Come--sisters--come!
The din of arms is rising from the vale,
Bright arms are glittering in the morning sun
And trumpet tones are ringing in the gale!
Hurrah-hurrah!
As fast and far
We hurry to behold the blithesome game of War!
Haste--sisters--haste!
The drums are booming, shrill fifes whistling clear,
The scent of human blood is in the blast,
And the load cannon stuns the startled ear.
Away--away!
To view the fray,
For us a feast is spread when Man goes forth to slay.
Rest--sisters--rest!
Here on these blasted pines; and mark beneath
How war's red whirlwind shakes earth's crazy breast
And cumbers it with agony and death.
Toil, soldiers, toil,
Through war's turmoil,
We Vultures gain the prize--we Vultures share the spoil.
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Not Generally Known.
The new three cent stamp smacks of the Revolution; containing, as it
does, the portraits of two military heroes of that period. General
WASHINGTON will be recognized at once, while in the background can be
discerned that brilliant officer--General GREEN.
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Our Future Millionaires.
Once let the Celestials get our American way of doing business, and
there will be plenty of China ASTORS among us.
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