BENEATH THE FLAG.

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Beneath the Flag.

N the sunny hillside sleeping,
On the calm and placid plain,
By the rivers swiftly sweeping,
By the rudely roaring main,
Lie the men who saved the nation
In the dark hour long ago,
Meeting death with proud elation
From a brave but erring foe.

In their earthly sleep unending
Do the nations martyred sons

Hear the war shouts hoarsely blending
With the booming of the guns?

Do they quicken at the rattle

As the mighty band sweeps by?

Do they see that still in battle
Heroes rise to do or die?

Let us hope these warriors knighted
In the bright hereafter know

That our nation firm united

Faces now a common foe;

That beneath the dear Old Glory,
Clearing freedom's splendid way,
Adding lustre to its story,

Side by side march Blue and Gray!

Cleveland Plain Dealer.

PATRIOTISM AT SQUAWVILLE.

Patriotism at Squawville.

TIMES is mighty dull at Squawville, an' we've

nothin' else to do,

Fur to serve as daily pastime and to keep from gittin'

blue,

But to loaf around the gin-mill an' discuss the latest

news,

An' absorb the fiery substance known to scientists as booze.

A-discussin' of the rumpus with the Spaniards, pro

and con,

Has become the leadin' feature; we begin the gab at

dawn

When we sip our mornin' bracer, an' we talk about the fight

Till we go a-whoopin' homeward quite how-comeyou-so at night.

There's a dif'rence of opinion as to how the powers that are

Back at Washington assembled should proceed to run the war;

But upon the vital question that ol' Cuba should be

free

As a comprehensive unit we unanimous agree.

As the news kep' gittin' hotter all our patr'otism riz, In a figgerative manner, till you 'most could hear it sizz,

An' at frequent intermissions while a chawin' of the

rag,

We would cheer fur Uncle Samuel an' the country an' the flag.

Never had a bit o' trouble on the argumentive deal Till ol' Poker Billy Davis made a quite disloyal squeal

By a-sayin' that he soldiered fur the cause that's vanished hence,

An' he's never liked a Yankee wuth a continental

sence.

He had hit the bowl that mornin' in a too extensive

way,

Which undoubtedly accounted fur his wild an' fatal

play;

Fur his craziness resulted in the diggin' of a hole,
An' a mortuary drama, William in the leadin' role.

We jes' grabbed the boozy blower, an' we run him to the bar,

An' we made him drink a swaller to each indivijul

star

PATRIOTISM AT SQUAWVILLE.

On the flag he had insulted, till we filled him to the throat,

An' till every vital organ in his system was afloat. Sich a load o' liquid pizen would have killed an army

mule,

Which was what the stuff accomplished fur the Yankee-hatin' fool,

An' the only one that mourned him was ol' Crazy Jane McGill,

Her that runs the boardin' shanty, whom the same he owed a bill.

Denver Post.