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About The Henry County weekly. (McDonough, GA.) 18??-1934 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 6, 1911)
Uncle Hillbillie s Wish For Resurrection Day. (By 0. T. Dozier.) (Read by the author at the an nual reunion of Camp Hardee, United Confederate Veterans, held at Avondale Park Satur day, July 29.) In the morn of resurrection. When old Gabriel toots his lute, And them that fated downwards Prepare to shoot the shute, And them that’s destined upward To mansions in the sky Begin to hump and hustle And spread their wings to fly, 1 vant the special pleasure— If such pleasure be allowed — To be the fust to git up thar, And to stand upon a cloud, To watch the big procession, As it marches through the gate, For my comrades all will be in line. And be coming soon or late. First, methink I’d see my com rades Of good old Company A Coine swooping up to enter, With their passports all 0. K. My captain and my colonel 1 know I’d recognize A soon as they should come in range. Of my old longing eyes. And I’ll bet old Pete a thousand — If he bet he’s not afraid — Not a man will thar be absent From all my old brigade. 1 know Td see Joe Johnson, Old Bragg and General Hood, Who faced the storm of battle And swam thro’ seas of bloQd; With Joe Wheeler and Pat Cle burne, John Morgan, Polk and Price, To Peter give the countersign, And go thro’ in a trice. Brave old Breckinridge .and Falkner, Kirby Smith and old Hardee; General Forrest and old Bushrod, And many more I’d see — With our own R. D. Johnston, And our late lamented Bush, In line abreast on that great day, All go thro’ in a rush. For they were gamesters every one — Not a quitter in the lot — And when it come to scrappin’ They wuz always on the spot; And the good Lord loves a scrapper, When they’re thoroughbred and game. Like Moses and old Sampson, And others I could name — Such as that young feller David, Who knocked out in one round The big heavy-weight, Goliath, And stretched him on the ground. And of course, if God loves figh ters, He cannot but help like The men of Lee and Johnston, For never down the pike Came nobler, braver, better men, Or men of greater might, Than those who ’neath the Stars and Bars, Fought for God for home and right, And if up thar my wish could bring All that I’d like to see, I’d have the whole great armies Of Johnston and of Lee United in one column grand, Without one man amiss, Go m irehing thro’ old Peter’s gate To everlasting bliss. What matter if among the crowd The heading for that place, Should come a few who while on earth, Were somewhat short on grace? WITH the Latest Improved Machinery and Tools and the Best Workmen is in better shape to do your repair work on short notice. There is no such thing as a better equipped Jobbing Machine Shp in the South—No better mechanics. We repair anything in the way of machinery from a bicycle to a locomotive or battleship. Quality is the only way it is fig ured here. BARNEY OLDFIELD 808 BURMAN .tWM Firestone Terms Strictly Cash. PHONE 75. I’ll wager now the golden crown Which I expect to wear That every one who wore the gray Will get a welcome there. For He, the great Commanding Chief Of all the hosts on high, Will look upon a soldier’s faults With kind, forgiving eye; And as He knows their cause was just. And they were brave and true, He will, no doubt, command old Pete To let ’em all go through. I’m sure I’d see brave Mosby there, Longstreet and Pickett, too; Jeb Stuart and old Beauregard- Rip-roaring Pelham true, With A. P. and brave D. H. Hill, And grand old Fitzhugh Lee; Wade Hampton, too, right in the push, And, of course, old General Bee. With all their men in phalnax grand Come swooping up on high, In double-quick on spreading wings To encampments in the sky. I’d want ’em to come galooting, Full of vim and full of pranks, Jest like I used to see ’em When they charged upon the yanks. And then the flag that Peter thar Would be holding out in sight, Would be a great big banner Of perfect spotless white; And them angels and arch-angels In heaven looking out To see our fellers coming Would set up such a shout As would sound just like the Rebel yell, When we put the yanks to rout. And when Jackson’s brave foot cavalry Came whooping up the slope, | Thar would be no use for doubt ing, Or a moment’s loss of hope, That thro’ the gates they’d go right in, Or scale the Jasper wall, For nothin’ save chain-lightnin’ Could Stonewall’s men aDpail. I would like to see Jeff Davis, So faithful, firm and true, Lead up the great procession, And see them safely through. And I’d know full well if down the line A shout rose mounting high That the boys had jumped a rab bit, Or Stonewall was riding by. And should I hear some darn galoot Crying, “Mister, here’s your mule,” I’d know that he was poking fun At some poor country fool. But like as not if I was thar A standin’ on that cloud, I’d be so full of happiness — A hurrahing at the crowch- That I’d forget just whar I wuz, And what I was doin’ thar, And be trying to pluck from heaven’s crown Its every shining star — To pin em on the faded coats — Those ragged jackets gray, Like the women did with roses When to war we marched away. And when grand old Lee on Traveler Came loping up and high, Altho’ I stood at heaven’s gate, I’d have to yell or die; Fori could no more hold my breath, Or stop the rising yell, Than could powder keep from ’splodin’ If droped in flames of —well, You know I’d have to give a squall, Or raise some kind of fuss, And whether Peter liked or not, I wouldn’t care a cuss. MACHINE SHOP Near Depot CAN satisfy your wants in supplies for anything in machinery, automobile, bi= cycle, or sewing machine line. FIRESTONE, The Quality Tire for Automobiles. ALL SIZES AND TYPES. MCDONOUGH, GA. NECROMANCY. W.ZARI) of the wilding ways. Ruler of the changing days, Round and round the world and under. Skies of motley, woods of wonder, Stately mountain, moody sea, Matter fixed and forces free. Form and color, use. intent. Yield unto thy blandishment. Wizard of the wilding ways, Beauty ever speaks thy praise. Flowery meads and fruitful fields Light and shade that seed time yields, Streams that bear the harvest down, Hills that templed cities crown. Ever living, ever dying. To thy will are still complying. Wizard of the wilding ways; Man, thy power doth amaze. Little does he understand Of the cunning of thy hand That doth mark the leaf with veins And control the plangent rains. But he treasures up thy deeds, And they unify his creeds. —Charles W. Stevenson. , CHANGED. TpROM the outskirts of the town, Where of old the milestone stood, Now a stranger, looking down, I behold the shadowy crown Of the dark and haunted wood. IS It changed, or am I changed? Oh, the oaks are fresh and green, • But the friends with whom I ranged Through their thickets are estranged By the years that intervene. T>RIGHT as ever Hows the sea. Bright as ever shines the sun; But, alas, they seem to me Not the sun that used to be, Not the tides ihui used to run! ■ —Longfellow. ARRANMORE. OARRANMORE. loved Arranmore.l Low oft I dream of thee And of those days when by thyj shore 1 wandered yorng arid free! Full many a path I’ve tried sinco then Through pleasure’s flowery maze. But ne’er could find the bliss again 1 felt in tho.se sweet days. How blithe upon the breezy cliffs At sunny rnprn. I've stood With heart as bounding as the skiffs That danced along the flood Or when the western wave grew.bright < With daylight’s parting wing Have sought that Eden in its light Which dreaming poets sing— That Eden where th' immortal brave Dwell in a land serene. Whose bowers beyond the shining wave At sunset oft are seen! Ah, dream too full of saddening truth! Those mansions o’er the main Are like the hopes i built in youth— As sunny and as vain! —Thomas Moore.
