AN IDYL. Yield the grave its rights — undying - Let him see grim insurrection, Blight his hopes, disgrace his name, Gnaw his heart like vultures Commend unto his lips a chalice, Poisoned with the scorn of men. Skulking, (guilty fear confounding,) then Like the judgment trump to him. Let his last breath be, when dying, Miasma from his Southern bogs; Dead, then leave his carrion lying, "In that last ditch " like a dog's. 1 197 THE OLD SERGEANT.* THE Carrier cannot sing to-day the ballads With which he used to go, Rhyming the grand-rounds of the happy New-Years For the same awful and portentous shadow That overcast the earth, And smote the land last year with desolation, Still darkens every hearth. And the Carrier hears Beethoven's mighty death-march Come up from every mart, And he hears and feels it breathing in his bosom, And beating in his heart. And to-day, like a scarred and weatherbeaten veteran, Again he comes along, To tell the story of the Old Year's struggles, In another New-Year's song. And the song is his, but not so with the story; Was told in prose to Assistant-Surgeon Austin, By Robert Burton, who was brought up on the Adams, And who told the story to the Assistant-Surgeon But the singer feels it will better suit the ballad, If all should deem it right, *This poem was distributed on the first day of the year, 1863, by the carriers of the Louisville Journal. THE OLD SERGEANT. To sing the story as if what it speaks of 199 Thank you! let me take Draw your chair up draw it closer just another little sup! Maybe you may think I'm better, but I'm pretty well used up Doctor, you've done all you could do, but I'm just a going up. "Feel my pulse, sir, if you want to, but it is no use to try." "Never say that,” said the surgeon, as he smothered down a sigh, "It will never do, old comrade, for a soldier to say die!" "What you say will make no difference, Doctor, when you come to die. "Doctor, what has been the matter?" faint, they say; "You were very "Doctor, have I "Doctor, will you please You must try to get to sleep now." There is something I must tell you, and you won't have long to stay! "I have got my marching orders, and am ready now to go; Doctor, did you say I fainted? — but it could n't have For as been so sure as I'm a sergeant and was wounded at Shiloh, I've this very night been back there on the old field of Shiloh ! "You may think it all delusion--all the sickness of the brain If you do, you are mistaken, and mistaken to my pain; For upon my dying honor, as I hope to live again, I have just been back to Shiloh, and all over it again! "This is all that I remember: the last time the Lighter came, And the lights had all been lowered, and the noises much the same; He had not been gone five minutes before something called my name 'ORDERLY SERGEANT ROBERT BURTON!'- just that way it called my name. "Then I thought, who could have called me so distinctly and so slow? It can't be the Lighter, surely; he could not have spoken so; And I tried to answer, 'Here, sir!' but I could n't make it go, For I could n't move a muscle, and I could n't make it go! "Then I thought, it's all a nightmare-all a humbug and a bore! It is just another grapevine,* and it won't come any more; But it came, sir, notwithstanding, just the same words as "That is all that I remenber, till a sudden burst of light, And I stood beside the river, where we stood that Sun day night, * I am unable to explain this slang, which appears to be Western, and born of the war. THE OLD SERGEANT. 201 Waiting to be ferried over to the dark bluffs opposite, When the river seemed perdition and all hell seemed opposite ! “And the same old palpitation came again with all its power, And I heard a bugle sounding as from heaven or a tower; And the same mysterious voice said: 'IT IS—the ElevENTH HOUR! "Doctor Austin, what day is this?" "It is Wednesday night, you know." "Yes! To-morrow will be New-Year's, and a right good time below! What time is it, Doctor Austin? "Nearly twelve." "Then don't you go! Can it be that all this happened — all this ago! not an hour "There was where the gunboats opened on the dark, rebellious host, And where Webster semicircled his last guns upon the coast; There were still the two log-houses, just the same, or else their ghost; And the same old transport came and took me over — or its ghost! “And the whole field lay before me, all deserted far and wide : There was where they fell on Prentiss there McClernand met the tide; There was where stern Sherman rallied, and where Hurlbut's heroes died; Lower down, where Wallace charged them, and kept charging till he died! |