Gettysburg After the Battle

VOL. VII.—No. 347.]

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JOHN BURNS, THE ONLY MAN IN GETTYSBURG, PA., WHO FOUGHT AT THE BATTLE. PHOTOGRAPHED BY BRADY.—[SEE PAGE 534.]

THE STOLEN STARS.

[Not many weeks ago, at a dinner, at which were present Major-General LEWIS WALLACE, THOMAS BUCHANAN REAP, and JAMES E. MURDOCK, a conversation sprung up respecting ballads for soldiers. The General maintained that hardly one had been written suited for the camp. It was agreed that each of them should write one. The following is that by General WALLACE.]

WHEN good old Father Washington

Was just about to die

He called our Uncle Samuel

Unto his bedside nigh:

"This flag I give you, Sammy dear,"

Said Washington, said he; "Where'er it floats, on land or wave,

My children shall be free."

And fine old Uncle Samuel

He took the flag from him,

And spread it on a long pine pole,

And prayed and sung a hymn. A pious man was Uncle Sam

Back fifty years and more :

The flag should fly till Judgment-Day,

So, by the lord, he swore!

And well he kept that solemn Oath;

He kept it well, and more:

The thirteen stars first on the flag

Soon grew to thirty-four; And every star bespoke a State,

Each State an empire won:

No brighter were the stars of night

Than those of Washington.

Beneath that flag two brothers dwelt; To both 'twas very dear;

The name of one was Puritan,

The other Cavalier.

"Go build ye towns," said Uncle Sam

Unto those brothers dear;

"Build any where, for in the world
You've none but God to fear."

"I'll to the South," said Cavalier,

" I'II to the South," said he;

"And I'll to the North," said Puritan

" The North's the land for me." Each took a flag, each left a tear

To good old Uncle Sam ;

He kissed the boys, he kissed the flags, And, doleful, sung a psalm. '

And in a go-cart Puritan

His worldly goods did lay;

With wife, and gun, and dog, and axe, He, singing, went his way. Of buckskin was his Sunday suit, His wife wore linsey-jeans; And fat they grew, like porpoises, On hoe-cake, pork, and beans.

But Cavalier a cockney was;

He talked French and Latin; Every day he wore broadcloth,

While his wife wore satin. He went off in a painted ship

In glory he did go;

A thousand niXXers up aloft, A thousand down below.

The towns were built, as I've heard said; Their likes were never seen:

They tilled the North, they filled the South, They tilled the land between.

"The Lord be praised!" said Puritan; "Bully !" said Cavalier;

"There's room and town-lots in the West, If there isn't any here."

Out to the West they journeyed then, And in a quarrel got;

One said 'twas his, he knew it was; The other said 'twas not.

One drew a knife, a pistol t'other, And dreadfully they swore:

From Northern Lake to Southern Gulf Wild rang the wordy roar.  (Next Page)

RESIDENCE OF JOHN BURNS, AT GETTYSBURG, PENNSYLVANIA.—PHOTOGRAPHED BY BRADY. - [SEE PAGE 534.]