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But glaring from its inky folds,­ Disclosed in ghastly white relief, The morning suu with brilliant rays, The dreaded, fearful, deathly name, Adorns the dewy eastern bills; Of the guerilla rebel chief!'. And gentle breezes stir the trees, All faces blanch, all lips are dumb; Where dauce the sparkling mountain rills. No seer now needs their fate to iell; The little hamlet in the vale, That name upon the sable flag, Seems scarcely yet to be astir; One word tells all-it is, QUANTRELL! Though morning light is far advanced, No hope, no mercy. no escape, When rest must end, and work recur. From this dread fiendish scourge of men: The water-wheel upon the stream, But like the mighty avalanche, Is silent, useless and decayed; Descending on the Alpine glen, The whirling stones and busy looms, He comes, a moving, living woe­ No longer turn with bustling trade. Leading an outlawed madmen band, No traffic on the little mart, \Vhose mercy and compassion are, Its action, stir and life are gone; The car bine-shot and fire-brand. The streets seem like a holiday, With mirth, and joy, and cheer withdrawn. But let not pen attempt to paint, The sick'ning horrors of that scene; And where are now those stalwart men, Where brutal, calm, remorseless men, We always saw in former days? Themselves like savages demean: Here are but women and gray-heads, Where age and youth and innocence, And little children at their plays. Defenceless women, babes and all; Alas! the year is sixty-one, Alike must meet a common doom, Rebellion, war and civil strife, Mute, piteous, dumb, each one must fall. Are loosed on our beloved land, .. .. .. Threat'niog the very nation's life. • * * * * The ev'ning sun with milder rays, 0 brave Missouri, doubly grand, Does now adorn the western bills; How melancholy is yom fate! And gentle breezes stir the trees, Traitors without, traitors within, Where dance the sparkling mountain rills. A traitor at your helw of 8tate ! The little hamlet in the .-ale, H ark. she commands her loyal sons, Alas! is of the things that were; With speed to strike her cruel foes; There's scarce a stone to mark the place, Ere dark secession raise her flag, Where late was life, and joy, and stir. With quick, triumphant, deadly blows. Its altars, homes and firesides, With rebel, fierce, guerilla raids. Are silent desolation all; Her life-blood ebbs at ev'ry vein; The smoke from its blackened ruins, Rise loyal sons! a world looks on! Hangs o'er it like a sombre pall. Her sacred honor you'll maintain. Remorseless, tl1e guerilla horde, D::>wn with her chief executive! Moves up the hill with brutal pride, Up with the banner of the brave! For they went from that scene of death, Though it shall co3t h er h eart's best blood, Leaving not one single soul alive. The State and Union must be saved! But who is this descends the hill, What wonder, then, her looms are still, With quick'ning strides aclown the gap? Her mill-stoues, wheels and busy marts; A soldier with the union blue, Her true sons heard their count,ry's call, And captain's golden shoulder-straps. Quick to respond with willing hearts. Too late to turn, he sees the band, Then yields with steps that never lag ; * * * * * * * * For he too, knew the meaning well, But wheuce those sountls of tramping steeds, Of that dread-omened sable flag. Anou borne on the .morning air, Which seem to come far up the hill. Instinciively he casts his eye, With faint drnru-beat and trumpet's blare? Upon the little vale below,­ Again all's silent as the grave, The hardened outlaws even paled, Save still that muffled tramp, tramp, tramp, To see that strong man's awful woe. Causing the stoutest hearts to chill: He looked where once had stood his home, Cov'ring the brow with terror's damp. Now only rui!,l, dust and smoke,- The villagers with anxious eyes, One choking sob, a ling'ring moan, Now see far up the sloping hill, And he had calmed the heart that broke. A troop of horse, with manner strange, Moving so swift and yet so still. " It has then come to this," he said, " 0lll' all, an offering must be, Nearel', and nearer yet they come, Our bleeding country asks it. aR Their forms they now can plainly see; The prjce we pay for loy!llty." All sit superb upon their steeds, The outlaw turned that evil face. With slouching hats armed cap-a-pie. Black with malignity and hate; A sable pennon, strange and weird, " 'Tis thus," he said, " I'd lmve them all, Now l'Olls out on the morning breeze; Whc;> would coerce this sovereign State:" I 2 tttE COLLEGE SPECULUM. " We do not fear." the soldier said, For to the av'rage carnal mind. " The honest foe, however mad: A genuine revenge is sweet: But such as you, who skulk behind, And for some crimes, we look in vain A craven pirate's fell black flag! For pumshment that's just and meet. And though you fire the homes, upon Until the teachings of our youth, The State"s ten thousa,nd hills to-day; Come o·er us like a sudden spell; The patriot spark implanted here, And om· whole being . long amain, Shall rise, and still the Union stay! For the real, old-fashioned hell. " And though our homes and innocents, Yes, literal fire and brimstone. A very holocaust ::;hall be: 'I'\ ith heat that ne'er consumes but burns; The stars and stripes upon the breeze, The molten. seething, fiery lake, 8hall now and evermore float free! Whose wa,es roll on, lmt to rettu·n. Turn, ye insensate bloodhounds, turn, Into whose bottomless ahYss. Once more behold these ruined homes; Stifling, the hot black ciarkness pours; The ue olation here you've wrought. Where the lost souJs in vain do cry, Faintly portrays your day of doom! And gnash their teeth forevermore. "Ma~ dreams of carnage, blood and crime, Where the curling smoke of torment, Ne'er give you slumber, rest or peace; Shall nei-er, never, cease to roll; May fiends and spectres rack youT minds, And the gnawu1g worm that dieth not, And furies' torments never cease! With untold anguish, stings the ::;oul. May madd'ning fancies goad your brains, * • * .. • * Till earth can no more respite bring; Inquiring minds will doubtless ask, Until your inmost hearts shall feel, What useful purpose is subserved; 'file adder's fangs, the scorpion's sting! By strictures on those painful tirnes, However much they be desened. " May deep, dark treachery pursue, May drea-1 make friends and comrades foes, The purpose is a two-fold one, May apprehension sap each joy, And is not difficult to see; And each new day new woes clisclosel For first it shows us brother man, May gulit and agony conjure, Both as he is and as should be. Assassins' blows, avengers' snares: 'Tis said the lion in his path, Till ev'ry hope of life become The crouching panther in his lair; The dust and ashes of despair! Met by the calm, determined eye, Subdued, will tm:n aside and spare. " May horrors of your choice in life, Attend you on your beds of death; But let him once have tasted blood, May mothers' shrieks and children's cries, No power on earth his will can stay; Accompany your latest breath! But ev'ry muscle taut with rage, The ghostly pbala= of your dead, He springs resistless on his prey. The sight your dying eyes shall see; 'Tis so, revered, majestic man, And the la t sounds that greet your ears, Crowned as the lord of all he trod; The death-rattle of your victims be! Controlled, enlightened, christianized, He walks the earth the friend of God! " May each myriad woe you've wrought, Return to you, a thousand worse: But once his evil passions rouse, Till all hell's legion fiends combine, Give um·egenerate nature sway, To wreak on you this father's curse! " No power but strength and force can quell, "Enough.