PS i Z\5S f M3Q2 4 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. ^^^ UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 10 CENTS. i^cO f.'orYiiioTiT, ]S',>3. By Capt. p. F. Kei.lv ^■-^M^J^TTd^Lij i±-. fa^^^/f^ CONXKNXS OF CAPTAIN KELLY'S RMPSACl PAGE. G. A R. Badge 11 Our ri:ig 12-13 My 01(1 Comrjules 13-14 The Grand Potomac Army 15 Lincoln's Address 16 Old Lang Syne 17-18 Red, White and Blue 19-20 Acrostic (To my Katie) 20 On the Death of Abraham Lincoln, our Martyred President 21-22 Shenandoah 23 The Gallant Ninety-Nine 24-25 On the late Senator John Morrissey. . 25 Lines on the late General James McQuade 26-27 Ode to Bunker Hill 27-28 Camp and Field 39-30-81 C.'ONTENT8. — Concluded. PAGE. Memorial Day i;v Calvary 32-3a Dirge (on the late General Philip 11. Sheridan) .. 84 Hyn.n, the Blue and Gray 35 In i\Ieniory of my lielovcd Motlier 36-37 In Memory of my Grandson, James K. Couuell. . . 37-38 To my Grand Daughter.s 39 In Memory of my Loving Sister 40 To my esteemed Friend, Colonel G( orge Bliss . . . 41-42 God help the needy Poor 43-44 To my Friend, Charles Shay 45 The Gallant Fireman 46 Our Brave Policemen 47 Old Fire Laddie 48-49 To my Loving Daughter, C B. Council 50 Forty Years Ago 51 Veteran's Dream 52-53-54-55 Our Champion (John L. Sullivan) 56 To my Friend, Eddie Mann 57 To my Comrades of the 99th Regiment, N. Y. S. Volunteers 58-59 TO THE PUBLIC At the request of many friends, I have concluded to publish my war songs and other pieces, which I have written from time to time (luring my leisure moments. I gave some to the press and they were favorably received, which gives me confidence in my humble efforts to try again for public favor; and besides, my friends keep urging me on, as they claim I have some ability and ought to develop it. Some of them are so enthusiastic over my little pieces that they call me the " Bol)by Burns " and " Tom Moore " of New York City, and my comrades of the late war call me the '' Poet Laureate " of the G. ii . R. If undeserved praise from my friends amounts to anything, I get plenty of it. I tell them they want to give me " taffy" and take it as a " fake" They cannot tickle my fancy with any such nonsense. Burns and Moore I honor and cherish their memory, and often talk with them through their works and take pleasure in doing so. We cannot all be great poets in this world and I don't propose to rub up against them ; but I do think 'every man can do some good in this world, to show that he has lived for some purpose and try and leave something behind as a remembrance, and if my little pieces will be ^e means of instilling patriotism and love of country in our future rulers— the rising generation, I will be satisfied. We ought to leave a good record to them, to show them how much we loved our flag and country. Genius is like angel visits, few and far between. I con- fess that I have ambition to be remembered when I am gone to a brighter and better world, and if I have not the genius, I have the will to leave something worth preserving. I also trust whatever faults or errors the reader may find will be forgiven, and the will may be taken for the deed. In looking through my Knapsack you will find I give a little assortment, as variety is the spice of life. 8 TO THE PI'IiLTC. you can help yourself. Like all old vets. I have packed my Knapsack with odds and ends ; my object is to please if possible, anyhow it is the best I can do, my motto is : " Do the best you can and help yourself," so I throw myself on the mercy of my old comrades, and the readers of my little book. I tried to brin? some remembrance of the camp and field, when we were I^ncic Sam's vets on eleven dollars per month, board and lodging, and living on the fat of the land, pork, junk and hard tack, and plenty of fresh air, with room enough to kick and grumble, when we felt like it, and if we did not like the bill of fare, we could do our own marketing, and go foraging, which we often did, the price of pigs and poultry made no differ- ence to us when we went on a scout, we most always found something in the line of grub. The Lord helps those that help themselves ; we understand enough of Scripture to help ourselves when hungry, and a change of diet was good for the system, so we had to keep our system right and be in fighting trim. Another good old maxim is : " As we journey through life, let us live by the way." Well, boys, we that are left ought to thank God we are living, after the many dangers and hard.ships we went through • I am speaking of the boys who enlisted in 1861 and 1862, who went at Lincoln's first call, for love of country and eleven dollars per month, before bounties were given. These men are the true heroes of the Union, and by all well thinking men are considered such. There are a few left who answered Lincoln's first call, and I am proud I am one of the few left, I served from May, 1861 until July, 1864, was promoted on the field and mustered out as Brevet Captain commanding company : twelve men left of 150 recruits, that's all. and I am willing to stay as long as the Lord will let me, and won't grumble neither if I am here when old Gabriel blows his horn and sounds the reveille. Well, my old comrades, we have done our duty, and it gives us pleasure to think we have lived for some good ptirpose in benefitting our fellow-men, and placing our country in its present proud position. With these few remarks, I will say something of myself. Shakespeare tells us some men are born great, and some are born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I was born young and handsome and never had a silver spoon, and don't want any. I am modest and can get along without them, corned beef and cabbage is good TO THE PUlJLrC 9 enough for me. T was always ^oocl natured, and willing to take a back seat and let others f?et in front, that is the reason I generally get left, but now too late, I am screwing my courage to the sticking point and may come to the front yet. My motto is : " Never despair," there is always i-oom on top, and if a fellow keeps on climbing he will get above some of his neighbors. There is nothing like trying. I was a nice little chei'ub, into every mischief when growing up. I was sent to school when about seven years old, but the teacher.^ and I could never agree. They said I was unruly and mischievous and would not learn, and I guess they were right. They used the rattan and ruler on me to bring me to terms, as they called it : but it did not have the desired effect on me, which I often since regretted^ In those days the teachers used to lay it on pretty thick, and I do think if we had more of it now, it would improve the morals of the rising generation. Anyway, T did not take their advice, and they did not lick any learning into me. all I got is what I learned since I grew up, and that was very little. All I cared for was playing hookey, and going out to Sandy Gibson's and running to fires. Every boy in those days had their favorite machine to run with, and I had mine, in fact, I began to run to fires as soon as I wore pants. It was the joy of my life. When about ten years of age, I had the great misfortune to lose my parents ; then my troubles com- menced, Left without a guide and protector so young, I grew up a little wild. I had to earn myliAing, and started in, the news- paper business ; with a heavy heart and a few shillings in my pocket, I came in contact with some of the ablest and best men in the profession, and they all seemed to like me and take an interest in my welfare; Horace Greeley, Tribune, James Gordon Bennett, Eercdd, and Moses Y. Beach, Snn. I recall with pleasure the good advice of the sage and philosopher, Horace Greeley, about leading a good temperate life, save my money and become a good and useful citizen. In fact, it was through Horace Greeley's teachings I became a teetotaler, I took the pledge of that great apostle of temperance Father Mathew, in 1849, which I still hold and will the remainder of my life. I served my country during the rebellion, from May 1861 until July 1864, continually in the field. I had all kinds of fevers ; took a hat full of quinine, in pills and powders, and never found an excnise for drinkiag. I was promoted 10 TO THE PUfeLIC. from the ranks. I have two honorable discharges, and still hold the fort, and I must say, the young lads that were with me when I took the pledge, laughed and made fun of me, have all cashed in long ago; some of them before they were thirty years old, and all their prospects in life were brighter than mine. They had good fathers and mothers, and good homes and everything that love and money could give, while I had to battle through life and push ahead on my own hook and make friends as I went along, and I must say, that if a young man is sober and honest, he will make friends wherever he goes and will always find good men to assist him. Well, comrades we have had our day, and are going fast, dropping like ripe fruit in bunches, and only a few are left to tell of the past We have done good in our day and feel proud of it. We have seen plenty of fun and glory, and that is worth thinking of and cheer us on the remainder of our days. I have tried to give a good moral in my songs and pieces, and if my readers find them interesting, and can spend a few pleasant moments in looking through my Knapsack, I hope they will think kindly of the author, who has tried to please them, and to spend a few pleasant moments in living our youth over again, and i-ecalling recollections of the past, when we marched shoulder to shoulder and drank from the same canteen. With these few remarks, and kind regards to all the Boys in Blue and all friends, I will say good-bye. Your obedient servant, PATIIICK FRANCIS KELLY. CAPTim KELLY'S KJ\taPSACK, G. A. R. BADGE. Respectfully dedicated to my Comrades in the G. A. R. Capt. P. Kelly. The little Badge, I proudly bear, And have the right to wear it ; Each comrade, now the glories share This token of great merit. It tells of hardships in the Field, Where oft we fought together, And in the shock of Battle reeled Each comrade was a brother. It speaks of deeds and valor done On both the land and water, Of Battles fought and victories won, Of deeds of fame and slaughter. Boys, come and gather round our flag. And by the gods we swear it, No foe shall live to boast or brag, To dim one star or tear it. The Stars and Stripes, long may it wave, Naught can our Union sever ; Over the land we fought to save. Oh, may it wave for ever. J2 OUR FLAG. Respectfully dedicated to the G. A. R. and Veterans of the late War By Capt. P. Kelly. Our Starry Banner waves on high, A flag without a stain, In freedom's cause will ever fly ' And peerless will remain ; Its loving folds now all embrace. Like brothers we unite ; No sections, hate no creed or race. No color, black or white. Foul anarchy and Europe's dregs We will not tolerate. No social forms in filth and rags, A burden on our State ; With open heart and willing hand We welcome to our shore. And greet them all to our fair land, The honest, brave and poor. No dumping ground for serfs or slaves, Our flag is for the free, Made sacred by the blood of braves, Who died for liberty ; 13 OUR FLAG.— Concluded. And glorious sons of noble sires, Swear by the living God, Our soil is free till time expires, No slave shall tread our sod. Bold patriots, to win a name Witli the immortal baud. Will battle on with sword and flame For love of native land. My country's flag, long may you wave, The emblem of the free, I'd rush to glory or the grave, Old Flag for love of Thee. MY OLD COMRADES. Respectfully dedicated to the Veterans of the late War. By Capt. P. Kelly, Brave comrades all who wore the Blue, Each gallant heart so firm and true, Who nobly fought where many fell, Amidst the strife of shot and shell, With wild Hurrah 'gainst Rebel yell. My Old Comrades. In bloom of youth and manhood pride, When we were fighting side by side, Hand to hand in many a fray In rifle pits and trenches lay. And stopping balls that came our way, Mv Old Comrades. 14 • MY OLD COMRADES.— Concluded. We're growing old, our days gone by, No place for us, no use to try ; A poor old Vet has got no show, Bum Politicians, all the go, And fellows never struck a blow, My Old Comrades. There is no place for you or me, In our fair land we helped to free ; For Politicians got the rake And give old Vets a dirty shake, They grab up all, and take the cake. My Old Comrades. But when our country needed men. Loyal and true with sword and pen ; When treason with its guilty hand Spread desolation through our land. The boys in Blue, were in demand, My Old Comrades. No bugle blast now strikes the ear, And clash of arms, no more we hear ; From North to South, our land is free, Rid of the curse of slavery. The color line no more we see. My Old Comrades. The Union saved, our work is done, Rest on the laurels nobly won ; Sing anthems for our gallant dead, Who in the cause of freedom bled. With garlands deck each hdroes bed, My Old Comrades. 15 THE GRAND POTOMAC ARMY. IJespecttully dedicated to the G. A. R. and Comrades of the late War By Capt. P. Kelly. Brave Comrades, join me in three cheers. And wipe away all bitter tears, That wet our cheeks for many years In the Grand Potomac Array. We give our heart and hand to those Who met us in tlie field as foes, Our malice ended with our blows. In the Grand Potomac Arm}'. Peace and good-will we cherisli still, III the Grand Potomac Arm}'. To all who nobly led the van, Our glorious Grant and Sheridan, In freedom's cause to every man. Of the Grand Potomac Army. To little Mac, the soldier's pride. And gallant Meade, the true and tried. To fighting Joe, and brave Burnside, Of the Grand Po omac Army. Each honored name will live in fame. Of the Grand Potomac Army. Now smiling peace has come again. No warrior's blood was shed in vain. And glory crowns the fallen slain, Of the Grand Potomac Army. Departed liraves, the good and true, Each gallant heart who wore the blue, A laurel wreath we wave for you, Of the Grand Potomac Army. Each passing year we prize more dear TIic Old Potolnac Army. 16 LINCOLN'S ADDRESS. Tune—" Scots wha hae wi Wallace Bled." By Capt. P. Kelly. When traitors fired on our flag, Then did make tlieir boast and brag. Stars and Bars would be the rag Of Southern chivalry. Tlieir cursed work, they first begun, On Sumter's walls, near Charleston, Defended by Brave Anderson, With Spartan bravery. Every means they sought and tried Our glorious Union to divide, Seized our ships and laws defied To rend our unity. Tliey trampled all was good and just, Our Starry Flag trailed in the dust, And Soldiers into prison thrust, And Union men to flee. Freemen, aroused, armed for the fray, To wipe foul treason stains away, Thank God we live to see the day Bring peace and victory. A Nation mourns her fallen slain, Who died for freedom, not in vain, They broke the captives galling chain. And set the liondmnn free. 17 OLD LANG SYNE. To be sun.ir at Camp Fires and Mcetiii.us of Old Veterans. Respectfully dedicated to the G. A. R. By Capt. P. Kelly. Brave comrades now we meet again — The Field, Staff, and the Line ; Your glasses, boy.s, come fill and drain, We drink to Old Lang Syne. Come, put it here— a good old shake — Your honest hand in mine : Now, fill your glasses, touch and take ; We drink to Old Lang S'^ne. Drink to our gallant rank and file ; They came from every clime, And met grim death, boys, with a smile, In daj^s of Old Lang Syne. Chorus — Come, put it here. We drink now to departed braves — God's memor}^ on them .shine — The Nation's wards in honored graves, For days of Old Lang Syne. Choru.s — Come, put it here. 18 OLD LANG SYNE.— Concluded. The Stars and Stripes will ever be Our old flag — yours and mine ; We liail it, boj s, with three tiyies three, For thiys of Old Lang Syne. Chorus — Come, i)ut it here Hardtack and Pork we had enough — On woodcock now we dine ; Brave Boys, you know we had it rougli In days of Old Lang Syne. Chorus — Come, put it here. Before we part, our pledge renew, To meet another time, The friends we love so warm and true ; We meet for Old Lang Syne. Chorus — Come, put it here. Boys, marching orders soon will come : We all must fall in line, With arms reversed, and muffled drum, Farewell to Old Lang Syne. Chorus — All hands round. Come, put it here — a good old shake — Your honest hand in mine ; All fill your glasses, touch and take ; We dritik to Old Lang Syne, 19 RED, WHITE AND BLUE. Kespcctiully dedicated to my old Comrades and Veterans of the late War. By Capt. P. Kelly. At Lincoln's loud call in the year sixty-one, >V.ic:i every brave freeman and triie-hoarted sou Then shouldered his rifle, to home bade adieu, To fiirht for the Union, the Red, AVhite and Blue. We marched away, marched like heroes so true — To all fight and die for the lied, White and Blue. In camp or on marches, by day or by night, Our l)rave boys were ready to battle for right ; The bondsman, a chattel, for freedom did sue, We fought for his ransom, the Red. AVhite and Blue. CHORUS. All day we go scouting o'er fields and through wood, And sometimes are up to our knees in the mud, AVithout any rations, and barefooted to — We'll all die defending the Red, WTiite and Blue. CHORUS. AVhen night comes we station our pickets around, Then roll in our blankets and sleep on the ground ; The loved ones at home in visions we* view. While guarding the Union, the Red, White and Blue CHORUS. We rise in the morning before break of day, V/.\\. hardtnck and co(T«ee, and then march away, 20 RED, WHITE AND BLUE.— Concluded. After the " Johnnies" we're bound to subdue, And make them submit to the Red, White and Blue. CHOllUS. I've been in the army for over three years, And fought for the Union with brave volunteers ; I've seen some hard fighting, and dangers went through, Three cheers for the Union, the Red, White and'Blue. We marelied away, marched, like heroes so true — Three cheers for the Union, the Red, White and Blue. ACROSTIC. To MY Katie. By Capt. r. Kelly K iNDNEss, true friendship will impart, A nd carries the joy to every heart T o all alike brings sweet repose ; I n sorrow, too, its fragrance show.? E 'en sweeter than the scented rose. K eep truth and justice on your side, E ver through life your safest guide ; L et others sigh for wealth and fame. L eave it to them ; " What's in a name ?" y our heart keeps pure — your soul the same. 21 ON THE DEATH OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN, OUR MARTYRED PRESIDENT, By Capt. P. Kelly Great Lincoln. Martyred President, In war-like strife and deadly hate, A heavenl}' messenger was sent To guide our noble Ship of State ; Thy glorious deeds are like a chart, Engraven on each patiiot's heart. Our Lord had chosen him to guide, And all revere his honored name ; The Nation's bulwark, hope and pride, Time brightens his undying fame ; Like ]\Ioses through the dark Red Sea Led captives from captivity. From rugged toil and lowly birth, With genius rare, and wit combined, « All Nation's now proclaim his worth A benefactor to mankind ; He spent his stormy life's short span To elevate his ft;llow man. With tender heart and genial smile, Was ever prompt at duty's call. With pleasant tales the hours beguile, And charity and love for all ; One of the kindest, best of men, » We ne'er shall see his like again. Cursed be the hand that laid thee low, The greatest, noblest of mankind ; May curses deep as torrents tiow ON THE DEATH OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN, OUR MARTYRED PRESIDENT.— Concluded. Oil the base wretches who combined, With iiuirder, foul, and treason's sway 'i'he riglit of freedom to be1ra3^ Base I'ebels, struggled to divide The finest structure man e'er built — Spread desolation far and wide In blackest crimes of blood and guilt ; And our fair land for four long years, Was drenched in sorrow, blood and tears. At Appoma'ox where the sun Of reason set to rise no more ; Now lights up Ireedom's horizon, On fields and meadows soaked in gore ; Where brothers met in deadly fray, 3Iisguided men who wore the gray. Lincoln and Grant will ever be Immort.d names not born to die. The watchword of the brave and free, In loud ITosannas to the sky ; Lincoln tlic ruler, wise and great, And Grant the Saviour of tiie State. May cruel war and hatred cease. And brotherhood of man combine. Extend the olive branch of peace With love and charity entwine ; Around the hearts and soul of men. Ami fight all ])attles with the pen. » 28 SHENANDOAH. General P. H. Sheridan, the bravest ot the brave. lit phicked victory from defeat. Never lost a battle By Capt. P. Kelly. Bravk Sheridan, first in the van, To lead his men to victor}^ ; So bold and grand, born to command, The pride and flovver of chivalry. Brave son of Mars won his gold stars On fields of blood and glory— His honored name shines bright in fame, Will live in song and story. At Shenandoah, he met the foe, Gave them no time to rally ; With sabre stroke, through flame and smoke, He drove them from the valley. With sudden dash, quick as a flash, Came down on them like thunder — The charge he made o'er hill and glade, Caused all the world to wonder. Oh ! mighty chief, thy years were brief, No time or space can sever ; Fame's gallant son, your race is run, Your deeds will live for ever. Comrades, we will all drink to Phil, Our darling little fighter ; God rest his soul, may he enroll In fields more fair and brighter. 24 THE GALLANT NINETY-NINE. Most respectfully dedicated to my old Comrades of the ]S^inety-Nmth Eegiment, New York Volunteers. By Capt. P. Kelly. Brave comrades, all, come list to me, your spirits 1 will cheer, And try and sing the praise of the gallant volunteer ; On picket guard or fighting, boys, with spirits gay and fine; I do declare, few can compare with gallant Ninety-Nine. At Big Bethel and Newmarket Bridge, we tried the rebel pluck, At Hampton Roads, our boys were there and to their colors stuck ; Our lads on board the " Congress," with valortheredid shine, And work'd their guns like nol)le sons of gallant Ninety-Nine. Our brave boys were at Hatteras, Roanoke and Newbern. To Norfolk next, we then did go, to give them another turn; We landed at Cape Henry, on the beach we formed in line, Hurrah ! they come with fife and drum, the gallant Ninety- Nine. At Norfolk then we did encamp, for near six months we lay, Then to Deep Creek we started off to drive the rebels away; Through rain and mud wemarch'd along o'er trees of fallen pine ; The rebs retire from the fire of gallant Ninety-Nine. To Suffolk next we then did go, and left our camping ground. Now ordered to the front brave boys, the rebs did us surround ; For three weeks in the trenches lay, in wtatJier, rain orshine-. In the rifle pits we gave them fits ; Hurrah for Ninety Nine 25 THE GALLANT NINETY-NINE.— Concluded We lost many gallant comrades, boys, on the first of May, Sad to relate, our loss was great in that bloody fray ; Full sixty killed and wounded, fell out of the line ; We drop a tear to memory dear, the killed of Ninety-Nine. The flowers bloom now o'er the tomb of our departed brave, And sad to tell, brave Hart" he fell, and fills a soldier's grave; On the Blackwater ford his men deployed, as skirmishers in line, A rebel seut a ball that went through brave Hart of Ninety- Nine. * The writer\s old captain, J. H. Hart, of Co. E. 99th N. Y. S. Vols., killed June 16th, 1863. ON THE LATE SENATOR JOHN MORRISSE^ A small tribute of respect to his lueiaor)', by one who admired his many noble qualities while li\ing, and now mourns his early death. Capt. P. Kelly. J ust, generous, so brave and true, O h, worthy chief, with f)ride we scan ; H ow short thy years — alas, too few, N oble and great, an honest man, M ay perpetual light, forever shine n thy poor servant passed away — R aise him, oh Lord, to joys divine, R obed in the light of Heavenly day ; 1 n Thee he placed his hope and trust, S weet Jesus, let thy mercy flow, S aved by thy grace, thy ways are just, E ternal bliss on him bestow; Y our boundless love unto him show. 26 LINES ON THE LATE GENERAL JAPIES McQUADE. A gallant soldier and Past State Commander of the G. A. E. By Capt. P. Kelly. A SOLDIER, comrade and a friend, A man of fame and sterling worth ; One of the few that Heaven sent To make it brighter here on earth ; And nature's masterpiece was made When 5'ou were finished, James McQuade. When battle raged most fierce and wild. And treason foul our land o'erspread ; When on each gory field lay piled In heaps, the dying and the dead •, Then leading on your old Brigade You gaiird new laurels, James McQuade. With noble heart, and gifted mind, His hand was free to aid distress — A brother was to all mankind. To give relief, to cheer and bless ; And to assist a poor comrade, Was always ready, James McQuade. Our heroes die, the best are gone. The brightest flowers soon will fade ; Their deeds will live, without a stone To mark the spot where they are laid ; Logan, our pride and true comrade Is mustered out with James McQuade, 27 LINES ON THE LATE GENERAL JAMES McQU ADS.— Concluded. We're going fast as time rolls by, Our comrades, dropping day by day, Death severs every kindred tie, Our ranks gi'ow thin and waste away ; Brave Grant and Sheridan are laid To rest with Hancock and McQuade, When we assemble up on high. And in bright robes will be arrayed. In glory's ranks beyond the sky, And all fall in for dress parade, To mingle in one social grade In Heaven, above, with James McQuade. ODE TO BUNKER HILL. The author while on to Boston to the National Encampment of the G. A. R., visited some of the Historical places in and around Boston, and composed the following lines. Capt. P. Kelly. Amid the glories of the past, I fondly love to dwell, Where freedom's sky was overcast. And patriots fought so well ; In reverence and awe did stand Beneath the old Elm tree, Where Washington first took command To fight for liberty 28 ODE TO BUNKER HILL.— Concluded. I stood upon famed Bunker Hill, Where gallant Warren fell, And mused upon the ground until My heart with rapture's swell ; The holy pride that freedom gives, Inspires the mind and will. And proves the same old spirit lives That fought at Bunker Hill. With thoughts that burn and words of tire In grand old Faueuil Hall, Bold patriots with vengeance dire, Rallied at freedom's call ; They lit a torch throughout the world, The fires are biazi'^g still, And tyrants in the dust were hurled On famous Bunker hill. At Concord and at Lexington, The glorious strife began. And there bequeathed from sire to son, Freedom, the rights of man ; To old King George, they owed a debt, And well they paid the bill, For all mankind are praising yet That day on Bunker Hill. Long live the memory of the dead Who died for liberty ; May freedom's cause forever spread Till all enslaved are free ; May serfs and slaves take up the cry. The God of battles will. And angels will rejoice on high For deeds like Bunker Hill. 29 CAMP AND FIELD. Written for the 25th Aunivevsary of Phil. Kearney Post X. Y., G. A. R. By Capt. P. Kelly. Phil. Kearney boys, welcome to-uiglit, With hearts so loyal, true and light ; Comrades who wore the Blue. And shared the dangers of the past. Answered the call of bugle blast, The long roll and tat-too. Touched elbows in the march and strife When we were battling for dear life, O'er fields and meadows green. Our Nation's bulwai ks and her pride, When we were tigliting side by side, Drank from the same canteen. Bold Kearney, of cliivalric race. The saddle was the hero's place ; His honored name we bear. Amid the cannon deadly peal, Through shot, and sliell, and gleaming steel, On dashed our cavalier That fated night of Chantilly, We lost the flower of chivalry. Tiie night was drear and dark. With reins grasp'd tight between his teeth, He rode right in the jaws of death; Death loves a shining mark. CAMP AND FIELD.— Continued. We had as guest our comrade Dan, At Gcttj'Sbiirg was in the van; Our Sickles led the way. With his heroic blood he sealed Fpon that famous and gory field, His valor saved the day. With honor crown'd and weight of years, Our Inave old comrade still appears A soldier, true and brave. With martial bearing, purpose grand, A famous hero now does stand With one foot in the grave. Give all the boys their mete of praise, They fought like h'U in those dark days. And every time to win. Oh ! what a grand and solemn sight For God, our countr}^ and for right, To see the boys go in. Willi head erect, and cheery song, How oft we passed the days along, Ko dangers could appall. As forward in the fight we press. No one could 'ell or give a guess The next comrade to fall. Old shipmates, now, can have their say. Of battles won, and well they may; They fought and died like braves. Their guns pealed forth like thunder clouds, Brave Farragut lashed to the shiouds ; The ruler of the waves. 31 CAMP AND FIELD.— Concluded, The tough old vets who still remain, Oft fight their battles o'er again, How comrades fought and fell. And talk of daj's of Old Lang Syne, Hard fighting on the picket line, The zip of shot and shell. Our boys did forage, now and then. Chickens are good for hungry men ; I think them bully fare. We all found them a great relief From rotten pork and stinking beef ; I know it ; I've been there. We had some sneaks and copperheads. Lived on good feed and feather beds. When we lay in the mud. And our poor teeth and jaws did crack On old salt horse and mouldy tack — D — m them, they are no good. Now as our years and cares increase, We smoke the pipe of love and peace. And think of d