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diff --git a/31594.txt b/31594.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b3c2ad6 --- /dev/null +++ b/31594.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4089 @@ +Project Gutenberg's The Song of Lancaster, Kentucky, by Eugenia Dunlap Potts + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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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