20. a Poetical and patriotic gem.
by the Descendant of an F. F. V.
On the memorable twenty-first of July, the day of the great battle near Manassas, a party of civilians, consisting of C. T. Greenleaf, Esq., of this city, G. P. Putnam, Esq., of New York, . . . . Rev. D. Torrey, of Ithaca, N. Y., and one or two others, were at Fairfax Court House, Virginia, and on the spot where the Virginia Rifles had been stationed, Mr. Greenleaf picked up a paper carefully and legibly written in blue ink. It proved to be a gem of rare merit, a rough diamond, indicating that the Muses and the school-master are abroad, and for the edification of our readers we are permitted to give below a verbatim et literatim copy:My harp is hung on the willou tree, Its of to the war I will gou
My peace home has no charms for me, He meet them on the potomac show
There is a war a kindling fast tis on land & sea, And we must and face our enemee
Great Britain eighty years a gou, whilst we were young and slender
She aimt at us a mortal bow, but God was our defender
Jehovah. saw her horid plan Great Washinton he gave us
his holiness inspired that man With power and skill to save Us
She sent her fleets and armies ore To ransack kill and plunder
Our heroes met them on the show And did beat them back like thunder
Our Independance we possest And with there hands they assind it
But on thare hearts twas near imprest And never could we find it
We, bore it untel forbarrance twas degrading They wood rob our ship at sea and stop Us from furron nation a trading
The Washing has built his famo with credit and renoun
He has planted a tree of libertee that Britteans cant pul down
The roots they reach from Show to Show the Branches reach the sky
Tis oh for freedom wele a dow Will Conquer foes or die
for James Schofiele (from Lynchbug virginia for James P. Christian--Bath (Me.) Times.
