VOL. XII.
APRIL,
NO. -7,
1887.
EDITORS: J. PAGE MASSIE, Mu Sigma Rho, { W. C. SCOTT, · W. F. LEWIS.
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Philologian, { R. D. TUCKER , . J. D. MARTIN.
Business Manager-,Y. A. BORUM, Assistant Business Manager-W. C. ROBINSON.
I'll An incident,
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Dut·ing tho Lato War, in the Life of Col. Geo. D. Al e xander, of the Third A1·kansas Regiment.
'L'he long-stemmed battle o'er aud lost, 'fhe order came, ·' Retreat ! " But many hearts lay cold and still On beds of daisies sweet, And tlHilled no more at the onset bold, Nor heard retreating feet. 'l'he living left the lonely dead Upon the spot they fell, And turiied with saddened faces ba ck 'fhe tale of rout to tell ; nut on the kindly daisies there The dead slept soft ancl well. The steady tramp ·wore through the night Into t,he cheerless day, And wearily they kept the pace That led away-away, For who cot1ld face an iron foe '!'hat swept their mnks like hay? BesiLlc the road an officer Lay wounded like to death All pallid, faint, and helpless he, With scarcely strength for breath; And 'twas his company plodding by, As one to the othe1•s saith : "Be ca~y, boys'; there lies the man Who led us in the fight; We love liim, and we won't pass on Until we've done him right; Shrevepo1·t, La., Nov. 4, ]886. •
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Come softly, shake our Captain's hand, F0r he'll be dead ere night. And boys , the flower of Arkansas, From text-books to the ranks, Filed past ., with misty eyes, upon 'l'he Shenamloah's banks, And gently prc ss'ld tl1cir Captain's handAnd meanwhile damnecl the Yanks. A big, gruff, bearded Irishman Brought up the rearmost file, ·And knelt beside the suffering ma11, And sobbed and sobbed the while; A.nd as that :farewell band looked 011, : Through tears there came a smile. 'l'he Sergeant tnrned unto the boys. His face with grief full rife : "Bcgorra ! boys," whiic they gazed llown On that fast-waning life, " ·we'll niver see the Cap'n ngin. I'll kiss him for his wife." The kiss of that rough soldier there Thrilled through the Captain's soul, And started fresh the sluggish life From heart-fount to its goal : And one less grave kind Nature sods By Shenandoah' ~ roll. T,, R. HAMBERLIN.