ross, and + A. M. Saddler, William Sherod. + Corporals: John L. Pond, R. Hukle, + Joseph Hicks, and Miles M. Chandler, + John E. Wright, and Hiram Roberts, + James O. Lynn, and Robert Rainey, + John T. Brooks, the ninth in number. + Fifty-seven private soldiers, + Filled the columns. (See Appendix.) + General Lovell H. Rousseau[7] was + Yet another gallant warrior, + Of whose glittering escutcheon, + All the city's pride is boastful; + Lawyer, politician, soldier, + He in Congress represented + Louisville and all the district, + And won military prowess, + In the nation's civil combats. + + Colonel William Hoskins glories + In unsullied reputation, + Both as citizen and soldier, + Both as friend and as companion. + Served the Union in its struggle, + Served his county's legislature; + Is a genial, polished courtier, + Ever welcome at the fireside, + Ever welcome in all circles. + Whether lifting up his voice in + Measures for the public welfare, + Whether shouldering the bayonet, + For the bloody field of battle, + Whether drawing strains of music, + From the violin's sweet echoes, + Colonel Hoskins wins a greeting, + Claims a welcome in all circles. + Major M. H. Owsley, leader + In "the Cavalry" of Kentucky, + Was advanced from rank of Captain + In eighteen hundred one and sixty. + Since those times of manly trial, + He has step by step ascended, + From the youthful lawyer's office, + Up the grade of politicians, + To the bench of legal power. + A. G. Daniel, Junior, Captain + Of the Home Guard nightly patrol, + Served the Government thereafter, + In responsible positions. + W. A. Yantis ranked Lieutenant, + Led the military music + On the march of Wolford's cavalry. + R. L. Cochran was Lieutenant, + Also, R. Leslie McMurtry, + Officers from brave Lancaster, + In the army of the Union. + Other men perchance from Garrard, + From the inland hillside city, + Took up arms to save the Union, + Fought the desperate seceders. + Far and near the slogan sounded, + Long and loud the fatal summons, + Till around each fireside lonely, + Soon a "vacant chair" was standing; + Till the only free retainers + Were the women and the children; + Till the crippled and the aged + Were the guardians of the homesteads. + * * * * * + How the shadows of the picture + Darken o'er the southern landscape! + How the "Lost Cause" sheds a gloaming + On the erst illumed horizon! + All about the stricken region + Hangs the doom of vanquished power; + All throughout the conquered country + Sounds the knell of fruitless bloodshed. + Mothers mourn their slaughtered first-born, + Wives lament their martyred husbands, + Sisters guard the worn grey jackets, + Maidens prize the blood-stained tresses. + Farmers, planters, cultivators-- + All the men of thrift and profit, + Grieve above the desolation, + Deep bewail the fruits so bitter. + Furrows in the soil may ripen, + With a renovated harvest; + Furrows in the heart are open, + With a ceaseless, arid planting. + Wind and rain and shower and sunshine, + Soon give back the laborer's treasure; + None of nature's sweet restorers, + Bring alas! the mourner's idols. + From the North were foreign legions, + Swarming on to bayonet charges; + From the South the fostered nurselings + Of the native born American. + Every drop of blood a rending + Of the ties of pure affection; + Every pillowed head a token + Of "Somebody's Darling," stricken; + Every "Picket Guard" on duty, + Joined in dreams an absent "Mary," + Every hospital and barrack, + Held the hope of some fond household. + + Captain Matthew David Logan, + Major and Lieutenant-colonel, + Long a citizen of Garrard, + Long a practicing physician, + Led a band of Southern-Rights-men + To the troubled land of Dixie; + Bore the "Bonnie Blue Flag" above him, + Held the Stars and Bars unfurling. + Forest, Breckinridge, and Morgan, + Gallant gentlemen and soldiers, + Were his comrades in the struggle, + Were his mighty fellow-suff'rers. + His career through countless hardships, + His successes and his losses, + His adventures without number, + Culminating in the northern prisons, + At Fort Delaware, Columbus, + Morris Island, Fort Pulaski,-- + All these woes and hopes defeated, + Left their gloomy impress on him, + Added years of bitter pining. + May the dove of peace brood over + Every blighting grief and trial, + May all past despair and anguish + Hold abeyance till the Judgment. + The Confederates were rallied, + Oft in haste and stealth and darkness. + All the archives of their columns + Are obscure, or lost forever. + See Appendix, for the gathering + Of the names that float about us, + Whether officers or privates; + Let the blanks be duly pardoned. + H. D. Brown,[6] was First Lieutenant + Of command of Captain Logan; + J. T. McQuery was Lieutenant; + James McMurray was a Sergeant, + And the Sergeant, Joseph Arnold, + Was promoted while in service. + Sergeant D. A. King is numbered + With the officers belonging + To the gallant Third Kentucky, + Of the Cavalry--the horsemen. + Other names are linked together + In my song's replete Appendix. + + Captain Michael Salter mustered + Company E--the Third Kentucky, + With Lieutenant L. B. Hudson, + Fellow-officer and leader; + Samuel Curd, the Orderly Sergeant. + Captain Salter's fearless spirit, + His bold exploits and his daring, + Led him into bonds and capture, + Till he languished long in prison, + At the Johnson's Island stronghold. + + James and William Jennings, brothers, + Natives of remote Lancaster, + Skillful surgeons by profession, + Cast their fortunes in the balance, + In the trembling Southern balance. + One survived the toil and peril, + One was sacrificed to rapine. + On the scattered army records + Of the "Dixie Boys" of Garrard, + Captain H. Clay Myers is written, + And Captain Jack W. Adams: + Also S. F. McKee, another + Scion of a race of soldiers, + Claims a place within my canto, + In the "grey" and "faded" columns. + Major Baxter Smith was foremost, + In events of risk and danger, + Was a son of brave Lancaster, + Served the South in many battles. + Morgan's men were soon recruited, + By Confederates[8] from Garrard; + History furnishes already, + Stormy raids and dashing charges, + Led within the fruitful borders + Of Kentucky's fair dominion. + Thrilling incidents unnumbered, + Mark the story of the struggle, + Mark the hideous distortion + Of the nation's sunny temper, + Tell the sad and fatal meaning + Of this Cain and Abel quarrel, + When the slain in myriad numbers, + Filled the "furrows" in "God's Acre." + When the "seed" of Death's "rude plowshare" + Yielded bounteous "human harvests." + Each forgot the sacred lesson, + Thou art still thy brother's keeper; + Each essayed in vain to smother + In the ground the cries of bloodshed. + Family feuds are wounds that fester, + Home dissensions breed sore anguish, + Yet the love that binds the members, + Spreads the mantle of forgiveness; + And from every wound that severs + Parent stems and sturdy branches, + Springs a shoot of vital growing, + Flows a blessed balm of healing. + Thus may North and South uniting, + Soothe the pangs of heartstrings broken, + Leave the fierce and naming fires, + In the crucible to smoulder. + Let the ashes crumble, crumble, + To the dust of buried vengeance. + Let no moon wax o'er Lancaster, + But may shed her beams in gladness; + Let no moon wane o'er the city, + But illumes with love and pardon. + + +[5]Stephen Hedger, while Postmaster at Lancaster in 1874, was shot and + killed by Ebenezer Best. + +[6]Dead. + +[7]Deceased. + +[8]See Appendix. + + + + + CANTO XI. + 1865-1874. + CHANGE. + + + Now the civil war is ended, + Now the strife by arms is over; + And the city's star of fortune + Beams with undiminished glory: + All her brilliant constellation + Wears new rays of future promise, + All her plans for peace and progress + Move to swifter execution. + In eighteen hundred three and sixty, + Of the late, eventful cycle, + Was laid out a modern city + Of the dead among the grasses; + Was enclosed a cemetery, + On a green and graceful summit, + At the city's southeast section, + On the street we call Crab Orchard. + Shrubs and flowers lead the stranger + To invade the sacred precinct, + Clust'ring evergreens invite him + To behold the sad environs. + Gleaming shafts of purest marble, + Greet the eye of friend and mourner, + Costly slabs of stone and granite, + Wearing strange device and fashion, + Lie amid the urns and vases. + Lie among the shells and mosses: + Tell of forms long since departed, + Tell of loved ones safely resting, + Tell of fresh turned earth and sodding, + Of green wreaths and floral tributes, + Kindly tributes of affection. + And the ancient trodden graveyard, + Of the city's early ages, + Lingers on with sunken tomb-stones, + Lingers on with gray inscriptions, + Lingers yet with moss and ivy, + Winding close their clinging tendrils, + Lingers now a small enclosure, + In the suburbs of Lancaster. + + In eighteen hundred sixty-seven, + Fell the second central court-house, + In the middle of the city; + Fell the tall and stately locusts, + With their grateful, cooling shadows, + Fell the ruined iron railing, + Once so rich and ornamental. + And a grand, imposing structure, + At the open southwest corner, + Now extends its costly apex + Far above the churches' steeples, + Reaches forth its white cupola, + High into the azure ether. + And the central, broad arena, + Of the square, right-angle outlines, + Has been leveled to the surface + Of the streets and roads around it, + Bears no pile of architecture,[9] + To be seen afar and nearer, + To be seen from hill and valley, + By the traveler wand'ring hither. + On the summit of the tower, + Of the octagon bell-tower, + Of this new and gorgeous building, + With its porticos and stairways, + With its halls and council chambers, + Is a high observatory, + Whence is viewed the distant landscape, + Whence is seen the rural beauties + Of this land of agriculture. + Near this pinnacle so lofty, + Is the ever-warning town-clock, + Is the pendulum vibrating, + To diurnal revolutions, + Is the fire-alarm resounding, + Over hill and dale and meadow, + Is the heavy bell sonorous, + With events of varied import. + + It was in this year of changes, + Eighteen hundred sixty-seven, + That a fearful conflagration, + Tore away a block of buildings, + At the city's southeast corner; + Razed an ancient block to ashes, + On a wintry Saturday evening, + On a night of snow and tempest, + In the month of February. + Soon a handsome row replaced it, + Soon the enterprising people + Cleared the débris and the rubbish, + Cleared away the silent ruins, + And rebuilt the last possessions. + Silent? Aye, but speaking ever + Of events and actors vanished, + In the history of Lancaster. + Of the offices and store-rooms, + Of the dwellings and the households, + Of affairs of public moment, + Of the hidden and domestic, + Of the groups of Mystic Brothers, + Of the Masons and Odd-Fellows, + Of ye ancient Sons of Temperance, + All the secrets of the bygone, + Speaking from the smoking ruins. + So there rose another structure, + Phoenix-like, upon the ashes. + Where the merchants and the tradesmen, + Can pursue their avocations. + And the store-rooms are surmounted, + By a Hall of spacious model, + Where the city's merry-makers, + Find an evening's recreation, + Where the weary men of business, + Often seek an hour's diversion; + Where the order of Good Templars, + Held their rites and ceremonies, + Where the skating-rink and concert, + Where the festival and supper, + Where the theatre and lecture, + And the dancing-school and tableau, + --All the public entertainments, + Have beguiled the times of leisure. + + Eighteen hundred nine and sixty, + Came the hissing locomotive, + Came the train of rumbling coaches, + Dashing through the quiet city; + Came the smoking iron monster, + Of the "Louisville and Nashville," + Sounded loud the shrill steam-whistle + Of the railroad "On to Richmond." + And the Old Church walls so sacred, + Fell beneath the stormy cargo, + Our Republican ancestress + Bent her hoary head in shrinking; + All the rank and mouldy ruins + Fell before the thund'ring onset. + Never more the timeworn benches + Shall reëcho words of wisdom; + Never more the brick and plaster + Shall have grace from text and precept, + Ne'er alas! her slumb'ring children + Give her earthly praise and homage. + Gone forever, church and pastor, + Gone, all gone, her saints' communion, + Dust to dust the crumbling mortar, + Earth to earth the human body, + Air of air the ghostly phantoms, + Heav'n of heav'ns the final meeting. + * * * * * + In this section, once a wildwood, + Now are clustered many buildings; + Now hotels, depots, and warerooms, + Tell of industry and labor; + Now the loud mill-whistle pierces + Through the fogs of early morning, + Now the neat and tasteful cottage + Takes the place of tree and grapevine, + And a porter's lodge adorning, + Guards the modern cemetery, + Guards the modern double entrance, + To the home of sleeping loved ones. + All about this busy section, + Are the signs of swift progression; + Swift progression towards profit, + In the thrift of living workmen, + Swift advance to time eternal, + In the fast increasing graveyard. + In this year the game of Base-ball, + Occupied the young athletics, + Occupied maturer players, + Gave the city's "men of muscle," + Daily rounds of fun and frolic. + And the ball and bat and score-book, + Answered oft a neighbor's challenge, + Won the palm in match and test games, + Won the victor's crown of laurel. + + Eighteen hundred one and seventy + Brought a company of soldiers + To protect the hillside city + From the dreaded Klan of Kuklux; + From this band of masking lynchers, + Who defied the legal councils, + Who withdrew the reins of power + From the tardy, lenient, rulers, + Who dealt quick and fearful justice, + To all hapless state offenders. + And the law-abiding people + Called the U. S. A. to aid them; + To disband the Regulators, + With their penalties mysterious, + To respite their guilty culprits, + From deserved but lawless peril. + And the garrison enlivens, + With its neat and healthful barracks, + With its drum and fife and bugle, + With its tents and lofty flagstaff, + With its officers and soldiers. + Colonel Rose was first to answer + The petition for assistance; + Then the "Fourth" sent troops to guard us + (The Fourth Infantry, C company.) + Captain Edwin Coates commanding, + Bubb and Robinson, Lieutenants, + With the Surgeon S. T. Weirrick, + Spent two years within our circles, + Winning friends while firm on duty. + Wolfe and Galbraith then succeeded, + For a few months of probation. + Colonel Fletcher, Major Barber, + And Lieutenant Will. McFarland, + Doctor S. L. Smith, the surgeon, + Now control the troops among us, + Now preserve the law and order. + + Eighteen seventy-three was saddened, + By another fire disaster,[10] + Which consumed the new Bank building, + Burned the late established "National," + On the fated Southeast corner, + Of the chastened hillside city. + And two handsome halls were numbered + With the property that suffered, + With the storeroom of the merchant, + The lamented H. S. Burnam; + And the Masons and Odd-Fellows, + Once again sustain misfortune, + Once again construct new temples, + For the gath'ring of the mystic. + On the fifteenth day of August, + Came the dreaded epidemic, + Came the poisonous contagion, + Came the cholera's gaunt spectre, + Spreading woe and desolation, + Ever bringing fell destruction. + Forty deaths were soon recorded, + Forty homes in sable shroudings, + All the bells were ringing "softly," + For the crępe was "on the door." + A devoted band of nurses, + Led by William H. Kinnaird, were + Ready night and day to succor, + Ready to confront the danger, + Ready with true Christian courage, + To invoke a balm in Gilead, + To console ill-fated brothers. + + Eighteen hundred, four and seventy + Finds the city of Lancaster, + In praiseworthy competition + With the spirit of the present. + Still the waxing, waning moonlight, + Sees her changing with the cycle. + Now the light'ning wires unite her + With the world in speedy transit; + The "Kentucky News" informs her, + Of the moving scenes about her, + Links her name with sister cities, + In the tie of common welfare, + Wafts her praises to the public, + Casts her errors on the waters. + Her rejoicings and enjoyments, + Scarce know pause or diminution, + And the Cornet Band musicians, + (J. P. Sandifer, the leader), + Serve the city's gala seasons, + Furnish melody in numbers. + All along the panorama + Of her shiftings and adventures, + Are peculiar memoranda, + Dotting, here and there, the margin. + Now the "Red Stars" have a meeting, + With their weird, uncanny customs; + Now the "Knights of Pythias" cluster + 'Round a shrine of secret magic; + Now the "Eastern Star" is dawning, + With its cabalistic mottoes; + Now the "Julipeans" revel + 'Neath the awnings on the greensward, + With their mighty dignitaries, + With Sockdologers, Sapsuckers, + With their Knockemstiffs, Lawgivers, + With their Orators and Wise-Men, + With their visitors and laymen-- + All their corps of jolly members + 'Neath the cooling, woodland shelter. + Strange societies and groupings, + Hidden wonders and dark missions, + Items fanciful and puzzling, + Dot the margin hither, thither, + Of the shifting panorama. + Change and progress rule the city, + Tearing loose her timeworn moorings; + Now Excelsior, the watchword, + Leads her prow forever onward; + Now her streets are all encumbered + With the architect's essentials; + Now the rubbish from the burning, + From the third great fire that swept her, + On the first evening in April, + Gathers in the northwest corner; + And this row of ancient houses, + Numbered with the things of yore, + Soon will rise again to greet us, + Soon resound with plane and trowel. + All the city's luckless harbors + Shall revive with added grandeur;[11] + Now her handsome jail and court-house, + Her new halls and spacious churches, + Her improved suburban dwellings, + And her central, model buildings, + All betray the stride of fortune, + All betray the march of knowledge; + And the crumbling hall of science, + The Academy of Garrard, + Wears a modern dress and fashion, + On the old revered foundation; + New red brick and glossy mouldings + Now invite th' aspiring student; + No more ancient hallowed landmarks, + Linger now to move the tear-drop; + Yet a classic aura gathers, + All about the hidden ruins. + Shades of Cćsar and of Virgil, + Shades of Webster and of Murray, + Manes of ye classic worthies, + Gather ever o'er the ruins. + + +[9]A brick engine-house was erected on the square in 1875, to shelter the + new Champion Fire Extinguisher, called the "Undine." + +[10]One year later a Hook and Ladder company was organized, with George + W. Dunlap Jr., as Captain, and W. H. Wherritt and Theodore Currey as + Lieutenants. + +[11]A new Deposit Bank building was erected during the summer of 1874. + + + + + CANTO XII. + 1874. + PAX VOBISCUM. + + + Nigh a hundred years are buried, + In the endless sweep of ages, + Nigh a total centenary + Hangs its harp upon the willow, + Since the rude log-cabin era, + When the city on the hillside + Was preëmpted by the stranger, + By the stranger surnamed Paulding; + Since the pioneer council + Came to "Watty" Dunn's old spring, and + Met in caucus and selected + A foundation for their court-house: + Chose a green and ample clearing + Near the well-known Wallace cross-roads. + Here alone in "God's first temples," + Here with nature's wild communing, + Henry Clay, a youthful trav'ler + Through the wilderness, surprised them; + Found the little band assembled, + Paused, and shared their noonday luncheon. + Thus beheld Kentucky's hero, + The domain of future triumphs, + Thus his eyes beheld the section, + Destined soon to make him famous. + And the pioneer council, + All unconscious of his greatness, + Bade their stranger guest a welcome + To the tangled, gloomy woodland, + Bade him break the loaf of faring, + Bade him eat the salt of friendship. + Then they pointed out the clearing, + Where the building should be fashioned, + Thus the ground was consecrated, + In the statesman's august presence; + Thus a halo of true glory + Hung about the rude log court-house. + 'Twas the first judicial movement + In the city of Lancaster, + 'Twas an impetus that prompted + The erecting many houses, + 'Twas the gath'ring of a people, + A community of workers. + Could the story of each household, + In the city on the hillside, + Be translated for my canto. + For the ditty I am singing, + Many a wail of grief and sorrow, + Many a sigh of hope defeated, + Many a smile of sweet fruition, + Schemes for profit and for pleasure, + Plans of varied speculation, + Schemes and plans of thought and action, + Would unfold their pages to us, + Would reveal their secrets to us. + Could the history unwritten, + Of each hearth and home be given, + Then I trow, the world of fiction, + With its brilliant, stirring pages, + With its "marvelous traditions," + With its plots and strange dénouements, + With its tragedies unnumbered, + And its comedies prolific---- + Well I trow this world of fiction, + Would be "light and airy nothings," + In the scale of real pictures, + By the light of life so earnest, + Of the suffering and doing, + Of the daring and enduring, + We should find imparted to us. + Could we lift the mystic curtain, + From the holiest of holies, + From the sacred, inner temple + Of each soul's unseen communion, + We should gather, we should garner, + Many lessons full of profit, + Lessons long and full of wisdom. + We should see the struggling victim + In the toils of the ensnarer; + See the troubled spirit writhing + 'Neath the lashings of detraction; + See the burdened nature groaning + 'Mid the polished shafts of envy; + See the sinner's cunning malice, + In the act of human torture; + See the Christian's anxious fightings, + Foes without, and fears within him. + All these lessons we should garner + From each spirit's veiled communion. + Change is written on the landscape, + Change is speaking from the hearthstone, + All the work of sure mutation, + Lays its impress on the city. + Could the earliest explorer + Of this Eden habitation, + Tread once more the waving blue grass, + 'Mid her rivers, rills, and streamlets, + Not the aged Rip Van Winkle, + Oped his eyes in greater wonder, + Not the sleeper and the dreamer, + E'er beheld in more amazement. + Then the shaded, quiet woodland, + Was the home of untamed creatures; + Now the solitudes are teeming + With mankind and man's inventions; + Then the wolf, and bear, and panther, + Held their orgies in the caverns; + Now the silent grottoes foster + Only Nature's radiant jewels; + Then the rattle-snake's quick poison + Nerved its fangs to fierce encounter; + Now the bruiséd head lies harmless + 'Neath the heel of the seed of woman; + Then the canebrake and the thicket + Harbored noxious weeds and vipers; + Now the undergrowth has vanished, + 'Mid the golden sheaves of harvest; + Now the trees have laid their foliage, + In the dust of human footsteps, + Now the forest trees have fallen, + At the bidding of the woodman. + Oak and chestnut, hickory, walnut, + Poplar, sycamore, and locust, + Beech and elm and pine and cedar, + Laurel, holly, ash and maple-- + All the trees have bent their growing + To the husbandman's caprices. + All the beasts have fled to westward; + All the reptiles skulk in hiding; + All the rivers and the brooklets + Have subdued their wild, free rolling. + Ancient mounds and Aztec relics, + Mural signs and hieroglyphics, + Toltec remnants and weird mummies, + All the arts and queer devices + Of a prehistoric people, + Have entombed their sylvan phantoms, + In an everlasting Lethe. + Now the woods and plains are surveys, + Of distinctive tracts and precincts, + Now the wide, primeval limits + Bound neat villages and districts. + There are Bryantsville and Fitchport, + Buckeye, Logan Town and Tyro, + Duncan Town and Buena Vista, + Hyattville, Paint Lick, and Lowell, + Clustered round the mother city, + The fair city on the hillside; + Clustered 'mid the charming bowers + Of the Garrard county woodlands. + Now the wild flower's timid blooming + Colors distant fields and by-ways, + And the city's rare exotics, + In the crystal greenhouse, flourish; + Rose and lily and camelia, + Tulip, fuschia, and verbena, + Rear their gorgeous tints to gladden + Many a sweet domestic picture. + All the knotted thorns and briers, + Serve in close-cut garden hedges; + All the grapevine swings are curling + Over tasteful, latticed arbors. + Apples, pears, and plums, and peaches, + Herbs and blossoms, fruits and berries, + Swell the trade of horticulture, + Birds and fowls and flesh and fishes, + Now supply the city's market. + Houses, homes of care and culture, + Public buildings grand and costly, + Deckings rural and artistic, + All the mart and traffic symbols, + Mark the once entangled wildwood, + Deck the erst embowered valley. + Nature views her splendid ruins, + In a garb of man's creation; + Smooths her rugged frowns and wrinkles, + 'Neath the mask of modern pruning; + Draws her cloven foot in hiding, + Under skirts of art so simple; + Buries all her savage spirit, + In the graces of refinement; + Merges wilderness and mountain, + In the sea of cultivation. + And her name, no longer rustic, + Bears the soubriquet, Lancaster. + 'Tis our birthplace, dear and sacred, + In the heart of old Kentucky, + 'Tis the pride of Garrard county, + Fairest city of the hillside. + May she never know misfortune, + While the moons are waxing, waning, + May her blessings ever linger, + As the cycle brings its changes. + May the strife of human passions, + May all riots and dissensions, + May disease and flood and fire, + Lift their baleful shadows from her. + Let her children cling unto her, + 'Mid the wreck of mind and matter: + Be her sons' and daughters' motto, + Stand, united; fall, divided. + God protect thee, fair Lancaster-- + Cherished city, _pax vobiscum_. + + FINIS. + + + + + APPENDIX. + + + + + APPENDIX. + + + WAR OF 1812. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN JOHN FAULKNER'S COMMAND OF MOUNTED VOLUNTEER +MILITIA, IN AUGUST, 1813. (See page 23.) + + J----s Anderson, James Ashley, + Then John Ball, and William Bledsoe, + J----s Ball, and Jerry Blalock, + Aleck Boyle, and Henry Baker, + Thomas Clarke, and Martin Baker, + Rufus Carpenter, R. Curtis, + Samuel Gill, and Francis Dunkard, + William Hughes, and J----s Comely, + Isaac Holmes, John Frame, James Denny, + Henry Hews, and Moses Hubbard, + Edward Holmes, and Samuel Hogan, + Samuel Kennedy, James Hogan, + John Kincaid, and J----h Harris, + James Mershon, and Philip Hogan, + Moses Moore, and Samuel Jackman, + William Nicholson, John Hidrick, + Posey Price, and Stephen Letcher, + William Poe, and Roland Letcher, + Ennis Quinn, and Thomas Lankford, + Andrew Reid, and Edward Lethal, + Jacob Robinson, John Letcher, + William Ward, and Luther Mayfield, + C----s Smith, and R. McConnell, + James Shackelford, James McGarvin, + Robert Smith, and William Nelson, + Z----h Smith, and Ebsworth Owsley, + Ozias Williams, and G. Oatman, + Henry Williams, and John Preston, + Humphrey Sutton, and John Pollard, + Hugh M. Ross, and J----s Weldon, + J----n Schuyler, and John Woolley, + J----s Russell, and John Simpson, + Lastly, Isaac Peckleheimer. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN WILLIAM WOODS' COMPANY OF KENTUCKY MOUNTED +VOLUNTEER MILITIA, SEVENTH REGIMENT. (See page 24.) + + David Blankenship, John Williams, + Joseph Sprowl, and Joshua Martin, + James Williams, Sr., and Charles Reynolds, + Alexander Sprowl, John Ellis, + Henry Smith, and Edward Nichols, + Joseph Coffee, and John Northcutt, + William Progg, and C----s Pointer, + William Irvin, and James Trotter, + Moses Embry, and James Williams, + John McDowell, and James Connor, + R. L. Pearl, and William Thresher, + D. L. Myers, and John Irwin, + William Campbell, and Cage Grimsley, + Nicholas Owens, and James Russell, + Beverly Clayton, and John Davis, + R. L. Matthews, Joseph Connor, + Robert Appleby, Joshua Grider, + William Stockton, Jonathan Taylor, + John Calhoun, and Charles H. Flower. + + + MEXICAN WAR. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN JOHNSON PRICE'S COMPANY OF GARRARD +VOLUNTEERS, JUNE, 1846. (See page 78.) + + W. O. Lawless, and L. Henson, + Oliver Yates,[12] and James G. Smiley, + John J. Miller,[12] William Evans, + John D. Miller,[12] Joseph Murphy,[12] + George H. Miller, William Herndon, + Robert White, and James F. Miller, + Thomas Blackerby,[12] James Lawless, + Horatio Arnold,[12] S. G. Evans,[12] + T. J. Vaughan,[12] and Andrew Harlan, + James Mershon, and Mason Logan, + Thomas Shipley,[12] and Charles Southern, + Ben Mershon,[12] and James B. Thornton,[12] + John T. Grooms,[12] and Robert Collier, + Richard Bruce,[12] and Daniel Banton,[12] + J----s Brown,[12] and O. O. Banton, + James M. Ford, and Jesse Batner,[12] + Jackson Holmes, and John H. Cleaveland, + William Forbes,[12] and J. Huffman, + Jesse May,[12] and H. B. Terrill,[12] + John Arbuckle,[12] and James Suel,[12] + William Robinson,[12] George Turner, + Then, George Baird,[12] Horatio Owens,[12] + Patrick Williamson, A. Arnold, + Next, George Robinson, H. Duggins, + William Perkins, D. C. Alspaugh,[12] + Sidney Hall, and Stephen Teater,[12] + Thomas Conn,[12] and S. H, Renfro, + Thompson Yates, and Joseph Harmon,[12] + Joseph Scott,[12] and C. Smithpeters,[12] + Hamilton Huffman, and James Hardin, + And the last is Warren Lamaster. + + + CIVIL WAR. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN COMPANY H, NINETEENTH REGIMENT KENTUCKY VOLUNTEER +INFANTRY, COMMANDED BY COL. WILLIAM J. LANDRAM, 1862. (See page 92.) + + Richard Anderson, James Stegar, + Jeremiah Carpenter, James Sherrer, + Henry Edgington. John Kerby,[13] + Henry Grimes, and James Fitzimmons, + Next, John Jones, and Daniel Sweeney, + J. Kincaid, and John Forgaty, + George Lamar, and Daniel Johnson, + Harvey Merriman, George Copeland,[12] + Henry Middleton, James Mochbee, + John O'Keefe, Horatio Wilson, + Tilford Rutherford, John Dismukes, + William Wells, and L. J. Hammonds,[12] + Then, George Forbes, and Thomas Norton,[12] + Henry Hurt, and Charles H. Owsley,[12] + Samuel Prim, and Edward Renfro,[12] + Abram Blackerby,[12] John Renfro, + Hugh Frizell,[12] and A. M. Renfro, + Harvey Smith,[12] and A. J. Wilson,[12] + Dennis Fox,[14] and W. H. Brady,[12] + Next, John Hurt,[14] and Jesse Chartreen, + Daniel Gaddis, Senior, Junior, + Daniel Duggins, and B. Stroxdal,[12] + Jennings Duggins, Walter Eason, + Benjamin Holtzclaw, Milton Finley, + William Madden, Albert Preston, + Thomas Pumphrey, David Preston, + Elijah Pumphrey, William Preston, + Nicholas Tobin, Patrick Ryan, + Joseph Williams, Michael Carroll. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN COLONEL JOHN K. FAULKNER'S COMMAND, COMPANY H, +NINETEENTH KENTUCKY FEDERAL CAVALRY. (See page 94.) + + John F. Baird, and Nelson Harmon, + Simeon Henderson, John Hardin, + Daniel Holman, and James Baker, + Ancel George, and William Johnson, + Jordan Holmes, James Church, George Lawson, + Wesley King, and Thomas Foley, + Allen Haggard, Joseph Baker, + Benjamin Baker, Moses Lawson, + Horatio Marksbury, James Graham, + J. H. Ray, and Isaac Pointer, + William Short, and Mason Pointer, + Joseph Baird,[14] and William Runyan, + Willis Pierce,[12] and Harvey Warren, + Andrew Adams,[12] and George Simpson, + Samuel Hall,[12] and Squire Wheeler, + James D. Nave, and George M. Kerby,[12] + Enoch Lunsford,[12] James D. Fletcher, + George A. Brown, and Campbell Shiplet,[14] + John Mulair, Elijah Simpson, + William Baker, and John Ryan, + William Scarbro,[12] William Warren,[12] + James M. Temple,[12] Daniel Herring, + Last, James Welsh, and Isaac Renfro. + + +PRIVATE SOLDIERS IN CAPTAIN THORNTON HACKLEY'S COMMAND, COMPANY G, FIRST +KENTUCKY FEDERAL CAVALRY. (See page 94.) + + James O'Lynn, James Kern, B. Merrill, + Thomas Adkinson, John Asher, + Thomas Austin, John H. Burton, + Aleck Bland, Moreau B. Bruner, + Thomas Blake, and William Cooley, + John A. Dunn, and L. M. Elliott, + Alexander Hicks, Charles Cummings, + Thomas Hughes, and Gabriel Greenleaf, + Absalom Jeffries, and James Hammock, + John Mahar, and William Layton, + Alexander Ross, Charles Simpson, + Joseph Vaughn, and Daniel Miller, + W. M. Vaughn, and Thomas Murphy, + James B. Wall, and Edward Saddler, + James P. Speake, and Michael Purcell, + W. A. Stotts, and Sidney Tudor, + Joseph Kennedy, John Purcell, + William Hart, and D. R. Totten, + John M. Anderson, A. Vincent, + William Sherod, and J. Harvey, + James F. Williamson, John Roberts, + Samuel Fitch, John Hart, M. Teater, + C. S. Bland, James Ball, R. Elkin, + C. S. Buzd, and William Broaddus, + Thomas Austin, and John Campbell, + Thomas Doolin, Hebsom Layer, + Sidney Murphy, Marion Warren, + Humphrey Best, and Samuel Blackerly. + + +COMPANY I., THIRD KENTUCKY CONFEDERATE CAVALRY, COMMANDED BY CAPTAIN M. +D. LOGAN. (See page 99.) + + Oliver King, Joe Higganbotham,[14] + Samuel Brown, John Higginbotham, + William Middleton, A. Doty,[12] + Simon Engleman,[12] Ross Comely, + Thomas Kennedy, John Farris, + Samuel Engleman, S. O'Bannon,[14] + John Stormes, John Brown, John Byers, + J. W. Brown, and T. L. Harris, + R. McGrath, and Robert Daniel, + R. L. Denton, Isaac Myers, + Francis Curtis, R. C. Farris, + Carroll Jennings, and Jack Thurman. + + +GARRARD MEN IN COLONEL GRIGSBY'S REGIMENT. + + Doctor William Pettus, Surgeon, + George S. Brown, and F. G. Peacock, + Thomas Simpson, and John Salter, + J. A. Doty, and Mack. Adams, + C. L. Grimes, D. Rodney Adams, + John E. Smith, and. J. A. Doty, + Joseph Pettus, and John Alford,[14] + William Grimes, and Archie Denny, + Thomas Richards, O. P. Herring, + Then Green Brown, and Richard Alford, + William Embry,[12] William Baughman. + + +COMPANY E, THIRD KENTUCKY CONFEDERATE CAVALRY, MICHAEL SALTER, CAPTAIN. +(See page 100.) + + A. R. Pendleton, Jack Stagner, + Clayton Anderson, John Merritt, + Benjamin Ford, and T. M. Arnold, + Jacob Brown, and C. A. Finley, + Aleck Ray, and A. R. Harris, + William Terrill, and John Mitchell, + William Dismukes and James Thornton,[12] + James H. Jennings,[14] Louis Sutfield,[12] + Thomas Jennings,[14] W. H. Beazley, + Benjamin Jennings, Stirling Willis, + Gabriel Jennings, Alford Givens, + Russell Jennings, Michael Elkin, + Arabia Jennings, H. C. Buford, + Thompson Denton,[12] Jennings Burton, + James W. Adams, and George Bettis, + A. B. Arnold, and John Beazley, + Butler Hudson, John G. Doty, + Jones L. Adams, and John Arnold, + Thomas Leavell, and John Royston, + Jesse Royston, and John Gardner.[12] + + +A LIST OF GARRARD COUNTY CONFEDERATES WHO JOINED COMMANDS ELSEWHERE. (See +page 101.) + + J. L. Robinson, Jos. Burnside, + D. H. Arnold, Benjamin Tracy, + W. G. Dunn, and James McQuery, + W. McQuery, and Rush Elkin, + Bowen Jones, John Jones, James Hyatt, + James Jones, John Smith, and H. C. Thornton, + Anderson Jones, John Pierce, James Comely, + Benjamin Lear, and W. Campbell, + Robert Wall, S. King, John Patton, + H. T. Noel, and I. Curtis, + A. Montgomery, B. Mullins, + R. R. Noel, W. Owsley. + Dudley Akin, C. C. Miller. + + +[12]Dead. + +[13]Killed at Vicksburg. + +[14]Killed. + + + + + NOTE BY THE AUTHOR. + + +The publication of the Song of Lancaster has been delayed eighteen months +in order to obtain the names of the Garrard County Confederate soldiers. +The author advertised extensively with this view, and one hundred and +twenty-seven names have been procured. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Song of Lancaster, Kentucky + to the statesmen, soldiers, and citizens of Garrard County. + +Author: Eugenia Dunlap Potts + +Release Date: March 10, 2010 [EBook #31594] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SONG OF LANCASTER, KENTUCKY *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Stephen Hutcheson and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div id="cover"> +<h1><span class="smaller">THE</span> +<br />SONG OF LANCASTER, +<br />KENTUCKY.</h1> +<p class="center"><span class="smaller">TO THE</span> +<br />STATESMEN, SOLDIERS, AND CITIZENS OF GARRARD COUNTY.</p> +<p class="center"><span class="smaller">BY</span> +<br />EUGENIA DUNLAP POTTS,</p> +<p class="center"><span class="small">MAY, 1874.</span></p> +<p class="center"><span class="small">CAMBRIDGE:</span> +<br /><b><i>Printed at the Riverside Press.</i></b> +<br /><span class="smaller">1876.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="preface" title="Note"> +<div class="pb" id="pg_iii">[iii]</div> +<h2>NOTE.</h2> +<p>The writer of the following little history +has presumed to borrow the peculiar style +of versification from Longfellow’s celebrated +Song of Hiawatha.</p> +<p>She has carefully examined the records within +reach for the facts of her story. Should important +omissions occur, it will be due to the +meagerness of existing evidence.</p> +<p>May events so dear to hearts now at rest forever, +be perpetuated in the memory of the present +generation.</p> +<p class="jr">EUGENIA D. POTTS.</p> +<p><span class="sc">Lancaster</span>, <i>May, 1874.</i></p> +</div> +<div id="c1" title="Canto I. Primeval Days."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_1">[1]</div> +<h2>THE SONG OF LANCASTER.</h2> +<h3>CANTO I. +<br /><span class="small">PRIMEVAL DAYS.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Hear a song of ancient story,</p> +<p class="t0">Of a city on a hillside,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the valleys all about it,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the forest and the wildwood,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the deer that stalked within it,</p> +<p class="t0">And the birds that flew above it,</p> +<p class="t0">And the wolves and bears around it,</p> +<p class="t0">Sole possessors and retainers</p> +<p class="t0">Of the silent territory.</p> +<p class="t0">Hear the song of its high mountains</p> +<p class="t0">Of its gushing rills and streamlets,</p> +<p class="t0">Of its leaping, rolling rivers,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the meadows still and lonely,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the groves all solitary,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the land of cunning fables.</p> +<p class="t0">Should you ask me of this city,</p> +<p class="t0">With its legends and its stories,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_2">[2]</div> +<p class="t0">With its tales of peace and plenty,</p> +<p class="t0">With its tales of Indian warfare,</p> +<p class="t0">With its nights and days of watching,</p> +<p class="t0">With the camp-fires all a-gleaming,</p> +<p class="t0">And the white man’s deadly peril,</p> +<p class="t0">I should answer, I should tell you,</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis the city of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">In the county we call Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">In the State of old Kentucky,</p> +<p class="t0">In America, the nation</p> +<p class="t0">On the continent Northwestern,</p> +<p class="t0">Found by Christopher Columbus.</p> +<p class="t0">Once a tangled, gloomy woodland,</p> +<p class="t0">With the music of its rivers,</p> +<p class="t0">As they wound along the grasses,</p> +<p class="t0">With the singing of its birdlings,</p> +<p class="t0">As they flew among the maples,</p> +<p class="t0">With the hissing of its reptiles,</p> +<p class="t0">Crawling o’er the sylvan meadows,</p> +<p class="t0">With the growling of its wild beasts,</p> +<p class="t0">Lurking in the dells and caverns.</p> +<p class="t0">Angels gazed with pleasure on it,</p> +<p class="t0">On this Eden habitation,</p> +<p class="t0">On this work so calm and lovely;</p> +<p class="t0">On the moonlit, velvet carpet,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the fairies held their revels,</p> +<p class="t0">On the broad expanse of verdure,</p> +<p class="t0">With the sunbeams slanting o’er it,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_3">[3]</div> +<p class="t0">On the rugged mountain eyrie,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the eagle reared her nestlings,</p> +<p class="t0">On the tiny brooks that trickled</p> +<p class="t0">Down the glens so cool and shaded.</p> +<p class="t0">Green and fresh the ferns and mosses,</p> +<p class="t0">Clinging close to rock and crevice,</p> +<p class="t0">Pure and bright the silver waters,</p> +<p class="t0">Dancing o’er the shelving limestone.</p> +<p class="t0">Angels saw and angels praised it,</p> +<p class="t0">For the gracious Spirit made it,</p> +<p class="t0">“Very good” the Spirit called it.</p> +<p class="t0">Happy valley! Peaceful shadows!</p> +<p class="t0">Glorious sunlight of an epoch,</p> +<p class="t0">Which the latter days can know not!</p> +<p class="t0">For the stride of man’s progression</p> +<p class="t0">Desecrates these pristine beauties,</p> +<p class="t0">Bends these gorgeous land-scape beauties,</p> +<p class="t0">To his purposes of profit.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And the cycle brought its changes,</p> +<p class="t0">As the moons were waxing, waning.</p> +<p class="t0">The still tract of virgin woodland,</p> +<p class="t0">Was invaded by the demon</p> +<p class="t0">That the sweet primeval ages</p> +<p class="t0">Soon were destined to encounter,</p> +<p class="t0">The remorseless Indian demon,</p> +<p class="t0">The bold red man of the forest.</p> +<p class="t0">Then the wigwam and the peace-pipe</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_4">[4]</div> +<p class="t0">Sent aloft the smoke of welcome,</p> +<p class="t0">Welcome to the roving brothers,</p> +<p class="t0">To the tribes that wandered restless,</p> +<p class="t0">To the sachem and the chieftain,</p> +<p class="t0">To the warrior and the maiden.</p> +<p class="t0">I have said the tribes invaded</p> +<p class="t0">The sweet haunts of Nature’s children,</p> +<p class="t0">Of her birds and beasts and reptiles,</p> +<p class="t0">Of her rivers, rills, and streamlets;</p> +<p class="t0">Of her trees and flowers and grasses,</p> +<p class="t0">Yet the song of peace continued.</p> +<p class="t0">Peaceful still, yet no more silent;</p> +<p class="t0">For where man, with human passion,</p> +<p class="t0">Dwells in all this wide creation,</p> +<p class="t0">Strife is ever slumb’ring, waiting,</p> +<p class="t0">Waiting for the magic touchstone,</p> +<p class="t0">For the trouble he is born to,</p> +<p class="t0">“Trouble, as the sparks fly upward.”</p> +<p class="t0">So there rose a reign of terror,</p> +<p class="t0">Of dismay and cruel bloodshed,</p> +<p class="t0">When the white man came among them,</p> +<p class="t0">The all-potent, dreaded pale-face,</p> +<p class="t0">He, another bold invader,</p> +<p class="t0">An usurper of the woodland.</p> +<p class="t0">When he came with might and fury,</p> +<p class="t0">And the hatchet was uplifted,</p> +<p class="t0">When the war-cry sounded louder,</p> +<p class="t0">And the wigwam smoked in ashes,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_5">[5]</div> +<p class="t0">And the peace-pipe fell forever,</p> +<p class="t0">From the lips all stiff and gory;</p> +<p class="t0">And the sachem and the chieftain,</p> +<p class="t0">And the warrior and the maiden,</p> +<p class="t0">Fled for safety from the woodland,</p> +<p class="t0">Roaming restless, ever moving,</p> +<p class="t0">To the land of deer and bison,</p> +<p class="t0">To the rolling, grassy prairies,</p> +<p class="t0">To the distant unknown regions,</p> +<p class="t0">To the placid, broad Pacific,</p> +<p class="t0">To the setting of the sunlight.</p> +</div> +<div class="img"><img src="images/p5.png" alt="decorative trailer" width="138" height="148" /></div> +</div> +<div id="c2" title="Canto II. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_6">[6]</div> +<h3>CANTO II. +<br /><span class="small">1769-1796. +<br />PIONEERS.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In the days my Muse is singing,</p> +<p class="t0">In the days of early settlers</p> +<p class="t0">On the “dark and bloody ground,” there</p> +<p class="t0">Came a pioneer so famous</p> +<p class="t0">For his greatness and his goodness,</p> +<p class="t0">For his sterling sense of honor,</p> +<p class="t0">For his frame of strength and vigor,</p> +<p class="t0">For his nature, bold and hardy,</p> +<p class="t0">And his spirit, firm and steady,</p> +<p class="t0">That the annals of the nation,</p> +<p class="t0">The proud archives of the country,</p> +<p class="t0">Shout his name in stirring pæans,</p> +<p class="t0">Blazon forth his fame and glory,</p> +<p class="t0">From the rising to the setting</p> +<p class="t0">Of the sun he loved to follow.</p> +<p class="t0">Many days and nights he wandered</p> +<p class="t0">O’er the turf of good old Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Now in sight, perchance in hearing,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the birds and beasts and reptiles,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_7">[7]</div> +<p class="t0">Roaming wild and roaming lonely,</p> +<p class="t0">In the groves of fair Lancaster.</p> +<p class="t0">Now in sight, perchance in hearing</p> +<p class="t0">Of the melancholy plover,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the bluebird’s thrilling whistle,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the redbird’s gentle chirping,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the blackbird’s noisy chatter,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the whippoorwill’s soft pleading,</p> +<p class="t0">And the ringdove’s tender cooing.</p> +<p class="t0">All these sounds, I trow, were welcome,</p> +<p class="t0">To the pioneer hunter,</p> +<p class="t0">Daniel Boone, the practiced hunter.</p> +<p class="t0">On the plains and hills I’m singing,</p> +<p class="t0">He has pitched his tent at nightfall,</p> +<p class="t0">And has laid him down to slumber,</p> +<p class="t0">With his deerskin wrapped about him,</p> +<p class="t0">With his household gathered ’round him.</p> +<p class="t0">And the creatures of the woodland,</p> +<p class="t0">The dumb creatures of the forest,</p> +<p class="t0">At the noisy crack and flashing</p> +<p class="t0">Of his trusty, timeworn rifle,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell, the prey of man’s dominion,</p> +<p class="t0">Formed his frugal fare and feasting.</p> +<p class="t0">All about the plains and hilltops,</p> +<p class="t0">Are his faded, sacred landmarks.</p> +<p class="t0">Let them linger, ever linger,</p> +<p class="t0">Faithful witnesses of honor;</p> +<p class="t0">For the hunter sleeps forever,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_8">[8]</div> +<p class="t0">Daniel Boone, the sturdy hunter,</p> +<p class="t0">Daniel Boone, the early settler,</p> +<p class="t0">Sleeps beneath the waving bluegrass,</p> +<p class="t0">Sleeps among the hills of Benson,</p> +<p class="t0">On the river side at Frankfort.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Other pioneers came hither,</p> +<p class="t0">Other white men sought the woodland,</p> +<p class="t0">When the red man fled to westward,</p> +<p class="t0">From the scenes so fierce and gory,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the tomahawk uplifted</p> +<p class="t0">Wrought such strife and havoc deadly.</p> +<p class="t0">And once more the axe is lifted,</p> +<p class="t0">And the monarchs of the forest,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the forest bought with bloodshed,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell with echoes loud and startling,</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid the lonely hills and valleys.</p> +<p class="t0">And the white man built a city,</p> +<p class="t0">In the woodland once so peaceful,</p> +<p class="t0">In the woodland once so warlike,</p> +<p class="t0">Built a fair and goodly city,</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas the city of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Yes, a stranger travelled westward,</p> +<p class="t0">From the land of trade and commerce,</p> +<p class="t0">Of William Penn and “loving brothers,”</p> +<p class="t0">And the stranger’s name was Paulding.</p> +<p class="t0">With his compass, chain, and log-book,</p> +<p class="t0">He marked out this modest city,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_9">[9]</div> +<p class="t0">On the pattern of his birthplace,</p> +<p class="t0">And they christened it Lancaster.</p> +<p class="t0">And the county was called Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">For the governor and statesman,</p> +<p class="t0">For James Garrard of Kentucky.</p> +<p class="t0">Seventeen hundred six and ninety</p> +<p class="t0">Saw the corner-stone implanted.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And the cycle brought its changes,</p> +<p class="t0">As the moons were waxing, waning.</p> +<p class="t0">Pavéd streets and handsome houses,</p> +<p class="t0">Busy shops and tradesmen’s houses,</p> +<p class="t0">Office, inn, and people’s houses,</p> +<p class="t0">Cottage white and mansion costly,</p> +<p class="t0">Structures high and structures lowly,</p> +<p class="t0">Marked the once secluded valley,</p> +<p class="t0">Graced the once sequestered hillside.</p> +<p class="t0">By and by the streets were fashioned</p> +<p class="t0">From the model of McAdam,</p> +<p class="t0">And adorned the youthful city.</p> +<p class="t0">Richmond, Mulberry, and Paulding,</p> +<p class="t0">Danville, Lexington, and Water,</p> +<p class="t0">Stanford, Campbell, and Crab Orchard,</p> +<p class="t0">Were the windings of the city.</p> +<p class="t0">And the noisy hum of traffic,</p> +<p class="t0">And the roll of cart and carriage,</p> +<p class="t0">Told of barter and of bargain,</p> +<p class="t0">Told of human gains and losses,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_10">[10]</div> +<p class="t0">Scared away the beasts and birdlings,</p> +<p class="t0">Locked and dammed and bridged the rivers,</p> +<p class="t0">Chained the rolling streams and rivers.</p> +<p class="t0">Schools were opened, where the people</p> +<p class="t0">Learned to read and write and cipher.</p> +<p class="t0">Coaches linked the growing city</p> +<p class="t0">With the busy world around it.</p> +<p class="t0">Youths and maidens joined in wedlock,</p> +<p class="t0">Parents knelt at family altars,</p> +<p class="t0">Children gamboled in the playgrounds,</p> +<p class="t0">Cats and dogs and cows and horses,</p> +<p class="t0">Swine and animals of burden,</p> +<p class="t0">Followed man, the master spirit,</p> +<p class="t0">And supplied domestic comfort.</p> +<p class="t0">Lawyers, doctors, merchants, traders,</p> +<p class="t0">Preachers, artisans, and idlers,</p> +<p class="t0">From afar and near flocked hither;</p> +<p class="t0">And the “continental coppers”</p> +<p class="t0">Were in speedy circulation.</p> +<p class="t0">Spinning, weaving, sewing, knitting,</p> +<p class="t0">Filled the women’s dextrous fingers,</p> +<p class="t0">And the homespun and the linsey</p> +<p class="t0">Were the choice and boasted fabrics,</p> +<p class="t0">Furnished strong and useful garments,</p> +<p class="t0">In the day of early settlers.</p> +<p class="t0">Social gatherings were frequent,</p> +<p class="t0">’Round log fires and tallow candles,</p> +<p class="t0">And the quaint old invitations</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_11">[11]</div> +<p class="t0">To some public house or “tavern,”</p> +<p class="t0">Call a smile to faces modern;</p> +<p class="t0">“Come and join a square cotillon</p> +<p class="t0">At the hour of four precisely,”—</p> +<p class="t0">Was the custom of the city,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the sensible young city.</p> +<p class="t0">Sights and sounds all strange and novel,</p> +<p class="t0">Filled the wood with unknown echoes;</p> +<p class="t0">Man, the civilized, wrought changes,</p> +<p class="t0">And the olden landmarks vanished.</p> +</div> +<div class="img"><img src="images/p11.png" alt="decorative trailer" width="178" height="90" /></div> +</div> +<div id="c3" title="Canto III. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_12">[12]</div> +<h3>CANTO III. +<br /><span class="small">1796-1812. +<br />ANCIENT BUILDINGS.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">More than threescore years are buried</p> +<p class="t0">With the ages long departed,</p> +<p class="t0">In the annals of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the city I am singing,</p> +<p class="t0">Since the place of law and justice,</p> +<p class="t0">Since the venerable forum,</p> +<p class="t0">The first court-house was erected.</p> +<p class="t0">Seventeen hundred eight and ninety,</p> +<p class="t0">Reads the record of the city.</p> +<p class="t0">Logs adorned its sides and summit,</p> +<p class="t0">Logs without and logs within it,</p> +<p class="t0">Building fashioned all so lowly,</p> +<p class="t0">That ’twas deemed unfit to linger</p> +<p class="t0">On its public, broad arena,</p> +<p class="t0">In the center of the township.</p> +<p class="t0">Down it fell one day thereafter,</p> +<p class="t0">(In eighteen hundred and eleven,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the ever moving cycle,)</p> +<p class="t0">And a nobler and a better,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_13">[13]</div> +<p class="t0">Made of brick and stone and mortar,</p> +<p class="t0">Reared its ghostly head among us,</p> +<p class="t0">Reared its high and white cupola,</p> +<p class="t0">With its bell and towering belfry,</p> +<p class="t0">Clanging far and clanging nearer,</p> +<p class="t0">Tolling loud and tolling softly,</p> +<p class="t0">Ringing forth the day’s proceedings.</p> +<p class="t0">Strangers, coming to the region</p> +<p class="t0">Of the city quaintly outlined,</p> +<p class="t0">Of its square, right-angle outlines,</p> +<p class="t0">Saw from hill-tops in the distance,</p> +<p class="t0">Saw from valleys and from lowlands,</p> +<p class="t0">This great pile of architecture,</p> +<p class="t0">In the central broad arena,</p> +<p class="t0">In the middle of the township.</p> +<p class="t0">Fence of stone with iron railing,</p> +<p class="t0">By and by extended round it,</p> +<p class="t0">Blooming locusts brown and lofty</p> +<p class="t0">Cast their cooling shadows o’er it.</p> +<p class="t0">On its rostrum men of power</p> +<p class="t0">Oft declaimed to judge and jury;</p> +<p class="t0">At its bar were earnest pleadings</p> +<p class="t0">For the erring and the guilty.</p> +<p class="t0">In its halls were panoramas,</p> +<p class="t0">Lectures, shows, and exhibitions,</p> +<p class="t0">All the public entertainments,</p> +<p class="t0">All the tragic and the comic,</p> +<p class="t0">All the festivals and music,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_14">[14]</div> +<p class="t0">All the city’s merry-making.</p> +<p class="t0">’Round and ’round the gorgeous structure,</p> +<p class="t0">(Gorgeous in that generation,)</p> +<p class="t0">Stood in rows the public houses,</p> +<p class="t0">Primitive and unpretending;</p> +<p class="t0">But their tenants knew no others,</p> +<p class="t0">They were simple, frugal tenants,</p> +<p class="t0">They were happy in their folly.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">The year eighteen hundred, fifteen,</p> +<p class="t0">(Just beyond my canto’s limits,)</p> +<p class="t0">Saw the good work of improvement,</p> +<p class="t0">Still progressing, moving forward,</p> +<p class="t0">Still advancing, ever onward.</p> +<p class="t0">In the suburbs of the city,</p> +<p class="t0">Rose a noted house of worship,</p> +<p class="t0">Large and generous in model,</p> +<p class="t0">Called Republican and holy,</p> +<p class="t0">Called Old Church in eras later,</p> +<p class="t0">Where all Christian sects might gather,</p> +<p class="t0">Save the Catholics, named Roman,</p> +<p class="t0">And the curious Shaking Quakers.</p> +<p class="t0">These might not be met as fellows,</p> +<p class="t0">By the followers of Jesus;</p> +<p class="t0">These were aliens from the sheepfold.</p> +<p class="t0">All around the sacred building,</p> +<p class="t0">Slept the dead, both high and lowly,</p> +<p class="t0">(For death came into the city,)</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_15">[15]</div> +<p class="t0">All around the sacred building,</p> +<p class="t0">Tombs and slabs of stone and granite,</p> +<p class="t0">Marked the resting of the sainted,</p> +<p class="t0">Marked the resting of the wicked,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the infant and the aged,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the slave and of the master,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the mourned, the loved departed.</p> +<p class="t0">And the Sabbath bells came pealing,</p> +<p class="t0">In sweet echoes on the breezes,</p> +<p class="t0">As the willing feet went weekly</p> +<p class="t0">To the worship of Jehovah.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Nearer to the stirring places,</p> +<p class="t0">Near the thoroughfare of business,</p> +<p class="t0">In the active, growing city</p> +<p class="t0">I am chanting now in measures,</p> +<p class="t0">Was erected in this era,</p> +<p class="t0">In its earliest beginning,</p> +<p class="t0">Yet another famous building,</p> +<p class="t0">The Academy of Garrard.</p> +<p class="t0">Pile revered in ancient glory,</p> +<p class="t0">Pile renowned in modern story,</p> +<p class="t0">Ever honored Alma Mater</p> +<p class="t0">Of distinguished men and women.</p> +<p class="t0">Here the noble cause of learning</p> +<p class="t0">First received the great momentum</p> +<p class="t0">That has sent it rolling downward,</p> +<p class="t0">In the hands of willing helpers,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_16">[16]</div> +<p class="t0">To the ages of the present.</p> +<p class="t0">Here on walls of polished plaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Were inscribed in myriad numbers,</p> +<p class="t0">Names of unforgotten heroes,</p> +<p class="t0">Names of genius and of talent,</p> +<p class="t0">Names beloved in social circles,</p> +<p class="t0">Names renowned on fields of battle,</p> +<p class="t0">Honored names in senate chamber.</p> +<p class="t0">And the sacred pile was cherished,</p> +<p class="t0">By each absent son and daughter.</p> +<p class="t0">Many years beyond this period,</p> +<p class="t0">(Well I ken the oft told story,)</p> +<p class="t0">On a sunny day in autumn,</p> +<p class="t0">When the leaves were “sere and yellow,”</p> +<p class="t0">When the woods were melancholy,</p> +<p class="t0">There were little children clustered</p> +<p class="t0">In this notable old school-room;</p> +<p class="t0">There were little children striving,</p> +<p class="t0">For the prize-book and the medal,</p> +<p class="t0">Children conning words in triumph,</p> +<p class="t0">Down the line of b-a-baker,</p> +<p class="t0">Children frowning o’er the problems</p> +<p class="t0">Of the higher rules and text-books,</p> +<p class="t0">When a shadow crossed the doorway,</p> +<p class="t0">And there followed it, a stranger.</p> +<p class="t0">Then the children quickly started,</p> +<p class="t0">At the bidding of the teacher,</p> +<p class="t0">And in attitude of homage,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_17">[17]</div> +<p class="t0">Gravely gazed upon the stranger.</p> +<p class="t0">On his venerable person,</p> +<p class="t0">On his hair all white and silvered,</p> +<p class="t0">On his brow all seamed and furrowed,</p> +<p class="t0">On his countenance so noble,</p> +<p class="t0">Gazed with looks of silent wonder.</p> +<p class="t0">He surveyed the group with pleasure,</p> +<p class="t0">He beheld them with emotion;</p> +<p class="t0">And his heart was touched within him,</p> +<p class="t0">All his spirit stirred within him,</p> +<p class="t0">At their prompt, respectful greeting,</p> +<p class="t0">At their attitude of welcome.</p> +<p class="t0">Turning then to front the teacher,</p> +<p class="t0">He said, “Madam, I am weary,</p> +<p class="t0">I am travel-worn and dusty,</p> +<p class="t0">I have wandered long and restless,</p> +<p class="t0">I have come from distant regions,</p> +<p class="t0">To behold this treasured school-house,</p> +<p class="t0">See again its wall all penciled,</p> +<p class="t0">With the names I well remember,</p> +<p class="t0">With the deeds of my school-fellows;</p> +<p class="t0">To review once more the playground,</p> +<p class="t0">Where my boyhood’s days were merry;</p> +<p class="t0">Jackman’s Cave, the pond, the meadow,</p> +<p class="t0">And the spring at Captain Baker’s;</p> +<p class="t0">All these places I have trodden,</p> +<p class="t0">Where we played and where we skated,</p> +<p class="t0">Where we loved and where we quarreled,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_18">[18]</div> +<p class="t0">Where we shouted joyous laughter,</p> +<p class="t0">Where we fought our little battles:</p> +<p class="t0">All these haunts of cloud and sunshine</p> +<p class="t0">Are so bright on mem’ry’s pages.”</p> +<p class="t0">Then he paused and looked about him,</p> +<p class="t0">But alas! the walls were covered,</p> +<p class="t0">Covered o’er with paper hangings,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the style so new and modern,</p> +<p class="t0">And the names were lost forever,</p> +<p class="t0">To the eyes of eager mortals,</p> +<p class="t0">To the gaze of wand’ring schoolmates.</p> +<p class="t0">Yet their impress e’er must linger,</p> +<p class="t0">Linger on till time shall sever</p> +<p class="t0">All the links this earth hath given,</p> +<p class="t0">All the tender links of feeling.</p> +<p class="t0">Alexander Bruce, the stranger,</p> +<p class="t0">Feasted well his eyes so faithful,</p> +<p class="t0">On the scenes long since familiar,</p> +<p class="t0">On the playground of his childhood.</p> +<p class="t0">He was one of many others,</p> +<p class="t0">Who have swelled the honored columns.</p> +<p class="t0">He returned with heart o’erflowing,</p> +<p class="t0">To the spot he fondly cherished,</p> +<p class="t0">And with pleasurable sadness</p> +<p class="t0">He now gazed upon the changes.</p> +<p class="t0">Change was wrought on all about him,</p> +<p class="t0">Change was wrought on all within him,</p> +<p class="t0">Yet the walls beloved were standing,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_19">[19]</div> +<p class="t0">’Mid the wreck of worlds beyond them,</p> +<p class="t0">Bearing witness to her children,</p> +<p class="t0">Standing monuments of witness.</p> +<p class="t0">And John Bruce, the great mechanic,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the brother of the stranger;</p> +<p class="t0">Was another noted scion</p> +<p class="t0">Of this noble house of learning.</p> +<p class="t0">To his genius of invention</p> +<p class="t0">Is the river world indebted</p> +<p class="t0">For the cutting of the sawyers,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the treach’rous snags and sawyers,</p> +<p class="t0">That were wont to plunge the steamer,</p> +<p class="t0">Boldly ploughing through the waters,</p> +<p class="t0">Into labyrinths of danger.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Long the line of brave descendants,</p> +<p class="t0">Long the line of mental giants,</p> +<p class="t0">From this aged Alma Mater,</p> +<p class="t0">From this crumbling hall of science,</p> +<p class="t0">The Academy of Garrard.</p> +</div> +<div class="img"><img src="images/p19.png" alt="decorative trailer" width="96" height="102" /></div> +</div> +<div id="c4" title="Canto IV. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_20">[20]</div> +<h3>CANTO IV. +<br /><span class="small">1812-1820. +<br />SOLDIERS.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">But the changing cycle moved on,</p> +<p class="t0">With the waxing, waning moonlight.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Twas when European nations</p> +<p class="t0">Fell to quarreling and fighting</p> +<p class="t0">Over maritime dissensions,</p> +<p class="t0">That James Madison, the ruler</p> +<p class="t0">Of this glorious republic,</p> +<p class="t0">Felt the tread of foreign despots</p> +<p class="t0">On his loved and native country,</p> +<p class="t0">On the soil of peace and freedom,</p> +<p class="t0">And was driven to defend it.</p> +<p class="t0">For, these strange marauding parties</p> +<p class="t0">Ventured far from their dominion,</p> +<p class="t0">From their rightful sphere of labor,</p> +<p class="t0">From their proper place of warfare.</p> +<p class="t0">When a public proclamation</p> +<p class="t0">Called the people to the conflict,</p> +<p class="t0">Called the brave and hardy people</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_21">[21]</div> +<p class="t0">To unfurl the starry banner,</p> +<p class="t0">Mighty men of valor rose up,</p> +<p class="t0">At the cry, “To arms! To battle!”</p> +<p class="t0">For the seaports of the Union</p> +<p class="t0">Were blockaded by Great Britain,</p> +<p class="t0">By our alien mother country,</p> +<p class="t0">By the hostile British Islands.</p> +<p class="t0">Many battles, hot and bloody,</p> +<p class="t0">Many sieges and repulses,</p> +<p class="t0">Many victories and losses,</p> +<p class="t0">Stained the youthful nation’s annals.</p> +<p class="t0">First at Queenstown, an engagement,</p> +<p class="t0">Then at Frenchtown on the Raisin;</p> +<p class="t0">Fights at York and Sackett’s Harbor,</p> +<p class="t0">At Fort George and Chancey Island,</p> +<p class="t0">And at Williamsburg, Fort Erie,</p> +<p class="t0">Plattsburg, Bladensburg, Bridgewater,</p> +<p class="t0">And at Baltimore, the city</p> +<p class="t0">Lying eastward in the Union.</p> +<p class="t0">From eighteen twelve, to eighteen sixteen,</p> +<p class="t0">Troops were going forth to battle.</p> +<p class="t0">Then the final blow was given,</p> +<p class="t0">In the country stretching southward,</p> +<p class="t0">In the fair Louisiana,</p> +<p class="t0">In the land of sugar-planting,</p> +<p class="t0">Which the nation’s gold had purchased,</p> +<p class="t0">In the sum of fifteen millions,</p> +<p class="t0">From the French in eighteen hundred.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_22">[22]</div> +<p class="t0">And the New Orleans ship harbor,</p> +<p class="t0">On the yellow Mississippi,</p> +<p class="t0">Rolling swift its turbid waters,</p> +<p class="t0">To the distant, mighty ocean,</p> +<p class="t0">Was blockaded by the English,</p> +<p class="t0">By Lord Packenham, the leader</p> +<p class="t0">Of the brave and valiant English.</p> +<p class="t0">Andrew Jackson led the columns</p> +<p class="t0">Of Columbia, the Union;</p> +<p class="t0">And the enemy were routed,</p> +<p class="t0">In the South, were whipped and routed,</p> +<p class="t0">Thus the troubles terminated,</p> +<p class="t0">And the mighty men of valor,</p> +<p class="t0">Who had answered to the roll-call,</p> +<p class="t0">Who had joined the military,</p> +<p class="t0">Laid aside the sword and musket,</p> +<p class="t0">Put away the cap and feather,</p> +<p class="t0">And returned to ways of quiet,</p> +<p class="t0">To the quiet of the hearthstone.</p> +<p class="t0">There were generals and captains,</p> +<p class="t0">In the army and the navy,</p> +<p class="t0">There were colonels, there were majors,</p> +<p class="t0">There were officers and soldiers;</p> +<p class="t0">Men who went from farm and fireside,</p> +<p class="t0">Men who went from shop and ploughshare.</p> +<p class="t0">All the States rose up in answer</p> +<p class="t0">To the martial proclamation.</p> +<p class="t0">There were Pike and Brown and Chandler,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_23">[23]</div> +<p class="t0">Boyd, Macomb, and Scott and Winder,</p> +<p class="t0">Dudley, Harrison, and Hampton,</p> +<p class="t0">Miller, Wilkinson, and Bainbridge,</p> +<p class="t0">Hull and Perry, Jones, Decatur—</p> +<p class="t0">All these names adorn the record,</p> +<p class="t0">Mark the record of the contest.</p> +<p class="t0">And brave men from good old Garrard</p> +<p class="t0">Rallied to their country’s standard,</p> +<p class="t0">And with spirits firm and steady,</p> +<p class="t0">Cheerful smiles and hearts undaunted,</p> +<p class="t0">Ready for the fitful changes,</p> +<p class="t0">Fortune’s wheel was turning for them,</p> +<p class="t0">They put on their trusty armor,</p> +<p class="t0">And went forth to win or perish,</p> +<p class="t0">Went from Lancaster, Kentucky.</p> +<p class="t0">Captain Faulkner led to battle</p> +<p class="t0">Men and arms from Garrard county:</p> +<p class="t0">And the muster-roll is headed,</p> +<p class="t0">“Mounted Volunteer Militia,</p> +<p class="t0">Rendezvoused at Newport Barracks,</p> +<p class="t0">August, eighteen hundred thirteen.”</p> +<p class="t0">Men who number nine and sixty,</p> +<p class="t0">In the stained and dusty archives,</p> +<p class="t0">Men who travelled near one hundred</p> +<p class="t0">Five and twenty miles to Newport.</p> +<p class="t0">Stephen Richardson, Lieutenant,</p> +<p class="t0">Meets us first upon the roll-call,</p> +<p class="t0">Isaac Renfro, next as Ensign,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_24">[24]</div> +<p class="t0">Samuel Smith, and William Dunkard,</p> +<p class="t0">A. McQuea, and William Poor,</p> +<p class="t0">Rank as Sergeants next in order,</p> +<p class="t0">Then J. Nicholson, D. Perkins,</p> +<p class="t0">B. F. Smith, and William Truelove,</p> +<p class="t0">Are the Corporals, four in number;</p> +<p class="t0">For the Privates, see appendix,</p> +<p class="t0">In the chorus of my ditty.</p> +<p class="t0">Their commander’s martial title,</p> +<p class="t0">Rose to General from Captain,</p> +<p class="t0">When the famous State militia</p> +<p class="t0">Held its reign in all the counties.</p> +<p class="t0">And ’twas thus with many others,</p> +<p class="t0">Of these veteran commanders.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p id="woods" class="t0">William Woods enrolled a column</p> +<p class="t0">Of the warriors of Garrard;</p> +<p class="t0">“Mounted Volunteer Militia,</p> +<p class="t0">Seventh Regiment,”—its title.</p> +<p class="t0">First is Thomas Brown, Lieutenant,</p> +<p class="t0">Then is Arthur Progg, Lieutenant,</p> +<p class="t0">Then comes Edward Beck as Ensign;</p> +<p class="t0">J—n Smith and W. Talbot,</p> +<p class="t0">Are the first and second Sergeants;</p> +<p class="t0">Sergeants third and fourth then follow,</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Scott, S. Long, in order.</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Brady and James Lackey,</p> +<p class="t0">J—s Brunt and C—s Silvers,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_25">[25]</div> +<p class="t0">Are the Corporals, four in number.</p> +<p class="t0"><a href="#woodsl">Forty Privates are recorded</a>,</p> +<p class="t0">At the closing of my cantos.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Other soldiers went from Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Other citizens enlisted,</p> +<p class="t0">Of whose names no record lingers,</p> +<p class="t0">Save the register of mem’ry.</p> +<p class="t0">General William Jennings figured</p> +<p class="t0">In the battle on the Raisin;</p> +<p class="t0">And the soldier, Robert Elkin,</p> +<p class="t0">And our well-remembered Buford,</p> +<p class="t0">Are among the names familiar,</p> +<p class="t0">To the vet’rans of the city.</p> +<p class="t0">Michael Salter was Drum-major,</p> +<p class="t0">In the country’s earlier struggle;</p> +<p class="t0">Was our one surviving scion,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the famous Revolution.</p> +<p class="t0">When their knell of death was sounded,</p> +<p class="t0">When they one by one went from us,</p> +<p class="t0">They were buried with the honors</p> +<p class="t0">Of the military calling;</p> +<p class="t0">They were followed to their resting</p> +<p class="t0">By the requiem fife of wailing,</p> +<p class="t0">By the muffled drum of sorrow,</p> +<p class="t0">By the solemn tramp of mourners,</p> +<p class="t0">By the fun’ral march of soldiers.</p> +<p class="t0">We are rearing brilliant guide-posts,</p> +<p class="t0">To the brave men of this era;</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_26">[26]</div> +<p class="t0">We are pointing to their actions,</p> +<p class="t0">With indelible mementos.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus may generations rescue</p> +<p class="t0">Sleeping heroes from oblivion;</p> +<p class="t0">May no recreant prove wanting,</p> +<p class="t0">In a sacred trust of homage.</p> +<p class="t0">Let the archives of the city,</p> +<p class="t0">The proud city of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Still perpetuate her warriors,</p> +<p class="t0">Still preserve her men of valor.</p> +<p class="t0">They are resting on their laurels,</p> +<p class="t0">In an everlasting quiet;</p> +<p class="t0">They have passed the rolling river,</p> +<p class="t0">To the arméd hosts of heaven;</p> +<p class="t0">They have joined another Captain,</p> +<p class="t0">While we linger in the rearguard.</p> +<p class="t0">Yet their deeds are all emblazoned,</p> +<p class="t0">In the hearts they left behind them,</p> +<p class="t0">Hearts that gratefully award them</p> +<p class="t0">Tributes that shall never perish.</p> +<p class="t0">Fare ye well, ye gallant soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Who have fought our country’s battles;</p> +<p class="t0">Whether soon or whether later,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether north or whether southern,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether east or west or foreign,</p> +<p class="t0">Ye have fought them well and bravely</p> +<p class="t0">In the ever changing cycle.</p> +<p class="t0">Bear, ye echoes, to our patriots,</p> +<p class="t0">Waft, ye breezes, our sad parting.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c5" title="Canto V. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_27">[27]</div> +<h3>CANTO V. +<br /><span class="small">1820-1833. +<br />STATESMEN.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We are looking down the vista,</p> +<p class="t0">Of two scores of years departed,</p> +<p class="t0">We are searching ancient data,</p> +<p class="t0">For the story of the decade—</p> +<p class="t0">For the fourth decade recorded,</p> +<p class="t0">In the annals of Lancaster.</p> +<p class="t0">Peace and quiet leave no footprints</p> +<p class="t0">On the true historian’s pages,</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis in action we remember</p> +<p class="t0">The career of our forefathers.</p> +<p class="t0">In the chapters now unfolded,</p> +<p class="t0">Rare memorials await us;</p> +<p class="t0">Of the principal achievements,</p> +<p class="t0">And the men who made them famous,</p> +<p class="t0">Some have floated down unto us,</p> +<p class="t0">Some shall live forever with us.</p> +<p class="t0">Borne along the stream of fortune,</p> +<p class="t0">Carried downward through the driftwood,</p> +<p class="t0">Come the names of learnéd statesmen,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_28">[28]</div> +<p class="t0">Come the lives of men of genius,</p> +<p class="t0">Who were offsprings of the city,</p> +<p class="t0">The young city on the hillside.</p> +<p class="t0">Men who served the state and county,</p> +<p class="t0">In the schools of jurisprudence,</p> +<p class="t0">In the halls of Legislature,</p> +<p class="t0">In the House and Senate Chamber,</p> +<p class="t0">On the bench and legal rostrum.</p> +<p class="t0">There are records of their sayings,</p> +<p class="t0">In the books that crowd upon us;</p> +<p class="t0">There are fragments of their writings</p> +<p class="t0">In this distant generation;</p> +<p class="t0">There are volumes of their wisdom,</p> +<p class="t0">There are codes of law and practice,</p> +<p class="t0">Doctrines pure and bold and upright,</p> +<p class="t0">Which have made their names undying.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Standing first upon the columns,</p> +<p class="t0">Proudly distancing all rivals,</p> +<p class="t0">Is the veteran and jurist,</p> +<p class="t0">Is George Robertson, Chief Justice</p> +<p class="t0">Of the high court of Kentucky.</p> +<p class="t0">Born ’mid pioneer hardships,</p> +<p class="t0">Reared in schools of self-denial,</p> +<p class="t0">All his native force and vigor,</p> +<p class="t0">All his diplomatic talent,</p> +<p class="t0">From his youth to failing manhood,</p> +<p class="t0">Grew to giant strength and prowess,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_29">[29]</div> +<p class="t0">Till he ably represented</p> +<p class="t0">Every gift the people tendered,</p> +<p class="t0">Till the honors of his era</p> +<p class="t0">Crowded thick and fast upon him.</p> +<p class="t0">Early sent away to Congress,</p> +<p class="t0">He became a rising member;</p> +<p class="t0">Soon his voice rang forth as Chairman</p> +<p class="t0">Of the famous Land Committee.</p> +<p class="t0">He was foremost on committees,</p> +<p class="t0">For improving territory;</p> +<p class="t0">For extending roads and railways,</p> +<p class="t0">All throughout the western nation;</p> +<p class="t0">For constructing modes of travel,</p> +<p class="t0">For uprooting mineral treasures,</p> +<p class="t0">For internal State improvement.</p> +<p class="t0">Sounded forth his clarion dicta,</p> +<p class="t0">In wise forms of litigation:</p> +<p class="t0">The Missouri Bill on Slav’ry,</p> +<p class="t0">Called the Compromise Restriction,</p> +<p class="t0">The Dred Scott and Home Law contest,</p> +<p class="t0">In the wrangles and debatings</p> +<p class="t0">Of the “Old Court” and the “New Court,”</p> +<p class="t0">All discussions of importance,</p> +<p class="t0">Themes of grave and weighty import,</p> +<p class="t0">All the mighty law decisions,</p> +<p class="t0">Found his tongue a bold defender,</p> +<p class="t0">Found his pen a busy helper.</p> +<p class="t0">All his aims in legal science,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_30">[30]</div> +<p class="t0">Tended to the vindication,</p> +<p class="t0">Tended to maintain the standard</p> +<p class="t0">Of the country’s Constitution.</p> +<p class="t0">He was author, speaker, pleader,</p> +<p class="t0">Wrote the noted “Manifesto,”</p> +<p class="t0">Wrote a score of learnéd essays,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the founder of the movement</p> +<p class="t0">Giving every man a refuge,</p> +<p class="t0">Giving poor and homeless laborers,</p> +<p class="t0">Peace and comfort at the fireside.</p> +<p class="t0">Ere his mighty frame was stricken</p> +<p class="t0">By the doom of pain and weakness,</p> +<p class="t0">He was offered many stations,</p> +<p class="t0">Full of public trust and glory;</p> +<p class="t0">He was proffered many titles</p> +<p class="t0">Of distinction and of honor.</p> +<p class="t0">Some he served with zeal unflagging,</p> +<p class="t0">Some he wore with conscious merit.</p> +<p class="t0">Others still, he waived with firmness,</p> +<p class="t0">Others still, he put behind him.</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred eight and twenty</p> +<p class="t0">He declined the nomination</p> +<p class="t0">For the Governor of Kentucky;</p> +<p class="t0">And the post of Secretary</p> +<p class="t0">Of the State, he soon vacated,</p> +<p class="t0">To pursue more arduous duties.</p> +<p class="t0">Chief among rejected honors,</p> +<p class="t0">Were, the governor’s dominion</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_31">[31]</div> +<p class="t0">Of Arkansas Territory,</p> +<p class="t0">And the trust of foreign missions,</p> +<p class="t0">At Peru and at Colombia;</p> +<p class="t0">And a place among the jurists</p> +<p class="t0">Of the land’s Supreme Tribunal,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the great judicial body,</p> +<p class="t0">At the nation’s seat of power.</p> +<p class="t0">All along his pilgrim journey,</p> +<p class="t0">Are the thickly-showered laurels.</p> +<p class="t0">Now his days on earth are numbered,</p> +<p class="t0">As the sands are gently dropping—</p> +<p class="t0">—Fourscore years and four their telling—</p> +<p class="t0">Now his mighty brain is resting,</p> +<p class="t0">From the pressure of life’s burdens,</p> +<p class="t0">May his end be as the twilight</p> +<p class="t0">Of a day replete with blessings;</p> +<p class="t0">May he fall asleep in Jesus,</p> +<p class="t0">With the Father’s welcome plaudit,</p> +<p class="t0">“Thou hast been a faithful servant,</p> +<p class="t0">Enter into joys of heaven.”<sup><a id="fr_1" href="#fn_1">[1]</a></sup></p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">On the soil of Garrard county,</p> +<p class="t0">Lived another famous jurist,</p> +<p class="t0">Lived John Boyle, another member</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Lancaster triumvir,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Letcher, Boyle, and Owsley—</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_32">[32]</div> +<p class="t0">Triune band of legal heroes.</p> +<p class="t0">Born at Castle Woods, Virginia,</p> +<p class="t0">Seventeen hundred four and seventy</p> +<p class="t0">By and by he journeyed westward,</p> +<p class="t0">Settling near to Whitley’s Station,</p> +<p class="t0">And in seventeen hundred eighty,</p> +<p class="t0">Emigrated thence to Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the sun went down upon him,</p> +<p class="t0">On his brilliant life of labor,</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred five and thirty.</p> +<p class="t0">Educated in the English,</p> +<p class="t0">In the Greek and in the Latin,</p> +<p class="t0">Taught the strict routine of science,</p> +<p class="t0">By the Rev’rend Samuel Finley,</p> +<p class="t0">He selected as his mission,</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid his striving fellow-creatures,</p> +<p class="t0">The career of the lawyer;</p> +<p class="t0">And for sixteen years and over,</p> +<p class="t0">Stood among the highest jurists,</p> +<p class="t0">Was Chief Justice of Kentucky.</p> +<p class="t0">He declined a marked preferment,</p> +<p class="t0">In the ranks of politicians,</p> +<p class="t0">Choosing avenues of labor</p> +<p class="t0">Nearer home and happier duties,</p> +<p class="t0">Nearer scenes of calm retirement.</p> +<p class="t0">His decisions when Chief Justice</p> +<p class="t0">Meet the eyes of his successors,</p> +<p class="t0">Furnish precept and example,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_33">[33]</div> +<p class="t0">State Reports, in fifteen vòlumes,</p> +<p class="t0">Give the purity and firmness</p> +<p class="t0">Of a day when vice and bribery,</p> +<p class="t0">Pettifogging and corruption,</p> +<p class="t0">Strategy and self-promotion,</p> +<p class="t0">Clouded not the patriot’s vision.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Our renowned Judge William Owsley,</p> +<p class="t0">Representative and jurist,</p> +<p class="t0">Lawyer, legislator, ruler,</p> +<p class="t0">Has a record full of glory,</p> +<p class="t0">From his youth to his departure</p> +<p class="t0">From the stage of human striving.</p> +<p class="t0">Boyle and Mills and Owsley, colleagues,</p> +<p class="t0">With George Robertson, associate,</p> +<p class="t0">In the “Old Court” revolution,</p> +<p class="t0">Which endangered brave Kentucky</p> +<p class="t0">With dark anarchy and ruin,</p> +<p class="t0">Steered the state-craft o’er the breakers,</p> +<p class="t0">Stood unshaken ’mid the billows,</p> +<p class="t0">Saved the honored Constitution</p> +<p class="t0">From fierce partisans and wranglers.</p> +<p class="t0">Owsley’s firm administration,</p> +<p class="t0">From the bench and bar judicial,</p> +<p class="t0">In the governor’s chair of power,</p> +<p class="t0">Comes in heraldry unsullied,</p> +<p class="t0">On the banner of the contest,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the pen and diction contest,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_34">[34]</div> +<p class="t0">Mightier than the sword of battle.</p> +<p class="t0">He reduced the annual bugbear,</p> +<p class="t0">The state debt, so long amassing,</p> +<p class="t0">And devoted all his efforts</p> +<p class="t0">To the Commonwealth’s advantage.</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred two and sixty,</p> +<p class="t0">He laid down his useful manhood,</p> +<p class="t0">In the dust of lasting greatness,</p> +<p class="t0">At his home in Boyle county.</p> +<p class="t0">Long his psalm of life be chanted,</p> +<p class="t0">Long his earnest work remembered,</p> +<p class="t0">Long the sand retain his footprints,</p> +<p class="t0">Dust of dust, to earth returning.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">R. P. Letcher was a lawyer,</p> +<p class="t0">In his native county, Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">In the city of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Till the year of eighteen forty,</p> +<p class="t0">When he rose up by election</p> +<p class="t0">To the Governor’s high office.</p> +<p class="t0">Advocate and bold defender</p> +<p class="t0">Of the popular Whig party,</p> +<p class="t0">He was prominent in Congress,</p> +<p class="t0">In Kentucky Legislature,</p> +<p class="t0">Ruled the district of Arkansas,</p> +<p class="t0">Went to Mexico in office,</p> +<p class="t0">Served at home and foreign stations.</p> +<p class="t0">Full of genial, pleasant humor,</p> +<p class="t0">Anecdote and social temper,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_35">[35]</div> +<p class="t0">He left many mourning comrades,</p> +<p class="t0">When he ended all his labors</p> +<p class="t0">At his residence in Frankfort,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred one and sixty.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">William Jordan Graves, another</p> +<p class="t0">Of our citizens illustrious,</p> +<p class="t0">Is entitled to position,</p> +<p class="t0">In my melody of heroes.</p> +<p class="t0">He was lawyer by profession,</p> +<p class="t0">Went from Louisville to Congress,</p> +<p class="t0">And was actor in a drama,</p> +<p class="t0">As romantic as ’twas gloomy.</p> +<p class="t0">Mr. Cilley from New England,</p> +<p class="t0">Challenged Webb to mortal combat,</p> +<p class="t0">Webb, the editor, to fight him,</p> +<p class="t0">To atone for printed libel.</p> +<p class="t0">Webb declined the doubtful honor</p> +<p class="t0">Of becoming human target,</p> +<p class="t0">And on Mr. Graves, his second,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell the duty of the duel.</p> +<p class="t0">His antagonist, a marksman</p> +<p class="t0">Of accomplished skill and practice,</p> +<p class="t0">Yielding up the choice of weapons,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether pistol, dirk, or sabre,</p> +<p class="t0">Graves, a novice in the science,</p> +<p class="t0">Promptly risked his chance for living,</p> +<p class="t0">On the tried Kentucky rifle.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_36">[36]</div> +<p class="t0">H. A. Wise of old Virginia,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the other chosen second,</p> +<p class="t0">Formed a member of the party,</p> +<p class="t0">Met at dawn in mortal combat.</p> +<p class="t0">Cilley fell at Graves’s first fire,</p> +<p class="t0">The old rifle did its duty;</p> +<p class="t0">And a fellow-man lay rendering</p> +<p class="t0">Up the penalty of rashness.</p> +<p class="t0">George D. Prentice of the “Journal,”</p> +<p class="t0">Louisville editor and punster,</p> +<p class="t0">Called the tragical encounter</p> +<p class="t0">Very <i>Grave</i>, un <i>Wise</i>, and <i>Cilley</i>.</p> +<p class="t0">All the city on the hillside</p> +<p class="t0">Was in sympathy united,</p> +<p class="t0">And extended cordial welcome</p> +<p class="t0">To her wand’ring son and hero,</p> +<p class="t0">When he came among his people,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred nine and thirty.</p> +<p class="t0">At the Mason House a dinner</p> +<p class="t0">Was prepared to do him honor,</p> +<p class="t0">All his comrades will remember</p> +<p class="t0">How they met to do him homage.</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred forty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">When the soldiers of the city</p> +<p class="t0">Came from Mexico in safety,</p> +<p class="t0">Came among us with rejoicing,</p> +<p class="t0">A grand barbecue was given</p> +<p class="t0">In the wood of Gabriel Salter,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_37">[37]</div> +<p class="t0">Mr. Graves, the chosen speaker,</p> +<p class="t0">On the glorious occasion.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Samuel McKee, the elder,</p> +<p class="t0">Was thro’ many years distinguished</p> +<p class="t0">For his services as statesman,</p> +<p class="t0">Was conspicuous in office,</p> +<p class="t0">Was a gifted, brilliant member</p> +<p class="t0">Of a family of statesmen,</p> +<p class="t0">Of a family of soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Of superior men of talent.</p> +<p class="t0">One of Buena Vista’s heroes,</p> +<p class="t0">Lying ’neath the sod at Frankfort,</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath the battle shaft of marble,</p> +<p class="t0">On Kentucky river’s margin,</p> +<p class="t0">Was a son of this great lawyer,—</p> +<p class="t0">Colonel William R. McKee, a</p> +<p class="t0">Gallant sacrifice to courage.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A. A. Burton’s name now meets us,</p> +<p class="t0">On the roll of public servants,</p> +<p class="t0">He, a living illustration</p> +<p class="t0">Of the might of patient progress.</p> +<p class="t0">With a mind of varied talent,</p> +<p class="t0">With a keen perceptive power,</p> +<p class="t0">With true pride and high ambition,</p> +<p class="t0">He endowed his human storehouse,</p> +<p class="t0">He provided ample weapons</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_38">[38]</div> +<p class="t0">For the world’s unsafe arena,</p> +<p class="t0">For “the bivouac” of fortune.</p> +<p class="t0">He was lawyer, Police Judge, and</p> +<p class="t0">In Dacotah Territory</p> +<p class="t0">Was appointed Judge and ruler.</p> +<p class="t0">In Lincoln’s administration,</p> +<p class="t0">Was assigned a foreign mission,</p> +<p class="t0">At Colombia Republic;</p> +<p class="t0">And was sent as Secretary</p> +<p class="t0">Of the recent expedition</p> +<p class="t0">To the shores of San Domingo.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Other leading men among us,</p> +<p class="t0">Have been tendered foreign duty,</p> +<p class="t0">Have declined the proffered honors,</p> +<p class="t0">Have been popular home magnates.</p> +<p class="t0">These celebrities we number</p> +<p class="t0">With the country’s highest talent;</p> +<p class="t0">They, with lesser lights, illumined</p> +<p class="t0">Our ambition’s broad horizon;</p> +<p class="t0">These and they, our master spirits,</p> +<p class="t0">Our auspicious hillside leaders,</p> +<p class="t0">Offspring of the young Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Hers by birth or by adoption.</p> +<p class="t0">Strong the cord of native friendship,</p> +<p class="t0">Firm the bond of common birthright,</p> +<p class="t0">Binding close the city’s children,</p> +<p class="t0">Linking all her sons together.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_39">[39]</div> +<p class="t0">Waning moons have well attested,</p> +<p class="t0">Moving cycles, borne the triumphs</p> +<p class="t0">Of her statesmen and her rulers,</p> +<p class="t0">Of her public men and heroes.</p> +<p class="t0">Her municipal directors,</p> +<p class="t0">Her trustees and regulators,</p> +<p class="t0">Her attorneys and her judges.</p> +<p class="t0">Her executive comptrollers,</p> +<p class="t0">Her ambassadors, electors,</p> +<p class="t0">And her delegates intrusted,</p> +<p class="t0">Her mechanics and inventors,—</p> +<p class="t0"><i>All</i> her thinkers and her actors,</p> +<p class="t0">Join in fellowship untarnished,</p> +<p class="t0">Stand united in distinction.</p> +</div> +<div class="img"><img src="images/p39.png" alt="decorative trailer" width="117" height="86" /></div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_1" href="#fr_1">[1]</a></sup>Judge Robertson died at his residence in Lexington in July, 1874. +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c5s" title="Canto II. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_40">[40]</div> +<h3>SUPPLEMENT TO CANTO V. 1875. +<br /><span class="small">MISCELLANEOUS DATES.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From stray fragments and traditions,</p> +<p class="t0">From authenticated pages,</p> +<p class="t0">From all evidence existing,</p> +<p class="t0">We transcribe the names of brothers</p> +<p class="t0">Who have served our state and county</p> +<p class="t0">In divergent fields of labor;</p> +<p class="t0">Who have lent their minds and bodies</p> +<p class="t0">To the profit of their fellows.</p> +<p class="t0">Stubborn facts and dates and figures,</p> +<p class="t0">Chime not smoothly in my measure,</p> +<p class="t0">Straggling history makes angles,</p> +<p class="t0">Which do sharply turn my canto—</p> +<p class="t0">Which transform my major canto</p> +<p class="t0">Into strains of minor music.</p> +<p class="t0">Yet the story must be perfect,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the city on the hillside;</p> +<p class="t0">Still the awkward miscellany</p> +<p class="t0">Must awake my bard to chanting</p> +<p class="t0">All the song of fair Lancaster.</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas in seventeen hundred eighty,</p> +<p class="t0">That there came from old Virginia</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_41">[41]</div> +<p class="t0">To the west, a gifted preacher,</p> +<p class="t0">Lewis Craig, a Baptist preacher,</p> +<p class="t0">Who became a valiant champion</p> +<p class="t0">Of that church in Garrard county.</p> +<p class="t0">Gilbert’s Creek, his chosen station,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the scene of great revivals,</p> +<p class="t0">And his voice proclaimed the Gospel,</p> +<p class="t0">Till its tones were hushed forever.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In seventeen hundred nine and ninety,</p> +<p class="t0">Nathan Hall, a Presbyterian,</p> +<p class="t0">Came to labor for the Master,</p> +<p class="t0">In this section of Kentucky.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Nathan Rice was born in Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">A strict follower of Calvin,</p> +<p class="t0">In his doctrines of religion;</p> +<p class="t0">Was a zealous, constant worker,</p> +<p class="t0">In the vineyard of salvation,</p> +<p class="t0">In the field of controversy,</p> +<p class="t0">As debater and reviewer,</p> +<p class="t0">Both as pastor and as author,</p> +<p class="t0">Labored hard and labored steady.</p> +<p class="t0">The debate on modes of baptism,</p> +<p class="t0">Sprinkling, pouring, or immersion,</p> +<p class="t0">Held with Alexander Campbell,</p> +<p class="t0">Caused unlimited excitement</p> +<p class="t0">All throughout the Christian churches,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_42">[42]</div> +<p class="t0">Made a stir and nine days’ wonder,</p> +<p class="t0">Throughout all denominations.</p> +<p class="t0">Universalism doctrine,</p> +<p class="t0">And the justice of slaveholding,</p> +<p class="t0">Formed two other grave discussions</p> +<p class="t0">In the great divine’s career.</p> +<p class="t0">Dr. Rice is still devoting</p> +<p class="t0">His enfeebled voice and gesture</p> +<p class="t0">To the Gospel proclamation;</p> +<p class="t0">Furrowed brow and locks of silver</p> +<p class="t0">Give the glory of religion,</p> +<p class="t0">In a portrait true and tender,</p> +<p class="t0">Speaking fluent words and holy,</p> +<p class="t0">Telling still the “old, old story.”</p> +<p class="t0">Every prominent position,</p> +<p class="t0">In the gift of flock or pastor,</p> +<p class="t0">Has been his to grace and honor,</p> +<p class="t0">In the field of Christian labor.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">J. L. McKee, D. D., proclaimer</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Gospel revelation,</p> +<p class="t0">Gathers penitents unnumbered</p> +<p class="t0">To the mercy-seat of Jesus,</p> +<p class="t0">Gathers multitudes of brothers,</p> +<p class="t0">In the strait way of salvation.</p> +<p class="t0">Earnest, eloquent and faithful,</p> +<p class="t0">Heart and mind and will are ready,</p> +<p class="t0">Ready by devoted study,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_43">[43]</div> +<p class="t0">Ready by Divine assistance,</p> +<p class="t0">By the milk of human kindness,</p> +<p class="t0">By the grace of gentle warning,</p> +<p class="t0">For evangelizing sinners,</p> +<p class="t0">For converting souls from error.</p> +<p class="t0">Holding Presbyterian tenets,</p> +<p class="t0">Orthodox in Scotland’s canons,</p> +<p class="t0">He proclaims a dying Saviour,</p> +<p class="t0">Points a crucified Redeemer,</p> +<p class="t0">Urges love among all brethren,</p> +<p class="t0">As his rule of faith and practice,</p> +<p class="t0">As his bulwark of dependence,</p> +<p class="t0">As the channel of redemption</p> +<p class="t0">For rebellious, wayward mortals.</p> +<p class="t0">Gifted orator and teacher,</p> +<p class="t0">Chastened learner and disciple,</p> +<p class="t0">May his thrilling exhortations,</p> +<p class="t0">May his zealous admonitions,</p> +<p class="t0">Long resound in old Kentucky,</p> +<p class="t0">Long reëcho in Lancaster.</p> +</div> +<h3>STATISTICS.</h3> +<h4>SENATORS.</h4> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">From eighteen four, to eighteen hundred</p> +<p class="t0">Four and seventy, were statesmen</p> +<p class="t0">Sent to represent Lancaster,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_44">[44]</div> +<p class="t0">In the senate of Kentucky.</p> +<p class="t0">First, in eighteen four, James Thompson,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen six, came William Bledsoe,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen nine, was Thomas Buford,</p> +<p class="t0">Then in eighteen twelve, John Faulkner,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen thirty-two W. Owsley,</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Lusk, in four and thirty,</p> +<p class="t0">In fifty-nine, George Denny, Senior.</p> +</div> +<h4>HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES.</h4> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In the House the hillside city</p> +<p class="t0">Was in numbers represented</p> +<p class="t0">From among the early settlers,</p> +<p class="t0">To the present generation.</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Kennedy, elected,</p> +<p class="t0">Seventeen hundred nine and ninety,</p> +<p class="t0">Then John Boyle in eighteen hundred,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen one, came Henry Pawling,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen two, was Stephen Perkins,</p> +<p class="t0">Next, in eighteen three, James Thompson,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen five, came Abner Baker,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen six, came Thomas Buford,</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel McKee in eighteen nine, and</p> +<p class="t0">William Owsley, eighteen eleven:</p> +<p class="t0">Then in eighteen twelve, John Yantis,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen thirteen, Samuel Johnson,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen fourteen, Robert Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen fifteen, came James Spillman,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_45">[45]</div> +<p class="t0">Eighteen twenty-one Ben. Mason,</p> +<p class="t0">Then George Robertson, in eighteen</p> +<p class="t0">Two and twenty, was elected.</p> +<p class="t0">Twenty-seven, R. McConnell.</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred eight and twenty</p> +<p class="t0">Simeon Anderson next followed,</p> +<p class="t0">Nine and twenty, Tyree Harris,</p> +<p class="t0">One and thirty, Jesse Yantis,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen thirty-two, John Jennings,</p> +<p class="t0">Alex. Sneed, in three and thirty,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen thirty-five, George Mason,</p> +<p class="t0">A. G. Daniel, nine and thirty,</p> +<p class="t0">George R. McKee, in one and forty,</p> +<p class="t0">Jennings Price, in three and forty,</p> +<p class="t0">Forty-four, went Grabriel Salter,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen forty-five, W. Mason,</p> +<p class="t0">Horace Smith, in forty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">Forty-eight, La Fayette Dunlap,</p> +<p class="t0">John B. Arnold, eighteen fifty,</p> +<p class="t0">Fifty-four, George W. Dunlap,</p> +<p class="t0">Joshua Dunn, in five and fifty,</p> +<p class="t0">William Woods, in fifty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">Fifty-nine, went Joshua Burdett,</p> +<p class="t0">Alex. Lusk, in one and sixty,</p> +<p class="t0">Sixty-three, went John K. Faulkner,</p> +<p class="t0">Sixty-five, went Daniel Murphy,</p> +<p class="t0">William J. Lusk, in sixty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">Seventy-one, went William Sellers.</p> +<p class="t0">Reëlected, three and seventy.</p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_46">[46]</div> +<h4>MEMBERS OF CONGRESS.</h4> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">First, John Boyle was sent to Congress,</p> +<p class="t0">From eighteen three to eighteen nine; then</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel McKee, to eighteen seventeen;</p> +<p class="t0">Then George Robertson, till twenty;</p> +<p class="t0">R. P. Letcher next, from twenty</p> +<p class="t0">To eighteen hundred three and thirty.</p> +<p class="t0">From thirty-nine to eighteen forty,</p> +<p class="t0">Simeon H. Anderson was chosen;</p> +<p class="t0">From sixty-one to three and sixty,</p> +<p class="t0">George W. Dunlap served the session,</p> +<p class="t0">Called to quell the civil troubles,</p> +<p class="t0">By pacific intervention.</p> +</div> +<h4>JUDGES.</h4> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">John Boyle and William Owsley,</p> +<p class="t0">And George Robertson, were Judges</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Appellate Court at Frankfort.</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Lusk, George R. McKee, and</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel McKee, and Mike H. Owsley,</p> +<p class="t0">Form the list of Circuit Judges</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Eighth Judicial District.</p> +<p class="t0">County Judges, five in number;</p> +<p class="t0">James H. Letcher, first in order,</p> +<p class="t0">Nicholas Sandifer, the second,</p> +<p class="t0">Third, James Patterson elected,</p> +<p class="t0">Fourthly, comes George Denny, Junior,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_47">[47]</div> +<p class="t0">Last is William McKee Duncan.</p> +<p class="t0">Police Judges are as follows:</p> +<p class="t0">First, T. Gresham heads the list, then</p> +<p class="t0">Hugh McKee and Allan Burton,</p> +<p class="t0">James McKee and Louis Phillips,</p> +<p class="t0">R. Grinnan and W. M. Duncan.</p> +<p class="t0">George Denny, Junior, M. H. Owsley,</p> +<p class="t0">Served as Commonwealth’s Attorney.</p> +</div> +<h4>CLERKS.</h4> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">William A. Bridges, Benjamin Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">A. R. McKee, and W. J. Landram,</p> +<p class="t0">W. D. Hopper, E. D. Kennedy,</p> +<p class="t0">John K. Faulkner, now in office,</p> +<p class="t0">Are the Circuit Court Recorders.</p> +<p class="t0">County clerks were Benjamin Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">A. McKee, and W. B. Mason,</p> +<p class="t0">James H. Smith, and W. J. Landram,</p> +<p class="t0">J. W. West and W. H. Wherritt.</p> +</div> +<h4>POSTS OF HONOR.</h4> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Of our Territorial Judges,—</p> +<p class="t0">R. P. Letcher, in Arkansas,</p> +<p class="t0">A. A. Burton, in Dacotah.</p> +<p class="t0">Foreign Missions,—R. P. Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">Went to Mexico in office;</p> +<p class="t0">A. A. Burton, to Colombia,</p> +<p class="t0">R. C. Anderson, Colombia,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_48">[48]</div> +<p class="t0">And to Panama in service.</p> +<p class="t0">A. R. McKee, to Panama, was</p> +<p class="t0">Sent as Consul for a season.</p> +</div> +<h4>MEMBERS OF BAR. +<br />1820-1875.</h4> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">S. McKee and R. P. Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">George Robertson, M. V. Grant, and</p> +<p class="t0">James McCoy, and W. G. Mullins,</p> +<p class="t0">S. H. Anderson, John Boyle, and</p> +<p class="t0">W. Mattingly, John McMillan,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Chilton, and Charles Talbott,</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Lusk, and W. P. Bryant,</p> +<p class="t0">Jesse Woodruff, John G. Totten,</p> +<p class="t0">R. D. Lusk, and S. T. Mason,</p> +<p class="t0">George W. Dunlap, A. A. Burton,</p> +<p class="t0">Alex. Robertson, H. Bruce, and</p> +<p class="t0">Levi Blanton, Lewis Landram,</p> +<p class="t0">W. Kincaid, and Alex. Aldridge,</p> +<p class="t0">A. G. Stephenson, B. F. Graham,</p> +<p class="t0">Bascom Brown, and Dudley Denton,</p> +<p class="t0">L. B. Cox, J. Smith, Joshua Burdett,</p> +<p class="t0">Alex. Lusk, and Thomas Wilbur,</p> +<p class="t0">M. L. Rice, and George F. Burdett,</p> +<p class="t0">Horace Smith, and L. F. Dunlap,</p> +<p class="t0">W. C. Samuel, Charles E. Bowman,</p> +<p class="t0">A. R. McKee, and W. J. Landram,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_49">[49]</div> +<p class="t0">Samuel McKee, and T. McQuery,</p> +<p class="t0">George R. McKee, and W. B. Mason,</p> +<p class="t0">S. T. Corn, and Phil. P. Barbour,</p> +<p class="t0">R. McKee and W. D. Hopper,</p> +<p class="t0">James A. Anderson, W. J. Lusk, and</p> +<p class="t0">Theodore Bailey, and George Hatch, and</p> +<p class="t0">R. M. Bradley, B. F. Burdett,</p> +<p class="t0">W. O. Bradley, H. T. Noel,</p> +<p class="t0">Harrison Wilds, and M. H. Owsley,</p> +<p class="t0">W. M. Duncan, William Herndon,</p> +<p class="t0">R. L. Tomlinson, Matt. Walton,</p> +<p class="t0">George Denny, Junior, H. C. Kauffman.</p> +</div> +<h4>PHYSICIANS.</h4> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">J. V. Gill, and R. McConnell,</p> +<p class="t0">A. Edmonson, B. F. Rhoton,</p> +<p class="t0">William Gill, and Benjamin Mason,</p> +<p class="t0">George B. Mason, L. M. Buford,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Smith, and W. A. Downton,</p> +<p class="t0">J. P. Burton, B. F. Duncan,</p> +<p class="t0">J. S. Pierce, and W. H. Pettus,</p> +<p class="t0">Alex. Hann, and Lewis Mullins,</p> +<p class="t0">Anthony Hunn, and Samuel Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">David Bell, and Harvey Baker,</p> +<p class="t0">Jennings Price and Abner Baker,</p> +<p class="t0">L. B. Hudson, Jos. P. Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">William Cooke, and Hartford Peters,</p> +<p class="t0">Charley Fox, and Houston Jackman,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_50">[50]</div> +<p class="t0">O. P. Hill, and William Jennings,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Craig, John Craig, George Givens,</p> +<p class="t0">Johnson Price, and M. D. Logan,</p> +<p class="t0">Edward Cooke, and S. L. Burdett,</p> +<p class="t0">William Bush, and William Huffman,</p> +<p class="t0">Lastly, Dr. H. C. Herring,</p> +<p class="t0">Are the city’s Esculapians.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We have merchants and mechanics,</p> +<p class="t0">Who supply the world of commerce,</p> +<p class="t0">We have artisans, and farmers,</p> +<p class="t0">Who are thriving, noble workers,</p> +<p class="t0">Men whose names are as the legions,</p> +<p class="t0">As they toil in honest labor.</p> +<p class="t0">We have literary talent,</p> +<p class="t0">We have preachers and professors,</p> +<p class="t0">We have poets and musicians,</p> +<p class="t0">Gallant sons and blooming daughters;</p> +<p class="t0">We have statesmen, we have soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">In the halls and in the battles;</p> +<p class="t0">Even out upon the ocean,</p> +<p class="t0">Has the city’s fame extended;</p> +<p class="t0">In the navy as the army,</p> +<p class="t0">Have her offspring been promoted;</p> +<p class="t0">Every path may claim her children,</p> +<p class="t0">Every sphere in life, a foll’wer,</p> +<p class="t0">Every scroll of fame, a column.</p> +<p class="t0">Cicero Price became a seaman,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_51">[51]</div> +<p class="t0">Went to cruise upon the waters,</p> +<p class="t0">Rose to Commodore in service,</p> +<p class="t0">And sustained his proud position,</p> +<p class="t0">Through the shifts of fickle fortune.</p> +<p class="t0">Let each heart enshrine a volume</p> +<p class="t0">Of our honest, upright brothers;</p> +<p class="t0">Let the story of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Brush aside the dust and ashes,</p> +<p class="t0">Clear away the clogs and brake-wheels,</p> +<p class="t0">Come forth as the sun at noonday,</p> +<p class="t0">With her hearts and hands unsullied,</p> +<p class="t0">With her banner folds untarnished.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c6" title="Canto VI. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_52">[52]</div> +<h3>CANTO VI. +<br /><span class="small">1833. +<br />CHOLERA.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">We have sung the hillside city</p> +<p class="t0">In the wilds of old Kentucky,</p> +<p class="t0">In the fruitful, blue-grass region,</p> +<p class="t0">In its central rich location.</p> +<p class="t0">We have sung its days of beauty,</p> +<p class="t0">From the hands of the Creator;</p> +<p class="t0">Of its innocence and quiet,</p> +<p class="t0">Ere the foot of man had pressed it;</p> +<p class="t0">We have sung its days of progress</p> +<p class="t0">Since the first rude cot was fashioned;</p> +<p class="t0">We have sung its days of pleasure</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid its households and its people;</p> +<p class="t0">We have sung its days of profit</p> +<p class="t0">In the gain of cents and dollars;</p> +<p class="t0">Days of rustic simple manners,</p> +<p class="t0">Days of industry and labor,</p> +<p class="t0">Days of glory and of triumph,</p> +<p class="t0">Days of pride and exultation.</p> +<p class="t0">Now, there came a fatal era,</p> +<p class="t0">When the busy hum of traffic</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_53">[53]</div> +<p class="t0">Filled no more the stirring places;</p> +<p class="t0">When the noisy roll of carriage</p> +<p class="t0">Ceased to sound along the pavements,</p> +<p class="t0">And the death cart’s slow procession</p> +<p class="t0">Told of woe and desolation,</p> +<p class="t0">Told of pestilence and danger,</p> +<p class="t0">Told of cottages all empty,</p> +<p class="t0">And of mansions grim and silent,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the hearthstones all deserted,</p> +<p class="t0">All the happy, quiet hearthstones.</p> +<p class="t0">In this sad and fearful era,</p> +<p class="t0">In the year of eighteen hundred</p> +<p class="t0">Three and thirty, came a despot,</p> +<p class="t0">More oppressive in his power</p> +<p class="t0">Than the hosts of foreign armies,</p> +<p class="t0">More insatiate in his passion</p> +<p class="t0">Than the simoon of the desert.</p> +<p class="t0">Came a despot whose invasion</p> +<p class="t0">Struck the heart all dumb with terror,</p> +<p class="t0">Drove the people, panic-stricken,</p> +<p class="t0">From the homes so neat and tasteful,</p> +<p class="t0">From the places dear and sacred,</p> +<p class="t0">To the refuge of the country,</p> +<p class="t0">To the refuge of the mountain,</p> +<p class="t0">To the refuge of the valley,—</p> +<p class="t0">Anywhere for life and safety</p> +<p class="t0">From the grim, pursuing monster.</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas the cholera of Asia,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_54">[54]</div> +<p class="t0">Laying hands upon the city.</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas this skeleton so ghastly,</p> +<p class="t0">With its breath of foul miasma,</p> +<p class="t0">With its desolating vengeance,</p> +<p class="t0">With its greedy, fatal cravings,</p> +<p class="t0">Laying hands upon the city.</p> +<p class="t0">And the dooméd victims yielded</p> +<p class="t0">To the swift-distilling poison;</p> +<p class="t0">White and black and high and lowly,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell beneath the sweeping scythe-blade.</p> +<p class="t0">On the air was borne the crying</p> +<p class="t0">Of the hurrying, the fleeing,</p> +<p class="t0">Through the air the sad lamenting</p> +<p class="t0">Of the helpless and deserted,</p> +<p class="t0">Cries of anguish and of terror,</p> +<p class="t0">Wails of suff’ring and despairing.</p> +<p class="t0">Some brave souls remained in peril,</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid this notable hegira;</p> +<p class="t0">Some remained with Spartan courage,</p> +<p class="t0">And the enemy confronted;</p> +<p class="t0">Some fell, martyrs in the struggle,</p> +<p class="t0">When their task of love was ended.</p> +<p class="t0">B. F. Duncan, kind physician!</p> +<p class="t0">Stood his post a valiant soldier,</p> +<p class="t0">Never faltered, never wavered,</p> +<p class="t0">While his duty lay before him;</p> +<p class="t0">Stood forth bold for his profession,</p> +<p class="t0">Stood forth friend and nurse and doctor.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_55">[55]</div> +<p class="t0">But his skill and his devotion</p> +<p class="t0">Could not terminate the death-list,</p> +<p class="t0">Could but palliate the anguish,</p> +<p class="t0">Could but soothe the dying victim.</p> +<p class="t0">Mournful sights were his to witness</p> +<p class="t0">In the lone, deserted village;</p> +<p class="t0">Painful scenes he long remembered,</p> +<p class="t0">In the still, plague-stricken city.</p> +<p class="t0">From the news sheets of the era,</p> +<p class="t0">The “Kentuckian” or the “Journal,”</p> +<p class="t0">(Early chronicles established</p> +<p class="t0">In the city of Lancaster),</p> +<p class="t0">We may glean the sad statistics,</p> +<p class="t0">Glean the names of some who suffered,</p> +<p class="t0">Suffered death from the invader,</p> +<p class="t0">From the cholera Asiatic.</p> +<p class="t0">May the list awake a tear-drop</p> +<p class="t0">At the sounds once so familiar.</p> +<p class="t0">William Cooke and A. McDaniel,</p> +<p class="t0">D. McKee and William Pollard,</p> +<p class="t0">Seymour Gice and Mrs. Woodruff,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Pratt and Charles S. Bledsoe,</p> +<p class="t0">Doctor William Gill, E. Sartain,</p> +<p class="t0">Robert Gill and James G. Tillett,</p> +<p class="t0">Mrs. Gill and Mrs. Gresham,</p> +<p class="t0">Then Ray Smith and Mrs. Tillett,</p> +<p class="t0">Mrs. Anderson, J. Aldridge,</p> +<p class="t0">Mary Crooke and J. Vanmeter,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_56">[56]</div> +<p class="t0">Nancy Bland and Joseph Evans,</p> +<p class="t0">Miss E. Gill and Daniel Bledsoe,</p> +<p class="t0">Mr. Parks and Mrs. Jennings,</p> +<p class="t0">Mrs. Parks and Patience Wilmot,</p> +<p class="t0">J. V. Gill and Mrs. Aldridge,</p> +<p class="t0">Mrs. George and David Sutton,</p> +<p class="t0">Patience Crow and Mrs. Reynolds,</p> +<p class="t0">Mary Robertson, John Bryant,</p> +<p class="t0">Mrs. Dunn, James Pope then follow.</p> +<p class="t0">Next come Mrs. Pratt, John Pollard,</p> +<p class="t0">E. McKee and Ruth A. Evans,</p> +<p class="t0">Frederick Hutchison, Ben. Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">G. W. Thompson, Mary Woodruff,</p> +<p class="t0">S. S. Wilmot, William Lillard,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Woodruff and “two strangers,”</p> +<p class="t0">Lastly, Alexander Collier,</p> +<p class="t0">And “five children,” are recorded.</p> +<p class="t0">Sixteen days the grim destroyer</p> +<p class="t0">Scourged our city on the hillside,</p> +<p class="t0">The sad city of Lancaster.</p> +<p class="t0">And the dead, one hundred sixteen,</p> +<p class="t0">White and black, were laid to slumber,</p> +<p class="t0">Laid to rest from toil forever,</p> +<p class="t0">In the old, neglected graveyard.</p> +<p class="t0">It was not so old in those days;</p> +<p class="t0">Flowers bloomed upon the hillocks,</p> +<p class="t0">Blossoms waved among the grasses;</p> +<p class="t0">Now, sweet flowers of remembrance,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_57">[57]</div> +<p class="t0">Live among the few survivors</p> +<p class="t0">Of that sleeping generation;</p> +<p class="t0">Live with those whose hearts are faithful</p> +<p class="t0">To the victims of the death-knell,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the fatal epidemic</p> +<p class="t0">Of eighteen hundred three and thirty.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And the changing cycle moved on,</p> +<p class="t0">As the moons were waxing, waning.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Turn we now from pictures ghastly,</p> +<p class="t0">For the hand of God is lightened;</p> +<p class="t0">Sing no longer mournful dirges,</p> +<p class="t0">For the earth is glad and merry;</p> +<p class="t0">Let the requiems rest silent</p> +<p class="t0">In the lull of deep thanksgiving.</p> +<p class="t0">For the wrath of heaven is lifted,</p> +<p class="t0">Lifted from the rescued city.</p> +<p class="t0">Gone, the sound of rolling death-cart,</p> +<p class="t0">Hushed, the ringing, tolling belfry,</p> +<p class="t0">Still, the bier and gloomy shovel,</p> +<p class="t0">Still, the idle, listless sexton.</p> +<p class="t0">Other days of anxious watching</p> +<p class="t0">Followed, one or two years later;</p> +<p class="t0">Days when fierce, destructive fevers</p> +<p class="t0">Darkened many homes with mourning.<sup><a id="fr_2" href="#fn_2">[2]</a></sup></p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_58">[58]</div> +<p class="t0">Yet the citizens are happy</p> +<p class="t0">In this season of glad respite;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the people of the township</p> +<p class="t0">Open wide the doors of welcome</p> +<p class="t0">To the long-abandoned firesides;</p> +<p class="t0">Open now the shop and office</p> +<p class="t0">To the artisan and student;</p> +<p class="t0">Active now the hands long folded</p> +<p class="t0">From the busy round of labor,</p> +<p class="t0">And the fields of grain and verdure</p> +<p class="t0">Wave once more beneath the sunlight.</p> +<p class="t0">Fields of corn and wheat and barley,</p> +<p class="t0">Fields of oats and rye and clover,</p> +<p class="t0">Fields of hemp and of tobacco,</p> +<p class="t0">All the products and the grasses</p> +<p class="t0">Spring again to life and beauty.</p> +<p class="t0">Let us sing no more lamenting</p> +<p class="t0">For the boon of life is granted,</p> +<p class="t0">Swell the choral hallelujah</p> +<p class="t0">To the Giver of all blessings,</p> +<p class="t0">To the Guardian of our fortunes,</p> +<p class="t0">The great Healer of diseases,</p> +<p class="t0">Our Preserver from disaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Our Physician and our Father,</p> +<p class="t0">The beneficent Jehovah,</p> +<p class="t0">Who hath stayed the scourge’s power,</p> +<p class="t0">Who hath stilled the epidemic</p> +<p class="t0">Of eighteen hundred three and thirty.</p> +</div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_2" href="#fr_2">[2]</a></sup>What was known as the Lancaster fever prevailed in 1835. A fatal fever also visited Lancaster in 1836, caused by the grading of the public square. Dr. Luther Buford discovered the origin of the malaria and wrote a thesis upon the subject. +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c7" title="Canto VII. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_59">[59]</div> +<h3>CANTO VII. +<br /><span class="small">* * * 1838. +<br />MILITIA.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">’Twas a custom of the nation,</p> +<p class="t0">Of this grand united nation,</p> +<p class="t0">In the days I now am chanting,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred eight and thirty,</p> +<p class="t0">That the military people</p> +<p class="t0">In the towns and in the cities,</p> +<p class="t0">In the villages and counties,</p> +<p class="t0">Should parade in drills and musters,</p> +<p class="t0">With the drum and fife to lead them;</p> +<p class="t0">Should at stated times and seasons</p> +<p class="t0">Herald forth their martial columns;</p> +<p class="t0">Should, with powder and with flint-lock,</p> +<p class="t0">Learn to battle and to conquer,</p> +<p class="t0">Learn the tactics of the army.</p> +<p class="t0">Brigade drills, battalion musters,</p> +<p class="t0">And an annual encampment,</p> +<p class="t0">Took in officers and soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Men of strong and wiry muscle,</p> +<p class="t0">Men from twenty-one and upwards,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_60">[60]</div> +<p class="t0">To the age of five and forty.</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas in eighteen twenty-seven</p> +<p class="t0">That John Jennings was commander</p> +<p class="t0">Of the élite Light Horse Company.</p> +<p class="t0">Captain Travis Dodd succeeded,</p> +<p class="t0">And along the years that follow,</p> +<p class="t0">To the Sabine Volunteers, in</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred six and thirty,</p> +<p class="t0">Captain John A. Price, commander,</p> +<p class="t0">There were other noted heroes.</p> +<p class="t0">But the incident my canto</p> +<p class="t0">Now attunes to hum’rous mention,</p> +<p class="t0">Had its birth one fair October,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred eight and thirty.</p> +<p class="t0">Colonel William Stein commanded</p> +<p class="t0">The renowned Cornstalk Militia,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the county of old Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Near the city of Lancaster.</p> +<p class="t0">None but officers might join them,</p> +<p class="t0">Colonels, Majors, and Lieutenants,</p> +<p class="t0">Captains, Corporals, and Sergeants;</p> +<p class="t0">Only officers were mustered,</p> +<p class="t0">In the regimental phalanx.</p> +<p class="t0">Stein was large and he was burly,</p> +<p class="t0">Was among the “sons of Anak,”</p> +<p class="t0">Made a Captain by Dame Nature,</p> +<p class="t0">In his giant-sized proportions,</p> +<p class="t0">Made a Colonel by his merits,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_61">[61]</div> +<p class="t0">By his lofty aspirations.</p> +<p class="t0">But the county-seat of Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">The ambitious, inland city,</p> +<p class="t0">Sent a popular petition,</p> +<p class="t0">To the capital at Frankfort,</p> +<p class="t0">To the legislative rulers,</p> +<p class="t0">For an Act incorporating</p> +<p class="t0">Their militia into Guardsmen.</p> +<p class="t0">And forthwith their prayer was granted,</p> +<p class="t0">Quickly granted by the rulers.</p> +<p class="t0">See them now, the dashing Guardsmen,</p> +<p class="t0">With their youthful men all mustered,</p> +<p class="t0">With their uniform so dainty,</p> +<p class="t0">With white pants and true-blue jackets,</p> +<p class="t0">With their bayonets and muskets,</p> +<p class="t0">All their jaunty sails and rigging!</p> +<p class="t0">By and by their martial exploits,</p> +<p class="t0">By and by their bold pretensions,</p> +<p class="t0">Won a challenge from the Cornstalks,</p> +<p class="t0">The redoubtable militia,</p> +<p class="t0">From the band of Regimentals,</p> +<p class="t0">Now encamped upon the river,</p> +<p class="t0">From the fearless giant Colonel,</p> +<p class="t0">To appear in his dominions.</p> +<p class="t0">John A. Flack, the warlike Captain</p> +<p class="t0">Of the brave and youthful Guardsmen,</p> +<p class="t0">Was not then within the city,</p> +<p class="t0">Was not then at post of duty;</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_62">[62]</div> +<p class="t0">And his men were in disorder,</p> +<p class="t0">Were all scattered in confusion.</p> +<p class="t0">But they soon began to rally,</p> +<p class="t0">On one fair October evening,</p> +<p class="t0">Rally ’round their platoon leaders,</p> +<p class="t0">Ready to accept the challenge.</p> +<p class="t0">Of their number was a stranger,</p> +<p class="t0">An adopted son of Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Who was light and lithe of person,</p> +<p class="t0">Who was full of life and vigor,</p> +<p class="t0">Who had visited the city,</p> +<p class="t0">The good city of Lancaster;</p> +<p class="t0">Who had joined her sports and pastimes,</p> +<p class="t0">Eager for the hour’s amusement,</p> +<p class="t0">Ever foremost in adventure;</p> +<p class="t0">And the stranger’s name was Dunlap,</p> +<p class="t0">And his home was in Lafayette.</p> +<p class="t0">He was one of twenty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">Who advanced on the Militia,</p> +<p class="t0">At the silent hour of midnight;</p> +<p class="t0">Who attacked the Regimentals,</p> +<p class="t0">Near the bridge across Dix River,</p> +<p class="t0">In the county we call Lincoln;</p> +<p class="t0">Who invaded the dominions</p> +<p class="t0">Of the annual encampment,</p> +<p class="t0">On the fair October evening,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred eight and thirty.</p> +<p class="t0">Sweetly rest the noble Cornstalks,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_63">[63]</div> +<p class="t0">On their arms are calmly sleeping,</p> +<p class="t0">Resting on their arms by moonlight,</p> +<p class="t0">Resting, ignorant of danger.</p> +<p class="t0">Bright the ever-shifting heavens,</p> +<p class="t0">Dark the trees and woodland shadows,</p> +<p class="t0">’Round the band of Regimentals,</p> +<p class="t0">Near the river-bridge of Lincoln.</p> +<p class="t0">Gently came the night besiegers,</p> +<p class="t0">Softly marched the twenty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">When a sharp, out-standing picket</p> +<p class="t0">Sounded forth the note of warning,</p> +<p class="t0">With his damp and rusty weapon,</p> +<p class="t0">Blazoned forth the call of danger,</p> +<p class="t0">With the snapping of his musket.</p> +<p class="t0">Quick the camp is in commotion.</p> +<p class="t0">“To arms!” “To arms!” shout the Militia,</p> +<p class="t0">The surprised and sleepy Cornstalks.</p> +<p class="t0">And the men run hither, thither</p> +<p class="t0">In a search for the assailants,</p> +<p class="t0">When a noise of tramping horses,</p> +<p class="t0">Through the river-bridge, attracts them.</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas a feint arranged beforehand,</p> +<p class="t0">To delude the Regimentals,</p> +<p class="t0">And they dashed on to the outskirts,</p> +<p class="t0">Dashed the wild, bewildered Cornstalks,</p> +<p class="t0">In a wayward false direction.</p> +<p class="t0">The young Guards meanwhile crept onward,</p> +<p class="t0">Softly crept to camp behind them:</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_64">[64]</div> +<p class="t0">Four platoons of jolly Guardsmen,</p> +<p class="t0">March and counter-march upon them,</p> +<p class="t0">Fire blank cartridges among them,</p> +<p class="t0">Lighting up the woods around them;</p> +<p class="t0">Thrust the bayonets dull before them,</p> +<p class="t0">March and counter-march in order,</p> +<p class="t0">Fire and load again the flintlocks,</p> +<p class="t0">Till the woodland fairly blazes.</p> +<p class="t0">In one of these illuminations,</p> +<p class="t0">Dunlap saw the foe approaching,</p> +<p class="t0">Coming ’round to flank the columns</p> +<p class="t0">Of the bold midnight invaders.</p> +<p class="t0">Then he ordered forth his platoon,</p> +<p class="t0">To cut off the brave Militia,</p> +<p class="t0">To arrest the flanking Cornstalks,</p> +<p class="t0">When pell-mell fell all together,</p> +<p class="t0">In the hard-contested battle.</p> +<p class="t0">But the weak, outnumbered Guardsmen,</p> +<p class="t0">—Some among the twenty-seven—</p> +<p class="t0">Soon were caught and held in capture,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon were dragged within the circle</p> +<p class="t0">Of the annual encampment.</p> +<p class="t0">All the others scampered swiftly,</p> +<p class="t0">Scampered off in each direction,</p> +<p class="t0">Struggling, seeking to escape them,</p> +<p class="t0">Fleeing from the Regimentals.</p> +<p class="t0">Dunlap found himself confronted</p> +<p class="t0">By a single Lincoln Cornstalk,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_65">[65]</div> +<p class="t0">(Dr. Huffman, a “Militia,”)</p> +<p class="t0">Who essayed at once to take him.</p> +<p class="t0">Hand-to-hand in duel comic,</p> +<p class="t0">They careered with flintlocks rusty,</p> +<p class="t0">They embraced with bayonets blunted,</p> +<p class="t0">Dunlap all the while retreating,</p> +<p class="t0">Huffman all the while pursuing,</p> +<p class="t0">Till a wide ravine arrested,</p> +<p class="t0">Stopped their wild, ferocious progress.</p> +<p class="t0">Not for long the pause, however;</p> +<p class="t0">Dunlap, lithe of limb and active,</p> +<p class="t0">Sprang across the yawning chasm,</p> +<p class="t0">Huffman, chasing, fell within it,</p> +<p class="t0">Rolling down the steep embankment.</p> +<p class="t0">Then young Dunlap, still escaping,</p> +<p class="t0">Running from his checked pursuer,</p> +<p class="t0">Saw before him in the pathway</p> +<p class="t0">Another hand-to-hand encounter.</p> +<p class="t0">It was Stein, the burly Colonel</p> +<p class="t0">Of the conquering Militia;</p> +<p class="t0">It was Stein disarming Paddy,</p> +<p class="t0">Irish Paddy of the Guardsmen;</p> +<p class="t0">Stein disarming Surgeon Buford,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Lancaster Battalion.</p> +<p class="t0">Lucky moment for the Guardsmen,</p> +<p class="t0">All their men were lost but fourteen,</p> +<p class="t0">Fourteen men of twenty-seven;</p> +<p class="t0">But the man that sent the challenge,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_66">[66]</div> +<p class="t0">The bold Colonel of the Cornstalks,</p> +<p class="t0">Was divided from his soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Was a helpless prey before them.</p> +<p class="t0">Taking in the situation,</p> +<p class="t0">Gaming courage with good fortune,</p> +<p class="t0">Dunlap plunged at once to aid them,</p> +<p class="t0">Aid the surgeon and the private,</p> +<p class="t0">And when three to one in number,</p> +<p class="t0">To arrest the burly Colonel.</p> +<p class="t0">Then they clinched and fell and struggled,</p> +<p class="t0">Then they fought and rolled and rallied,</p> +<p class="t0">And arose but ne’er released him,</p> +<p class="t0">Till the man that sent the challenge</p> +<p class="t0">Was compelled to cry surrender.</p> +<p class="t0">“I surrender, <i>but don’t duck me</i>,”</p> +<p class="t0">Pleaded hard the gallant Colonel.</p> +<p class="t0">And the victors, showing mercy,</p> +<p class="t0">Gathered up the scattered Guardsmen,</p> +<p class="t0">Fourteen men of twenty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">And proceeded home in triumph,</p> +<p class="t0">Took their captive to the city,</p> +<p class="t0">To the slumb’ring, quiet city,</p> +<p class="t0">To Lancaster on the hillside.</p> +<p class="t0">But the scattered Guards, returning</p> +<p class="t0">Through the river-bridge at midnight,</p> +<p class="t0">Scared and startled Dunlap’s posse,</p> +<p class="t0">At the moment of their vict’ry,</p> +<p class="t0">Scared and startled Stein’s besiegers,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_67">[67]</div> +<p class="t0">Till they fled across the fences,</p> +<p class="t0">Till they dared not bear their captive</p> +<p class="t0">O’er the dangerous moonlit highway.</p> +<p class="t0">On and on the captors wandered,</p> +<p class="t0">Wandered over brush and briers,</p> +<p class="t0">Stumbling on through creeks and by-ways,</p> +<p class="t0">Climbing hills and wading gullies,</p> +<p class="t0">Sometimes running, sometimes halting,</p> +<p class="t0">Till the men were all exhausted,</p> +<p class="t0">All but Dunlap and his captive.</p> +<p class="t0">Paddy fell out by the wayside,</p> +<p class="t0">Buford lagged behind to nurse him;</p> +<p class="t0">Some lay down beside their muskets,</p> +<p class="t0">Giving up the vain exertion;</p> +<p class="t0">Some were nerved to struggle onward,</p> +<p class="t0">Eager to proclaim the tidings;</p> +<p class="t0">But the pris’ner tried to tire them,</p> +<p class="t0">In the deviating pathways,</p> +<p class="t0">In the windings of the by-ways,</p> +<p class="t0">He endeavored to elude them,</p> +<p class="t0">Till his giant-sized proportions</p> +<p class="t0">Yielded to the boyish runners,</p> +<p class="t0">Till his strategy and ruses</p> +<p class="t0">Were outwitted by the youngsters.</p> +<p class="t0">And the fair October morning</p> +<p class="t0">Was just peeping o’er the hill-tops</p> +<p class="t0">Of victorious Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">When the tramp of full two hundred</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_68">[68]</div> +<p class="t0">Broke upon the early watches;</p> +<p class="t0">When two hundred men, exultant,</p> +<p class="t0">Started forth in marching columns,</p> +<p class="t0">With the drum and fife resounding,</p> +<p class="t0">Started forth to meet the victors.</p> +<p class="t0">(For, a captured Guard, escaping</p> +<p class="t0">From the annual encampment,</p> +<p class="t0">From the heedless Regimentals,</p> +<p class="t0">Near the bridge in Lincoln county,</p> +<p class="t0">Had proceeded to the city,</p> +<p class="t0">While the moonlight yet was waning,</p> +<p class="t0">Had aroused the sleeping townsmen</p> +<p class="t0">With the herald of the vict’ry.)</p> +<p class="t0">And the troops went out to meet them,</p> +<p class="t0">Went to meet the Guards returning,</p> +<p class="t0"><i>Eight</i> alone of twenty-seven.</p> +<p class="t0">And the doorways of the city,</p> +<p class="t0">All the windows of the city,</p> +<p class="t0">Sounded forth huzzas and shoutings,</p> +<p class="t0">While the handkerchiefs were waving,</p> +<p class="t0">Flags-of-truce, their white unfurling.</p> +<p class="t0">Nearer came the weary Guardsmen,</p> +<p class="t0">Hatless, spurless, weary Guardsmen,</p> +<p class="t0">With white pants, alas! all muddy;</p> +<p class="t0">Torn and soiled the true-blue jackets,</p> +<p class="t0">Scratched and worn the hands and faces.</p> +<p class="t0">But the great crest-fallen captive,</p> +<p class="t0">Was in plight both sad and comic!</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_69">[69]</div> +<p class="t0">With his red bandana nightcap</p> +<p class="t0">Wound about his head so lordly,</p> +<p class="t0">With his armless sleeping-jacket</p> +<p class="t0">Hanging on his martial figure,</p> +<p class="t0">He was borne aloft in triumph,</p> +<p class="t0">To the court-house of the city,</p> +<p class="t0">To the central public building,</p> +<p class="t0">In the middle of the city.</p> +<p class="t0">Then they honored him with feasting,</p> +<p class="t0">Served him well with cheering viands,</p> +<p class="t0">And they clad his martial figure</p> +<p class="t0">In a military outfit.</p> +<p class="t0">Golden crests upon the shoulders,</p> +<p class="t0">Gilded buttons down the vestings,</p> +<p class="t0">Brand-new hat and boots all shining,</p> +<p class="t0">Spotless coat and handsome trappings,—</p> +<p class="t0">These they gave the fallen hero,</p> +<p class="t0">Gave the helpless, conquered Colonel.</p> +<p class="t0">And upon a dashing charger,</p> +<p class="t0">On a fine dun horse of Proctor’s,</p> +<p class="t0">He was given back his freedom,</p> +<p class="t0">He was sent to the encampment,</p> +<p class="t0">Near the river-bridge of Lincoln;</p> +<p class="t0">Was <i>exchanged for all the captives</i></p> +<p class="t0">That the Guards had left in durance.</p> +<p class="t0">But he gave the man that took him,</p> +<p class="t0">Then and there, a martial title,</p> +<p class="t0">“For I cannot brook surrender</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_70">[70]</div> +<p class="t0">To a lower rank than Colonel.”</p> +<p class="t0">So he called him Colonel Dunlap,</p> +<p class="t0">Called the stranger from Lafayette,</p> +<p class="t0">Called the foster-son of Garrard.</p> +<p class="t0">Colonel Dunlap, comes the title,</p> +<p class="t0">From that day unto the present;</p> +<p class="t0">In the private social circle,</p> +<p class="t0">In the halls of Legislature,</p> +<p class="t0">In the higher halls of Congress,</p> +<p class="t0">At the bar and at the fireside,</p> +<p class="t0">Comes the title to the present.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Thus was ended the great “Battle</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Bridge” across Dix River,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the corps of jolly Guardsmen</p> +<p class="t0">Captured Stein, the burly Colonel</p> +<p class="t0">Of the brave Cornstalk Militia,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the dainty Regimentals,</p> +<p class="t0">On the fair October midnight,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred eight and thirty.<sup><a id="fr_3" href="#fn_3">[3]</a></sup></p> +</div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_3" href="#fr_3">[3]</a></sup>W. S. Miller, Jr., was made Captain of the “Mulligan Guards,” a company of Militia, in 1874. +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c8" title="Canto VIII. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_71">[71]</div> +<h3>CANTO VIII. +<br /><span class="small">1838-1847. +<br />MEXICAN WAR.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Still the moons are waxing, waning,</p> +<p class="t0">O’er the city of Lancaster;</p> +<p class="t0">Still the ever-moving cycle</p> +<p class="t0">Bears her swiftly on its pinions.</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas the year of eighteen hundred</p> +<p class="t0">One and forty when the Christians</p> +<p class="t0">Of the sect called Presbyterian,</p> +<p class="t0">Built themselves a house of worship,</p> +<p class="t0">Built themselves a sanctuary,</p> +<p class="t0">On the street that leads to southward,</p> +<p class="t0">From the entrance to the city.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus was made the first partition,</p> +<p class="t0">From the venerable mother,</p> +<p class="t0">From the church within the suburbs,</p> +<p class="t0">Called Republican and holy,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the sects were wont to gather,</p> +<p class="t0">In the willing, weekly worship.</p> +<p class="t0">And the pastors and the preachers,</p> +<p class="t0">Served the flock in health and sickness,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_72">[72]</div> +<p class="t0">Served the flock in death and marriage,</p> +<p class="t0">Served them well in home and pulpit.</p> +<p class="t0">And the doctors and the lawyers,</p> +<p class="t0">All the households and the tradesmen,</p> +<p class="t0">Still pursued their avocations,</p> +<p class="t0">Still enjoyed their social pleasures,</p> +<p class="t0">Still advanced in arts and learning,</p> +<p class="t0">In the peaceful Christian city.</p> +<p class="t0">But a great financial crisis</p> +<p class="t0">O’er the people was impending;</p> +<p class="t0">A depression in all traffic</p> +<p class="t0">Drew the citizens together,</p> +<p class="t0">Brought about excited meetings,</p> +<p class="t0">To discuss important measures,</p> +<p class="t0">For relief amid the pressure;</p> +<p class="t0">To originate devices</p> +<p class="t0">For averting present danger.</p> +<p class="t0">All along this stirring epoch</p> +<p class="t0">There was incident and action;</p> +<p class="t0">There were interests of public</p> +<p class="t0">And of private weight and import;</p> +<p class="t0">Varied causes and occasions</p> +<p class="t0">Kept the people in commotion.</p> +<p class="t0">The Militia drills and musters</p> +<p class="t0">Still diverted men and boys;</p> +<p class="t0">And the quaint, unique processions,</p> +<p class="t0">Called “Log Cabin,” ruled the hour.</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred four and forty,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_73">[73]</div> +<p class="t0">Brought the fierce election canvass</p> +<p class="t0">For the presidential office;</p> +<p class="t0">Democrat and Whig opponents,</p> +<p class="t0">In the race for fame and power.</p> +<p class="t0">Henry Clay and Frelinghuysen</p> +<p class="t0">Proudly bore the great Whig banner,</p> +<p class="t0">James K. Polk and George M. Dallas,</p> +<p class="t0">Were the Democratic champions.</p> +<p class="t0">And the voters of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">All the voters of the county,</p> +<p class="t0">Met together in the masses,</p> +<p class="t0">Met to celebrate the contest;</p> +<p class="t0">Barbecues and basket dinners,</p> +<p class="t0">Gathered orators and hearers,</p> +<p class="t0">Gathered women, men, and children,</p> +<p class="t0">All together in the masses.</p> +<p class="t0">In the wood of Isaac Myers</p> +<p class="t0">Politicians were assembled;</p> +<p class="t0">In this ample, shaded woodland</p> +<p class="t0">Was a glorious celebration,</p> +<p class="t0">Hempstalk flag-poles bore the colors,</p> +<p class="t0">High o’er wagon, coach, and horseman;</p> +<p class="t0">All the people congregated</p> +<p class="t0">To do homage to th’ occasion.</p> +<p class="t0">Doctors Craig and Cross were speakers,</p> +<p class="t0">Also Caperton of Richmond.</p> +<p class="t0">Grand this gala day of feasting,</p> +<p class="t0">Loud the triumph and rejoicing.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_74">[74]</div> +<p class="t0">But the Whigs were sore defeated,</p> +<p class="t0">Vain their festal acclamations.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now a heavy cloud of sorrow</p> +<p class="t0">Overshadows fair Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Shadows all the hillside city,</p> +<p class="t0">In the swift-revolving cycle.</p> +<p class="t0">When the great and vexing question</p> +<p class="t0">(See the hist’ry of the country)</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Texas annexation</p> +<p class="t0">Called for volunteers to aid her,</p> +<p class="t0">Called the Union to assist her,</p> +<p class="t0">In her daring revolution,</p> +<p class="t0">In her independent parting</p> +<p class="t0">From the rule of Santa Anna,</p> +<p class="t0">Then the city on the hillside,</p> +<p class="t0">Sent up wails of grief and mourning.</p> +<p class="t0">For the farewells to the brothers,</p> +<p class="t0">To the sons and gallant soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Who took up their line of marching,</p> +<p class="t0">For the distant, unknown countries.</p> +<p class="t0">On the sunny fourth of June, in</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred six and forty,</p> +<p class="t0">They led out their willing chargers,</p> +<p class="t0">They arrayed in mounted columns,</p> +<p class="t0">Down the streets that lead to northward,</p> +<p class="t0">From the entrance to the city.</p> +<p class="t0">And the mothers and the sisters,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_75">[75]</div> +<p class="t0">All along the sidewalks weeping,</p> +<p class="t0">Waved adieux and sighs heart-rending,</p> +<p class="t0">To the precious forms and faces,</p> +<p class="t0">To the buoyant, untried soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Moving on in martial phalanx</p> +<p class="t0">To the Mexicana struggles,</p> +<p class="t0">To the fights in foreign places,</p> +<p class="t0">To the fatal Buena Vista.</p> +<p class="t0">Some alas! were gone forever,</p> +<p class="t0">When the bending road concealed them,</p> +<p class="t0">Some were hid till time eternal,</p> +<p class="t0">From the strainéd gaze that sought them.</p> +<p class="t0">I append the list in measures,</p> +<p class="t0">In the numbers of my canto;</p> +<p class="t0">Sing the names of sons and brothers,</p> +<p class="t0">Whose dear lives were put in peril.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Johnson Price, the chosen captain,</p> +<p class="t0">A renowned Militia hero,</p> +<p class="t0">Serving well his post of honor,</p> +<p class="t0">Was, in after days of freedom,</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred nine and forty,</p> +<p class="t0">Sent, a delegate from Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Sent to represent the county,</p> +<p class="t0">In the noted State Convention,</p> +<p class="t0">In the council of the rulers,</p> +<p class="t0">Met to change the Constitution.</p> +<p class="t0">Then out in the land to westward,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_76">[76]</div> +<p class="t0">In the land of California,</p> +<p class="t0">He adorned his grave profession,</p> +<p class="t0">Was a healer of diseases,</p> +<p class="t0">Till the Master called him homeward,</p> +<p class="t0">In this distant land of strangers.</p> +<p class="t0">L. F. Dunlap, First Lieutenant,</p> +<p class="t0">Was elected by the people,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred eight and forty,</p> +<p class="t0">To the Frankfort legislature;</p> +<p class="t0">Then away in California,</p> +<p class="t0">Where he served with judge and jury,</p> +<p class="t0">In the lawyer’s hard vocation,</p> +<p class="t0">Where again he was elected</p> +<p class="t0">To the legislative body,</p> +<p class="t0">He was stricken in his vigor,</p> +<p class="t0">In the flush and prime of manhood,</p> +<p class="t0">In his youthful life of promise,</p> +<p class="t0">By a fearful epidemic;</p> +<p class="t0">Fell a victim to his friendship,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell beside the sick and dying.</p> +<p class="t0">And Lieutenant George F. Sartain</p> +<p class="t0">Cast his future lot in Texas.</p> +<p class="t0">Left the soil he represented</p> +<p class="t0">In the Mexicana battles.</p> +<p class="t0">S. McKee went out First Sergeant,</p> +<p class="t0">And returned among his people,</p> +<p class="t0">Filling prominent positions,</p> +<p class="t0">In the long years coming after</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_77">[77]</div> +<p class="t0">Horace Smith, the Second Sergeant,</p> +<p class="t0">Also served his native city</p> +<p class="t0">In the halls of Legislature,</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred forty-seven;</p> +<p class="t0">Then removed to California,</p> +<p class="t0">Where he practiced jurisprudence,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the Mayor of Sacramento,</p> +<p class="t0">And he died some years thereafter,</p> +<p class="t0">In this thriving western city.</p> +<p class="t0">Then the reading of the record</p> +<p class="t0">Of the list resumes as follows:—</p> +<p class="t0">George Montgomery, John Sellers—</p> +<p class="t0">Third and fourth in rank as Sergeants,</p> +<p class="t0">V. B. Smith and A. R. Harris,</p> +<p class="t0">Were the Corporals, first and second;</p> +<p class="t0">Then Third Corporal, William Jennings,</p> +<p class="t0">Of whose name is future mention,</p> +<p class="t0">In the nation’s civil struggle,</p> +<p class="t0">Fifteen years beyond this era.</p> +<p class="t0">And G. Smiley, fourth in order,</p> +<p class="t0">Went as Corporal among them.</p> +<p class="t0">Private William Jennings Landram,</p> +<p class="t0">Was promoted to First Sergeant,</p> +<p class="t0">And in coming years of trial</p> +<p class="t0">Climbed the scroll of fame still higher.</p> +<p class="t0">And James Hutchison was buried</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath the southern gulf’s deep waters;</p> +<p class="t0">Homeward bound, his mortal body</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_78">[78]</div> +<p class="t0">Found a sailor’s final resting.</p> +<p class="t0">B. F. Graham, first a private,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon arose to Quartermaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Was assailed and killed on duty,</p> +<p class="t0">By the Mexican marauders;</p> +<p class="t0">Fell, defending army stores,</p> +<p class="t0">In the wagon-train advancing</p> +<p class="t0">From the marshes of Comargo.</p> +<p class="t0">Branson Wearren met his death stroke,</p> +<p class="t0">On the field of Buena Vista;</p> +<p class="t0">Found a soldier’s mausoleum,</p> +<p class="t0">In the smoke and blood of battle.</p> +<p class="t0">Some were carried off by illness,</p> +<p class="t0">Some returned to die still later;</p> +<p class="t0">Others lived to serve their country,</p> +<p class="t0">In a sadder, fiercer conflict;</p> +<p class="t0">Others still, resumed the quiet</p> +<p class="t0">Of their own domestic circle.</p> +<p class="t0">Eight and seventy names are written</p> +<p class="t0">On the muster roll of striplings.</p> +<p class="t0"><a href="#johnsonl" id="johnson">For the remnant, see Appendix</a></p> +<p class="t0">Of the volunteering column,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the valiant sons and brothers,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the saved and of the fated,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the lost and of the rescued,</p> +<p class="t0">Who left home the sunny morning,</p> +<p class="t0">In the month of June, so eager</p> +<p class="t0">For the clash of steel and armor,</p> +<p class="t0">With the fighting Mexicana.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_79">[79]</div> +<p class="t0">Fare ye well, ye gallant soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Who have fought our country’s battles;</p> +<p class="t0">Whether soon or whether later,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether north or whether southern,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether east or west or foreign,</p> +<p class="t0">Ye have fought them well and bravely,</p> +<p class="t0">In the ever-changing cycle;</p> +<p class="t0">Bear, ye echoes, to our patriots,</p> +<p class="t0">Waft, ye breezes, our sad parting.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c9" title="Canto IX. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_80">[80]</div> +<h3>CANTO IX. +<br /><span class="small">1847-1861. +<br />PROGRESS.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now we come to architecture,</p> +<p class="t0">In the annals of the city;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the spirit of improvement</p> +<p class="t0">Makes a giant-stride among us,</p> +<p class="t0">Opens wide her money-coffers,</p> +<p class="t0">In the growing, hillside city.</p> +<p class="t0">On the westward street, called Danville,</p> +<p class="t0">Rose an institute of learning,</p> +<p class="t0">Rose the Franklin Female College,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon the pride of all the region.</p> +<p class="t0">And within its classic chambers</p> +<p class="t0">Have the children of the county</p> +<p class="t0">Gone to school in many hundreds;</p> +<p class="t0">Have in hundreds learned to grapple</p> +<p class="t0">With the mysteries of science.</p> +<p class="t0">Num’rous teachers have united</p> +<p class="t0">In the duty of instructing,</p> +<p class="t0">Teachers from the distant sections,</p> +<p class="t0">Teachers from among our people.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_81">[81]</div> +<p class="t0">Music, English, French and Latin,</p> +<p class="t0">Morals, manners, Calisthenics,</p> +<p class="t0">Healthful sports and games and pastimes,</p> +<p class="t0">Useful precepts, laws and lessons,</p> +<p class="t0">All were taught within this building,</p> +<p class="t0">Which the Odd Fellows erected</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred forty-seven.</p> +<p class="t0">Far and wide the ranks are scattered,</p> +<p class="t0">Strange their destiny and varied,</p> +<p class="t0">Yet the tie of love and duty,</p> +<p class="t0">Binds the teacher to the pupil,</p> +<p class="t0">Binds the pupil to the teacher,</p> +<p class="t0">Wheresoe’er their footsteps wander,</p> +<p class="t0">Wheresoe’er their fate may lead them.</p> +<p class="t0">May they ever fondly cherish</p> +<p class="t0">All the dear associations,</p> +<p class="t0">All the lessons of ambition,</p> +<p class="t0">Taught and gained at Franklin College,</p> +<p class="t0">Taught within its classic chambers.<sup><a id="fr_4" href="#fn_4">[4]</a></sup></p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred eight and forty,</p> +<p class="t0">Was a novel institution,</p> +<p class="t0">Introduced within the city;</p> +<p class="t0">A society established,</p> +<p class="t0">By an act of corporation.</p> +<p class="t0">And they called themselves, “The Hunters</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_82">[82]</div> +<p class="t0">Of Nimrod.” Oswald Von Koenig,</p> +<p class="t0">Scion of a Saxon family,</p> +<p class="t0">Introduced this curious Order;</p> +<p class="t0">And the Lancaster Sanhedrim</p> +<p class="t0">Numbered six in solemn council,</p> +<p class="t0">Hill, Kinnaird and Cope and Burton,</p> +<p class="t0">Sandifer, McKee—the Council—</p> +<p class="t0">Were the city’s chartered members.</p> +<p class="t0">Afterwards the German stranger,</p> +<p class="t0">Met his death in tragic manner,</p> +<p class="t0">Dashed his body from a window,</p> +<p class="t0">In the flourishing Falls City:</p> +<p class="t0">And the accident was mournéd,</p> +<p class="t0">Was lamented by the Hunters.</p> +<p class="t0">They deposited their leader,</p> +<p class="t0">In the Cave Hill cemetery,</p> +<p class="t0">And the stone that marks th’ enclosure,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the gift of A. A. Burton,</p> +<p class="t0">One among the chartered members.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Here the chronicle reminds us</p> +<p class="t0">Of the noble art of printing,</p> +<p class="t0">Now revived within the city,</p> +<p class="t0">Now engrossing all her readers.</p> +<p class="t0">And the news sheets are before us,</p> +<p class="t0">With their timeworn local items,</p> +<p class="t0">With their cunning jests and humor,</p> +<p class="t0">With their antique advertisements,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_83">[83]</div> +<p class="t0">With their long-forgotten pages.</p> +<p class="t0">The “Republican” and “Argus”</p> +<p class="t0">Have the earliest existence,</p> +<p class="t0">In this era of advancement;</p> +<p class="t0">Then the famous “Garrard Banner”</p> +<p class="t0">Floats upon the world of letters.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And again the public buildings</p> +<p class="t0">Rise and multiply about us.</p> +<p class="t0">On the eastward street, called Richmond,</p> +<p class="t0">Was a Baptist Church erected.</p> +<p class="t0">Still another sect divided</p> +<p class="t0">From the Old Church congregation,</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred one and fifty.</p> +<p class="t0">In the next year of the cycle,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred two and fifty,</p> +<p class="t0">The Reformers built another,</p> +<p class="t0">On the southern street called Stanford.</p> +<p class="t0">And the thriving, stirring city,</p> +<p class="t0">Boasts her dwellings and her churches,</p> +<p class="t0">Her Deposit-Bank and cash-box,</p> +<p class="t0">Her commercial business houses;</p> +<p class="t0">Spreads abroad her lawful limits,</p> +<p class="t0">Widens out her corporation,</p> +<p class="t0">Swells the list of tax and tariff,</p> +<p class="t0">By her handsome architecture.</p> +<p class="t0">And the energetic people</p> +<p class="t0">Cling to rustic ways no longer,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_84">[84]</div> +<p class="t0">Learn conventional exactions,</p> +<p class="t0">Tread the labyrinths of fashion,</p> +<p class="t0">Con the magazines and modistes.</p> +<p class="t0">And no quaint old invitation</p> +<p class="t0">To the jolly square cotillon,</p> +<p class="t0">Now regales the hour of pleasure:</p> +<p class="t0">But, a dance at nine this evening,</p> +<p class="t0">Or a hop, or social gath’ring,</p> +<p class="t0">At the new hall, called the Sontag,</p> +<p class="t0">Where quadrille, or waltz, or Lancers,</p> +<p class="t0">Marked with grace the “light fantastic.”</p> +<p class="t0">And the Categordian Maskers,</p> +<p class="t0">With the Callithumpian Minstrels,</p> +<p class="t0">Held high carnival among us,</p> +<p class="t0">Formed a Mysticke Crewe of Comus.</p> +<p class="t0">All the sewing-bees and quiltings,</p> +<p class="t0">Apple-parings, and corn-huskings,</p> +<p class="t0">Barbecues and basket meetings,</p> +<p class="t0">Chicken-fights, and swift foot-races,</p> +<p class="t0">Even singing-schools, were banished</p> +<p class="t0">To the primitive old fogies.</p> +<p class="t0">Tallow candles were supplanted,</p> +<p class="t0">By the lamp and spermaceti,</p> +<p class="t0">Linsey woolsey, jeans and cotton,</p> +<p class="t0">Long suspended from the weaving,</p> +<p class="t0">Changed to silk and print and muslin,</p> +<p class="t0">Changed to cassimere and broadcloth.</p> +<p class="t0">Now the seamstress plied her sewing,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_85">[85]</div> +<p class="t0">With machine and modern patterns;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the drudge of toil domestic,</p> +<p class="t0">Sought out many new inventions,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon rejoiced in work made easy,</p> +<p class="t0">By the labor saving structures.</p> +<p class="t0">And the turnpikes of the county,</p> +<p class="t0">Echoed loud to wheels revolving:</p> +<p class="t0">All the rude, unsightly landmarks,</p> +<p class="t0">Were now graded and remodeled,</p> +<p class="t0">Were McAdamized and hardened.</p> +<p class="t0">Now the bridle and the saddle</p> +<p class="t0">Rose to harness and coach-trappings;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the rider and pedestrian</p> +<p class="t0">Took an airing in the carriage.</p> +<p class="t0">Sledges darted by in winter,</p> +<p class="t0">When the snows were firm and steady,</p> +<p class="t0">When the white and shining crystals</p> +<p class="t0">Covered road and wood and meadow.</p> +<p class="t0">There were speeches and mass-meetings,</p> +<p class="t0">When elections stirred the people,</p> +<p class="t0">Anniversary orations</p> +<p class="t0">Of the nation’s independence.</p> +<p class="t0">In the springtime came the circus;</p> +<p class="t0">Summer time, school exhibitions;</p> +<p class="t0">Fairs and pleasure trips in autumn,</p> +<p class="t0">Rare festivities in winter.</p> +<p class="t0">And sometimes there were dissensions,</p> +<p class="t0">In this era of my story.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_86">[86]</div> +<p class="t0">One disastrous feud was raging,</p> +<p class="t0">In the year of eighteen fifty,</p> +<p class="t0">And continued with great venom,</p> +<p class="t0">Through two years or more of bloodshed.</p> +<p class="t0">Yet the spirit of improvement</p> +<p class="t0">Tarried not for man’s caprices.</p> +<p class="t0">Duties, taxes, trade, and commerce,</p> +<p class="t0">Public gala days and triumphs,</p> +<p class="t0">Dances, weddings, and storm-parties,</p> +<p class="t0">Floral festivals and music,</p> +<p class="t0">Or the promenading concert,</p> +<p class="t0">Lent a pleasing variation.</p> +<p class="t0">Or a serenade by moonlight,</p> +<p class="t0">Or a picnic, or band-meeting,</p> +<p class="t0">(It was Landram’s skillful “Saxhorn,”)</p> +<p class="t0">Or the famed association,</p> +<p class="t0">Called the Literary Circle,</p> +<p class="t0">Where was wit, and sense, and humor,</p> +<p class="t0">Where were readers and were critics,</p> +<p class="t0">Where were essays and selections,</p> +<p class="t0">In the style of choice belles-lettres.</p> +<p class="t0">And the weekly local paper,</p> +<p class="t0">In the year of fifty-seven.</p> +<p class="t0">Tells the story of the changes,</p> +<p class="t0">Tells the story of the pleasures,</p> +<p class="t0">Notes the firmer grasp of fashion,</p> +<p class="t0">Notes the new, intruding customs.</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis the “Sentinel” presiding</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_87">[87]</div> +<p class="t0">O’er the city’s daily doings,</p> +<p class="t0">The “American Sentinel” watching</p> +<p class="t0">All the curious innovations.</p> +<p class="t0">And the interesting columns</p> +<p class="t0">Show contributors in numbers,—</p> +<p class="t0">Many writers of the city</p> +<p class="t0">Furnished items and productions.</p> +<p class="t0">Roscius, Citizen, and Alma,</p> +<p class="t0">Ida, Claude, and Regulator,</p> +<p class="t0">Many signatures unnoted,</p> +<p class="t0">Many noms de plume forgotten,</p> +<p class="t0">Filled the sheet with spicy reading,</p> +<p class="t0">With discussion, fact, and fancy,</p> +<p class="t0">Prose and poetry and fiction,</p> +<p class="t0">Rhyme and riddle and acrostic,</p> +<p class="t0">All the sorrows and the blessings,</p> +<p class="t0">All misfortunes and successes,</p> +<p class="t0">All the city’s daily doings.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">And the moons were waxing, waning,</p> +<p class="t0">As the cycle brought its changes.</p> +</div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_4" href="#fr_4">[4]</a></sup>George W. Dunlap, Jr., purchased this Institute in 1874, and established a graded school for young ladies. +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c10" title="Canto X. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_88">[88]</div> +<h3>CANTO X. +<br /><span class="small">1861-1865. +<br />CIVIL WAR.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred one and sixty,</p> +<p class="t0">Rolls its direful weight upon us;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the horoscope of nations,</p> +<p class="t0">Opens wide its omens to us.</p> +<p class="t0">In the mystic stars of fortune,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the western constellation,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the grand, united countries,</p> +<p class="t0">On the continent of freedom,</p> +<p class="t0">The astrologer now gazes</p> +<p class="t0">On a weird and crimson shadow.</p> +<p class="t0">Stars of fixed and cruel brightness,</p> +<p class="t0">Stars of fitful gleam and shining.</p> +<p class="t0">Stars of strange and faint illuming,</p> +<p class="t0">Reads the national magician;</p> +<p class="t0">Stripes of gory hue adorning,</p> +<p class="t0">All the mammoth constellation;</p> +<p class="t0">Stripes extending down the shadow</p> +<p class="t0">Of the shifting, warning picture.</p> +<p class="t0">What broad stream pursues its flowing,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_89">[89]</div> +<p class="t0">Through the fateful, dark camera?</p> +<p class="t0">What bedews the starry emblem,</p> +<p class="t0">With the startling shade of crimson?</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis, alas! the fearful shadow,</p> +<p class="t0">Of contention and of vengeance;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis the strife of human passion,</p> +<p class="t0">In the hapless land of freedom;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis the clash of angry foemen,</p> +<p class="t0">Steel to steel in fierce encounter;</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis the symbol of a struggle,</p> +<p class="t0">In the brave, aspiring nation.</p> +<p class="t0">Not the tramp of foreign armies,</p> +<p class="t0">On the soil we bought with bloodshed,</p> +<p class="t0">Not the aid to captive strangers,</p> +<p class="t0">In the distant, unknown countries;</p> +<p class="t0">But the war at home and fireside,</p> +<p class="t0">The assault of friend and brother,</p> +<p class="t0">The array of kith and kindred,</p> +<p class="t0">In one grand, domestic quarrel.</p> +<p class="t0">And the soldiers went in legions,</p> +<p class="t0">Went in tens and tens of thousands,</p> +<p class="t0">Swarmed upon the fields of battle,</p> +<p class="t0">Crowded tent and camp and barrack.</p> +<p class="t0">And the city of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Ever foremost in her duty,</p> +<p class="t0">Gave her mite of men and warriors</p> +<p class="t0">To the ranks and to the hardships,</p> +<p class="t0">Gave her fighting men to suffer</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_90">[90]</div> +<p class="t0">In the civil war that deluged</p> +<p class="t0">All this mighty West Republic</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred one and sixty.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">First we note the conquering armies,</p> +<p class="t0">With their brave, victorious leaders,</p> +<p class="t0">Who enlisted in the service,</p> +<p class="t0">From the county of old Garrard.</p> +<p class="t0">General Landram was promoted,</p> +<p class="t0">In the rising scale of glory,</p> +<p class="t0">From the easier gradations,</p> +<p class="t0">To the topmost roll of honor.</p> +<p class="t0">Born within the hillside city,</p> +<p class="t0">Architect of his own fortunes,</p> +<p class="t0">Native industry and talent</p> +<p class="t0">Led him up to high position.</p> +<p class="t0">Poet, pensman, and musician,</p> +<p class="t0">Writer, editor, and lawyer,</p> +<p class="t0">Social leader and controller</p> +<p class="t0">Of the city’s hours of leisure,</p> +<p class="t0">He put by these modest duties,</p> +<p class="t0">To adorn the post of soldier;</p> +<p class="t0">He ascended as commander,</p> +<p class="t0">In the conquering Union armies.</p> +<p class="t0">His command—“Nineteenth Kentucky,”</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Infantry—the footmen,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the charge at first entrusted,</p> +<p class="t0">Numbered eighty men from Garrard</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_91">[91]</div> +<p class="t0">Of the officers and privates,</p> +<p class="t0">Company H. begins the roll-call.</p> +<p class="t0">Morgan Evans, first a Captain,</p> +<p class="t0">Was promoted soon to “Major,”</p> +<p class="t0">And was killed when bravely fighting,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell before the Vicksburg trenches,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell in May (the twenty-second)</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred three and sixty;</p> +<p class="t0">And his body lies distinguished,</p> +<p class="t0">By a shaft of pure white marble,</p> +<p class="t0">In the quiet cemetery</p> +<p class="t0">Of his native hillside city.</p> +<p class="t0">Here the “Blue” and “Grey” are resting,</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath “the laurel” and “the lily,”</p> +<p class="t0">“Love and tears” the one, adorning,</p> +<p class="t0">“Tears and love” the other, mourning.</p> +<p class="t0">Captain Alexander Logan,</p> +<p class="t0">Lives to chronicle his story.</p> +<p class="t0">First Lieutenant T. A. Elkin,</p> +<p class="t0">On the staff of Colonel Landram,</p> +<p class="t0">Drilled a band of Zouave urchins,</p> +<p class="t0">In the lance munition tactics,</p> +<p class="t0">Ere he joined the army proper,</p> +<p class="t0">Ready for its earnest duties.</p> +<p class="t0">By promotion he was Captain</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Cavalry—the horsemen,</p> +<p class="t0">And survived a soldier’s perils,</p> +<p class="t0">Made a creditable record.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_92">[92]</div> +<p class="t0">Stephen Hedger,<sup><a id="fr_5" href="#fn_5">[5]</a></sup> First Lieutenant,</p> +<p class="t0">Was advanced from rank of Second.</p> +<p class="t0">Now the Sergeants, nine in number,</p> +<p class="t0">Are the chief among subalterns;</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Vaughn, and John H. Bussing,</p> +<p class="t0">James D. Price, and A. M. Bishop,</p> +<p class="t0">A. Kincead and Henry Innis,<sup><a id="fr_6" href="#fn_6">[6]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Wilson Duggins, John L. Connor,<sup><a href="#fn_6">[6]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">And Hugh Burns, the last recorded.</p> +<p class="t0">Then nine Corporals are written</p> +<p class="t0">On the fresh and modern record;</p> +<p class="t0">John C. Vaughn, and George S. Pollard,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Alverson, James Chumbley,</p> +<p class="t0">William Rigsby, and James Griffey,</p> +<p class="t0">Gideon Duncan, James H. Dismukes,<sup><a href="#fn_6">[6]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Lastly, Alexander Duggins.</p> +<p class="t0">For the fifty-eight remaining</p> +<p class="t0">In the ranks, <a href="#landraml" id="landram">vide Appendix</a>.</p> +<p class="t0">The great Mississippi Valley</p> +<p class="t0">Was their theatre of action.</p> +<p class="t0">At the city of New Orleans,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred five and sixty,</p> +<p class="t0">Colonel Landram was commissioned,</p> +<p class="t0">Brigadier Commanding General.</p> +<p class="t0">When the armistice was sounded,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_93">[93]</div> +<p class="t0">When the hero, Lee, surrendered,</p> +<p class="t0">And the companies disbanded,</p> +<p class="t0">At the trumpet proclamation,</p> +<p class="t0">Then the city on the hillside,</p> +<p class="t0">Summoned home her noble chieftains,</p> +<p class="t0">Once again to routine quiet.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Colonel Faulkner was a leader</p> +<p class="t0">In the conquering Union army,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the only son descended,</p> +<p class="t0">From his military father,</p> +<p class="t0">Who led forth his men to battle,</p> +<p class="t0">In the war of eighteen thirteen.</p> +<p class="t0">In the chronicle before us,</p> +<p class="t0">We read, “Colonel John K. Faulkner,”</p> +<p class="t0">Of command “Nineteenth Kentucky,”</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Cavalry—the horsemen.</p> +<p class="t0">First comes Captain Robert Collier;</p> +<p class="t0">Then is Captain Joseph Thornton,</p> +<p class="t0">First Lieutenant W. M. Kerby,</p> +<p class="t0">First Lieutenant E. H. Walker;</p> +<p class="t0">James L. Baird, and Thomas Dunn, are</p> +<p class="t0">Next in order as Lieutenants.</p> +<p class="t0">Sergeants six in number follow</p> +<p class="t0">In the company’s statistics;</p> +<p class="t0">Curtis Pierce, and James M. Rothwell,</p> +<p class="t0">J. M. Carpenter, S. Rothwell,</p> +<p class="t0">John McQuery, P. H. Fletcher;</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_94">[94]</div> +<p class="t0">Then the Corporals, eight in number:</p> +<p class="t0">Robert Baugh, and James T. Dollens,</p> +<p class="t0">A. T. Conn, and James D. Adams,</p> +<p class="t0">J. H. Anderson, James Perkins,</p> +<p class="t0">G. W. Dollens, A. J. Hammock,</p> +<p class="t0">John F. Kennedy, the farrier,</p> +<p class="t0">And James Sims, the company’s saddler.</p> +<p class="t0">See the Privates, forty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">In <a href="#faulknerl" id="faulkner">Appendix</a> of my ditty.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Of the first Kentucky Cavalry,</p> +<p class="t0">Company G had two commanders,</p> +<p class="t0">First, was Captain Thornton Hackley,</p> +<p class="t0">Then came Captain Irvine Burton.</p> +<p class="t0">William Carpenter, First Lieutenant,</p> +<p class="t0">Second Lieutenant, Henry Robson,</p> +<p class="t0">Second Lieutenant, Daniel Murphy,</p> +<p class="t0">Sergeants: James F. Spratt, T. Wherritt,</p> +<p class="t0">Eugene Miller, W. B. Saddler,</p> +<p class="t0">J. H. Kennedy, James Ross, and</p> +<p class="t0">A. M. Saddler, William Sherod.</p> +<p class="t0">Corporals: John L. Pond, R. Hukle,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Hicks, and Miles M. Chandler,</p> +<p class="t0">John E. Wright, and Hiram Roberts,</p> +<p class="t0">James O. Lynn, and Robert Rainey,</p> +<p class="t0">John T. Brooks, the ninth in number.</p> +<p class="t0">Fifty-seven private soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Filled the columns. (See <a href="#hackleyl" id="hackley">Appendix</a>.)</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_95">[95]</div> +<p class="t0">General Lovell H. Rousseau<sup><a id="fr_7" href="#fn_7">[7]</a></sup> was</p> +<p class="t0">Yet another gallant warrior,</p> +<p class="t0">Of whose glittering escutcheon,</p> +<p class="t0">All the city’s pride is boastful;</p> +<p class="t0">Lawyer, politician, soldier,</p> +<p class="t0">He in Congress represented</p> +<p class="t0">Louisville and all the district,</p> +<p class="t0">And won military prowess,</p> +<p class="t0">In the nation’s civil combats.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Colonel William Hoskins glories</p> +<p class="t0">In unsullied reputation,</p> +<p class="t0">Both as citizen and soldier,</p> +<p class="t0">Both as friend and as companion.</p> +<p class="t0">Served the Union in its struggle,</p> +<p class="t0">Served his county’s legislature;</p> +<p class="t0">Is a genial, polished courtier,</p> +<p class="t0">Ever welcome at the fireside,</p> +<p class="t0">Ever welcome in all circles.</p> +<p class="t0">Whether lifting up his voice in</p> +<p class="t0">Measures for the public welfare,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether shouldering the bayonet,</p> +<p class="t0">For the bloody field of battle,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether drawing strains of music,</p> +<p class="t0">From the violin’s sweet echoes,</p> +<p class="t0">Colonel Hoskins wins a greeting,</p> +<p class="t0">Claims a welcome in all circles.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_96">[96]</div> +<p class="t0">Major M. H. Owsley, leader</p> +<p class="t0">In “the Cavalry” of Kentucky,</p> +<p class="t0">Was advanced from rank of Captain</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred one and sixty.</p> +<p class="t0">Since those times of manly trial,</p> +<p class="t0">He has step by step ascended,</p> +<p class="t0">From the youthful lawyer’s office,</p> +<p class="t0">Up the grade of politicians,</p> +<p class="t0">To the bench of legal power.</p> +<p class="t0">A. G. Daniel, Junior, Captain</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Home Guard nightly patrol,</p> +<p class="t0">Served the Government thereafter,</p> +<p class="t0">In responsible positions.</p> +<p class="t0">W. A. Yantis ranked Lieutenant,</p> +<p class="t0">Led the military music</p> +<p class="t0">On the march of Wolford’s cavalry.</p> +<p class="t0">R. L. Cochran was Lieutenant,</p> +<p class="t0">Also, R. Leslie McMurtry,</p> +<p class="t0">Officers from brave Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">In the army of the Union.</p> +<p class="t0">Other men perchance from Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">From the inland hillside city,</p> +<p class="t0">Took up arms to save the Union,</p> +<p class="t0">Fought the desperate seceders.</p> +<p class="t0">Far and near the slogan sounded,</p> +<p class="t0">Long and loud the fatal summons,</p> +<p class="t0">Till around each fireside lonely,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon a “vacant chair” was standing;</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_97">[97]</div> +<p class="t0">Till the only free retainers</p> +<p class="t0">Were the women and the children;</p> +<p class="t0">Till the crippled and the aged</p> +<p class="t0">Were the guardians of the homesteads.</p> +<p class="t0"><span class="gs3">* * * * *</span></p> +<p class="t0">How the shadows of the picture</p> +<p class="t0">Darken o’er the southern landscape!</p> +<p class="t0">How the “Lost Cause” sheds a gloaming</p> +<p class="t0">On the erst illumed horizon!</p> +<p class="t0">All about the stricken region</p> +<p class="t0">Hangs the doom of vanquished power;</p> +<p class="t0">All throughout the conquered country</p> +<p class="t0">Sounds the knell of fruitless bloodshed.</p> +<p class="t0">Mothers mourn their slaughtered first-born,</p> +<p class="t0">Wives lament their martyred husbands,</p> +<p class="t0">Sisters guard the worn grey jackets,</p> +<p class="t0">Maidens prize the blood-stained tresses.</p> +<p class="t0">Farmers, planters, cultivators—</p> +<p class="t0">All the men of thrift and profit,</p> +<p class="t0">Grieve above the desolation,</p> +<p class="t0">Deep bewail the fruits so bitter.</p> +<p class="t0">Furrows in the soil may ripen,</p> +<p class="t0">With a renovated harvest;</p> +<p class="t0">Furrows in the heart are open,</p> +<p class="t0">With a ceaseless, arid planting.</p> +<p class="t0">Wind and rain and shower and sunshine,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon give back the laborer’s treasure;</p> +<p class="t0">None of nature’s sweet restorers,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_98">[98]</div> +<p class="t0">Bring alas! the mourner’s idols.</p> +<p class="t0">From the North were foreign legions,</p> +<p class="t0">Swarming on to bayonet charges;</p> +<p class="t0">From the South the fostered nurselings</p> +<p class="t0">Of the native born American.</p> +<p class="t0">Every drop of blood a rending</p> +<p class="t0">Of the ties of pure affection;</p> +<p class="t0">Every pillowed head a token</p> +<p class="t0">Of “Somebody’s Darling,” stricken;</p> +<p class="t0">Every “Picket Guard” on duty,</p> +<p class="t0">Joined in dreams an absent “Mary,”</p> +<p class="t0">Every hospital and barrack,</p> +<p class="t0">Held the hope of some fond household.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Captain Matthew David Logan,</p> +<p class="t0">Major and Lieutenant-colonel,</p> +<p class="t0">Long a citizen of Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Long a practicing physician,</p> +<p class="t0">Led a band of Southern-Rights-men</p> +<p class="t0">To the troubled land of Dixie;</p> +<p class="t0">Bore the “Bonnie Blue Flag” above him,</p> +<p class="t0">Held the Stars and Bars unfurling.</p> +<p class="t0">Forest, Breckinridge, and Morgan,</p> +<p class="t0">Gallant gentlemen and soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Were his comrades in the struggle,</p> +<p class="t0">Were his mighty fellow-suff’rers.</p> +<p class="t0">His career through countless hardships,</p> +<p class="t0">His successes and his losses,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_99">[99]</div> +<p class="t0">His adventures without number,</p> +<p class="t0">Culminating in the northern prisons,</p> +<p class="t0">At Fort Delaware, Columbus,</p> +<p class="t0">Morris Island, Fort Pulaski,—</p> +<p class="t0">All these woes and hopes defeated,</p> +<p class="t0">Left their gloomy impress on him,</p> +<p class="t0">Added years of bitter pining.</p> +<p class="t0">May the dove of peace brood over</p> +<p class="t0">Every blighting grief and trial,</p> +<p class="t0">May all past despair and anguish</p> +<p class="t0">Hold abeyance till the Judgment.</p> +<p class="t0">The Confederates were rallied,</p> +<p class="t0">Oft in haste and stealth and darkness.</p> +<p class="t0">All the archives of their columns</p> +<p class="t0">Are obscure, or lost forever.</p> +<p class="t0">See <a href="#loganl" id="logan">Appendix</a>, for the gathering</p> +<p class="t0">Of the names that float about us,</p> +<p class="t0">Whether officers or privates;</p> +<p class="t0">Let the blanks be duly pardoned.</p> +<p class="t0">H. D. Brown,<sup><a href="#fn_6">[6]</a></sup> was First Lieutenant</p> +<p class="t0">Of command of Captain Logan;</p> +<p class="t0">J. T. McQuery was Lieutenant;</p> +<p class="t0">James McMurray was a Sergeant,</p> +<p class="t0">And the Sergeant, Joseph Arnold,</p> +<p class="t0">Was promoted while in service.</p> +<p class="t0">Sergeant D. A. King is numbered</p> +<p class="t0">With the officers belonging</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_100">[100]</div> +<p class="t0">To the gallant Third Kentucky,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Cavalry—the horsemen.</p> +<p class="t0">Other names are linked together</p> +<p class="t0">In my song’s replete <a href="#salterl" id="salter">Appendix</a>.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Captain Michael Salter mustered</p> +<p class="t0">Company E—the Third Kentucky,</p> +<p class="t0">With Lieutenant L. B. Hudson,</p> +<p class="t0">Fellow-officer and leader;</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Curd, the Orderly Sergeant.</p> +<p class="t0">Captain Salter’s fearless spirit,</p> +<p class="t0">His bold exploits and his daring,</p> +<p class="t0">Led him into bonds and capture,</p> +<p class="t0">Till he languished long in prison,</p> +<p class="t0">At the Johnson’s Island stronghold.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">James and William Jennings, brothers,</p> +<p class="t0">Natives of remote Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Skillful surgeons by profession,</p> +<p class="t0">Cast their fortunes in the balance,</p> +<p class="t0">In the trembling Southern balance.</p> +<p class="t0">One survived the toil and peril,</p> +<p class="t0">One was sacrificed to rapine.</p> +<p class="t0">On the scattered army records</p> +<p class="t0">Of the “Dixie Boys” of Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Captain H. Clay Myers is written,</p> +<p class="t0">And Captain Jack W. Adams:</p> +<p class="t0">Also S. F. McKee, another</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_101">[101]</div> +<p class="t0">Scion of a race of soldiers,</p> +<p class="t0">Claims a place within my canto,</p> +<p class="t0">In the “grey” and “faded” columns.</p> +<p class="t0">Major Baxter Smith was foremost,</p> +<p class="t0">In events of risk and danger,</p> +<p class="t0">Was a son of brave Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">Served the South in many battles.</p> +<p class="t0">Morgan’s men were soon recruited,</p> +<p class="t0">By Confederates<sup><a id="fr_8" href="#fn_8">[8]</a></sup> from Garrard;</p> +<p class="t0">History furnishes already,</p> +<p class="t0">Stormy raids and dashing charges,</p> +<p class="t0">Led within the fruitful borders</p> +<p class="t0">Of Kentucky’s fair dominion.</p> +<p class="t0">Thrilling incidents unnumbered,</p> +<p class="t0">Mark the story of the struggle,</p> +<p class="t0">Mark the hideous distortion</p> +<p class="t0">Of the nation’s sunny temper,</p> +<p class="t0">Tell the sad and fatal meaning</p> +<p class="t0">Of this Cain and Abel quarrel,</p> +<p class="t0">When the slain in myriad numbers,</p> +<p class="t0">Filled the “furrows” in “God’s Acre.”</p> +<p class="t0">When the “seed” of Death’s “rude plowshare”</p> +<p class="t0">Yielded bounteous “human harvests.”</p> +<p class="t0">Each forgot the sacred lesson,</p> +<p class="t0">Thou art still thy brother’s keeper;</p> +<p class="t0">Each essayed in vain to smother</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_102">[102]</div> +<p class="t0">In the ground the cries of bloodshed.</p> +<p class="t0">Family feuds are wounds that fester,</p> +<p class="t0">Home dissensions breed sore anguish,</p> +<p class="t0">Yet the love that binds the members,</p> +<p class="t0">Spreads the mantle of forgiveness;</p> +<p class="t0">And from every wound that severs</p> +<p class="t0">Parent stems and sturdy branches,</p> +<p class="t0">Springs a shoot of vital growing,</p> +<p class="t0">Flows a blessed balm of healing.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus may North and South uniting,</p> +<p class="t0">Soothe the pangs of heartstrings broken,</p> +<p class="t0">Leave the fierce and naming fires,</p> +<p class="t0">In the crucible to smoulder.</p> +<p class="t0">Let the ashes crumble, crumble,</p> +<p class="t0">To the dust of buried vengeance.</p> +<p class="t0">Let no moon wax o’er Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">But may shed her beams in gladness;</p> +<p class="t0">Let no moon wane o’er the city,</p> +<p class="t0">But illumes with love and pardon.</p> +</div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_5" href="#fr_5">[5]</a></sup>Stephen Hedger, while Postmaster at Lancaster in 1874, was shot and killed by Ebenezer Best. +</div> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_6" href="#fr_6">[6]</a></sup>Dead. +</div> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_7" href="#fr_7">[7]</a></sup>Deceased. +</div> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_8" href="#fr_8">[8]</a></sup>See <a href="#confedl" id="confed">Appendix</a>. +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c11" title="Canto XI. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_103">[103]</div> +<h3>CANTO XI. +<br /><span class="small">1865-1874. +<br />CHANGE.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Now the civil war is ended,</p> +<p class="t0">Now the strife by arms is over;</p> +<p class="t0">And the city’s star of fortune</p> +<p class="t0">Beams with undiminished glory:</p> +<p class="t0">All her brilliant constellation</p> +<p class="t0">Wears new rays of future promise,</p> +<p class="t0">All her plans for peace and progress</p> +<p class="t0">Move to swifter execution.</p> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred three and sixty,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the late, eventful cycle,</p> +<p class="t0">Was laid out a modern city</p> +<p class="t0">Of the dead among the grasses;</p> +<p class="t0">Was enclosed a cemetery,</p> +<p class="t0">On a green and graceful summit,</p> +<p class="t0">At the city’s southeast section,</p> +<p class="t0">On the street we call Crab Orchard.</p> +<p class="t0">Shrubs and flowers lead the stranger</p> +<p class="t0">To invade the sacred precinct,</p> +<p class="t0">Clust’ring evergreens invite him</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_104">[104]</div> +<p class="t0">To behold the sad environs.</p> +<p class="t0">Gleaming shafts of purest marble,</p> +<p class="t0">Greet the eye of friend and mourner,</p> +<p class="t0">Costly slabs of stone and granite,</p> +<p class="t0">Wearing strange device and fashion,</p> +<p class="t0">Lie amid the urns and vases.</p> +<p class="t0">Lie among the shells and mosses:</p> +<p class="t0">Tell of forms long since departed,</p> +<p class="t0">Tell of loved ones safely resting,</p> +<p class="t0">Tell of fresh turned earth and sodding,</p> +<p class="t0">Of green wreaths and floral tributes,</p> +<p class="t0">Kindly tributes of affection.</p> +<p class="t0">And the ancient trodden graveyard,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the city’s early ages,</p> +<p class="t0">Lingers on with sunken tomb-stones,</p> +<p class="t0">Lingers on with gray inscriptions,</p> +<p class="t0">Lingers yet with moss and ivy,</p> +<p class="t0">Winding close their clinging tendrils,</p> +<p class="t0">Lingers now a small enclosure,</p> +<p class="t0">In the suburbs of Lancaster.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">In eighteen hundred sixty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell the second central court-house,</p> +<p class="t0">In the middle of the city;</p> +<p class="t0">Fell the tall and stately locusts,</p> +<p class="t0">With their grateful, cooling shadows,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell the ruined iron railing,</p> +<p class="t0">Once so rich and ornamental.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_105">[105]</div> +<p class="t0">And a grand, imposing structure,</p> +<p class="t0">At the open southwest corner,</p> +<p class="t0">Now extends its costly apex</p> +<p class="t0">Far above the churches’ steeples,</p> +<p class="t0">Reaches forth its white cupola,</p> +<p class="t0">High into the azure ether.</p> +<p class="t0">And the central, broad arena,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the square, right-angle outlines,</p> +<p class="t0">Has been leveled to the surface</p> +<p class="t0">Of the streets and roads around it,</p> +<p class="t0">Bears no pile of architecture,<sup><a id="fr_9" href="#fn_9">[9]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">To be seen afar and nearer,</p> +<p class="t0">To be seen from hill and valley,</p> +<p class="t0">By the traveler wand’ring hither.</p> +<p class="t0">On the summit of the tower,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the octagon bell-tower,</p> +<p class="t0">Of this new and gorgeous building,</p> +<p class="t0">With its porticos and stairways,</p> +<p class="t0">With its halls and council chambers,</p> +<p class="t0">Is a high observatory,</p> +<p class="t0">Whence is viewed the distant landscape,</p> +<p class="t0">Whence is seen the rural beauties</p> +<p class="t0">Of this land of agriculture.</p> +<p class="t0">Near this pinnacle so lofty,</p> +<p class="t0">Is the ever-warning town-clock,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_106">[106]</div> +<p class="t0">Is the pendulum vibrating,</p> +<p class="t0">To diurnal revolutions,</p> +<p class="t0">Is the fire-alarm resounding,</p> +<p class="t0">Over hill and dale and meadow,</p> +<p class="t0">Is the heavy bell sonorous,</p> +<p class="t0">With events of varied import.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">It was in this year of changes,</p> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred sixty-seven,</p> +<p class="t0">That a fearful conflagration,</p> +<p class="t0">Tore away a block of buildings,</p> +<p class="t0">At the city’s southeast corner;</p> +<p class="t0">Razed an ancient block to ashes,</p> +<p class="t0">On a wintry Saturday evening,</p> +<p class="t0">On a night of snow and tempest,</p> +<p class="t0">In the month of February.</p> +<p class="t0">Soon a handsome row replaced it,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon the enterprising people</p> +<p class="t0">Cleared the débris and the rubbish,</p> +<p class="t0">Cleared away the silent ruins,</p> +<p class="t0">And rebuilt the last possessions.</p> +<p class="t0">Silent? Aye, but speaking ever</p> +<p class="t0">Of events and actors vanished,</p> +<p class="t0">In the history of Lancaster.</p> +<p class="t0">Of the offices and store-rooms,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the dwellings and the households,</p> +<p class="t0">Of affairs of public moment,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the hidden and domestic,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_107">[107]</div> +<p class="t0">Of the groups of Mystic Brothers,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Masons and Odd-Fellows,</p> +<p class="t0">Of ye ancient Sons of Temperance,</p> +<p class="t0">All the secrets of the bygone,</p> +<p class="t0">Speaking from the smoking ruins.</p> +<p class="t0">So there rose another structure,</p> +<p class="t0">Phœnix-like, upon the ashes.</p> +<p class="t0">Where the merchants and the tradesmen,</p> +<p class="t0">Can pursue their avocations.</p> +<p class="t0">And the store-rooms are surmounted,</p> +<p class="t0">By a Hall of spacious model,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the city’s merry-makers,</p> +<p class="t0">Find an evening’s recreation,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the weary men of business,</p> +<p class="t0">Often seek an hour’s diversion;</p> +<p class="t0">Where the order of Good Templars,</p> +<p class="t0">Held their rites and ceremonies,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the skating-rink and concert,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the festival and supper,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the theatre and lecture,</p> +<p class="t0">And the dancing-school and tableau,</p> +<p class="t0">—All the public entertainments,</p> +<p class="t0">Have beguiled the times of leisure.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred nine and sixty,</p> +<p class="t0">Came the hissing locomotive,</p> +<p class="t0">Came the train of rumbling coaches,</p> +<p class="t0">Dashing through the quiet city;</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_108">[108]</div> +<p class="t0">Came the smoking iron monster,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the “Louisville and Nashville,”</p> +<p class="t0">Sounded loud the shrill steam-whistle</p> +<p class="t0">Of the railroad “On to Richmond.”</p> +<p class="t0">And the Old Church walls so sacred,</p> +<p class="t0">Fell beneath the stormy cargo,</p> +<p class="t0">Our Republican ancestress</p> +<p class="t0">Bent her hoary head in shrinking;</p> +<p class="t0">All the rank and mouldy ruins</p> +<p class="t0">Fell before the thund’ring onset.</p> +<p class="t0">Never more the timeworn benches</p> +<p class="t0">Shall reëcho words of wisdom;</p> +<p class="t0">Never more the brick and plaster</p> +<p class="t0">Shall have grace from text and precept,</p> +<p class="t0">Ne’er alas! her slumb’ring children</p> +<p class="t0">Give her earthly praise and homage.</p> +<p class="t0">Gone forever, church and pastor,</p> +<p class="t0">Gone, all gone, her saints’ communion,</p> +<p class="t0">Dust to dust the crumbling mortar,</p> +<p class="t0">Earth to earth the human body,</p> +<p class="t0">Air of air the ghostly phantoms,</p> +<p class="t0">Heav’n of heav’ns the final meeting.</p> +<p class="t0"><span class="gs3">* * * * *</span></p> +<p class="t0">In this section, once a wildwood,</p> +<p class="t0">Now are clustered many buildings;</p> +<p class="t0">Now hotels, depots, and warerooms,</p> +<p class="t0">Tell of industry and labor;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the loud mill-whistle pierces</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_109">[109]</div> +<p class="t0">Through the fogs of early morning,</p> +<p class="t0">Now the neat and tasteful cottage</p> +<p class="t0">Takes the place of tree and grapevine,</p> +<p class="t0">And a porter’s lodge adorning,</p> +<p class="t0">Guards the modern cemetery,</p> +<p class="t0">Guards the modern double entrance,</p> +<p class="t0">To the home of sleeping loved ones.</p> +<p class="t0">All about this busy section,</p> +<p class="t0">Are the signs of swift progression;</p> +<p class="t0">Swift progression towards profit,</p> +<p class="t0">In the thrift of living workmen,</p> +<p class="t0">Swift advance to time eternal,</p> +<p class="t0">In the fast increasing graveyard.</p> +<p class="t0">In this year the game of Base-ball,</p> +<p class="t0">Occupied the young athletics,</p> +<p class="t0">Occupied maturer players,</p> +<p class="t0">Gave the city’s “men of muscle,”</p> +<p class="t0">Daily rounds of fun and frolic.</p> +<p class="t0">And the ball and bat and score-book,</p> +<p class="t0">Answered oft a neighbor’s challenge,</p> +<p class="t0">Won the palm in match and test games,</p> +<p class="t0">Won the victor’s crown of laurel.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred one and seventy</p> +<p class="t0">Brought a company of soldiers</p> +<p class="t0">To protect the hillside city</p> +<p class="t0">From the dreaded Klan of Kuklux;</p> +<p class="t0">From this band of masking lynchers,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_110">[110]</div> +<p class="t0">Who defied the legal councils,</p> +<p class="t0">Who withdrew the reins of power</p> +<p class="t0">From the tardy, lenient, rulers,</p> +<p class="t0">Who dealt quick and fearful justice,</p> +<p class="t0">To all hapless state offenders.</p> +<p class="t0">And the law-abiding people</p> +<p class="t0">Called the U. S. A. to aid them;</p> +<p class="t0">To disband the Regulators,</p> +<p class="t0">With their penalties mysterious,</p> +<p class="t0">To respite their guilty culprits,</p> +<p class="t0">From deserved but lawless peril.</p> +<p class="t0">And the garrison enlivens,</p> +<p class="t0">With its neat and healthful barracks,</p> +<p class="t0">With its drum and fife and bugle,</p> +<p class="t0">With its tents and lofty flagstaff,</p> +<p class="t0">With its officers and soldiers.</p> +<p class="t0">Colonel Rose was first to answer</p> +<p class="t0">The petition for assistance;</p> +<p class="t0">Then the “Fourth” sent troops to guard us</p> +<p class="t0">(The Fourth Infantry, C company.)</p> +<p class="t0">Captain Edwin Coates commanding,</p> +<p class="t0">Bubb and Robinson, Lieutenants,</p> +<p class="t0">With the Surgeon S. T. Weirrick,</p> +<p class="t0">Spent two years within our circles,</p> +<p class="t0">Winning friends while firm on duty.</p> +<p class="t0">Wolfe and Galbraith then succeeded,</p> +<p class="t0">For a few months of probation.</p> +<p class="t0">Colonel Fletcher, Major Barber,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_111">[111]</div> +<p class="t0">And Lieutenant Will. McFarland,</p> +<p class="t0">Doctor S. L. Smith, the surgeon,</p> +<p class="t0">Now control the troops among us,</p> +<p class="t0">Now preserve the law and order.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Eighteen seventy-three was saddened,</p> +<p class="t0">By another fire disaster,<sup><a id="fr_10" href="#fn_10">[10]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Which consumed the new Bank building,</p> +<p class="t0">Burned the late established “National,”</p> +<p class="t0">On the fated Southeast corner,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the chastened hillside city.</p> +<p class="t0">And two handsome halls were numbered</p> +<p class="t0">With the property that suffered,</p> +<p class="t0">With the storeroom of the merchant,</p> +<p class="t0">The lamented H. S. Burnam;</p> +<p class="t0">And the Masons and Odd-Fellows,</p> +<p class="t0">Once again sustain misfortune,</p> +<p class="t0">Once again construct new temples,</p> +<p class="t0">For the gath’ring of the mystic.</p> +<p class="t0">On the fifteenth day of August,</p> +<p class="t0">Came the dreaded epidemic,</p> +<p class="t0">Came the poisonous contagion,</p> +<p class="t0">Came the cholera’s gaunt spectre,</p> +<p class="t0">Spreading woe and desolation,</p> +<p class="t0">Ever bringing fell destruction.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_112">[112]</div> +<p class="t0">Forty deaths were soon recorded,</p> +<p class="t0">Forty homes in sable shroudings,</p> +<p class="t0">All the bells were ringing “softly,”</p> +<p class="t0">For the crêpe was “on the door.”</p> +<p class="t0">A devoted band of nurses,</p> +<p class="t0">Led by William H. Kinnaird, were</p> +<p class="t0">Ready night and day to succor,</p> +<p class="t0">Ready to confront the danger,</p> +<p class="t0">Ready with true Christian courage,</p> +<p class="t0">To invoke a balm in Gilead,</p> +<p class="t0">To console ill-fated brothers.</p> +</div> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Eighteen hundred, four and seventy</p> +<p class="t0">Finds the city of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">In praiseworthy competition</p> +<p class="t0">With the spirit of the present.</p> +<p class="t0">Still the waxing, waning moonlight,</p> +<p class="t0">Sees her changing with the cycle.</p> +<p class="t0">Now the light’ning wires unite her</p> +<p class="t0">With the world in speedy transit;</p> +<p class="t0">The “Kentucky News” informs her,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the moving scenes about her,</p> +<p class="t0">Links her name with sister cities,</p> +<p class="t0">In the tie of common welfare,</p> +<p class="t0">Wafts her praises to the public,</p> +<p class="t0">Casts her errors on the waters.</p> +<p class="t0">Her rejoicings and enjoyments,</p> +<p class="t0">Scarce know pause or diminution,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_113">[113]</div> +<p class="t0">And the Cornet Band musicians,</p> +<p class="t0">(J. P. Sandifer, the leader),</p> +<p class="t0">Serve the city’s gala seasons,</p> +<p class="t0">Furnish melody in numbers.</p> +<p class="t0">All along the panorama</p> +<p class="t0">Of her shiftings and adventures,</p> +<p class="t0">Are peculiar memoranda,</p> +<p class="t0">Dotting, here and there, the margin.</p> +<p class="t0">Now the “Red Stars” have a meeting,</p> +<p class="t0">With their weird, uncanny customs;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the “Knights of Pythias” cluster</p> +<p class="t0">’Round a shrine of secret magic;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the “Eastern Star” is dawning,</p> +<p class="t0">With its cabalistic mottoes;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the “Julipeans” revel</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath the awnings on the greensward,</p> +<p class="t0">With their mighty dignitaries,</p> +<p class="t0">With Sockdologers, Sapsuckers,</p> +<p class="t0">With their Knockemstiffs, Lawgivers,</p> +<p class="t0">With their Orators and Wise-Men,</p> +<p class="t0">With their visitors and laymen—</p> +<p class="t0">All their corps of jolly members</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath the cooling, woodland shelter.</p> +<p class="t0">Strange societies and groupings,</p> +<p class="t0">Hidden wonders and dark missions,</p> +<p class="t0">Items fanciful and puzzling,</p> +<p class="t0">Dot the margin hither, thither,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the shifting panorama.</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_114">[114]</div> +<p class="t0">Change and progress rule the city,</p> +<p class="t0">Tearing loose her timeworn moorings;</p> +<p class="t0">Now Excelsior, the watchword,</p> +<p class="t0">Leads her prow forever onward;</p> +<p class="t0">Now her streets are all encumbered</p> +<p class="t0">With the architect’s essentials;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the rubbish from the burning,</p> +<p class="t0">From the third great fire that swept her,</p> +<p class="t0">On the first evening in April,</p> +<p class="t0">Gathers in the northwest corner;</p> +<p class="t0">And this row of ancient houses,</p> +<p class="t0">Numbered with the things of yore,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon will rise again to greet us,</p> +<p class="t0">Soon resound with plane and trowel.</p> +<p class="t0">All the city’s luckless harbors</p> +<p class="t0">Shall revive with added grandeur;<sup><a id="fr_11" href="#fn_11">[11]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Now her handsome jail and court-house,</p> +<p class="t0">Her new halls and spacious churches,</p> +<p class="t0">Her improved suburban dwellings,</p> +<p class="t0">And her central, model buildings,</p> +<p class="t0">All betray the stride of fortune,</p> +<p class="t0">All betray the march of knowledge;</p> +<p class="t0">And the crumbling hall of science,</p> +<p class="t0">The Academy of Garrard,</p> +<p class="t0">Wears a modern dress and fashion,</p> +<p class="t0">On the old revered foundation;</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_115">[115]</div> +<p class="t0">New red brick and glossy mouldings</p> +<p class="t0">Now invite th’ aspiring student;</p> +<p class="t0">No more ancient hallowed landmarks,</p> +<p class="t0">Linger now to move the tear-drop;</p> +<p class="t0">Yet a classic aura gathers,</p> +<p class="t0">All about the hidden ruins.</p> +<p class="t0">Shades of Cæsar and of Virgil,</p> +<p class="t0">Shades of Webster and of Murray,</p> +<p class="t0">Manes of ye classic worthies,</p> +<p class="t0">Gather ever o’er the ruins.</p> +</div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_9" href="#fr_9">[9]</a></sup>A brick engine-house was erected on the square in 1875, to shelter the new Champion Fire Extinguisher, called the “Undine.” +</div> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_10" href="#fr_10">[10]</a></sup>One year later a Hook and Ladder company was organized, with George W. Dunlap Jr., as Captain, and W. H. Wherritt and Theodore Currey as Lieutenants. +</div> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_11" href="#fr_11">[11]</a></sup>A new Deposit Bank building was erected during the summer of 1874. +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="c12" title="Canto XII. 1769-1796. Pioneers."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_116">[116]</div> +<h3>CANTO XII. +<br /><span class="small">1874. +<br />PAX VOBISCUM.</span></h3> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Nigh a hundred years are buried,</p> +<p class="t0">In the endless sweep of ages,</p> +<p class="t0">Nigh a total centenary</p> +<p class="t0">Hangs its harp upon the willow,</p> +<p class="t0">Since the rude log-cabin era,</p> +<p class="t0">When the city on the hillside</p> +<p class="t0">Was preëmpted by the stranger,</p> +<p class="t0">By the stranger surnamed Paulding;</p> +<p class="t0">Since the pioneer council</p> +<p class="t0">Came to “Watty” Dunn’s old spring, and</p> +<p class="t0">Met in caucus and selected</p> +<p class="t0">A foundation for their court-house:</p> +<p class="t0">Chose a green and ample clearing</p> +<p class="t0">Near the well-known Wallace cross-roads.</p> +<p class="t0">Here alone in “God’s first temples,”</p> +<p class="t0">Here with nature’s wild communing,</p> +<p class="t0">Henry Clay, a youthful trav’ler</p> +<p class="t0">Through the wilderness, surprised them;</p> +<p class="t0">Found the little band assembled,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_117">[117]</div> +<p class="t0">Paused, and shared their noonday luncheon.</p> +<p class="t0">Thus beheld Kentucky’s hero,</p> +<p class="t0">The domain of future triumphs,</p> +<p class="t0">Thus his eyes beheld the section,</p> +<p class="t0">Destined soon to make him famous.</p> +<p class="t0">And the pioneer council,</p> +<p class="t0">All unconscious of his greatness,</p> +<p class="t0">Bade their stranger guest a welcome</p> +<p class="t0">To the tangled, gloomy woodland,</p> +<p class="t0">Bade him break the loaf of faring,</p> +<p class="t0">Bade him eat the salt of friendship.</p> +<p class="t0">Then they pointed out the clearing,</p> +<p class="t0">Where the building should be fashioned,</p> +<p class="t0">Thus the ground was consecrated,</p> +<p class="t0">In the statesman’s august presence;</p> +<p class="t0">Thus a halo of true glory</p> +<p class="t0">Hung about the rude log court-house.</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas the first judicial movement</p> +<p class="t0">In the city of Lancaster,</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas an impetus that prompted</p> +<p class="t0">The erecting many houses,</p> +<p class="t0">’Twas the gath’ring of a people,</p> +<p class="t0">A community of workers.</p> +<p class="t0">Could the story of each household,</p> +<p class="t0">In the city on the hillside,</p> +<p class="t0">Be translated for my canto.</p> +<p class="t0">For the ditty I am singing,</p> +<p class="t0">Many a wail of grief and sorrow,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_118">[118]</div> +<p class="t0">Many a sigh of hope defeated,</p> +<p class="t0">Many a smile of sweet fruition,</p> +<p class="t0">Schemes for profit and for pleasure,</p> +<p class="t0">Plans of varied speculation,</p> +<p class="t0">Schemes and plans of thought and action,</p> +<p class="t0">Would unfold their pages to us,</p> +<p class="t0">Would reveal their secrets to us.</p> +<p class="t0">Could the history unwritten,</p> +<p class="t0">Of each hearth and home be given,</p> +<p class="t0">Then I trow, the world of fiction,</p> +<p class="t0">With its brilliant, stirring pages,</p> +<p class="t0">With its “marvelous traditions,”</p> +<p class="t0">With its plots and strange dénouements,</p> +<p class="t0">With its tragedies unnumbered,</p> +<p class="t0">And its comedies prolific——</p> +<p class="t0">Well I trow this world of fiction,</p> +<p class="t0">Would be “light and airy nothings,”</p> +<p class="t0">In the scale of real pictures,</p> +<p class="t0">By the light of life so earnest,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the suffering and doing,</p> +<p class="t0">Of the daring and enduring,</p> +<p class="t0">We should find imparted to us.</p> +<p class="t0">Could we lift the mystic curtain,</p> +<p class="t0">From the holiest of holies,</p> +<p class="t0">From the sacred, inner temple</p> +<p class="t0">Of each soul’s unseen communion,</p> +<p class="t0">We should gather, we should garner,</p> +<p class="t0">Many lessons full of profit,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_119">[119]</div> +<p class="t0">Lessons long and full of wisdom.</p> +<p class="t0">We should see the struggling victim</p> +<p class="t0">In the toils of the ensnarer;</p> +<p class="t0">See the troubled spirit writhing</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath the lashings of detraction;</p> +<p class="t0">See the burdened nature groaning</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid the polished shafts of envy;</p> +<p class="t0">See the sinner’s cunning malice,</p> +<p class="t0">In the act of human torture;</p> +<p class="t0">See the Christian’s anxious fightings,</p> +<p class="t0">Foes without, and fears within him.</p> +<p class="t0">All these lessons we should garner</p> +<p class="t0">From each spirit’s veiled communion.</p> +<p class="t0">Change is written on the landscape,</p> +<p class="t0">Change is speaking from the hearthstone,</p> +<p class="t0">All the work of sure mutation,</p> +<p class="t0">Lays its impress on the city.</p> +<p class="t0">Could the earliest explorer</p> +<p class="t0">Of this Eden habitation,</p> +<p class="t0">Tread once more the waving blue grass,</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid her rivers, rills, and streamlets,</p> +<p class="t0">Not the aged Rip Van Winkle,</p> +<p class="t0">Oped his eyes in greater wonder,</p> +<p class="t0">Not the sleeper and the dreamer,</p> +<p class="t0">E’er beheld in more amazement.</p> +<p class="t0">Then the shaded, quiet woodland,</p> +<p class="t0">Was the home of untamed creatures;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the solitudes are teeming</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_120">[120]</div> +<p class="t0">With mankind and man’s inventions;</p> +<p class="t0">Then the wolf, and bear, and panther,</p> +<p class="t0">Held their orgies in the caverns;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the silent grottoes foster</p> +<p class="t0">Only Nature’s radiant jewels;</p> +<p class="t0">Then the rattle-snake’s quick poison</p> +<p class="t0">Nerved its fangs to fierce encounter;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the bruiséd head lies harmless</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath the heel of the seed of woman;</p> +<p class="t0">Then the canebrake and the thicket</p> +<p class="t0">Harbored noxious weeds and vipers;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the undergrowth has vanished,</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid the golden sheaves of harvest;</p> +<p class="t0">Now the trees have laid their foliage,</p> +<p class="t0">In the dust of human footsteps,</p> +<p class="t0">Now the forest trees have fallen,</p> +<p class="t0">At the bidding of the woodman.</p> +<p class="t0">Oak and chestnut, hickory, walnut,</p> +<p class="t0">Poplar, sycamore, and locust,</p> +<p class="t0">Beech and elm and pine and cedar,</p> +<p class="t0">Laurel, holly, ash and maple—</p> +<p class="t0">All the trees have bent their growing</p> +<p class="t0">To the husbandman’s caprices.</p> +<p class="t0">All the beasts have fled to westward;</p> +<p class="t0">All the reptiles skulk in hiding;</p> +<p class="t0">All the rivers and the brooklets</p> +<p class="t0">Have subdued their wild, free rolling.</p> +<p class="t0">Ancient mounds and Aztec relics,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_121">[121]</div> +<p class="t0">Mural signs and hieroglyphics,</p> +<p class="t0">Toltec remnants and weird mummies,</p> +<p class="t0">All the arts and queer devices</p> +<p class="t0">Of a prehistoric people,</p> +<p class="t0">Have entombed their sylvan phantoms,</p> +<p class="t0">In an everlasting Lethe.</p> +<p class="t0">Now the woods and plains are surveys,</p> +<p class="t0">Of distinctive tracts and precincts,</p> +<p class="t0">Now the wide, primeval limits</p> +<p class="t0">Bound neat villages and districts.</p> +<p class="t0">There are Bryantsville and Fitchport,</p> +<p class="t0">Buckeye, Logan Town and Tyro,</p> +<p class="t0">Duncan Town and Buena Vista,</p> +<p class="t0">Hyattville, Paint Lick, and Lowell,</p> +<p class="t0">Clustered round the mother city,</p> +<p class="t0">The fair city on the hillside;</p> +<p class="t0">Clustered ’mid the charming bowers</p> +<p class="t0">Of the Garrard county woodlands.</p> +<p class="t0">Now the wild flower’s timid blooming</p> +<p class="t0">Colors distant fields and by-ways,</p> +<p class="t0">And the city’s rare exotics,</p> +<p class="t0">In the crystal greenhouse, flourish;</p> +<p class="t0">Rose and lily and camelia,</p> +<p class="t0">Tulip, fuschia, and verbena,</p> +<p class="t0">Rear their gorgeous tints to gladden</p> +<p class="t0">Many a sweet domestic picture.</p> +<p class="t0">All the knotted thorns and briers,</p> +<p class="t0">Serve in close-cut garden hedges;</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_122">[122]</div> +<p class="t0">All the grapevine swings are curling</p> +<p class="t0">Over tasteful, latticed arbors.</p> +<p class="t0">Apples, pears, and plums, and peaches,</p> +<p class="t0">Herbs and blossoms, fruits and berries,</p> +<p class="t0">Swell the trade of horticulture,</p> +<p class="t0">Birds and fowls and flesh and fishes,</p> +<p class="t0">Now supply the city’s market.</p> +<p class="t0">Houses, homes of care and culture,</p> +<p class="t0">Public buildings grand and costly,</p> +<p class="t0">Deckings rural and artistic,</p> +<p class="t0">All the mart and traffic symbols,</p> +<p class="t0">Mark the once entangled wildwood,</p> +<p class="t0">Deck the erst embowered valley.</p> +<p class="t0">Nature views her splendid ruins,</p> +<p class="t0">In a garb of man’s creation;</p> +<p class="t0">Smooths her rugged frowns and wrinkles,</p> +<p class="t0">’Neath the mask of modern pruning;</p> +<p class="t0">Draws her cloven foot in hiding,</p> +<p class="t0">Under skirts of art so simple;</p> +<p class="t0">Buries all her savage spirit,</p> +<p class="t0">In the graces of refinement;</p> +<p class="t0">Merges wilderness and mountain,</p> +<p class="t0">In the sea of cultivation.</p> +<p class="t0">And her name, no longer rustic,</p> +<p class="t0">Bears the soubriquet, Lancaster.</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis our birthplace, dear and sacred,</p> +<p class="t0">In the heart of old Kentucky,</p> +<p class="t0">’Tis the pride of Garrard county,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_123">[123]</div> +<p class="t0">Fairest city of the hillside.</p> +<p class="t0">May she never know misfortune,</p> +<p class="t0">While the moons are waxing, waning,</p> +<p class="t0">May her blessings ever linger,</p> +<p class="t0">As the cycle brings its changes.</p> +<p class="t0">May the strife of human passions,</p> +<p class="t0">May all riots and dissensions,</p> +<p class="t0">May disease and flood and fire,</p> +<p class="t0">Lift their baleful shadows from her.</p> +<p class="t0">Let her children cling unto her,</p> +<p class="t0">’Mid the wreck of mind and matter:</p> +<p class="t0">Be her sons’ and daughters’ motto,</p> +<p class="t0">Stand, united; fall, divided.</p> +<p class="t0">God protect thee, fair Lancaster—</p> +<p class="t0">Cherished city, <i>pax vobiscum</i>.</p> +</div> +<p class="center"><span class="small">FINIS.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="app" title="Appendix."> +<div class="pb" id="pg_125">[125]</div> +<h2>APPENDIX.</h2> +<div class="pb" id="pg_127">[127]</div> +<h3>APPENDIX.</h3> +<h4>WAR OF 1812.</h4> +<h5>LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN JOHN FAULKNER’S COMMAND +OF MOUNTED VOLUNTEER MILITIA, IN AUGUST, 1813. (See +page 23.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">J——s Anderson, James Ashley,</p> +<p class="t0">Then John Ball, and William Bledsoe,</p> +<p class="t0">J——s Ball, and Jerry Blalock,</p> +<p class="t0">Aleck Boyle, and Henry Baker,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Clarke, and Martin Baker,</p> +<p class="t0">Rufus Carpenter, R. Curtis,</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Gill, and Francis Dunkard,</p> +<p class="t0">William Hughes, and J——s Comely,</p> +<p class="t0">Isaac Holmes, John Frame, James Denny,</p> +<p class="t0">Henry Hews, and Moses Hubbard,</p> +<p class="t0">Edward Holmes, and Samuel Hogan,</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Kennedy, James Hogan,</p> +<p class="t0">John Kincaid, and J——h Harris,</p> +<p class="t0">James Mershon, and Philip Hogan,</p> +<p class="t0">Moses Moore, and Samuel Jackman,</p> +<p class="t0">William Nicholson, John Hidrick,</p> +<p class="t0">Posey Price, and Stephen Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">William Poe, and Roland Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">Ennis Quinn, and Thomas Lankford,</p> +<p class="t0">Andrew Reid, and Edward Lethal,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_128">[128]</div> +<p class="t0">Jacob Robinson, John Letcher,</p> +<p class="t0">William Ward, and Luther Mayfield,</p> +<p class="t0">C——s Smith, and R. McConnell,</p> +<p class="t0">James Shackelford, James McGarvin,</p> +<p class="t0">Robert Smith, and William Nelson,</p> +<p class="t0">Z——h Smith, and Ebsworth Owsley,</p> +<p class="t0">Ozias Williams, and G. Oatman,</p> +<p class="t0">Henry Williams, and John Preston,</p> +<p class="t0">Humphrey Sutton, and John Pollard,</p> +<p class="t0">Hugh M. Ross, and J——s Weldon,</p> +<p class="t0">J——n Schuyler, and John Woolley,</p> +<p class="t0">J——s Russell, and John Simpson,</p> +<p class="t0">Lastly, Isaac Peckleheimer.</p> +</div> +<h5 id="woodsl">LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN WILLIAM WOODS’ COMPANY OF +KENTUCKY MOUNTED VOLUNTEER MILITIA, SEVENTH REGIMENT. +(See <a href="#woods">page 24</a>.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">David Blankenship, John Williams,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Sprowl, and Joshua Martin,</p> +<p class="t0">James Williams, Sr., and Charles Reynolds,</p> +<p class="t0">Alexander Sprowl, John Ellis,</p> +<p class="t0">Henry Smith, and Edward Nichols,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Coffee, and John Northcutt,</p> +<p class="t0">William Progg, and C——s Pointer,</p> +<p class="t0">William Irvin, and James Trotter,</p> +<p class="t0">Moses Embry, and James Williams,</p> +<p class="t0">John McDowell, and James Connor,</p> +<p class="t0">R. L. Pearl, and William Thresher,</p> +<p class="t0">D. L. Myers, and John Irwin,</p> +<p class="t0">William Campbell, and Cage Grimsley,</p> +<p class="t0">Nicholas Owens, and James Russell,</p> +<p class="t0">Beverly Clayton, and John Davis,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_129">[129]</div> +<p class="t0">R. L. Matthews, Joseph Connor,</p> +<p class="t0">Robert Appleby, Joshua Grider,</p> +<p class="t0">William Stockton, Jonathan Taylor,</p> +<p class="t0">John Calhoun, and Charles H. Flower.</p> +</div> +<h4>MEXICAN WAR.</h4> +<h5>LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN JOHNSON PRICE’S COMPANY OF +GARRARD VOLUNTEERS, JUNE, 1846. (See <a href="#johnson" id="johnsonl">page 78</a>.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">W. O. Lawless, and L. Henson,</p> +<p class="t0">Oliver Yates,<sup><a id="fr_12" href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and James G. Smiley,</p> +<p class="t0">John J. Miller,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> William Evans,</p> +<p class="t0">John D. Miller,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> Joseph Murphy,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">George H. Miller, William Herndon,</p> +<p class="t0">Robert White, and James F. Miller,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Blackerby,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> James Lawless,</p> +<p class="t0">Horatio Arnold,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> S. G. Evans,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">T. J. Vaughan,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and Andrew Harlan,</p> +<p class="t0">James Mershon, and Mason Logan,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Shipley,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and Charles Southern,</p> +<p class="t0">Ben Mershon,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and James B. Thornton,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">John T. Grooms,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and Robert Collier,</p> +<p class="t0">Richard Bruce,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and Daniel Banton,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">J——s Brown,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and O. O. Banton,</p> +<p class="t0">James M. Ford, and Jesse Batner,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Jackson Holmes, and John H. Cleaveland,</p> +<p class="t0">William Forbes,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and J. Huffman,</p> +<p class="t0">Jesse May,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and H. B. Terrill,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">John Arbuckle,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and James Suel,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">William Robinson,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> George Turner,</p> +<p class="t0">Then, George Baird,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> Horatio Owens,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_130">[130]</div> +<p class="t0">Patrick Williamson, A. Arnold,</p> +<p class="t0">Next, George Robinson, H. Duggins,</p> +<p class="t0">William Perkins, D. C. Alspaugh,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Sidney Hall, and Stephen Teater,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Conn,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and S. H, Renfro,</p> +<p class="t0">Thompson Yates, and Joseph Harmon,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Scott,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and C. Smithpeters,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Hamilton Huffman, and James Hardin,</p> +<p class="t0">And the last is Warren Lamaster.</p> +</div> +<h4>CIVIL WAR.</h4> +<h5>LIST OF PRIVATES IN COMPANY H, NINETEENTH REGIMENT +KENTUCKY VOLUNTEER INFANTRY, COMMANDED BY COL. +WILLIAM J. LANDRAM, 1862. (See <a href="#landram" id="landraml">page 92</a>.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Richard Anderson, James Stegar,</p> +<p class="t0">Jeremiah Carpenter, James Sherrer,</p> +<p class="t0">Henry Edgington. John Kerby,<sup><a id="fr_13" href="#fn_13">[13]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Henry Grimes, and James Fitzimmons,</p> +<p class="t0">Next, John Jones, and Daniel Sweeney,</p> +<p class="t0">J. Kincaid, and John Forgaty,</p> +<p class="t0">George Lamar, and Daniel Johnson,</p> +<p class="t0">Harvey Merriman, George Copeland,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Henry Middleton, James Mochbee,</p> +<p class="t0">John O’Keefe, Horatio Wilson,</p> +<p class="t0">Tilford Rutherford, John Dismukes,</p> +<p class="t0">William Wells, and L. J. Hammonds,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Then, George Forbes, and Thomas Norton,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Henry Hurt, and Charles H. Owsley,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Prim, and Edward Renfro,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Abram Blackerby,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> John Renfro,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_131">[131]</div> +<p class="t0">Hugh Frizell,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and A. M. Renfro,</p> +<p class="t0">Harvey Smith,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and A. J. Wilson,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Dennis Fox,<sup><a id="fr_14" href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup> and W. H. Brady,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Next, John Hurt,<sup><a href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup> and Jesse Chartreen,</p> +<p class="t0">Daniel Gaddis, Senior, Junior,</p> +<p class="t0">Daniel Duggins, and B. Stroxdal,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Jennings Duggins, Walter Eason,</p> +<p class="t0">Benjamin Holtzclaw, Milton Finley,</p> +<p class="t0">William Madden, Albert Preston,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Pumphrey, David Preston,</p> +<p class="t0">Elijah Pumphrey, William Preston,</p> +<p class="t0">Nicholas Tobin, Patrick Ryan,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Williams, Michael Carroll.</p> +</div> +<h5>LIST OF PRIVATES IN COLONEL JOHN K. FAULKNER’S COMMAND, +COMPANY H, NINETEENTH KENTUCKY FEDERAL CAVALRY. +(See <a href="#faulkner" id="faulknerl">page 94</a>.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">John F. Baird, and Nelson Harmon,</p> +<p class="t0">Simeon Henderson, John Hardin,</p> +<p class="t0">Daniel Holman, and James Baker,</p> +<p class="t0">Ancel George, and William Johnson,</p> +<p class="t0">Jordan Holmes, James Church, George Lawson,</p> +<p class="t0">Wesley King, and Thomas Foley,</p> +<p class="t0">Allen Haggard, Joseph Baker,</p> +<p class="t0">Benjamin Baker, Moses Lawson,</p> +<p class="t0">Horatio Marksbury, James Graham,</p> +<p class="t0">J. H. Ray, and Isaac Pointer,</p> +<p class="t0">William Short, and Mason Pointer,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Baird,<sup><a href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup> and William Runyan,</p> +<p class="t0">Willis Pierce,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and Harvey Warren,</p> +<p class="t0">Andrew Adams,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and George Simpson,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_132">[132]</div> +<p class="t0">Samuel Hall,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> and Squire Wheeler,</p> +<p class="t0">James D. Nave, and George M. Kerby,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Enoch Lunsford,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> James D. Fletcher,</p> +<p class="t0">George A. Brown, and Campbell Shiplet,<sup><a href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">John Mulair, Elijah Simpson,</p> +<p class="t0">William Baker, and John Ryan,</p> +<p class="t0">William Scarbro,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> William Warren,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">James M. Temple,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> Daniel Herring,</p> +<p class="t0">Last, James Welsh, and Isaac Renfro.</p> +</div> +<h5>PRIVATE SOLDIERS IN CAPTAIN THORNTON HACKLEY’S COMMAND, +COMPANY G, FIRST KENTUCKY FEDERAL CAVALRY. +(See <a href="#hackley" id="hackleyl">page 94</a>.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">James O’Lynn, James Kern, B. Merrill,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Adkinson, John Asher,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Austin, John H. Burton,</p> +<p class="t0">Aleck Bland, Moreau B. Bruner,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Blake, and William Cooley,</p> +<p class="t0">John A. Dunn, and L. M. Elliott,</p> +<p class="t0">Alexander Hicks, Charles Cummings,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Hughes, and Gabriel Greenleaf,</p> +<p class="t0">Absalom Jeffries, and James Hammock,</p> +<p class="t0">John Mahar, and William Layton,</p> +<p class="t0">Alexander Ross, Charles Simpson,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Vaughn, and Daniel Miller,</p> +<p class="t0">W. M. Vaughn, and Thomas Murphy,</p> +<p class="t0">James B. Wall, and Edward Saddler,</p> +<p class="t0">James P. Speake, and Michael Purcell,</p> +<p class="t0">W. A. Stotts, and Sidney Tudor,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Kennedy, John Purcell,</p> +<p class="t0">William Hart, and D. R. Totten,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_133">[133]</div> +<p class="t0">John M. Anderson, A. Vincent,</p> +<p class="t0">William Sherod, and J. Harvey,</p> +<p class="t0">James F. Williamson, John Roberts,</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Fitch, John Hart, M. Teater,</p> +<p class="t0">C. S. Bland, James Ball, R. Elkin,</p> +<p class="t0">C. S. Buzd, and William Broaddus,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Austin, and John Campbell,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Doolin, Hebsom Layer,</p> +<p class="t0">Sidney Murphy, Marion Warren,</p> +<p class="t0">Humphrey Best, and Samuel Blackerly.</p> +</div> +<h5>COMPANY I., THIRD KENTUCKY CONFEDERATE CAVALRY, COMMANDED +BY CAPTAIN M. D. LOGAN. (See <a href="#logan" id="loganl">page 99</a>.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Oliver King, Joe Higganbotham,<sup><a href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Brown, John Higginbotham,</p> +<p class="t0">William Middleton, A. Doty,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Simon Engleman,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> Ross Comely,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Kennedy, John Farris,</p> +<p class="t0">Samuel Engleman, S. O’Bannon,<sup><a href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">John Stormes, John Brown, John Byers,</p> +<p class="t0">J. W. Brown, and T. L. Harris,</p> +<p class="t0">R. McGrath, and Robert Daniel,</p> +<p class="t0">R. L. Denton, Isaac Myers,</p> +<p class="t0">Francis Curtis, R. C. Farris,</p> +<p class="t0">Carroll Jennings, and Jack Thurman.</p> +</div> +<h5>GARRARD MEN IN COLONEL GRIGSBY’S REGIMENT.</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">Doctor William Pettus, Surgeon,</p> +<p class="t0">George S. Brown, and F. G. Peacock,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Simpson, and John Salter,</p> +<div class="pb" id="pg_134">[134]</div> +<p class="t0">J. A. Doty, and Mack. Adams,</p> +<p class="t0">C. L. Grimes, D. Rodney Adams,</p> +<p class="t0">John E. Smith, and. J. A. Doty,</p> +<p class="t0">Joseph Pettus, and John Alford,<sup><a href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">William Grimes, and Archie Denny,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Richards, O. P. Herring,</p> +<p class="t0">Then Green Brown, and Richard Alford,</p> +<p class="t0">William Embry,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> William Baughman.</p> +</div> +<h5>COMPANY E, THIRD KENTUCKY CONFEDERATE CAVALRY, +MICHAEL SALTER, CAPTAIN. (See <a href="#salter" id="salterl">page 100</a>.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">A. R. Pendleton, Jack Stagner,</p> +<p class="t0">Clayton Anderson, John Merritt,</p> +<p class="t0">Benjamin Ford, and T. M. Arnold,</p> +<p class="t0">Jacob Brown, and C. A. Finley,</p> +<p class="t0">Aleck Ray, and A. R. Harris,</p> +<p class="t0">William Terrill, and John Mitchell,</p> +<p class="t0">William Dismukes and James Thornton,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">James H. Jennings,<sup><a href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup> Louis Sutfield,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Jennings,<sup><a href="#fn_14">[14]</a></sup> W. H. Beazley,</p> +<p class="t0">Benjamin Jennings, Stirling Willis,</p> +<p class="t0">Gabriel Jennings, Alford Givens,</p> +<p class="t0">Russell Jennings, Michael Elkin,</p> +<p class="t0">Arabia Jennings, H. C. Buford,</p> +<p class="t0">Thompson Denton,<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup> Jennings Burton,</p> +<p class="t0">James W. Adams, and George Bettis,</p> +<p class="t0">A. B. Arnold, and John Beazley,</p> +<p class="t0">Butler Hudson, John G. Doty,</p> +<p class="t0">Jones L. Adams, and John Arnold,</p> +<p class="t0">Thomas Leavell, and John Royston,</p> +<p class="t0">Jesse Royston, and John Gardner.<sup><a href="#fn_12">[12]</a></sup></p> +</div> +<div class="pb" id="pg_135">[135]</div> +<h5>A LIST OF GARRARD COUNTY CONFEDERATES WHO JOINED COMMANDS ELSEWHERE. (See <a href="#confed" id="confedl">page 101</a>.)</h5> +<div class="verse"> +<p class="t0">J. L. Robinson, Jos. Burnside,</p> +<p class="t0">D. H. Arnold, Benjamin Tracy,</p> +<p class="t0">W. G. Dunn, and James McQuery,</p> +<p class="t0">W. McQuery, and Rush Elkin,</p> +<p class="t0">Bowen Jones, John Jones, James Hyatt,</p> +<p class="t0">James Jones, John Smith, and H. C. Thornton,</p> +<p class="t0">Anderson Jones, John Pierce, James Comely,</p> +<p class="t0">Benjamin Lear, and W. Campbell,</p> +<p class="t0">Robert Wall, S. King, John Patton,</p> +<p class="t0">H. T. Noel, and I. Curtis,</p> +<p class="t0">A. Montgomery, B. Mullins,</p> +<p class="t0">R. R. Noel, W. Owsley.</p> +<p class="t0">Dudley Akin, C. C. Miller.</p> +</div> +<div class="fnblock"> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_12" href="#fr_12">[12]</a></sup>Dead. +</div> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_13" href="#fr_13">[13]</a></sup>Killed at Vicksburg. +</div> +<div class="fndef"><sup><a id="fn_14" href="#fr_14">[14]</a></sup>Killed. +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="note2" title="Note by the Author."> +<h3>NOTE BY THE AUTHOR.</h3> +<p>The publication of the Song of Lancaster has been delayed +eighteen months in order to obtain the names of the Garrard +County Confederate soldiers. The author advertised extensively +with this view, and one hundred and twenty-seven names +have been procured. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Song of Lancaster, Kentucky + to the statesmen, soldiers, and citizens of Garrard County. + +Author: Eugenia Dunlap Potts + +Release Date: March 10, 2010 [EBook #31594] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SONG OF LANCASTER, KENTUCKY *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Stephen Hutcheson and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + THE + SONG OF LANCASTER, + KENTUCKY. + + + TO THE + STATESMEN, SOLDIERS, AND CITIZENS OF GARRARD COUNTY. + + BY + EUGENIA DUNLAP POTTS, + + MAY, 1874. + + CAMBRIDGE: + __Printed at the Riverside Press.__ + 1876. + + + + + NOTE. + + +The writer of the following little history has presumed to borrow the +peculiar style of versification from Longfellow's celebrated Song of +Hiawatha. + +She has carefully examined the records within reach for the facts of her +story. Should important omissions occur, it will be due to the meagerness +of existing evidence. + +May events so dear to hearts now at rest forever, be perpetuated in the +memory of the present generation. + + EUGENIA D. POTTS. + +Lancaster, _May, 1874._ + + + + + THE SONG OF LANCASTER. + + + + + CANTO I. + PRIMEVAL DAYS. + + + Hear a song of ancient story, + Of a city on a hillside, + Of the valleys all about it, + Of the forest and the wildwood, + Of the deer that stalked within it, + And the birds that flew above it, + And the wolves and bears around it, + Sole possessors and retainers + Of the silent territory. + Hear the song of its high mountains + Of its gushing rills and streamlets, + Of its leaping, rolling rivers, + Of the meadows still and lonely, + Of the groves all solitary, + Of the land of cunning fables. + Should you ask me of this city, + With its legends and its stories, + With its tales of peace and plenty, + With its tales of Indian warfare, + With its nights and days of watching, + With the camp-fires all a-gleaming, + And the white man's deadly peril, + I should answer, I should tell you, + 'Tis the city of Lancaster, + In the county we call Garrard, + In the State of old Kentucky, + In America, the nation + On the continent Northwestern, + Found by Christopher Columbus. + Once a tangled, gloomy woodland, + With the music of its rivers, + As they wound along the grasses, + With the singing of its birdlings, + As they flew among the maples, + With the hissing of its reptiles, + Crawling o'er the sylvan meadows, + With the growling of its wild beasts, + Lurking in the dells and caverns. + Angels gazed with pleasure on it, + On this Eden habitation, + On this work so calm and lovely; + On the moonlit, velvet carpet, + Where the fairies held their revels, + On the broad expanse of verdure, + With the sunbeams slanting o'er it, + On the rugged mountain eyrie, + Where the eagle reared her nestlings, + On the tiny brooks that trickled + Down the glens so cool and shaded. + Green and fresh the ferns and mosses, + Clinging close to rock and crevice, + Pure and bright the silver waters, + Dancing o'er the shelving limestone. + Angels saw and angels praised it, + For the gracious Spirit made it, + "Very good" the Spirit called it. + Happy valley! Peaceful shadows! + Glorious sunlight of an epoch, + Which the latter days can know not! + For the stride of man's progression + Desecrates these pristine beauties, + Bends these gorgeous land-scape beauties, + To his purposes of profit. + + And the cycle brought its changes, + As the moons were waxing, waning. + The still tract of virgin woodland, + Was invaded by the demon + That the sweet primeval ages + Soon were destined to encounter, + The remorseless Indian demon, + The bold red man of the forest. + Then the wigwam and the peace-pipe + Sent aloft the smoke of welcome, + Welcome to the roving brothers, + To the tribes that wandered restless, + To the sachem and the chieftain, + To the warrior and the maiden. + I have said the tribes invaded + The sweet haunts of Nature's children, + Of her birds and beasts and reptiles, + Of her rivers, rills, and streamlets; + Of her trees and flowers and grasses, + Yet the song of peace continued. + Peaceful still, yet no more silent; + For where man, with human passion, + Dwells in all this wide creation, + Strife is ever slumb'ring, waiting, + Waiting for the magic touchstone, + For the trouble he is born to, + "Trouble, as the sparks fly upward." + So there rose a reign of terror, + Of dismay and cruel bloodshed, + When the white man came among them, + The all-potent, dreaded pale-face, + He, another bold invader, + An usurper of the woodland. + When he came with might and fury, + And the hatchet was uplifted, + When the war-cry sounded louder, + And the wigwam smoked in ashes, + And the peace-pipe fell forever, + From the lips all stiff and gory; + And the sachem and the chieftain, + And the warrior and the maiden, + Fled for safety from the woodland, + Roaming restless, ever moving, + To the land of deer and bison, + To the rolling, grassy prairies, + To the distant unknown regions, + To the placid, broad Pacific, + To the setting of the sunlight. + + + + + CANTO II. + 1769-1796. + PIONEERS. + + + In the days my Muse is singing, + In the days of early settlers + On the "dark and bloody ground," there + Came a pioneer so famous + For his greatness and his goodness, + For his sterling sense of honor, + For his frame of strength and vigor, + For his nature, bold and hardy, + And his spirit, firm and steady, + That the annals of the nation, + The proud archives of the country, + Shout his name in stirring paeans, + Blazon forth his fame and glory, + From the rising to the setting + Of the sun he loved to follow. + Many days and nights he wandered + O'er the turf of good old Garrard, + Now in sight, perchance in hearing, + Of the birds and beasts and reptiles, + Roaming wild and roaming lonely, + In the groves of fair Lancaster. + Now in sight, perchance in hearing + Of the melancholy plover, + Of the bluebird's thrilling whistle, + Of the redbird's gentle chirping, + Of the blackbird's noisy chatter, + Of the whippoorwill's soft pleading, + And the ringdove's tender cooing. + All these sounds, I trow, were welcome, + To the pioneer hunter, + Daniel Boone, the practiced hunter. + On the plains and hills I'm singing, + He has pitched his tent at nightfall, + And has laid him down to slumber, + With his deerskin wrapped about him, + With his household gathered 'round him. + And the creatures of the woodland, + The dumb creatures of the forest, + At the noisy crack and flashing + Of his trusty, timeworn rifle, + Fell, the prey of man's dominion, + Formed his frugal fare and feasting. + All about the plains and hilltops, + Are his faded, sacred landmarks. + Let them linger, ever linger, + Faithful witnesses of honor; + For the hunter sleeps forever, + Daniel Boone, the sturdy hunter, + Daniel Boone, the early settler, + Sleeps beneath the waving bluegrass, + Sleeps among the hills of Benson, + On the river side at Frankfort. + + Other pioneers came hither, + Other white men sought the woodland, + When the red man fled to westward, + From the scenes so fierce and gory, + Where the tomahawk uplifted + Wrought such strife and havoc deadly. + And once more the axe is lifted, + And the monarchs of the forest, + Of the forest bought with bloodshed, + Fell with echoes loud and startling, + 'Mid the lonely hills and valleys. + And the white man built a city, + In the woodland once so peaceful, + In the woodland once so warlike, + Built a fair and goodly city, + 'Twas the city of Lancaster, + Yes, a stranger travelled westward, + From the land of trade and commerce, + Of William Penn and "loving brothers," + And the stranger's name was Paulding. + With his compass, chain, and log-book, + He marked out this modest city, + On the pattern of his birthplace, + And they christened it Lancaster. + And the county was called Garrard, + For the governor and statesman, + For James Garrard of Kentucky. + Seventeen hundred six and ninety + Saw the corner-stone implanted. + + And the cycle brought its changes, + As the moons were waxing, waning. + Paved streets and handsome houses, + Busy shops and tradesmen's houses, + Office, inn, and people's houses, + Cottage white and mansion costly, + Structures high and structures lowly, + Marked the once secluded valley, + Graced the once sequestered hillside. + By and by the streets were fashioned + From the model of McAdam, + And adorned the youthful city. + Richmond, Mulberry, and Paulding, + Danville, Lexington, and Water, + Stanford, Campbell, and Crab Orchard, + Were the windings of the city. + And the noisy hum of traffic, + And the roll of cart and carriage, + Told of barter and of bargain, + Told of human gains and losses, + Scared away the beasts and birdlings, + Locked and dammed and bridged the rivers, + Chained the rolling streams and rivers. + Schools were opened, where the people + Learned to read and write and cipher. + Coaches linked the growing city + With the busy world around it. + Youths and maidens joined in wedlock, + Parents knelt at family altars, + Children gamboled in the playgrounds, + Cats and dogs and cows and horses, + Swine and animals of burden, + Followed man, the master spirit, + And supplied domestic comfort. + Lawyers, doctors, merchants, traders, + Preachers, artisans, and idlers, + From afar and near flocked hither; + And the "continental coppers" + Were in speedy circulation. + Spinning, weaving, sewing, knitting, + Filled the women's dextrous fingers, + And the homespun and the linsey + Were the choice and boasted fabrics, + Furnished strong and useful garments, + In the day of early settlers. + Social gatherings were frequent, + 'Round log fires and tallow candles, + And the quaint old invitations + To some public house or "tavern," + Call a smile to faces modern; + "Come and join a square cotillon + At the hour of four precisely,"-- + Was the custom of the city, + Of the sensible young city. + Sights and sounds all strange and novel, + Filled the wood with unknown echoes; + Man, the civilized, wrought changes, + And the olden landmarks vanished. + + + + + CANTO III. + 1796-1812. + ANCIENT BUILDINGS. + + + More than threescore years are buried + With the ages long departed, + In the annals of Lancaster, + Of the city I am singing, + Since the place of law and justice, + Since the venerable forum, + The first court-house was erected. + Seventeen hundred eight and ninety, + Reads the record of the city. + Logs adorned its sides and summit, + Logs without and logs within it, + Building fashioned all so lowly, + That 'twas deemed unfit to linger + On its public, broad arena, + In the center of the township. + Down it fell one day thereafter, + (In eighteen hundred and eleven, + Of the ever moving cycle,) + And a nobler and a better, + Made of brick and stone and mortar, + Reared its ghostly head among us, + Reared its high and white cupola, + With its bell and towering belfry, + Clanging far and clanging nearer, + Tolling loud and tolling softly, + Ringing forth the day's proceedings. + Strangers, coming to the region + Of the city quaintly outlined, + Of its square, right-angle outlines, + Saw from hill-tops in the distance, + Saw from valleys and from lowlands, + This great pile of architecture, + In the central broad arena, + In the middle of the township. + Fence of stone with iron railing, + By and by extended round it, + Blooming locusts brown and lofty + Cast their cooling shadows o'er it. + On its rostrum men of power + Oft declaimed to judge and jury; + At its bar were earnest pleadings + For the erring and the guilty. + In its halls were panoramas, + Lectures, shows, and exhibitions, + All the public entertainments, + All the tragic and the comic, + All the festivals and music, + All the city's merry-making. + 'Round and 'round the gorgeous structure, + (Gorgeous in that generation,) + Stood in rows the public houses, + Primitive and unpretending; + But their tenants knew no others, + They were simple, frugal tenants, + They were happy in their folly. + + The year eighteen hundred, fifteen, + (Just beyond my canto's limits,) + Saw the good work of improvement, + Still progressing, moving forward, + Still advancing, ever onward. + In the suburbs of the city, + Rose a noted house of worship, + Large and generous in model, + Called Republican and holy, + Called Old Church in eras later, + Where all Christian sects might gather, + Save the Catholics, named Roman, + And the curious Shaking Quakers. + These might not be met as fellows, + By the followers of Jesus; + These were aliens from the sheepfold. + All around the sacred building, + Slept the dead, both high and lowly, + (For death came into the city,) + All around the sacred building, + Tombs and slabs of stone and granite, + Marked the resting of the sainted, + Marked the resting of the wicked, + Of the infant and the aged, + Of the slave and of the master, + Of the mourned, the loved departed. + And the Sabbath bells came pealing, + In sweet echoes on the breezes, + As the willing feet went weekly + To the worship of Jehovah. + + Nearer to the stirring places, + Near the thoroughfare of business, + In the active, growing city + I am chanting now in measures, + Was erected in this era, + In its earliest beginning, + Yet another famous building, + The Academy of Garrard. + Pile revered in ancient glory, + Pile renowned in modern story, + Ever honored Alma Mater + Of distinguished men and women. + Here the noble cause of learning + First received the great momentum + That has sent it rolling downward, + In the hands of willing helpers, + To the ages of the present. + Here on walls of polished plaster, + Were inscribed in myriad numbers, + Names of unforgotten heroes, + Names of genius and of talent, + Names beloved in social circles, + Names renowned on fields of battle, + Honored names in senate chamber. + And the sacred pile was cherished, + By each absent son and daughter. + Many years beyond this period, + (Well I ken the oft told story,) + On a sunny day in autumn, + When the leaves were "sere and yellow," + When the woods were melancholy, + There were little children clustered + In this notable old school-room; + There were little children striving, + For the prize-book and the medal, + Children conning words in triumph, + Down the line of b-a-baker, + Children frowning o'er the problems + Of the higher rules and text-books, + When a shadow crossed the doorway, + And there followed it, a stranger. + Then the children quickly started, + At the bidding of the teacher, + And in attitude of homage, + Gravely gazed upon the stranger. + On his venerable person, + On his hair all white and silvered, + On his brow all seamed and furrowed, + On his countenance so noble, + Gazed with looks of silent wonder. + He surveyed the group with pleasure, + He beheld them with emotion; + And his heart was touched within him, + All his spirit stirred within him, + At their prompt, respectful greeting, + At their attitude of welcome. + Turning then to front the teacher, + He said, "Madam, I am weary, + I am travel-worn and dusty, + I have wandered long and restless, + I have come from distant regions, + To behold this treasured school-house, + See again its wall all penciled, + With the names I well remember, + With the deeds of my school-fellows; + To review once more the playground, + Where my boyhood's days were merry; + Jackman's Cave, the pond, the meadow, + And the spring at Captain Baker's; + All these places I have trodden, + Where we played and where we skated, + Where we loved and where we quarreled, + Where we shouted joyous laughter, + Where we fought our little battles: + All these haunts of cloud and sunshine + Are so bright on mem'ry's pages." + Then he paused and looked about him, + But alas! the walls were covered, + Covered o'er with paper hangings, + Of the style so new and modern, + And the names were lost forever, + To the eyes of eager mortals, + To the gaze of wand'ring schoolmates. + Yet their impress e'er must linger, + Linger on till time shall sever + All the links this earth hath given, + All the tender links of feeling. + Alexander Bruce, the stranger, + Feasted well his eyes so faithful, + On the scenes long since familiar, + On the playground of his childhood. + He was one of many others, + Who have swelled the honored columns. + He returned with heart o'erflowing, + To the spot he fondly cherished, + And with pleasurable sadness + He now gazed upon the changes. + Change was wrought on all about him, + Change was wrought on all within him, + Yet the walls beloved were standing, + 'Mid the wreck of worlds beyond them, + Bearing witness to her children, + Standing monuments of witness. + And John Bruce, the great mechanic, + Was the brother of the stranger; + Was another noted scion + Of this noble house of learning. + To his genius of invention + Is the river world indebted + For the cutting of the sawyers, + Of the treach'rous snags and sawyers, + That were wont to plunge the steamer, + Boldly ploughing through the waters, + Into labyrinths of danger. + + Long the line of brave descendants, + Long the line of mental giants, + From this aged Alma Mater, + From this crumbling hall of science, + The Academy of Garrard. + + + + + CANTO IV. + 1812-1820. + SOLDIERS. + + + But the changing cycle moved on, + With the waxing, waning moonlight. + + 'Twas when European nations + Fell to quarreling and fighting + Over maritime dissensions, + That James Madison, the ruler + Of this glorious republic, + Felt the tread of foreign despots + On his loved and native country, + On the soil of peace and freedom, + And was driven to defend it. + For, these strange marauding parties + Ventured far from their dominion, + From their rightful sphere of labor, + From their proper place of warfare. + When a public proclamation + Called the people to the conflict, + Called the brave and hardy people + To unfurl the starry banner, + Mighty men of valor rose up, + At the cry, "To arms! To battle!" + For the seaports of the Union + Were blockaded by Great Britain, + By our alien mother country, + By the hostile British Islands. + Many battles, hot and bloody, + Many sieges and repulses, + Many victories and losses, + Stained the youthful nation's annals. + First at Queenstown, an engagement, + Then at Frenchtown on the Raisin; + Fights at York and Sackett's Harbor, + At Fort George and Chancey Island, + And at Williamsburg, Fort Erie, + Plattsburg, Bladensburg, Bridgewater, + And at Baltimore, the city + Lying eastward in the Union. + From eighteen twelve, to eighteen sixteen, + Troops were going forth to battle. + Then the final blow was given, + In the country stretching southward, + In the fair Louisiana, + In the land of sugar-planting, + Which the nation's gold had purchased, + In the sum of fifteen millions, + From the French in eighteen hundred. + And the New Orleans ship harbor, + On the yellow Mississippi, + Rolling swift its turbid waters, + To the distant, mighty ocean, + Was blockaded by the English, + By Lord Packenham, the leader + Of the brave and valiant English. + Andrew Jackson led the columns + Of Columbia, the Union; + And the enemy were routed, + In the South, were whipped and routed, + Thus the troubles terminated, + And the mighty men of valor, + Who had answered to the roll-call, + Who had joined the military, + Laid aside the sword and musket, + Put away the cap and feather, + And returned to ways of quiet, + To the quiet of the hearthstone. + There were generals and captains, + In the army and the navy, + There were colonels, there were majors, + There were officers and soldiers; + Men who went from farm and fireside, + Men who went from shop and ploughshare. + All the States rose up in answer + To the martial proclamation. + There were Pike and Brown and Chandler, + Boyd, Macomb, and Scott and Winder, + Dudley, Harrison, and Hampton, + Miller, Wilkinson, and Bainbridge, + Hull and Perry, Jones, Decatur-- + All these names adorn the record, + Mark the record of the contest. + And brave men from good old Garrard + Rallied to their country's standard, + And with spirits firm and steady, + Cheerful smiles and hearts undaunted, + Ready for the fitful changes, + Fortune's wheel was turning for them, + They put on their trusty armor, + And went forth to win or perish, + Went from Lancaster, Kentucky. + Captain Faulkner led to battle + Men and arms from Garrard county: + And the muster-roll is headed, + "Mounted Volunteer Militia, + Rendezvoused at Newport Barracks, + August, eighteen hundred thirteen." + Men who number nine and sixty, + In the stained and dusty archives, + Men who travelled near one hundred + Five and twenty miles to Newport. + Stephen Richardson, Lieutenant, + Meets us first upon the roll-call, + Isaac Renfro, next as Ensign, + Samuel Smith, and William Dunkard, + A. McQuea, and William Poor, + Rank as Sergeants next in order, + Then J. Nicholson, D. Perkins, + B. F. Smith, and William Truelove, + Are the Corporals, four in number; + For the Privates, see appendix, + In the chorus of my ditty. + Their commander's martial title, + Rose to General from Captain, + When the famous State militia + Held its reign in all the counties. + And 'twas thus with many others, + Of these veteran commanders. + + William Woods enrolled a column + Of the warriors of Garrard; + "Mounted Volunteer Militia, + Seventh Regiment,"--its title. + First is Thomas Brown, Lieutenant, + Then is Arthur Progg, Lieutenant, + Then comes Edward Beck as Ensign; + J--n Smith and W. Talbot, + Are the first and second Sergeants; + Sergeants third and fourth then follow, + Samuel Scott, S. Long, in order. + Joseph Brady and James Lackey, + J--s Brunt and C--s Silvers, + Are the Corporals, four in number. + Forty Privates are recorded, + At the closing of my cantos. + + Other soldiers went from Garrard, + Other citizens enlisted, + Of whose names no record lingers, + Save the register of mem'ry. + General William Jennings figured + In the battle on the Raisin; + And the soldier, Robert Elkin, + And our well-remembered Buford, + Are among the names familiar, + To the vet'rans of the city. + Michael Salter was Drum-major, + In the country's earlier struggle; + Was our one surviving scion, + Of the famous Revolution. + When their knell of death was sounded, + When they one by one went from us, + They were buried with the honors + Of the military calling; + They were followed to their resting + By the requiem fife of wailing, + By the muffled drum of sorrow, + By the solemn tramp of mourners, + By the fun'ral march of soldiers. + We are rearing brilliant guide-posts, + To the brave men of this era; + We are pointing to their actions, + With indelible mementos. + Thus may generations rescue + Sleeping heroes from oblivion; + May no recreant prove wanting, + In a sacred trust of homage. + Let the archives of the city, + The proud city of Lancaster, + Still perpetuate her warriors, + Still preserve her men of valor. + They are resting on their laurels, + In an everlasting quiet; + They have passed the rolling river, + To the armed hosts of heaven; + They have joined another Captain, + While we linger in the rearguard. + Yet their deeds are all emblazoned, + In the hearts they left behind them, + Hearts that gratefully award them + Tributes that shall never perish. + Fare ye well, ye gallant soldiers, + Who have fought our country's battles; + Whether soon or whether later, + Whether north or whether southern, + Whether east or west or foreign, + Ye have fought them well and bravely + In the ever changing cycle. + Bear, ye echoes, to our patriots, + Waft, ye breezes, our sad parting. + + + + + CANTO V. + 1820-1833. + STATESMEN. + + + We are looking down the vista, + Of two scores of years departed, + We are searching ancient data, + For the story of the decade-- + For the fourth decade recorded, + In the annals of Lancaster. + Peace and quiet leave no footprints + On the true historian's pages, + 'Tis in action we remember + The career of our forefathers. + In the chapters now unfolded, + Rare memorials await us; + Of the principal achievements, + And the men who made them famous, + Some have floated down unto us, + Some shall live forever with us. + Borne along the stream of fortune, + Carried downward through the driftwood, + Come the names of learned statesmen, + Come the lives of men of genius, + Who were offsprings of the city, + The young city on the hillside. + Men who served the state and county, + In the schools of jurisprudence, + In the halls of Legislature, + In the House and Senate Chamber, + On the bench and legal rostrum. + There are records of their sayings, + In the books that crowd upon us; + There are fragments of their writings + In this distant generation; + There are volumes of their wisdom, + There are codes of law and practice, + Doctrines pure and bold and upright, + Which have made their names undying. + + Standing first upon the columns, + Proudly distancing all rivals, + Is the veteran and jurist, + Is George Robertson, Chief Justice + Of the high court of Kentucky. + Born 'mid pioneer hardships, + Reared in schools of self-denial, + All his native force and vigor, + All his diplomatic talent, + From his youth to failing manhood, + Grew to giant strength and prowess, + Till he ably represented + Every gift the people tendered, + Till the honors of his era + Crowded thick and fast upon him. + Early sent away to Congress, + He became a rising member; + Soon his voice rang forth as Chairman + Of the famous Land Committee. + He was foremost on committees, + For improving territory; + For extending roads and railways, + All throughout the western nation; + For constructing modes of travel, + For uprooting mineral treasures, + For internal State improvement. + Sounded forth his clarion dicta, + In wise forms of litigation: + The Missouri Bill on Slav'ry, + Called the Compromise Restriction, + The Dred Scott and Home Law contest, + In the wrangles and debatings + Of the "Old Court" and the "New Court," + All discussions of importance, + Themes of grave and weighty import, + All the mighty law decisions, + Found his tongue a bold defender, + Found his pen a busy helper. + All his aims in legal science, + Tended to the vindication, + Tended to maintain the standard + Of the country's Constitution. + He was author, speaker, pleader, + Wrote the noted "Manifesto," + Wrote a score of learned essays, + Was the founder of the movement + Giving every man a refuge, + Giving poor and homeless laborers, + Peace and comfort at the fireside. + Ere his mighty frame was stricken + By the doom of pain and weakness, + He was offered many stations, + Full of public trust and glory; + He was proffered many titles + Of distinction and of honor. + Some he served with zeal unflagging, + Some he wore with conscious merit. + Others still, he waived with firmness, + Others still, he put behind him. + In eighteen hundred eight and twenty + He declined the nomination + For the Governor of Kentucky; + And the post of Secretary + Of the State, he soon vacated, + To pursue more arduous duties. + Chief among rejected honors, + Were, the governor's dominion + Of Arkansas Territory, + And the trust of foreign missions, + At Peru and at Colombia; + And a place among the jurists + Of the land's Supreme Tribunal, + Of the great judicial body, + At the nation's seat of power. + All along his pilgrim journey, + Are the thickly-showered laurels. + Now his days on earth are numbered, + As the sands are gently dropping-- + --Fourscore years and four their telling-- + Now his mighty brain is resting, + From the pressure of life's burdens, + May his end be as the twilight + Of a day replete with blessings; + May he fall asleep in Jesus, + With the Father's welcome plaudit, + "Thou hast been a faithful servant, + Enter into joys of heaven."[1] + + On the soil of Garrard county, + Lived another famous jurist, + Lived John Boyle, another member + Of the Lancaster triumvir, + Of the Letcher, Boyle, and Owsley-- + Triune band of legal heroes. + Born at Castle Woods, Virginia, + Seventeen hundred four and seventy + By and by he journeyed westward, + Settling near to Whitley's Station, + And in seventeen hundred eighty, + Emigrated thence to Garrard, + Where the sun went down upon him, + On his brilliant life of labor, + In eighteen hundred five and thirty. + Educated in the English, + In the Greek and in the Latin, + Taught the strict routine of science, + By the Rev'rend Samuel Finley, + He selected as his mission, + 'Mid his striving fellow-creatures, + The career of the lawyer; + And for sixteen years and over, + Stood among the highest jurists, + Was Chief Justice of Kentucky. + He declined a marked preferment, + In the ranks of politicians, + Choosing avenues of labor + Nearer home and happier duties, + Nearer scenes of calm retirement. + His decisions when Chief Justice + Meet the eyes of his successors, + Furnish precept and example, + State Reports, in fifteen volumes, + Give the purity and firmness + Of a day when vice and bribery, + Pettifogging and corruption, + Strategy and self-promotion, + Clouded not the patriot's vision. + + Our renowned Judge William Owsley, + Representative and jurist, + Lawyer, legislator, ruler, + Has a record full of glory, + From his youth to his departure + From the stage of human striving. + Boyle and Mills and Owsley, colleagues, + With George Robertson, associate, + In the "Old Court" revolution, + Which endangered brave Kentucky + With dark anarchy and ruin, + Steered the state-craft o'er the breakers, + Stood unshaken 'mid the billows, + Saved the honored Constitution + From fierce partisans and wranglers. + Owsley's firm administration, + From the bench and bar judicial, + In the governor's chair of power, + Comes in heraldry unsullied, + On the banner of the contest, + Of the pen and diction contest, + Mightier than the sword of battle. + He reduced the annual bugbear, + The state debt, so long amassing, + And devoted all his efforts + To the Commonwealth's advantage. + In eighteen hundred two and sixty, + He laid down his useful manhood, + In the dust of lasting greatness, + At his home in Boyle county. + Long his psalm of life be chanted, + Long his earnest work remembered, + Long the sand retain his footprints, + Dust of dust, to earth returning. + + R. P. Letcher was a lawyer, + In his native county, Garrard, + In the city of Lancaster, + Till the year of eighteen forty, + When he rose up by election + To the Governor's high office. + Advocate and bold defender + Of the popular Whig party, + He was prominent in Congress, + In Kentucky Legislature, + Ruled the district of Arkansas, + Went to Mexico in office, + Served at home and foreign stations. + Full of genial, pleasant humor, + Anecdote and social temper, + He left many mourning comrades, + When he ended all his labors + At his residence in Frankfort, + Eighteen hundred one and sixty. + + William Jordan Graves, another + Of our citizens illustrious, + Is entitled to position, + In my melody of heroes. + He was lawyer by profession, + Went from Louisville to Congress, + And was actor in a drama, + As romantic as 'twas gloomy. + Mr. Cilley from New England, + Challenged Webb to mortal combat, + Webb, the editor, to fight him, + To atone for printed libel. + Webb declined the doubtful honor + Of becoming human target, + And on Mr. Graves, his second, + Fell the duty of the duel. + His antagonist, a marksman + Of accomplished skill and practice, + Yielding up the choice of weapons, + Whether pistol, dirk, or sabre, + Graves, a novice in the science, + Promptly risked his chance for living, + On the tried Kentucky rifle. + H. A. Wise of old Virginia, + Was the other chosen second, + Formed a member of the party, + Met at dawn in mortal combat. + Cilley fell at Graves's first fire, + The old rifle did its duty; + And a fellow-man lay rendering + Up the penalty of rashness. + George D. Prentice of the "Journal," + Louisville editor and punster, + Called the tragical encounter + Very _Grave_, un _Wise_, and _Cilley_. + All the city on the hillside + Was in sympathy united, + And extended cordial welcome + To her wand'ring son and hero, + When he came among his people, + Eighteen hundred nine and thirty. + At the Mason House a dinner + Was prepared to do him honor, + All his comrades will remember + How they met to do him homage. + In eighteen hundred forty-seven, + When the soldiers of the city + Came from Mexico in safety, + Came among us with rejoicing, + A grand barbecue was given + In the wood of Gabriel Salter, + Mr. Graves, the chosen speaker, + On the glorious occasion. + + Samuel McKee, the elder, + Was thro' many years distinguished + For his services as statesman, + Was conspicuous in office, + Was a gifted, brilliant member + Of a family of statesmen, + Of a family of soldiers, + Of superior men of talent. + One of Buena Vista's heroes, + Lying 'neath the sod at Frankfort, + 'Neath the battle shaft of marble, + On Kentucky river's margin, + Was a son of this great lawyer,-- + Colonel William R. McKee, a + Gallant sacrifice to courage. + + A. A. Burton's name now meets us, + On the roll of public servants, + He, a living illustration + Of the might of patient progress. + With a mind of varied talent, + With a keen perceptive power, + With true pride and high ambition, + He endowed his human storehouse, + He provided ample weapons + For the world's unsafe arena, + For "the bivouac" of fortune. + He was lawyer, Police Judge, and + In Dacotah Territory + Was appointed Judge and ruler. + In Lincoln's administration, + Was assigned a foreign mission, + At Colombia Republic; + And was sent as Secretary + Of the recent expedition + To the shores of San Domingo. + + Other leading men among us, + Have been tendered foreign duty, + Have declined the proffered honors, + Have been popular home magnates. + These celebrities we number + With the country's highest talent; + They, with lesser lights, illumined + Our ambition's broad horizon; + These and they, our master spirits, + Our auspicious hillside leaders, + Offspring of the young Lancaster, + Hers by birth or by adoption. + Strong the cord of native friendship, + Firm the bond of common birthright, + Binding close the city's children, + Linking all her sons together. + Waning moons have well attested, + Moving cycles, borne the triumphs + Of her statesmen and her rulers, + Of her public men and heroes. + Her municipal directors, + Her trustees and regulators, + Her attorneys and her judges. + Her executive comptrollers, + Her ambassadors, electors, + And her delegates intrusted, + Her mechanics and inventors,-- + _All_ her thinkers and her actors, + Join in fellowship untarnished, + Stand united in distinction. + + +[1]Judge Robertson died at his residence in Lexington in July, 1874. + + + + + SUPPLEMENT TO CANTO V. 1875. + MISCELLANEOUS DATES. + + + From stray fragments and traditions, + From authenticated pages, + From all evidence existing, + We transcribe the names of brothers + Who have served our state and county + In divergent fields of labor; + Who have lent their minds and bodies + To the profit of their fellows. + Stubborn facts and dates and figures, + Chime not smoothly in my measure, + Straggling history makes angles, + Which do sharply turn my canto-- + Which transform my major canto + Into strains of minor music. + Yet the story must be perfect, + Of the city on the hillside; + Still the awkward miscellany + Must awake my bard to chanting + All the song of fair Lancaster. + 'Twas in seventeen hundred eighty, + That there came from old Virginia + To the west, a gifted preacher, + Lewis Craig, a Baptist preacher, + Who became a valiant champion + Of that church in Garrard county. + Gilbert's Creek, his chosen station, + Was the scene of great revivals, + And his voice proclaimed the Gospel, + Till its tones were hushed forever. + + In seventeen hundred nine and ninety, + Nathan Hall, a Presbyterian, + Came to labor for the Master, + In this section of Kentucky. + + Nathan Rice was born in Garrard, + A strict follower of Calvin, + In his doctrines of religion; + Was a zealous, constant worker, + In the vineyard of salvation, + In the field of controversy, + As debater and reviewer, + Both as pastor and as author, + Labored hard and labored steady. + The debate on modes of baptism, + Sprinkling, pouring, or immersion, + Held with Alexander Campbell, + Caused unlimited excitement + All throughout the Christian churches, + Made a stir and nine days' wonder, + Throughout all denominations. + Universalism doctrine, + And the justice of slaveholding, + Formed two other grave discussions + In the great divine's career. + Dr. Rice is still devoting + His enfeebled voice and gesture + To the Gospel proclamation; + Furrowed brow and locks of silver + Give the glory of religion, + In a portrait true and tender, + Speaking fluent words and holy, + Telling still the "old, old story." + Every prominent position, + In the gift of flock or pastor, + Has been his to grace and honor, + In the field of Christian labor. + + J. L. McKee, D. D., proclaimer + Of the Gospel revelation, + Gathers penitents unnumbered + To the mercy-seat of Jesus, + Gathers multitudes of brothers, + In the strait way of salvation. + Earnest, eloquent and faithful, + Heart and mind and will are ready, + Ready by devoted study, + Ready by Divine assistance, + By the milk of human kindness, + By the grace of gentle warning, + For evangelizing sinners, + For converting souls from error. + Holding Presbyterian tenets, + Orthodox in Scotland's canons, + He proclaims a dying Saviour, + Points a crucified Redeemer, + Urges love among all brethren, + As his rule of faith and practice, + As his bulwark of dependence, + As the channel of redemption + For rebellious, wayward mortals. + Gifted orator and teacher, + Chastened learner and disciple, + May his thrilling exhortations, + May his zealous admonitions, + Long resound in old Kentucky, + Long reecho in Lancaster. + + + + + STATISTICS. + + + SENATORS. + + From eighteen four, to eighteen hundred + Four and seventy, were statesmen + Sent to represent Lancaster, + In the senate of Kentucky. + First, in eighteen four, James Thompson, + Eighteen six, came William Bledsoe, + Eighteen nine, was Thomas Buford, + Then in eighteen twelve, John Faulkner, + Eighteen thirty-two W. Owsley, + Samuel Lusk, in four and thirty, + In fifty-nine, George Denny, Senior. + + + HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES. + + In the House the hillside city + Was in numbers represented + From among the early settlers, + To the present generation. + Thomas Kennedy, elected, + Seventeen hundred nine and ninety, + Then John Boyle in eighteen hundred, + Eighteen one, came Henry Pawling, + Eighteen two, was Stephen Perkins, + Next, in eighteen three, James Thompson, + Eighteen five, came Abner Baker, + Eighteen six, came Thomas Buford, + Samuel McKee in eighteen nine, and + William Owsley, eighteen eleven: + Then in eighteen twelve, John Yantis, + Eighteen thirteen, Samuel Johnson, + Eighteen fourteen, Robert Letcher, + Eighteen fifteen, came James Spillman, + Eighteen twenty-one Ben. Mason, + Then George Robertson, in eighteen + Two and twenty, was elected. + Twenty-seven, R. McConnell. + Eighteen hundred eight and twenty + Simeon Anderson next followed, + Nine and twenty, Tyree Harris, + One and thirty, Jesse Yantis, + Eighteen thirty-two, John Jennings, + Alex. Sneed, in three and thirty, + Eighteen thirty-five, George Mason, + A. G. Daniel, nine and thirty, + George R. McKee, in one and forty, + Jennings Price, in three and forty, + Forty-four, went Grabriel Salter, + Eighteen forty-five, W. Mason, + Horace Smith, in forty-seven, + Forty-eight, La Fayette Dunlap, + John B. Arnold, eighteen fifty, + Fifty-four, George W. Dunlap, + Joshua Dunn, in five and fifty, + William Woods, in fifty-seven, + Fifty-nine, went Joshua Burdett, + Alex. Lusk, in one and sixty, + Sixty-three, went John K. Faulkner, + Sixty-five, went Daniel Murphy, + William J. Lusk, in sixty-seven, + Seventy-one, went William Sellers. + Reelected, three and seventy. + + + MEMBERS OF CONGRESS. + + First, John Boyle was sent to Congress, + From eighteen three to eighteen nine; then + Samuel McKee, to eighteen seventeen; + Then George Robertson, till twenty; + R. P. Letcher next, from twenty + To eighteen hundred three and thirty. + From thirty-nine to eighteen forty, + Simeon H. Anderson was chosen; + From sixty-one to three and sixty, + George W. Dunlap served the session, + Called to quell the civil troubles, + By pacific intervention. + + + JUDGES. + + John Boyle and William Owsley, + And George Robertson, were Judges + Of the Appellate Court at Frankfort. + Samuel Lusk, George R. McKee, and + Samuel McKee, and Mike H. Owsley, + Form the list of Circuit Judges + Of the Eighth Judicial District. + County Judges, five in number; + James H. Letcher, first in order, + Nicholas Sandifer, the second, + Third, James Patterson elected, + Fourthly, comes George Denny, Junior, + Last is William McKee Duncan. + Police Judges are as follows: + First, T. Gresham heads the list, then + Hugh McKee and Allan Burton, + James McKee and Louis Phillips, + R. Grinnan and W. M. Duncan. + George Denny, Junior, M. H. Owsley, + Served as Commonwealth's Attorney. + + + CLERKS. + + William A. Bridges, Benjamin Letcher, + A. R. McKee, and W. J. Landram, + W. D. Hopper, E. D. Kennedy, + John K. Faulkner, now in office, + Are the Circuit Court Recorders. + County clerks were Benjamin Letcher, + A. McKee, and W. B. Mason, + James H. Smith, and W. J. Landram, + J. W. West and W. H. Wherritt. + + + POSTS OF HONOR. + + Of our Territorial Judges,-- + R. P. Letcher, in Arkansas, + A. A. Burton, in Dacotah. + Foreign Missions,--R. P. Letcher, + Went to Mexico in office; + A. A. Burton, to Colombia, + R. C. Anderson, Colombia, + And to Panama in service. + A. R. McKee, to Panama, was + Sent as Consul for a season. + + + MEMBERS OF BAR. + 1820-1875. + + S. McKee and R. P. Letcher, + George Robertson, M. V. Grant, and + James McCoy, and W. G. Mullins, + S. H. Anderson, John Boyle, and + W. Mattingly, John McMillan, + Thomas Chilton, and Charles Talbott, + Samuel Lusk, and W. P. Bryant, + Jesse Woodruff, John G. Totten, + R. D. Lusk, and S. T. Mason, + George W. Dunlap, A. A. Burton, + Alex. Robertson, H. Bruce, and + Levi Blanton, Lewis Landram, + W. Kincaid, and Alex. Aldridge, + A. G. Stephenson, B. F. Graham, + Bascom Brown, and Dudley Denton, + L. B. Cox, J. Smith, Joshua Burdett, + Alex. Lusk, and Thomas Wilbur, + M. L. Rice, and George F. Burdett, + Horace Smith, and L. F. Dunlap, + W. C. Samuel, Charles E. Bowman, + A. R. McKee, and W. J. Landram, + Samuel McKee, and T. McQuery, + George R. McKee, and W. B. Mason, + S. T. Corn, and Phil. P. Barbour, + R. McKee and W. D. Hopper, + James A. Anderson, W. J. Lusk, and + Theodore Bailey, and George Hatch, and + R. M. Bradley, B. F. Burdett, + W. O. Bradley, H. T. Noel, + Harrison Wilds, and M. H. Owsley, + W. M. Duncan, William Herndon, + R. L. Tomlinson, Matt. Walton, + George Denny, Junior, H. C. Kauffman. + + + PHYSICIANS. + + J. V. Gill, and R. McConnell, + A. Edmonson, B. F. Rhoton, + William Gill, and Benjamin Mason, + George B. Mason, L. M. Buford, + Joseph Smith, and W. A. Downton, + J. P. Burton, B. F. Duncan, + J. S. Pierce, and W. H. Pettus, + Alex. Hann, and Lewis Mullins, + Anthony Hunn, and Samuel Letcher, + David Bell, and Harvey Baker, + Jennings Price and Abner Baker, + L. B. Hudson, Jos. P. Letcher, + William Cooke, and Hartford Peters, + Charley Fox, and Houston Jackman, + O. P. Hill, and William Jennings, + Thomas Craig, John Craig, George Givens, + Johnson Price, and M. D. Logan, + Edward Cooke, and S. L. Burdett, + William Bush, and William Huffman, + Lastly, Dr. H. C. Herring, + Are the city's Esculapians. + + We have merchants and mechanics, + Who supply the world of commerce, + We have artisans, and farmers, + Who are thriving, noble workers, + Men whose names are as the legions, + As they toil in honest labor. + We have literary talent, + We have preachers and professors, + We have poets and musicians, + Gallant sons and blooming daughters; + We have statesmen, we have soldiers, + In the halls and in the battles; + Even out upon the ocean, + Has the city's fame extended; + In the navy as the army, + Have her offspring been promoted; + Every path may claim her children, + Every sphere in life, a foll'wer, + Every scroll of fame, a column. + Cicero Price became a seaman, + Went to cruise upon the waters, + Rose to Commodore in service, + And sustained his proud position, + Through the shifts of fickle fortune. + Let each heart enshrine a volume + Of our honest, upright brothers; + Let the story of Lancaster, + Brush aside the dust and ashes, + Clear away the clogs and brake-wheels, + Come forth as the sun at noonday, + With her hearts and hands unsullied, + With her banner folds untarnished. + + + + + CANTO VI. + 1833. + CHOLERA. + + + We have sung the hillside city + In the wilds of old Kentucky, + In the fruitful, blue-grass region, + In its central rich location. + We have sung its days of beauty, + From the hands of the Creator; + Of its innocence and quiet, + Ere the foot of man had pressed it; + We have sung its days of progress + Since the first rude cot was fashioned; + We have sung its days of pleasure + 'Mid its households and its people; + We have sung its days of profit + In the gain of cents and dollars; + Days of rustic simple manners, + Days of industry and labor, + Days of glory and of triumph, + Days of pride and exultation. + Now, there came a fatal era, + When the busy hum of traffic + Filled no more the stirring places; + When the noisy roll of carriage + Ceased to sound along the pavements, + And the death cart's slow procession + Told of woe and desolation, + Told of pestilence and danger, + Told of cottages all empty, + And of mansions grim and silent, + Of the hearthstones all deserted, + All the happy, quiet hearthstones. + In this sad and fearful era, + In the year of eighteen hundred + Three and thirty, came a despot, + More oppressive in his power + Than the hosts of foreign armies, + More insatiate in his passion + Than the simoon of the desert. + Came a despot whose invasion + Struck the heart all dumb with terror, + Drove the people, panic-stricken, + From the homes so neat and tasteful, + From the places dear and sacred, + To the refuge of the country, + To the refuge of the mountain, + To the refuge of the valley,-- + Anywhere for life and safety + From the grim, pursuing monster. + 'Twas the cholera of Asia, + Laying hands upon the city. + 'Twas this skeleton so ghastly, + With its breath of foul miasma, + With its desolating vengeance, + With its greedy, fatal cravings, + Laying hands upon the city. + And the doomed victims yielded + To the swift-distilling poison; + White and black and high and lowly, + Fell beneath the sweeping scythe-blade. + On the air was borne the crying + Of the hurrying, the fleeing, + Through the air the sad lamenting + Of the helpless and deserted, + Cries of anguish and of terror, + Wails of suff'ring and despairing. + Some brave souls remained in peril, + 'Mid this notable hegira; + Some remained with Spartan courage, + And the enemy confronted; + Some fell, martyrs in the struggle, + When their task of love was ended. + B. F. Duncan, kind physician! + Stood his post a valiant soldier, + Never faltered, never wavered, + While his duty lay before him; + Stood forth bold for his profession, + Stood forth friend and nurse and doctor. + But his skill and his devotion + Could not terminate the death-list, + Could but palliate the anguish, + Could but soothe the dying victim. + Mournful sights were his to witness + In the lone, deserted village; + Painful scenes he long remembered, + In the still, plague-stricken city. + From the news sheets of the era, + The "Kentuckian" or the "Journal," + (Early chronicles established + In the city of Lancaster), + We may glean the sad statistics, + Glean the names of some who suffered, + Suffered death from the invader, + From the cholera Asiatic. + May the list awake a tear-drop + At the sounds once so familiar. + William Cooke and A. McDaniel, + D. McKee and William Pollard, + Seymour Gice and Mrs. Woodruff, + Thomas Pratt and Charles S. Bledsoe, + Doctor William Gill, E. Sartain, + Robert Gill and James G. Tillett, + Mrs. Gill and Mrs. Gresham, + Then Ray Smith and Mrs. Tillett, + Mrs. Anderson, J. Aldridge, + Mary Crooke and J. Vanmeter, + Nancy Bland and Joseph Evans, + Miss E. Gill and Daniel Bledsoe, + Mr. Parks and Mrs. Jennings, + Mrs. Parks and Patience Wilmot, + J. V. Gill and Mrs. Aldridge, + Mrs. George and David Sutton, + Patience Crow and Mrs. Reynolds, + Mary Robertson, John Bryant, + Mrs. Dunn, James Pope then follow. + Next come Mrs. Pratt, John Pollard, + E. McKee and Ruth A. Evans, + Frederick Hutchison, Ben. Letcher, + G. W. Thompson, Mary Woodruff, + S. S. Wilmot, William Lillard, + Joseph Woodruff and "two strangers," + Lastly, Alexander Collier, + And "five children," are recorded. + Sixteen days the grim destroyer + Scourged our city on the hillside, + The sad city of Lancaster. + And the dead, one hundred sixteen, + White and black, were laid to slumber, + Laid to rest from toil forever, + In the old, neglected graveyard. + It was not so old in those days; + Flowers bloomed upon the hillocks, + Blossoms waved among the grasses; + Now, sweet flowers of remembrance, + Live among the few survivors + Of that sleeping generation; + Live with those whose hearts are faithful + To the victims of the death-knell, + Of the fatal epidemic + Of eighteen hundred three and thirty. + + And the changing cycle moved on, + As the moons were waxing, waning. + + Turn we now from pictures ghastly, + For the hand of God is lightened; + Sing no longer mournful dirges, + For the earth is glad and merry; + Let the requiems rest silent + In the lull of deep thanksgiving. + For the wrath of heaven is lifted, + Lifted from the rescued city. + Gone, the sound of rolling death-cart, + Hushed, the ringing, tolling belfry, + Still, the bier and gloomy shovel, + Still, the idle, listless sexton. + Other days of anxious watching + Followed, one or two years later; + Days when fierce, destructive fevers + Darkened many homes with mourning.[2] + Yet the citizens are happy + In this season of glad respite; + Now the people of the township + Open wide the doors of welcome + To the long-abandoned firesides; + Open now the shop and office + To the artisan and student; + Active now the hands long folded + From the busy round of labor, + And the fields of grain and verdure + Wave once more beneath the sunlight. + Fields of corn and wheat and barley, + Fields of oats and rye and clover, + Fields of hemp and of tobacco, + All the products and the grasses + Spring again to life and beauty. + Let us sing no more lamenting + For the boon of life is granted, + Swell the choral hallelujah + To the Giver of all blessings, + To the Guardian of our fortunes, + The great Healer of diseases, + Our Preserver from disaster, + Our Physician and our Father, + The beneficent Jehovah, + Who hath stayed the scourge's power, + Who hath stilled the epidemic + Of eighteen hundred three and thirty. + + +[2]What was known as the Lancaster fever prevailed in 1835. A fatal fever + also visited Lancaster in 1836, caused by the grading of the public + square. Dr. Luther Buford discovered the origin of the malaria and + wrote a thesis upon the subject. + + + + + CANTO VII. + * * * 1838. + MILITIA. + + + 'Twas a custom of the nation, + Of this grand united nation, + In the days I now am chanting, + Eighteen hundred eight and thirty, + That the military people + In the towns and in the cities, + In the villages and counties, + Should parade in drills and musters, + With the drum and fife to lead them; + Should at stated times and seasons + Herald forth their martial columns; + Should, with powder and with flint-lock, + Learn to battle and to conquer, + Learn the tactics of the army. + Brigade drills, battalion musters, + And an annual encampment, + Took in officers and soldiers, + Men of strong and wiry muscle, + Men from twenty-one and upwards, + To the age of five and forty. + 'Twas in eighteen twenty-seven + That John Jennings was commander + Of the elite Light Horse Company. + Captain Travis Dodd succeeded, + And along the years that follow, + To the Sabine Volunteers, in + Eighteen hundred six and thirty, + Captain John A. Price, commander, + There were other noted heroes. + But the incident my canto + Now attunes to hum'rous mention, + Had its birth one fair October, + Eighteen hundred eight and thirty. + Colonel William Stein commanded + The renowned Cornstalk Militia, + Of the county of old Garrard, + Near the city of Lancaster. + None but officers might join them, + Colonels, Majors, and Lieutenants, + Captains, Corporals, and Sergeants; + Only officers were mustered, + In the regimental phalanx. + Stein was large and he was burly, + Was among the "sons of Anak," + Made a Captain by Dame Nature, + In his giant-sized proportions, + Made a Colonel by his merits, + By his lofty aspirations. + But the county-seat of Garrard, + The ambitious, inland city, + Sent a popular petition, + To the capital at Frankfort, + To the legislative rulers, + For an Act incorporating + Their militia into Guardsmen. + And forthwith their prayer was granted, + Quickly granted by the rulers. + See them now, the dashing Guardsmen, + With their youthful men all mustered, + With their uniform so dainty, + With white pants and true-blue jackets, + With their bayonets and muskets, + All their jaunty sails and rigging! + By and by their martial exploits, + By and by their bold pretensions, + Won a challenge from the Cornstalks, + The redoubtable militia, + From the band of Regimentals, + Now encamped upon the river, + From the fearless giant Colonel, + To appear in his dominions. + John A. Flack, the warlike Captain + Of the brave and youthful Guardsmen, + Was not then within the city, + Was not then at post of duty; + And his men were in disorder, + Were all scattered in confusion. + But they soon began to rally, + On one fair October evening, + Rally 'round their platoon leaders, + Ready to accept the challenge. + Of their number was a stranger, + An adopted son of Garrard, + Who was light and lithe of person, + Who was full of life and vigor, + Who had visited the city, + The good city of Lancaster; + Who had joined her sports and pastimes, + Eager for the hour's amusement, + Ever foremost in adventure; + And the stranger's name was Dunlap, + And his home was in Lafayette. + He was one of twenty-seven, + Who advanced on the Militia, + At the silent hour of midnight; + Who attacked the Regimentals, + Near the bridge across Dix River, + In the county we call Lincoln; + Who invaded the dominions + Of the annual encampment, + On the fair October evening, + Eighteen hundred eight and thirty. + Sweetly rest the noble Cornstalks, + On their arms are calmly sleeping, + Resting on their arms by moonlight, + Resting, ignorant of danger. + Bright the ever-shifting heavens, + Dark the trees and woodland shadows, + 'Round the band of Regimentals, + Near the river-bridge of Lincoln. + Gently came the night besiegers, + Softly marched the twenty-seven, + When a sharp, out-standing picket + Sounded forth the note of warning, + With his damp and rusty weapon, + Blazoned forth the call of danger, + With the snapping of his musket. + Quick the camp is in commotion. + "To arms!" "To arms!" shout the Militia, + The surprised and sleepy Cornstalks. + And the men run hither, thither + In a search for the assailants, + When a noise of tramping horses, + Through the river-bridge, attracts them. + 'Twas a feint arranged beforehand, + To delude the Regimentals, + And they dashed on to the outskirts, + Dashed the wild, bewildered Cornstalks, + In a wayward false direction. + The young Guards meanwhile crept onward, + Softly crept to camp behind them: + Four platoons of jolly Guardsmen, + March and counter-march upon them, + Fire blank cartridges among them, + Lighting up the woods around them; + Thrust the bayonets dull before them, + March and counter-march in order, + Fire and load again the flintlocks, + Till the woodland fairly blazes. + In one of these illuminations, + Dunlap saw the foe approaching, + Coming 'round to flank the columns + Of the bold midnight invaders. + Then he ordered forth his platoon, + To cut off the brave Militia, + To arrest the flanking Cornstalks, + When pell-mell fell all together, + In the hard-contested battle. + But the weak, outnumbered Guardsmen, + --Some among the twenty-seven-- + Soon were caught and held in capture, + Soon were dragged within the circle + Of the annual encampment. + All the others scampered swiftly, + Scampered off in each direction, + Struggling, seeking to escape them, + Fleeing from the Regimentals. + Dunlap found himself confronted + By a single Lincoln Cornstalk, + (Dr. Huffman, a "Militia,") + Who essayed at once to take him. + Hand-to-hand in duel comic, + They careered with flintlocks rusty, + They embraced with bayonets blunted, + Dunlap all the while retreating, + Huffman all the while pursuing, + Till a wide ravine arrested, + Stopped their wild, ferocious progress. + Not for long the pause, however; + Dunlap, lithe of limb and active, + Sprang across the yawning chasm, + Huffman, chasing, fell within it, + Rolling down the steep embankment. + Then young Dunlap, still escaping, + Running from his checked pursuer, + Saw before him in the pathway + Another hand-to-hand encounter. + It was Stein, the burly Colonel + Of the conquering Militia; + It was Stein disarming Paddy, + Irish Paddy of the Guardsmen; + Stein disarming Surgeon Buford, + Of the Lancaster Battalion. + Lucky moment for the Guardsmen, + All their men were lost but fourteen, + Fourteen men of twenty-seven; + But the man that sent the challenge, + The bold Colonel of the Cornstalks, + Was divided from his soldiers, + Was a helpless prey before them. + Taking in the situation, + Gaming courage with good fortune, + Dunlap plunged at once to aid them, + Aid the surgeon and the private, + And when three to one in number, + To arrest the burly Colonel. + Then they clinched and fell and struggled, + Then they fought and rolled and rallied, + And arose but ne'er released him, + Till the man that sent the challenge + Was compelled to cry surrender. + "I surrender, _but don't duck me_," + Pleaded hard the gallant Colonel. + And the victors, showing mercy, + Gathered up the scattered Guardsmen, + Fourteen men of twenty-seven, + And proceeded home in triumph, + Took their captive to the city, + To the slumb'ring, quiet city, + To Lancaster on the hillside. + But the scattered Guards, returning + Through the river-bridge at midnight, + Scared and startled Dunlap's posse, + At the moment of their vict'ry, + Scared and startled Stein's besiegers, + Till they fled across the fences, + Till they dared not bear their captive + O'er the dangerous moonlit highway. + On and on the captors wandered, + Wandered over brush and briers, + Stumbling on through creeks and by-ways, + Climbing hills and wading gullies, + Sometimes running, sometimes halting, + Till the men were all exhausted, + All but Dunlap and his captive. + Paddy fell out by the wayside, + Buford lagged behind to nurse him; + Some lay down beside their muskets, + Giving up the vain exertion; + Some were nerved to struggle onward, + Eager to proclaim the tidings; + But the pris'ner tried to tire them, + In the deviating pathways, + In the windings of the by-ways, + He endeavored to elude them, + Till his giant-sized proportions + Yielded to the boyish runners, + Till his strategy and ruses + Were outwitted by the youngsters. + And the fair October morning + Was just peeping o'er the hill-tops + Of victorious Lancaster, + When the tramp of full two hundred + Broke upon the early watches; + When two hundred men, exultant, + Started forth in marching columns, + With the drum and fife resounding, + Started forth to meet the victors. + (For, a captured Guard, escaping + From the annual encampment, + From the heedless Regimentals, + Near the bridge in Lincoln county, + Had proceeded to the city, + While the moonlight yet was waning, + Had aroused the sleeping townsmen + With the herald of the vict'ry.) + And the troops went out to meet them, + Went to meet the Guards returning, + _Eight_ alone of twenty-seven. + And the doorways of the city, + All the windows of the city, + Sounded forth huzzas and shoutings, + While the handkerchiefs were waving, + Flags-of-truce, their white unfurling. + Nearer came the weary Guardsmen, + Hatless, spurless, weary Guardsmen, + With white pants, alas! all muddy; + Torn and soiled the true-blue jackets, + Scratched and worn the hands and faces. + But the great crest-fallen captive, + Was in plight both sad and comic! + With his red bandana nightcap + Wound about his head so lordly, + With his armless sleeping-jacket + Hanging on his martial figure, + He was borne aloft in triumph, + To the court-house of the city, + To the central public building, + In the middle of the city. + Then they honored him with feasting, + Served him well with cheering viands, + And they clad his martial figure + In a military outfit. + Golden crests upon the shoulders, + Gilded buttons down the vestings, + Brand-new hat and boots all shining, + Spotless coat and handsome trappings,-- + These they gave the fallen hero, + Gave the helpless, conquered Colonel. + And upon a dashing charger, + On a fine dun horse of Proctor's, + He was given back his freedom, + He was sent to the encampment, + Near the river-bridge of Lincoln; + Was _exchanged for all the captives_ + That the Guards had left in durance. + But he gave the man that took him, + Then and there, a martial title, + "For I cannot brook surrender + To a lower rank than Colonel." + So he called him Colonel Dunlap, + Called the stranger from Lafayette, + Called the foster-son of Garrard. + Colonel Dunlap, comes the title, + From that day unto the present; + In the private social circle, + In the halls of Legislature, + In the higher halls of Congress, + At the bar and at the fireside, + Comes the title to the present. + + Thus was ended the great "Battle + Of the Bridge" across Dix River, + Where the corps of jolly Guardsmen + Captured Stein, the burly Colonel + Of the brave Cornstalk Militia, + Of the dainty Regimentals, + On the fair October midnight, + Eighteen hundred eight and thirty.[3] + + +[3]W. S. Miller, Jr., was made Captain of the "Mulligan Guards," a + company of Militia, in 1874. + + + + + CANTO VIII. + 1838-1847. + MEXICAN WAR. + + + Still the moons are waxing, waning, + O'er the city of Lancaster; + Still the ever-moving cycle + Bears her swiftly on its pinions. + 'Twas the year of eighteen hundred + One and forty when the Christians + Of the sect called Presbyterian, + Built themselves a house of worship, + Built themselves a sanctuary, + On the street that leads to southward, + From the entrance to the city. + Thus was made the first partition, + From the venerable mother, + From the church within the suburbs, + Called Republican and holy, + Where the sects were wont to gather, + In the willing, weekly worship. + And the pastors and the preachers, + Served the flock in health and sickness, + Served the flock in death and marriage, + Served them well in home and pulpit. + And the doctors and the lawyers, + All the households and the tradesmen, + Still pursued their avocations, + Still enjoyed their social pleasures, + Still advanced in arts and learning, + In the peaceful Christian city. + But a great financial crisis + O'er the people was impending; + A depression in all traffic + Drew the citizens together, + Brought about excited meetings, + To discuss important measures, + For relief amid the pressure; + To originate devices + For averting present danger. + All along this stirring epoch + There was incident and action; + There were interests of public + And of private weight and import; + Varied causes and occasions + Kept the people in commotion. + The Militia drills and musters + Still diverted men and boys; + And the quaint, unique processions, + Called "Log Cabin," ruled the hour. + Eighteen hundred four and forty, + Brought the fierce election canvass + For the presidential office; + Democrat and Whig opponents, + In the race for fame and power. + Henry Clay and Frelinghuysen + Proudly bore the great Whig banner, + James K. Polk and George M. Dallas, + Were the Democratic champions. + And the voters of Lancaster, + All the voters of the county, + Met together in the masses, + Met to celebrate the contest; + Barbecues and basket dinners, + Gathered orators and hearers, + Gathered women, men, and children, + All together in the masses. + In the wood of Isaac Myers + Politicians were assembled; + In this ample, shaded woodland + Was a glorious celebration, + Hempstalk flag-poles bore the colors, + High o'er wagon, coach, and horseman; + All the people congregated + To do homage to th' occasion. + Doctors Craig and Cross were speakers, + Also Caperton of Richmond. + Grand this gala day of feasting, + Loud the triumph and rejoicing. + But the Whigs were sore defeated, + Vain their festal acclamations. + + Now a heavy cloud of sorrow + Overshadows fair Lancaster, + Shadows all the hillside city, + In the swift-revolving cycle. + When the great and vexing question + (See the hist'ry of the country) + Of the Texas annexation + Called for volunteers to aid her, + Called the Union to assist her, + In her daring revolution, + In her independent parting + From the rule of Santa Anna, + Then the city on the hillside, + Sent up wails of grief and mourning. + For the farewells to the brothers, + To the sons and gallant soldiers, + Who took up their line of marching, + For the distant, unknown countries. + On the sunny fourth of June, in + Eighteen hundred six and forty, + They led out their willing chargers, + They arrayed in mounted columns, + Down the streets that lead to northward, + From the entrance to the city. + And the mothers and the sisters, + All along the sidewalks weeping, + Waved adieux and sighs heart-rending, + To the precious forms and faces, + To the buoyant, untried soldiers, + Moving on in martial phalanx + To the Mexicana struggles, + To the fights in foreign places, + To the fatal Buena Vista. + Some alas! were gone forever, + When the bending road concealed them, + Some were hid till time eternal, + From the strained gaze that sought them. + I append the list in measures, + In the numbers of my canto; + Sing the names of sons and brothers, + Whose dear lives were put in peril. + + Johnson Price, the chosen captain, + A renowned Militia hero, + Serving well his post of honor, + Was, in after days of freedom, + In eighteen hundred nine and forty, + Sent, a delegate from Garrard, + Sent to represent the county, + In the noted State Convention, + In the council of the rulers, + Met to change the Constitution. + Then out in the land to westward, + In the land of California, + He adorned his grave profession, + Was a healer of diseases, + Till the Master called him homeward, + In this distant land of strangers. + L. F. Dunlap, First Lieutenant, + Was elected by the people, + Eighteen hundred eight and forty, + To the Frankfort legislature; + Then away in California, + Where he served with judge and jury, + In the lawyer's hard vocation, + Where again he was elected + To the legislative body, + He was stricken in his vigor, + In the flush and prime of manhood, + In his youthful life of promise, + By a fearful epidemic; + Fell a victim to his friendship, + Fell beside the sick and dying. + And Lieutenant George F. Sartain + Cast his future lot in Texas. + Left the soil he represented + In the Mexicana battles. + S. McKee went out First Sergeant, + And returned among his people, + Filling prominent positions, + In the long years coming after + Horace Smith, the Second Sergeant, + Also served his native city + In the halls of Legislature, + In eighteen hundred forty-seven; + Then removed to California, + Where he practiced jurisprudence, + Was the Mayor of Sacramento, + And he died some years thereafter, + In this thriving western city. + Then the reading of the record + Of the list resumes as follows:-- + George Montgomery, John Sellers-- + Third and fourth in rank as Sergeants, + V. B. Smith and A. R. Harris, + Were the Corporals, first and second; + Then Third Corporal, William Jennings, + Of whose name is future mention, + In the nation's civil struggle, + Fifteen years beyond this era. + And G. Smiley, fourth in order, + Went as Corporal among them. + Private William Jennings Landram, + Was promoted to First Sergeant, + And in coming years of trial + Climbed the scroll of fame still higher. + And James Hutchison was buried + 'Neath the southern gulf's deep waters; + Homeward bound, his mortal body + Found a sailor's final resting. + B. F. Graham, first a private, + Soon arose to Quartermaster, + Was assailed and killed on duty, + By the Mexican marauders; + Fell, defending army stores, + In the wagon-train advancing + From the marshes of Comargo. + Branson Wearren met his death stroke, + On the field of Buena Vista; + Found a soldier's mausoleum, + In the smoke and blood of battle. + Some were carried off by illness, + Some returned to die still later; + Others lived to serve their country, + In a sadder, fiercer conflict; + Others still, resumed the quiet + Of their own domestic circle. + Eight and seventy names are written + On the muster roll of striplings. + For the remnant, see Appendix + Of the volunteering column, + Of the valiant sons and brothers, + Of the saved and of the fated, + Of the lost and of the rescued, + Who left home the sunny morning, + In the month of June, so eager + For the clash of steel and armor, + With the fighting Mexicana. + Fare ye well, ye gallant soldiers, + Who have fought our country's battles; + Whether soon or whether later, + Whether north or whether southern, + Whether east or west or foreign, + Ye have fought them well and bravely, + In the ever-changing cycle; + Bear, ye echoes, to our patriots, + Waft, ye breezes, our sad parting. + + + + + CANTO IX. + 1847-1861. + PROGRESS. + + + Now we come to architecture, + In the annals of the city; + Now the spirit of improvement + Makes a giant-stride among us, + Opens wide her money-coffers, + In the growing, hillside city. + On the westward street, called Danville, + Rose an institute of learning, + Rose the Franklin Female College, + Soon the pride of all the region. + And within its classic chambers + Have the children of the county + Gone to school in many hundreds; + Have in hundreds learned to grapple + With the mysteries of science. + Num'rous teachers have united + In the duty of instructing, + Teachers from the distant sections, + Teachers from among our people. + Music, English, French and Latin, + Morals, manners, Calisthenics, + Healthful sports and games and pastimes, + Useful precepts, laws and lessons, + All were taught within this building, + Which the Odd Fellows erected + In eighteen hundred forty-seven. + Far and wide the ranks are scattered, + Strange their destiny and varied, + Yet the tie of love and duty, + Binds the teacher to the pupil, + Binds the pupil to the teacher, + Wheresoe'er their footsteps wander, + Wheresoe'er their fate may lead them. + May they ever fondly cherish + All the dear associations, + All the lessons of ambition, + Taught and gained at Franklin College, + Taught within its classic chambers.[4] + + In eighteen hundred eight and forty, + Was a novel institution, + Introduced within the city; + A society established, + By an act of corporation. + And they called themselves, "The Hunters + Of Nimrod." Oswald Von Koenig, + Scion of a Saxon family, + Introduced this curious Order; + And the Lancaster Sanhedrim + Numbered six in solemn council, + Hill, Kinnaird and Cope and Burton, + Sandifer, McKee--the Council-- + Were the city's chartered members. + Afterwards the German stranger, + Met his death in tragic manner, + Dashed his body from a window, + In the flourishing Falls City: + And the accident was mourned, + Was lamented by the Hunters. + They deposited their leader, + In the Cave Hill cemetery, + And the stone that marks th' enclosure, + Was the gift of A. A. Burton, + One among the chartered members. + + Here the chronicle reminds us + Of the noble art of printing, + Now revived within the city, + Now engrossing all her readers. + And the news sheets are before us, + With their timeworn local items, + With their cunning jests and humor, + With their antique advertisements, + With their long-forgotten pages. + The "Republican" and "Argus" + Have the earliest existence, + In this era of advancement; + Then the famous "Garrard Banner" + Floats upon the world of letters. + + And again the public buildings + Rise and multiply about us. + On the eastward street, called Richmond, + Was a Baptist Church erected. + Still another sect divided + From the Old Church congregation, + In eighteen hundred one and fifty. + In the next year of the cycle, + Eighteen hundred two and fifty, + The Reformers built another, + On the southern street called Stanford. + And the thriving, stirring city, + Boasts her dwellings and her churches, + Her Deposit-Bank and cash-box, + Her commercial business houses; + Spreads abroad her lawful limits, + Widens out her corporation, + Swells the list of tax and tariff, + By her handsome architecture. + And the energetic people + Cling to rustic ways no longer, + Learn conventional exactions, + Tread the labyrinths of fashion, + Con the magazines and modistes. + And no quaint old invitation + To the jolly square cotillon, + Now regales the hour of pleasure: + But, a dance at nine this evening, + Or a hop, or social gath'ring, + At the new hall, called the Sontag, + Where quadrille, or waltz, or Lancers, + Marked with grace the "light fantastic." + And the Categordian Maskers, + With the Callithumpian Minstrels, + Held high carnival among us, + Formed a Mysticke Crewe of Comus. + All the sewing-bees and quiltings, + Apple-parings, and corn-huskings, + Barbecues and basket meetings, + Chicken-fights, and swift foot-races, + Even singing-schools, were banished + To the primitive old fogies. + Tallow candles were supplanted, + By the lamp and spermaceti, + Linsey woolsey, jeans and cotton, + Long suspended from the weaving, + Changed to silk and print and muslin, + Changed to cassimere and broadcloth. + Now the seamstress plied her sewing, + With machine and modern patterns; + Now the drudge of toil domestic, + Sought out many new inventions, + Soon rejoiced in work made easy, + By the labor saving structures. + And the turnpikes of the county, + Echoed loud to wheels revolving: + All the rude, unsightly landmarks, + Were now graded and remodeled, + Were McAdamized and hardened. + Now the bridle and the saddle + Rose to harness and coach-trappings; + Now the rider and pedestrian + Took an airing in the carriage. + Sledges darted by in winter, + When the snows were firm and steady, + When the white and shining crystals + Covered road and wood and meadow. + There were speeches and mass-meetings, + When elections stirred the people, + Anniversary orations + Of the nation's independence. + In the springtime came the circus; + Summer time, school exhibitions; + Fairs and pleasure trips in autumn, + Rare festivities in winter. + And sometimes there were dissensions, + In this era of my story. + One disastrous feud was raging, + In the year of eighteen fifty, + And continued with great venom, + Through two years or more of bloodshed. + Yet the spirit of improvement + Tarried not for man's caprices. + Duties, taxes, trade, and commerce, + Public gala days and triumphs, + Dances, weddings, and storm-parties, + Floral festivals and music, + Or the promenading concert, + Lent a pleasing variation. + Or a serenade by moonlight, + Or a picnic, or band-meeting, + (It was Landram's skillful "Saxhorn,") + Or the famed association, + Called the Literary Circle, + Where was wit, and sense, and humor, + Where were readers and were critics, + Where were essays and selections, + In the style of choice belles-lettres. + And the weekly local paper, + In the year of fifty-seven. + Tells the story of the changes, + Tells the story of the pleasures, + Notes the firmer grasp of fashion, + Notes the new, intruding customs. + 'Tis the "Sentinel" presiding + O'er the city's daily doings, + The "American Sentinel" watching + All the curious innovations. + And the interesting columns + Show contributors in numbers,-- + Many writers of the city + Furnished items and productions. + Roscius, Citizen, and Alma, + Ida, Claude, and Regulator, + Many signatures unnoted, + Many noms de plume forgotten, + Filled the sheet with spicy reading, + With discussion, fact, and fancy, + Prose and poetry and fiction, + Rhyme and riddle and acrostic, + All the sorrows and the blessings, + All misfortunes and successes, + All the city's daily doings. + + And the moons were waxing, waning, + As the cycle brought its changes. + + +[4]George W. Dunlap, Jr., purchased this Institute in 1874, and + established a graded school for young ladies. + + + + + CANTO X. + 1861-1865. + CIVIL WAR. + + + Eighteen hundred one and sixty, + Rolls its direful weight upon us; + Now the horoscope of nations, + Opens wide its omens to us. + In the mystic stars of fortune, + Of the western constellation, + Of the grand, united countries, + On the continent of freedom, + The astrologer now gazes + On a weird and crimson shadow. + Stars of fixed and cruel brightness, + Stars of fitful gleam and shining. + Stars of strange and faint illuming, + Reads the national magician; + Stripes of gory hue adorning, + All the mammoth constellation; + Stripes extending down the shadow + Of the shifting, warning picture. + What broad stream pursues its flowing, + Through the fateful, dark camera? + What bedews the starry emblem, + With the startling shade of crimson? + 'Tis, alas! the fearful shadow, + Of contention and of vengeance; + 'Tis the strife of human passion, + In the hapless land of freedom; + 'Tis the clash of angry foemen, + Steel to steel in fierce encounter; + 'Tis the symbol of a struggle, + In the brave, aspiring nation. + Not the tramp of foreign armies, + On the soil we bought with bloodshed, + Not the aid to captive strangers, + In the distant, unknown countries; + But the war at home and fireside, + The assault of friend and brother, + The array of kith and kindred, + In one grand, domestic quarrel. + And the soldiers went in legions, + Went in tens and tens of thousands, + Swarmed upon the fields of battle, + Crowded tent and camp and barrack. + And the city of Lancaster, + Ever foremost in her duty, + Gave her mite of men and warriors + To the ranks and to the hardships, + Gave her fighting men to suffer + In the civil war that deluged + All this mighty West Republic + In eighteen hundred one and sixty. + + First we note the conquering armies, + With their brave, victorious leaders, + Who enlisted in the service, + From the county of old Garrard. + General Landram was promoted, + In the rising scale of glory, + From the easier gradations, + To the topmost roll of honor. + Born within the hillside city, + Architect of his own fortunes, + Native industry and talent + Led him up to high position. + Poet, pensman, and musician, + Writer, editor, and lawyer, + Social leader and controller + Of the city's hours of leisure, + He put by these modest duties, + To adorn the post of soldier; + He ascended as commander, + In the conquering Union armies. + His command--"Nineteenth Kentucky," + Of the Infantry--the footmen, + Was the charge at first entrusted, + Numbered eighty men from Garrard + Of the officers and privates, + Company H. begins the roll-call. + Morgan Evans, first a Captain, + Was promoted soon to "Major," + And was killed when bravely fighting, + Fell before the Vicksburg trenches, + Fell in May (the twenty-second) + Eighteen hundred three and sixty; + And his body lies distinguished, + By a shaft of pure white marble, + In the quiet cemetery + Of his native hillside city. + Here the "Blue" and "Grey" are resting, + 'Neath "the laurel" and "the lily," + "Love and tears" the one, adorning, + "Tears and love" the other, mourning. + Captain Alexander Logan, + Lives to chronicle his story. + First Lieutenant T. A. Elkin, + On the staff of Colonel Landram, + Drilled a band of Zouave urchins, + In the lance munition tactics, + Ere he joined the army proper, + Ready for its earnest duties. + By promotion he was Captain + Of the Cavalry--the horsemen, + And survived a soldier's perils, + Made a creditable record. + Stephen Hedger,[5] First Lieutenant, + Was advanced from rank of Second. + Now the Sergeants, nine in number, + Are the chief among subalterns; + Joseph Vaughn, and John H. Bussing, + James D. Price, and A. M. Bishop, + A. Kincead and Henry Innis,[6] + Wilson Duggins, John L. Connor,[6] + And Hugh Burns, the last recorded. + Then nine Corporals are written + On the fresh and modern record; + John C. Vaughn, and George S. Pollard, + Thomas Alverson, James Chumbley, + William Rigsby, and James Griffey, + Gideon Duncan, James H. Dismukes,[6] + Lastly, Alexander Duggins. + For the fifty-eight remaining + In the ranks, vide Appendix. + The great Mississippi Valley + Was their theatre of action. + At the city of New Orleans, + Eighteen hundred five and sixty, + Colonel Landram was commissioned, + Brigadier Commanding General. + When the armistice was sounded, + When the hero, Lee, surrendered, + And the companies disbanded, + At the trumpet proclamation, + Then the city on the hillside, + Summoned home her noble chieftains, + Once again to routine quiet. + + Colonel Faulkner was a leader + In the conquering Union army, + Was the only son descended, + From his military father, + Who led forth his men to battle, + In the war of eighteen thirteen. + In the chronicle before us, + We read, "Colonel John K. Faulkner," + Of command "Nineteenth Kentucky," + Of the Cavalry--the horsemen. + First comes Captain Robert Collier; + Then is Captain Joseph Thornton, + First Lieutenant W. M. Kerby, + First Lieutenant E. H. Walker; + James L. Baird, and Thomas Dunn, are + Next in order as Lieutenants. + Sergeants six in number follow + In the company's statistics; + Curtis Pierce, and James M. Rothwell, + J. M. Carpenter, S. Rothwell, + John McQuery, P. H. Fletcher; + Then the Corporals, eight in number: + Robert Baugh, and James T. Dollens, + A. T. Conn, and James D. Adams, + J. H. Anderson, James Perkins, + G. W. Dollens, A. J. Hammock, + John F. Kennedy, the farrier, + And James Sims, the company's saddler. + See the Privates, forty-seven, + In Appendix of my ditty. + + Of the first Kentucky Cavalry, + Company G had two commanders, + First, was Captain Thornton Hackley, + Then came Captain Irvine Burton. + William Carpenter, First Lieutenant, + Second Lieutenant, Henry Robson, + Second Lieutenant, Daniel Murphy, + Sergeants: James F. Spratt, T. Wherritt, + Eugene Miller, W. B. Saddler, + J. H. Kennedy, James Ross, and + A. M. Saddler, William Sherod. + Corporals: John L. Pond, R. Hukle, + Joseph Hicks, and Miles M. Chandler, + John E. Wright, and Hiram Roberts, + James O. Lynn, and Robert Rainey, + John T. Brooks, the ninth in number. + Fifty-seven private soldiers, + Filled the columns. (See Appendix.) + General Lovell H. Rousseau[7] was + Yet another gallant warrior, + Of whose glittering escutcheon, + All the city's pride is boastful; + Lawyer, politician, soldier, + He in Congress represented + Louisville and all the district, + And won military prowess, + In the nation's civil combats. + + Colonel William Hoskins glories + In unsullied reputation, + Both as citizen and soldier, + Both as friend and as companion. + Served the Union in its struggle, + Served his county's legislature; + Is a genial, polished courtier, + Ever welcome at the fireside, + Ever welcome in all circles. + Whether lifting up his voice in + Measures for the public welfare, + Whether shouldering the bayonet, + For the bloody field of battle, + Whether drawing strains of music, + From the violin's sweet echoes, + Colonel Hoskins wins a greeting, + Claims a welcome in all circles. + Major M. H. Owsley, leader + In "the Cavalry" of Kentucky, + Was advanced from rank of Captain + In eighteen hundred one and sixty. + Since those times of manly trial, + He has step by step ascended, + From the youthful lawyer's office, + Up the grade of politicians, + To the bench of legal power. + A. G. Daniel, Junior, Captain + Of the Home Guard nightly patrol, + Served the Government thereafter, + In responsible positions. + W. A. Yantis ranked Lieutenant, + Led the military music + On the march of Wolford's cavalry. + R. L. Cochran was Lieutenant, + Also, R. Leslie McMurtry, + Officers from brave Lancaster, + In the army of the Union. + Other men perchance from Garrard, + From the inland hillside city, + Took up arms to save the Union, + Fought the desperate seceders. + Far and near the slogan sounded, + Long and loud the fatal summons, + Till around each fireside lonely, + Soon a "vacant chair" was standing; + Till the only free retainers + Were the women and the children; + Till the crippled and the aged + Were the guardians of the homesteads. + * * * * * + How the shadows of the picture + Darken o'er the southern landscape! + How the "Lost Cause" sheds a gloaming + On the erst illumed horizon! + All about the stricken region + Hangs the doom of vanquished power; + All throughout the conquered country + Sounds the knell of fruitless bloodshed. + Mothers mourn their slaughtered first-born, + Wives lament their martyred husbands, + Sisters guard the worn grey jackets, + Maidens prize the blood-stained tresses. + Farmers, planters, cultivators-- + All the men of thrift and profit, + Grieve above the desolation, + Deep bewail the fruits so bitter. + Furrows in the soil may ripen, + With a renovated harvest; + Furrows in the heart are open, + With a ceaseless, arid planting. + Wind and rain and shower and sunshine, + Soon give back the laborer's treasure; + None of nature's sweet restorers, + Bring alas! the mourner's idols. + From the North were foreign legions, + Swarming on to bayonet charges; + From the South the fostered nurselings + Of the native born American. + Every drop of blood a rending + Of the ties of pure affection; + Every pillowed head a token + Of "Somebody's Darling," stricken; + Every "Picket Guard" on duty, + Joined in dreams an absent "Mary," + Every hospital and barrack, + Held the hope of some fond household. + + Captain Matthew David Logan, + Major and Lieutenant-colonel, + Long a citizen of Garrard, + Long a practicing physician, + Led a band of Southern-Rights-men + To the troubled land of Dixie; + Bore the "Bonnie Blue Flag" above him, + Held the Stars and Bars unfurling. + Forest, Breckinridge, and Morgan, + Gallant gentlemen and soldiers, + Were his comrades in the struggle, + Were his mighty fellow-suff'rers. + His career through countless hardships, + His successes and his losses, + His adventures without number, + Culminating in the northern prisons, + At Fort Delaware, Columbus, + Morris Island, Fort Pulaski,-- + All these woes and hopes defeated, + Left their gloomy impress on him, + Added years of bitter pining. + May the dove of peace brood over + Every blighting grief and trial, + May all past despair and anguish + Hold abeyance till the Judgment. + The Confederates were rallied, + Oft in haste and stealth and darkness. + All the archives of their columns + Are obscure, or lost forever. + See Appendix, for the gathering + Of the names that float about us, + Whether officers or privates; + Let the blanks be duly pardoned. + H. D. Brown,[6] was First Lieutenant + Of command of Captain Logan; + J. T. McQuery was Lieutenant; + James McMurray was a Sergeant, + And the Sergeant, Joseph Arnold, + Was promoted while in service. + Sergeant D. A. King is numbered + With the officers belonging + To the gallant Third Kentucky, + Of the Cavalry--the horsemen. + Other names are linked together + In my song's replete Appendix. + + Captain Michael Salter mustered + Company E--the Third Kentucky, + With Lieutenant L. B. Hudson, + Fellow-officer and leader; + Samuel Curd, the Orderly Sergeant. + Captain Salter's fearless spirit, + His bold exploits and his daring, + Led him into bonds and capture, + Till he languished long in prison, + At the Johnson's Island stronghold. + + James and William Jennings, brothers, + Natives of remote Lancaster, + Skillful surgeons by profession, + Cast their fortunes in the balance, + In the trembling Southern balance. + One survived the toil and peril, + One was sacrificed to rapine. + On the scattered army records + Of the "Dixie Boys" of Garrard, + Captain H. Clay Myers is written, + And Captain Jack W. Adams: + Also S. F. McKee, another + Scion of a race of soldiers, + Claims a place within my canto, + In the "grey" and "faded" columns. + Major Baxter Smith was foremost, + In events of risk and danger, + Was a son of brave Lancaster, + Served the South in many battles. + Morgan's men were soon recruited, + By Confederates[8] from Garrard; + History furnishes already, + Stormy raids and dashing charges, + Led within the fruitful borders + Of Kentucky's fair dominion. + Thrilling incidents unnumbered, + Mark the story of the struggle, + Mark the hideous distortion + Of the nation's sunny temper, + Tell the sad and fatal meaning + Of this Cain and Abel quarrel, + When the slain in myriad numbers, + Filled the "furrows" in "God's Acre." + When the "seed" of Death's "rude plowshare" + Yielded bounteous "human harvests." + Each forgot the sacred lesson, + Thou art still thy brother's keeper; + Each essayed in vain to smother + In the ground the cries of bloodshed. + Family feuds are wounds that fester, + Home dissensions breed sore anguish, + Yet the love that binds the members, + Spreads the mantle of forgiveness; + And from every wound that severs + Parent stems and sturdy branches, + Springs a shoot of vital growing, + Flows a blessed balm of healing. + Thus may North and South uniting, + Soothe the pangs of heartstrings broken, + Leave the fierce and naming fires, + In the crucible to smoulder. + Let the ashes crumble, crumble, + To the dust of buried vengeance. + Let no moon wax o'er Lancaster, + But may shed her beams in gladness; + Let no moon wane o'er the city, + But illumes with love and pardon. + + +[5]Stephen Hedger, while Postmaster at Lancaster in 1874, was shot and + killed by Ebenezer Best. + +[6]Dead. + +[7]Deceased. + +[8]See Appendix. + + + + + CANTO XI. + 1865-1874. + CHANGE. + + + Now the civil war is ended, + Now the strife by arms is over; + And the city's star of fortune + Beams with undiminished glory: + All her brilliant constellation + Wears new rays of future promise, + All her plans for peace and progress + Move to swifter execution. + In eighteen hundred three and sixty, + Of the late, eventful cycle, + Was laid out a modern city + Of the dead among the grasses; + Was enclosed a cemetery, + On a green and graceful summit, + At the city's southeast section, + On the street we call Crab Orchard. + Shrubs and flowers lead the stranger + To invade the sacred precinct, + Clust'ring evergreens invite him + To behold the sad environs. + Gleaming shafts of purest marble, + Greet the eye of friend and mourner, + Costly slabs of stone and granite, + Wearing strange device and fashion, + Lie amid the urns and vases. + Lie among the shells and mosses: + Tell of forms long since departed, + Tell of loved ones safely resting, + Tell of fresh turned earth and sodding, + Of green wreaths and floral tributes, + Kindly tributes of affection. + And the ancient trodden graveyard, + Of the city's early ages, + Lingers on with sunken tomb-stones, + Lingers on with gray inscriptions, + Lingers yet with moss and ivy, + Winding close their clinging tendrils, + Lingers now a small enclosure, + In the suburbs of Lancaster. + + In eighteen hundred sixty-seven, + Fell the second central court-house, + In the middle of the city; + Fell the tall and stately locusts, + With their grateful, cooling shadows, + Fell the ruined iron railing, + Once so rich and ornamental. + And a grand, imposing structure, + At the open southwest corner, + Now extends its costly apex + Far above the churches' steeples, + Reaches forth its white cupola, + High into the azure ether. + And the central, broad arena, + Of the square, right-angle outlines, + Has been leveled to the surface + Of the streets and roads around it, + Bears no pile of architecture,[9] + To be seen afar and nearer, + To be seen from hill and valley, + By the traveler wand'ring hither. + On the summit of the tower, + Of the octagon bell-tower, + Of this new and gorgeous building, + With its porticos and stairways, + With its halls and council chambers, + Is a high observatory, + Whence is viewed the distant landscape, + Whence is seen the rural beauties + Of this land of agriculture. + Near this pinnacle so lofty, + Is the ever-warning town-clock, + Is the pendulum vibrating, + To diurnal revolutions, + Is the fire-alarm resounding, + Over hill and dale and meadow, + Is the heavy bell sonorous, + With events of varied import. + + It was in this year of changes, + Eighteen hundred sixty-seven, + That a fearful conflagration, + Tore away a block of buildings, + At the city's southeast corner; + Razed an ancient block to ashes, + On a wintry Saturday evening, + On a night of snow and tempest, + In the month of February. + Soon a handsome row replaced it, + Soon the enterprising people + Cleared the debris and the rubbish, + Cleared away the silent ruins, + And rebuilt the last possessions. + Silent? Aye, but speaking ever + Of events and actors vanished, + In the history of Lancaster. + Of the offices and store-rooms, + Of the dwellings and the households, + Of affairs of public moment, + Of the hidden and domestic, + Of the groups of Mystic Brothers, + Of the Masons and Odd-Fellows, + Of ye ancient Sons of Temperance, + All the secrets of the bygone, + Speaking from the smoking ruins. + So there rose another structure, + Phoenix-like, upon the ashes. + Where the merchants and the tradesmen, + Can pursue their avocations. + And the store-rooms are surmounted, + By a Hall of spacious model, + Where the city's merry-makers, + Find an evening's recreation, + Where the weary men of business, + Often seek an hour's diversion; + Where the order of Good Templars, + Held their rites and ceremonies, + Where the skating-rink and concert, + Where the festival and supper, + Where the theatre and lecture, + And the dancing-school and tableau, + --All the public entertainments, + Have beguiled the times of leisure. + + Eighteen hundred nine and sixty, + Came the hissing locomotive, + Came the train of rumbling coaches, + Dashing through the quiet city; + Came the smoking iron monster, + Of the "Louisville and Nashville," + Sounded loud the shrill steam-whistle + Of the railroad "On to Richmond." + And the Old Church walls so sacred, + Fell beneath the stormy cargo, + Our Republican ancestress + Bent her hoary head in shrinking; + All the rank and mouldy ruins + Fell before the thund'ring onset. + Never more the timeworn benches + Shall reecho words of wisdom; + Never more the brick and plaster + Shall have grace from text and precept, + Ne'er alas! her slumb'ring children + Give her earthly praise and homage. + Gone forever, church and pastor, + Gone, all gone, her saints' communion, + Dust to dust the crumbling mortar, + Earth to earth the human body, + Air of air the ghostly phantoms, + Heav'n of heav'ns the final meeting. + * * * * * + In this section, once a wildwood, + Now are clustered many buildings; + Now hotels, depots, and warerooms, + Tell of industry and labor; + Now the loud mill-whistle pierces + Through the fogs of early morning, + Now the neat and tasteful cottage + Takes the place of tree and grapevine, + And a porter's lodge adorning, + Guards the modern cemetery, + Guards the modern double entrance, + To the home of sleeping loved ones. + All about this busy section, + Are the signs of swift progression; + Swift progression towards profit, + In the thrift of living workmen, + Swift advance to time eternal, + In the fast increasing graveyard. + In this year the game of Base-ball, + Occupied the young athletics, + Occupied maturer players, + Gave the city's "men of muscle," + Daily rounds of fun and frolic. + And the ball and bat and score-book, + Answered oft a neighbor's challenge, + Won the palm in match and test games, + Won the victor's crown of laurel. + + Eighteen hundred one and seventy + Brought a company of soldiers + To protect the hillside city + From the dreaded Klan of Kuklux; + From this band of masking lynchers, + Who defied the legal councils, + Who withdrew the reins of power + From the tardy, lenient, rulers, + Who dealt quick and fearful justice, + To all hapless state offenders. + And the law-abiding people + Called the U. S. A. to aid them; + To disband the Regulators, + With their penalties mysterious, + To respite their guilty culprits, + From deserved but lawless peril. + And the garrison enlivens, + With its neat and healthful barracks, + With its drum and fife and bugle, + With its tents and lofty flagstaff, + With its officers and soldiers. + Colonel Rose was first to answer + The petition for assistance; + Then the "Fourth" sent troops to guard us + (The Fourth Infantry, C company.) + Captain Edwin Coates commanding, + Bubb and Robinson, Lieutenants, + With the Surgeon S. T. Weirrick, + Spent two years within our circles, + Winning friends while firm on duty. + Wolfe and Galbraith then succeeded, + For a few months of probation. + Colonel Fletcher, Major Barber, + And Lieutenant Will. McFarland, + Doctor S. L. Smith, the surgeon, + Now control the troops among us, + Now preserve the law and order. + + Eighteen seventy-three was saddened, + By another fire disaster,[10] + Which consumed the new Bank building, + Burned the late established "National," + On the fated Southeast corner, + Of the chastened hillside city. + And two handsome halls were numbered + With the property that suffered, + With the storeroom of the merchant, + The lamented H. S. Burnam; + And the Masons and Odd-Fellows, + Once again sustain misfortune, + Once again construct new temples, + For the gath'ring of the mystic. + On the fifteenth day of August, + Came the dreaded epidemic, + Came the poisonous contagion, + Came the cholera's gaunt spectre, + Spreading woe and desolation, + Ever bringing fell destruction. + Forty deaths were soon recorded, + Forty homes in sable shroudings, + All the bells were ringing "softly," + For the crepe was "on the door." + A devoted band of nurses, + Led by William H. Kinnaird, were + Ready night and day to succor, + Ready to confront the danger, + Ready with true Christian courage, + To invoke a balm in Gilead, + To console ill-fated brothers. + + Eighteen hundred, four and seventy + Finds the city of Lancaster, + In praiseworthy competition + With the spirit of the present. + Still the waxing, waning moonlight, + Sees her changing with the cycle. + Now the light'ning wires unite her + With the world in speedy transit; + The "Kentucky News" informs her, + Of the moving scenes about her, + Links her name with sister cities, + In the tie of common welfare, + Wafts her praises to the public, + Casts her errors on the waters. + Her rejoicings and enjoyments, + Scarce know pause or diminution, + And the Cornet Band musicians, + (J. P. Sandifer, the leader), + Serve the city's gala seasons, + Furnish melody in numbers. + All along the panorama + Of her shiftings and adventures, + Are peculiar memoranda, + Dotting, here and there, the margin. + Now the "Red Stars" have a meeting, + With their weird, uncanny customs; + Now the "Knights of Pythias" cluster + 'Round a shrine of secret magic; + Now the "Eastern Star" is dawning, + With its cabalistic mottoes; + Now the "Julipeans" revel + 'Neath the awnings on the greensward, + With their mighty dignitaries, + With Sockdologers, Sapsuckers, + With their Knockemstiffs, Lawgivers, + With their Orators and Wise-Men, + With their visitors and laymen-- + All their corps of jolly members + 'Neath the cooling, woodland shelter. + Strange societies and groupings, + Hidden wonders and dark missions, + Items fanciful and puzzling, + Dot the margin hither, thither, + Of the shifting panorama. + Change and progress rule the city, + Tearing loose her timeworn moorings; + Now Excelsior, the watchword, + Leads her prow forever onward; + Now her streets are all encumbered + With the architect's essentials; + Now the rubbish from the burning, + From the third great fire that swept her, + On the first evening in April, + Gathers in the northwest corner; + And this row of ancient houses, + Numbered with the things of yore, + Soon will rise again to greet us, + Soon resound with plane and trowel. + All the city's luckless harbors + Shall revive with added grandeur;[11] + Now her handsome jail and court-house, + Her new halls and spacious churches, + Her improved suburban dwellings, + And her central, model buildings, + All betray the stride of fortune, + All betray the march of knowledge; + And the crumbling hall of science, + The Academy of Garrard, + Wears a modern dress and fashion, + On the old revered foundation; + New red brick and glossy mouldings + Now invite th' aspiring student; + No more ancient hallowed landmarks, + Linger now to move the tear-drop; + Yet a classic aura gathers, + All about the hidden ruins. + Shades of Caesar and of Virgil, + Shades of Webster and of Murray, + Manes of ye classic worthies, + Gather ever o'er the ruins. + + +[9]A brick engine-house was erected on the square in 1875, to shelter the + new Champion Fire Extinguisher, called the "Undine." + +[10]One year later a Hook and Ladder company was organized, with George + W. Dunlap Jr., as Captain, and W. H. Wherritt and Theodore Currey as + Lieutenants. + +[11]A new Deposit Bank building was erected during the summer of 1874. + + + + + CANTO XII. + 1874. + PAX VOBISCUM. + + + Nigh a hundred years are buried, + In the endless sweep of ages, + Nigh a total centenary + Hangs its harp upon the willow, + Since the rude log-cabin era, + When the city on the hillside + Was preempted by the stranger, + By the stranger surnamed Paulding; + Since the pioneer council + Came to "Watty" Dunn's old spring, and + Met in caucus and selected + A foundation for their court-house: + Chose a green and ample clearing + Near the well-known Wallace cross-roads. + Here alone in "God's first temples," + Here with nature's wild communing, + Henry Clay, a youthful trav'ler + Through the wilderness, surprised them; + Found the little band assembled, + Paused, and shared their noonday luncheon. + Thus beheld Kentucky's hero, + The domain of future triumphs, + Thus his eyes beheld the section, + Destined soon to make him famous. + And the pioneer council, + All unconscious of his greatness, + Bade their stranger guest a welcome + To the tangled, gloomy woodland, + Bade him break the loaf of faring, + Bade him eat the salt of friendship. + Then they pointed out the clearing, + Where the building should be fashioned, + Thus the ground was consecrated, + In the statesman's august presence; + Thus a halo of true glory + Hung about the rude log court-house. + 'Twas the first judicial movement + In the city of Lancaster, + 'Twas an impetus that prompted + The erecting many houses, + 'Twas the gath'ring of a people, + A community of workers. + Could the story of each household, + In the city on the hillside, + Be translated for my canto. + For the ditty I am singing, + Many a wail of grief and sorrow, + Many a sigh of hope defeated, + Many a smile of sweet fruition, + Schemes for profit and for pleasure, + Plans of varied speculation, + Schemes and plans of thought and action, + Would unfold their pages to us, + Would reveal their secrets to us. + Could the history unwritten, + Of each hearth and home be given, + Then I trow, the world of fiction, + With its brilliant, stirring pages, + With its "marvelous traditions," + With its plots and strange denouements, + With its tragedies unnumbered, + And its comedies prolific---- + Well I trow this world of fiction, + Would be "light and airy nothings," + In the scale of real pictures, + By the light of life so earnest, + Of the suffering and doing, + Of the daring and enduring, + We should find imparted to us. + Could we lift the mystic curtain, + From the holiest of holies, + From the sacred, inner temple + Of each soul's unseen communion, + We should gather, we should garner, + Many lessons full of profit, + Lessons long and full of wisdom. + We should see the struggling victim + In the toils of the ensnarer; + See the troubled spirit writhing + 'Neath the lashings of detraction; + See the burdened nature groaning + 'Mid the polished shafts of envy; + See the sinner's cunning malice, + In the act of human torture; + See the Christian's anxious fightings, + Foes without, and fears within him. + All these lessons we should garner + From each spirit's veiled communion. + Change is written on the landscape, + Change is speaking from the hearthstone, + All the work of sure mutation, + Lays its impress on the city. + Could the earliest explorer + Of this Eden habitation, + Tread once more the waving blue grass, + 'Mid her rivers, rills, and streamlets, + Not the aged Rip Van Winkle, + Oped his eyes in greater wonder, + Not the sleeper and the dreamer, + E'er beheld in more amazement. + Then the shaded, quiet woodland, + Was the home of untamed creatures; + Now the solitudes are teeming + With mankind and man's inventions; + Then the wolf, and bear, and panther, + Held their orgies in the caverns; + Now the silent grottoes foster + Only Nature's radiant jewels; + Then the rattle-snake's quick poison + Nerved its fangs to fierce encounter; + Now the bruised head lies harmless + 'Neath the heel of the seed of woman; + Then the canebrake and the thicket + Harbored noxious weeds and vipers; + Now the undergrowth has vanished, + 'Mid the golden sheaves of harvest; + Now the trees have laid their foliage, + In the dust of human footsteps, + Now the forest trees have fallen, + At the bidding of the woodman. + Oak and chestnut, hickory, walnut, + Poplar, sycamore, and locust, + Beech and elm and pine and cedar, + Laurel, holly, ash and maple-- + All the trees have bent their growing + To the husbandman's caprices. + All the beasts have fled to westward; + All the reptiles skulk in hiding; + All the rivers and the brooklets + Have subdued their wild, free rolling. + Ancient mounds and Aztec relics, + Mural signs and hieroglyphics, + Toltec remnants and weird mummies, + All the arts and queer devices + Of a prehistoric people, + Have entombed their sylvan phantoms, + In an everlasting Lethe. + Now the woods and plains are surveys, + Of distinctive tracts and precincts, + Now the wide, primeval limits + Bound neat villages and districts. + There are Bryantsville and Fitchport, + Buckeye, Logan Town and Tyro, + Duncan Town and Buena Vista, + Hyattville, Paint Lick, and Lowell, + Clustered round the mother city, + The fair city on the hillside; + Clustered 'mid the charming bowers + Of the Garrard county woodlands. + Now the wild flower's timid blooming + Colors distant fields and by-ways, + And the city's rare exotics, + In the crystal greenhouse, flourish; + Rose and lily and camelia, + Tulip, fuschia, and verbena, + Rear their gorgeous tints to gladden + Many a sweet domestic picture. + All the knotted thorns and briers, + Serve in close-cut garden hedges; + All the grapevine swings are curling + Over tasteful, latticed arbors. + Apples, pears, and plums, and peaches, + Herbs and blossoms, fruits and berries, + Swell the trade of horticulture, + Birds and fowls and flesh and fishes, + Now supply the city's market. + Houses, homes of care and culture, + Public buildings grand and costly, + Deckings rural and artistic, + All the mart and traffic symbols, + Mark the once entangled wildwood, + Deck the erst embowered valley. + Nature views her splendid ruins, + In a garb of man's creation; + Smooths her rugged frowns and wrinkles, + 'Neath the mask of modern pruning; + Draws her cloven foot in hiding, + Under skirts of art so simple; + Buries all her savage spirit, + In the graces of refinement; + Merges wilderness and mountain, + In the sea of cultivation. + And her name, no longer rustic, + Bears the soubriquet, Lancaster. + 'Tis our birthplace, dear and sacred, + In the heart of old Kentucky, + 'Tis the pride of Garrard county, + Fairest city of the hillside. + May she never know misfortune, + While the moons are waxing, waning, + May her blessings ever linger, + As the cycle brings its changes. + May the strife of human passions, + May all riots and dissensions, + May disease and flood and fire, + Lift their baleful shadows from her. + Let her children cling unto her, + 'Mid the wreck of mind and matter: + Be her sons' and daughters' motto, + Stand, united; fall, divided. + God protect thee, fair Lancaster-- + Cherished city, _pax vobiscum_. + + FINIS. + + + + + APPENDIX. + + + + + APPENDIX. + + + WAR OF 1812. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN JOHN FAULKNER'S COMMAND OF MOUNTED VOLUNTEER +MILITIA, IN AUGUST, 1813. (See page 23.) + + J----s Anderson, James Ashley, + Then John Ball, and William Bledsoe, + J----s Ball, and Jerry Blalock, + Aleck Boyle, and Henry Baker, + Thomas Clarke, and Martin Baker, + Rufus Carpenter, R. Curtis, + Samuel Gill, and Francis Dunkard, + William Hughes, and J----s Comely, + Isaac Holmes, John Frame, James Denny, + Henry Hews, and Moses Hubbard, + Edward Holmes, and Samuel Hogan, + Samuel Kennedy, James Hogan, + John Kincaid, and J----h Harris, + James Mershon, and Philip Hogan, + Moses Moore, and Samuel Jackman, + William Nicholson, John Hidrick, + Posey Price, and Stephen Letcher, + William Poe, and Roland Letcher, + Ennis Quinn, and Thomas Lankford, + Andrew Reid, and Edward Lethal, + Jacob Robinson, John Letcher, + William Ward, and Luther Mayfield, + C----s Smith, and R. McConnell, + James Shackelford, James McGarvin, + Robert Smith, and William Nelson, + Z----h Smith, and Ebsworth Owsley, + Ozias Williams, and G. Oatman, + Henry Williams, and John Preston, + Humphrey Sutton, and John Pollard, + Hugh M. Ross, and J----s Weldon, + J----n Schuyler, and John Woolley, + J----s Russell, and John Simpson, + Lastly, Isaac Peckleheimer. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN WILLIAM WOODS' COMPANY OF KENTUCKY MOUNTED +VOLUNTEER MILITIA, SEVENTH REGIMENT. (See page 24.) + + David Blankenship, John Williams, + Joseph Sprowl, and Joshua Martin, + James Williams, Sr., and Charles Reynolds, + Alexander Sprowl, John Ellis, + Henry Smith, and Edward Nichols, + Joseph Coffee, and John Northcutt, + William Progg, and C----s Pointer, + William Irvin, and James Trotter, + Moses Embry, and James Williams, + John McDowell, and James Connor, + R. L. Pearl, and William Thresher, + D. L. Myers, and John Irwin, + William Campbell, and Cage Grimsley, + Nicholas Owens, and James Russell, + Beverly Clayton, and John Davis, + R. L. Matthews, Joseph Connor, + Robert Appleby, Joshua Grider, + William Stockton, Jonathan Taylor, + John Calhoun, and Charles H. Flower. + + + MEXICAN WAR. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN CAPTAIN JOHNSON PRICE'S COMPANY OF GARRARD +VOLUNTEERS, JUNE, 1846. (See page 78.) + + W. O. Lawless, and L. Henson, + Oliver Yates,[12] and James G. Smiley, + John J. Miller,[12] William Evans, + John D. Miller,[12] Joseph Murphy,[12] + George H. Miller, William Herndon, + Robert White, and James F. Miller, + Thomas Blackerby,[12] James Lawless, + Horatio Arnold,[12] S. G. Evans,[12] + T. J. Vaughan,[12] and Andrew Harlan, + James Mershon, and Mason Logan, + Thomas Shipley,[12] and Charles Southern, + Ben Mershon,[12] and James B. Thornton,[12] + John T. Grooms,[12] and Robert Collier, + Richard Bruce,[12] and Daniel Banton,[12] + J----s Brown,[12] and O. O. Banton, + James M. Ford, and Jesse Batner,[12] + Jackson Holmes, and John H. Cleaveland, + William Forbes,[12] and J. Huffman, + Jesse May,[12] and H. B. Terrill,[12] + John Arbuckle,[12] and James Suel,[12] + William Robinson,[12] George Turner, + Then, George Baird,[12] Horatio Owens,[12] + Patrick Williamson, A. Arnold, + Next, George Robinson, H. Duggins, + William Perkins, D. C. Alspaugh,[12] + Sidney Hall, and Stephen Teater,[12] + Thomas Conn,[12] and S. H, Renfro, + Thompson Yates, and Joseph Harmon,[12] + Joseph Scott,[12] and C. Smithpeters,[12] + Hamilton Huffman, and James Hardin, + And the last is Warren Lamaster. + + + CIVIL WAR. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN COMPANY H, NINETEENTH REGIMENT KENTUCKY VOLUNTEER +INFANTRY, COMMANDED BY COL. WILLIAM J. LANDRAM, 1862. (See page 92.) + + Richard Anderson, James Stegar, + Jeremiah Carpenter, James Sherrer, + Henry Edgington. John Kerby,[13] + Henry Grimes, and James Fitzimmons, + Next, John Jones, and Daniel Sweeney, + J. Kincaid, and John Forgaty, + George Lamar, and Daniel Johnson, + Harvey Merriman, George Copeland,[12] + Henry Middleton, James Mochbee, + John O'Keefe, Horatio Wilson, + Tilford Rutherford, John Dismukes, + William Wells, and L. J. Hammonds,[12] + Then, George Forbes, and Thomas Norton,[12] + Henry Hurt, and Charles H. Owsley,[12] + Samuel Prim, and Edward Renfro,[12] + Abram Blackerby,[12] John Renfro, + Hugh Frizell,[12] and A. M. Renfro, + Harvey Smith,[12] and A. J. Wilson,[12] + Dennis Fox,[14] and W. H. Brady,[12] + Next, John Hurt,[14] and Jesse Chartreen, + Daniel Gaddis, Senior, Junior, + Daniel Duggins, and B. Stroxdal,[12] + Jennings Duggins, Walter Eason, + Benjamin Holtzclaw, Milton Finley, + William Madden, Albert Preston, + Thomas Pumphrey, David Preston, + Elijah Pumphrey, William Preston, + Nicholas Tobin, Patrick Ryan, + Joseph Williams, Michael Carroll. + + +LIST OF PRIVATES IN COLONEL JOHN K. FAULKNER'S COMMAND, COMPANY H, +NINETEENTH KENTUCKY FEDERAL CAVALRY. (See page 94.) + + John F. Baird, and Nelson Harmon, + Simeon Henderson, John Hardin, + Daniel Holman, and James Baker, + Ancel George, and William Johnson, + Jordan Holmes, James Church, George Lawson, + Wesley King, and Thomas Foley, + Allen Haggard, Joseph Baker, + Benjamin Baker, Moses Lawson, + Horatio Marksbury, James Graham, + J. H. Ray, and Isaac Pointer, + William Short, and Mason Pointer, + Joseph Baird,[14] and William Runyan, + Willis Pierce,[12] and Harvey Warren, + Andrew Adams,[12] and George Simpson, + Samuel Hall,[12] and Squire Wheeler, + James D. Nave, and George M. Kerby,[12] + Enoch Lunsford,[12] James D. Fletcher, + George A. Brown, and Campbell Shiplet,[14] + John Mulair, Elijah Simpson, + William Baker, and John Ryan, + William Scarbro,[12] William Warren,[12] + James M. Temple,[12] Daniel Herring, + Last, James Welsh, and Isaac Renfro. + + +PRIVATE SOLDIERS IN CAPTAIN THORNTON HACKLEY'S COMMAND, COMPANY G, FIRST +KENTUCKY FEDERAL CAVALRY. (See page 94.) + + James O'Lynn, James Kern, B. Merrill, + Thomas Adkinson, John Asher, + Thomas Austin, John H. Burton, + Aleck Bland, Moreau B. Bruner, + Thomas Blake, and William Cooley, + John A. Dunn, and L. M. Elliott, + Alexander Hicks, Charles Cummings, + Thomas Hughes, and Gabriel Greenleaf, + Absalom Jeffries, and James Hammock, + John Mahar, and William Layton, + Alexander Ross, Charles Simpson, + Joseph Vaughn, and Daniel Miller, + W. M. Vaughn, and Thomas Murphy, + James B. Wall, and Edward Saddler, + James P. Speake, and Michael Purcell, + W. A. Stotts, and Sidney Tudor, + Joseph Kennedy, John Purcell, + William Hart, and D. R. Totten, + John M. Anderson, A. Vincent, + William Sherod, and J. Harvey, + James F. Williamson, John Roberts, + Samuel Fitch, John Hart, M. Teater, + C. S. Bland, James Ball, R. Elkin, + C. S. Buzd, and William Broaddus, + Thomas Austin, and John Campbell, + Thomas Doolin, Hebsom Layer, + Sidney Murphy, Marion Warren, + Humphrey Best, and Samuel Blackerly. + + +COMPANY I., THIRD KENTUCKY CONFEDERATE CAVALRY, COMMANDED BY CAPTAIN M. +D. LOGAN. (See page 99.) + + Oliver King, Joe Higganbotham,[14] + Samuel Brown, John Higginbotham, + William Middleton, A. Doty,[12] + Simon Engleman,[12] Ross Comely, + Thomas Kennedy, John Farris, + Samuel Engleman, S. O'Bannon,[14] + John Stormes, John Brown, John Byers, + J. W. Brown, and T. L. Harris, + R. McGrath, and Robert Daniel, + R. L. Denton, Isaac Myers, + Francis Curtis, R. C. Farris, + Carroll Jennings, and Jack Thurman. + + +GARRARD MEN IN COLONEL GRIGSBY'S REGIMENT. + + Doctor William Pettus, Surgeon, + George S. Brown, and F. G. Peacock, + Thomas Simpson, and John Salter, + J. A. Doty, and Mack. Adams, + C. L. Grimes, D. Rodney Adams, + John E. Smith, and. J. A. Doty, + Joseph Pettus, and John Alford,[14] + William Grimes, and Archie Denny, + Thomas Richards, O. P. Herring, + Then Green Brown, and Richard Alford, + William Embry,[12] William Baughman. + + +COMPANY E, THIRD KENTUCKY CONFEDERATE CAVALRY, MICHAEL SALTER, CAPTAIN. +(See page 100.) + + A. R. Pendleton, Jack Stagner, + Clayton Anderson, John Merritt, + Benjamin Ford, and T. M. Arnold, + Jacob Brown, and C. A. Finley, + Aleck Ray, and A. R. Harris, + William Terrill, and John Mitchell, + William Dismukes and James Thornton,[12] + James H. Jennings,[14] Louis Sutfield,[12] + Thomas Jennings,[14] W. H. Beazley, + Benjamin Jennings, Stirling Willis, + Gabriel Jennings, Alford Givens, + Russell Jennings, Michael Elkin, + Arabia Jennings, H. C. Buford, + Thompson Denton,[12] Jennings Burton, + James W. Adams, and George Bettis, + A. B. Arnold, and John Beazley, + Butler Hudson, John G. Doty, + Jones L. Adams, and John Arnold, + Thomas Leavell, and John Royston, + Jesse Royston, and John Gardner.[12] + + +A LIST OF GARRARD COUNTY CONFEDERATES WHO JOINED COMMANDS ELSEWHERE. (See +page 101.) + + J. L. Robinson, Jos. Burnside, + D. H. Arnold, Benjamin Tracy, + W. G. Dunn, and James McQuery, + W. McQuery, and Rush Elkin, + Bowen Jones, John Jones, James Hyatt, + James Jones, John Smith, and H. C. Thornton, + Anderson Jones, John Pierce, James Comely, + Benjamin Lear, and W. Campbell, + Robert Wall, S. King, John Patton, + H. T. Noel, and I. Curtis, + A. Montgomery, B. Mullins, + R. R. Noel, W. Owsley. + Dudley Akin, C. C. Miller. + + +[12]Dead. + +[13]Killed at Vicksburg. + +[14]Killed. + + + + + NOTE BY THE AUTHOR. + + +The publication of the Song of Lancaster has been delayed eighteen months +in order to obtain the names of the Garrard County Confederate soldiers. +The author advertised extensively with this view, and one hundred and +twenty-seven names have been procured. 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