June 24, 1865

Macomb Eagle

For the Macomb Eagle.

“How are You Shoulder Straps?”

BY A PRIVATE SOLDIER.

            The sentinel paced before the door,
The night wind whistled cold;
Said he, “an hour, and hour, and may be more,
E’re my relief is told.”

He drew his blanket to his form,
His right hand to his cap,
Quick wheeled and faced the driving storm,
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

“Present arms, you dunderpate,”
The Colonel roughly said,
As he strode onward through the gate,
With high and stately tread.
At the mansion door in glittering style
The Colonel gives a rap –
A lady meets him with a smile –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

Here straps and stripes together dance,
And brass and silk combine –
Talk of cotton’s late advance –
Drink sanitary wine.
But still the soldier walks his beat –
The drum has sounded taps –
The dance goes on, the ladies greet –
How are you, Shoulder Straps?

Poor fellow bit a crust of tack;
The rain began to pour;
He drew his blanket to his back,
And wished the war was o’er.
He hears the music’s thrilling charms
But never feels unwrapt,
Brass men with ladies to their arms –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

“This horrid war will soon be o’er,”
The soldier blandly said,
And things return as they were before
These Shoulder Straps were made –
When brains will rule the world again,
While brains return to sap,
And sense shall choose our public men –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

When solder boys again are free,
You’ll see some feathers fall,
The day we’re mustered out, he, hel-
By zounds! we’ll tell it all.
A thousand ears will hear the tale,
A thousand hands will clap,
A groan shall echo hill and vale –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

The election day is doomed to come,
And you will have the blues,
For soldiers all will be at home
To pay you your just dues.
We’ll choose for office better men –
As you hear something drap –
And laugh as you get up again –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

Beneath the ballot box, with care,
We’ll bury you forlorn,
So deep that you will never hear,
The toot of Gabriel’s horn.
We’ll write a line above your head,
To be read by mole and bat,
As they will mourn for you when dead –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

MORAL.

To Shoulder Straps who act the man
Our glasses we will fill –
When peace again shall bless the land,
We’ll rally round them still;
But if they fail to do what’s right,
There’ll be an after clap,
For we can vote as well as fight –
How are you, Shoulder Strap?

 

Grand Reception of the 78th.

            Receptions have become the order of the day. It is no trouble now a days to get up a magnificent reception on the shortest possible notice. To illustrate how a grand reception went off in this place on Wednesday last would require more space than we have to spare, and a proper description of which our faltering men utterly fails to portray. On Wednesday last the members of the 78th regiment returned home after an absence of nearly three long years, during which time they faced danger in every conceivable form for the purpose of securing to stay-at-home patriots the blessings of civil and religious liberty. They have been urged to leave their families and their friends by these men and told that they would ever hold their memory sacred, and when they returned to their homes, they would receive them with open arms and with shouts of joyful welcome: yea, the very heavens with the echoes should resound. How well they have kept their promises could be seen when on Wednesday last, they arrived at home. Out of a population of 3,000 souls, some ten or twelve persons perhaps, congregated at the corner of West Jackson street, and received such as they were personally acquainted with, with a cold shake of the hand and a cool how d’ye do? We think we can see some poor fellow who has suffered more, if possible, than the second death, in some hospital, where amid the dead and dying he raises his eyes to heaven and with a heart overflowing with gratitude, and in feeble accents murmurs “Father, I thank thee that I have been permitted to take my life in my hand and go forth to battle for those noble, generous hearted people who, when I return from a long an wearisome campaign of more than three long tedious years will welcome me home with honor and great joy.” But on account of the overflowing of their hearts they could not give utterance to one single shout of welcome.

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Temperance.

            Editor Macomb Eagle: I notice that the council have consented finally to grant license. The editor of the Journal crowed a little too soon over his temperance victory and pretends to feel sore, that the men he supported at the last city election should be as strong advocates of selling whiskey as G. F. Clark or John Simmons. Thad. and his temperance sympathizers can blame nobody but themselves, for it was well known on the day of election, by those possessed of the least amount of acumen, that the ticket elect was just as much in favor of license as the one defeated, and I think they got just as many votes by so representing as they did English and Irish votes, by representing that Burton and his friends would stop the work on the school building, if the opposition was elected, or by offering work on the building as a premium to voters who supported Dr. Jordan. I have been informed that Dr. Jordan openly represented that he was in favor of license (just as they have been granted) before the election; how silly it was then for the organ of the temperance men, I mean the Journal, to talk about “leasing it to their consciences,” that is, the present council, when they have done no more than they agreed to do prior to their election. I am well aware that some of these temperance men, so called, claimed that Dr. Jordan pledged himself to use his influence against granting license, but no one believes this assertion. The fact is, the temperance men have shown their stupidity and of course do not want to acknowledge it. The write of this is well aware that there were certain church members in twon who were loud mouthed on the day of the election, in their support of our present worthy Mayor on the ground that he was opposed to license, who must have known, and did know better, but he would have received their support, if he had have been as notorious for immoral habits as he is for morality. Why, then did they support him? Because he belonged to a certain political party of which Wendell Phillips is the head and drunken Chandler, of Michigan, is the tail and for still stronger motives, because the Dr. represented certain local interests that affected their pockets. – Perhaps you do not believe this? I will say that it is only in keeping with the cant and hypocracy so prevalent here and throughout the country.

WEST SIDE.

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What We Dislike.

            We dislike to hear preachers eternally abusing their neighbors when they are afraid to meet each other in a free, open, manly discussion.

We dislike to see men run for little pitiful offices on both the temperance and whiskey questions.

We dislike to see a man torture his face in singing.

We dislike to see men clai the protection of law when they continually trample that same law under foot.

We dislike our city fathers for compelling the people on one side of a street to build walks for the accommodation of people on the other.

We dislike to see strangers push themselves in society. They had better wait, and, if worthy, they will be invited to participate soon enough.

We dislike to see a person on the street denouncing persons for taking a “snifter,” and continually using the critter themselves.

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            Dangers of “Hashesh” – On Saturday evening, the brothers Dennis, surgeon dentists, corner of Maine and Washington streets, through curiosity or by way of experiment, took a dose of extract of “Hashesh,” better known as Indian Hemp. The dose proved more powerful than anticipated, and soon assumed the phase of serious poisoning. The services of a physician were required, and for a time the life of one of the parties was considered in great danger. By the prompt administration of remedies, and some four or five hours unremitting attention, the effects of the drug were neutralized and the danger was passed. We understand the parties are thoroughly satisfied with the test they made of the narcotic, which they considered more “hash” than “esh.” – Peoria Transcript.

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At Home.

            Part of four companies of the 84th regiment arrived here on Saturday last, and was received by the citizens in a becoming manner. Notwithstanding the short notice given a bountiful repast was furnished, and the citizens repaired to the depot at 1 o’clock to meet the boys and escort them to the public square. After partaking of the dinner prepared, they were addressed in a short and appropriate welcome speech by C. F. Wheat, Esq., on behalf of the citizens, which was responded to by Col. L. H. Waters, on behalf of the regiment.

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            Petty Thieves. – Mr. Logston informs us that some persons entered his house on Tuesday night last, and carried off a basket of eggs, a crock of milk, a basket of cookies, and other things. Mr. L. informs us that he knows the persons who were engaged in this act of petty meanness, and says that if they will come up and make the proper acknowledgement, that he will not commence legal proceedings against them.

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Success in Life.

            There are a few men in Macomb who have succeeded to a remarkable degree in accumulating the goods of this world. These men have struggled hard and braved many a danger when hearts of less courage have given up in despair and are now compelled to labor, in in their old age, by days of work in order to keep soul and body together. The secret of these men’s success is that they practice economy in everything. And if those who are just entering upon the stage of action, and those who have been upon the stage for some time, will even now practice the same economy they may reach the desire of their hearts by purchasing their goods of Luther Johnson, who keeps the largest stock in town, and always sells cheaper than anybody else. Go to Johnson’s and practice economy.

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Another Fine Horse.

            Mr. Naylor: I notice in your remarks in last week’s Eagle about Mr. Chas. Chandler having purchased a fine three year old stallion colt, and in connection will say that I have also purchased and own a two year old entire horse colt, which is a half brother to the colt owned by Chandler – he and I buying of the same gentleman.

I am glad to see that there is beginning to be felt some interest in this county in producing fine and valuable horses; an interest that has heretofore been much neglected. – Let “excelsior” be the motto of every farmer and there will soon be added another great source of wealth to McDonough county.

Joseph Burton.

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            Something Every Farmer Wants for Harvesting. – Sugar, coffee, tea, white fish, mackeral, a new set of dishes, a pair of those Buell plow shoes, and a great quantity of other goods which you can buy for less money at Watkins & Co.’s, in the new brick on the southeast corner of the square, than at any other house in town. Farmers, give them a call before you lay in your harvest supplies.

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            Thanks. – I return my thanks to those young ladies that called at the Eagle office and presented me with a boquette. May the bloom on their cheeks be as lasting as the bloom of the rose is beautiful and delicious.

L.

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            Fire. – The alarm of fire was given on Monday morning last. No sooner was the alarm given than the “bucket” company turned out and the flames was extinguished before much damage was done.

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            “Dearest Sarah, thee I wed,
‘Cause you blushed so when I sed
You was my “pole star of life”

And right on the spot agreed to go to Hawkins and Philpot and get one of those elegant photographs taken which they know so well how to take.

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            Important Arrival. – We are informed that a number of very important passengers, (we should think they were important from the number of calls they receive from the first men of the place), have recently arrived and located a short distance west of the city.

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            Advanced. – Prints have advanced in New York to 97 cents per yard, but George W. Bailey is still selling them at from 20 to 25 cents per yard. You had better get your goods not, for if you wait until he gets another stock you will have to pay the advance figures.

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            “Blessed are they that keep the sayings of the Book.” This saying had no reference to the history of the late rebellion, nor to the exposition of the great northwestern conspiracy, but it had reference to a book in the Bible called the Revelations of St. John, and in order that the people may know just how to be blessed S. J. Clarke has purchased a large stock, knowing well the need of them in this community of Bibles. They have a few copies of the New Translation which we trust every body will read.

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            The Printer. – The printer is the master of all trades. He beats the carpenter with the rule, and the mason in getting up columns; he surpasses the lawyer with his case, and beats the parson in the management of the devil.

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