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. " All ready" stood at Williamsburg. In Chickahominy's dreary swamps, Where fever breathed its poisonous breath ; By day's fierce heat,-by evening's damps,- They strove with rebels and with death. Then came the " Battle-week" of blood ; Thrice and again the foe was foiled, They fell upon Virginia's sod, They sleep beneath Virginia's soil. South Mountain found them wide awake, Their bayonets flashing in the sun : The traitor's bristling ranks they break, Nor halt until the day is won. And when thy fields, O Antietam, Won earthly glories ne'er shall fade; With serried columns bold and calm, None faltered in Vermont's Brigade. And rebel troopers found a grave, .Or fled like sheep at Ashby's Gap; When Vermont's horsenien quick and brave, Fell on them like a thunder clap. At Fredericksburg, and Chancellorsville, Their furious charge 'mid cannon's roar, Shall tell their sturdy valor till Old Time's red battles all are o'er. When freemen treason's minions met At Gettysburg, our men were there, To drive them from the Key-stone State,- Back to their own detested lair. Upon the nation's capitol The rebel fixed his wishful eye, But when his hordes it would enthrall We saved it-for Vermont was by. Where Mississippi rolls along Her dark, still waters, grand and huge; With gleaming steel and shout and song, They bled and died at Baton Rouge. The Delta State's broad bayous saw Their flag in triumph at Teche; Boutte, and Allamand's proud hurrahs, Rang out their hard-won victory. Impetuous on the Forts they fly ; Port Hudson saw them bound to win- Saw "death or victory" in each eye, Then ope'd her gates and let them in. At Chapins, Fishers, Mount Jackson, And Weldon, Todds, and Rains, and Po, Cold Harbor, Hares, and Middletown, Vermont help waste the wily foe. At Cedar Creek they still him pressed, At Hatchera, Newton, Poplar grove, They tracked him to the Wilderness, And back the rebel armies drove.
But blood ran down as water runs Through all the forests tangled round, And true men, traitors, foe and friend,
* "Ready, aye Ready"-a Scottish war emblem. Scott's " Lay of the Last Minstrel." Canto IV. sec. VIII.
Lay strown wide o'er that bloody ground We name not all those fields of gore. They live on history's page of gold; Nor count again their battles o'er, Till Appomattox' tale was told. And when before the conquerer's arms
t Richmond, her gates flung open wide, Our men still dauntless bore their palms And marched in through them side by side
# Thrice forty times they met the foe, Toiling in close and deadly strife, And wasted by a hundred fights Helped save a noble nation's life.
In many a skirmish, many a scout, On watch by night,-on march by day,
Their muskets kept a sharp lookout, Their good swords held the foe at bay. On horse, on foot, in camp, on field, They bore our flag to victory ;
And ne'er to traitors basely yield, Till all our Father-Land is FREE. * * * *
From where the bine Potomac rolls Beside her fained and blood-stained banks; South where the James dark fortress held, Our braves in prisons foul and dank ! Where Rappahannock sea-ward goes, Along the shores of Rapidan : Where Shenandoah 'twixt mountains flows,- They died for freedom and for man. Some home to village graves are borne, Love plants the myrtle o'er their tomb: Some far away in graves unknown, Sleep where no flowers of love may bloom. " Some in the nation's hallowed ground, Sleep royally their last long sleep ; Some lie where no carved stone is found, No kindred nigh-no friend to weep. I see them where their camp fires burn, And light the sulphury midnight air! Their pickets on their night-watch turn, And shout the challenge " Who goes there ?" The lurking foe unseen creeps on,- The soldier dreams not deathi's so nigh ; A flash,-the bullet's sped,-lie's gone,- " Comrads, farewell-O God, I die !"
VI. Toll for the noble brave, Borne to a gory grave, Wreath ye the bier ; Whisper each deathless name, Give them to God and Fame, Drop ye love's tear. When war made earth a hell, Thundering shot and shell,
t A Vermont regiment was among the first to enter Richmond, at its capture, April, 1865.
# The Adjutant General in his report (Oct. 1, 1865 to Oct. 1, 1Sco) gives a list of about 126 battles and en- gagements in which our troops took part occurring between Big Bethel, June 10, 1861, and Appomattox Court House, April 9, 1865. Every ten days on an av- erage they saw a battle or engagentent.
" Au allusion to the National Cemeteries.
N. B. Section V. contains a historical sketch of most of the principal battles in which Vermont troops were engaged.
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Tumult ran wild ; Looked they to Heaven in death, Breathed with their parting breath, Mother ! Wife ! Child ! Pity the soldier's lot,-
Home he ne'er once forgot, Died they to save ; Dark was the foeman's hour, Broke is the oppressor's power,- Toll for the brave.
VII.
Peace doth again her offerings bring, The sword is sheathed,-the war is past; And all our broad green land still rings With shouts of victory, won at last. I hear the anthemns of the Free ; I see a nation born anew ; - While blent with glad years yet to be, Sad pensive forms rise up to view. "Sweet mother" cries the child at play, " Whose sword is that hangs on the wall?" With wet eyes she doth proudly say " Thy sire's my boy-he heard the call Freedom rang out,-saw Liberty, And Love, and Truth, and Right defied; Took down his sword,-kissed thee and me,- Then went and fought, and bled, and died." O'twas a grand and glorious sight, When woke the thunders of the North ; She summonel all her men of might, And poured her dauntless millions forth ; Staunch brothers, who in woe or weal, When dastards cower, and tyrants hate ; The patriotic heart-throbs feel, - And stand by our gool ship of state. And now while sword and musket rust, We name with pride the dark years when Vermont-to Freedom's sacred trust * Gave four and thirty thousand men Vermont-that in the nation's need When dread and dangerous days drew nigh :
t Gave twice two thousand braves to bleed, # And gave five thousand sons to die. What though no sceptres for these wait, I Nor Copperheads applauding praise ; We rank them with the truly great, And chant their deeds in deathless lays. Their fa'ne all future time shall tell, - True men who acted well their part. VERMONT will mark her heroes well, And shrine thein deep within her heart. Called home from fierce and sanguine wars, Or sleeping 'neath : he trampled sod ; They wear the sacred glorious scars, Or weld the Union with their blood. Illustrious with the honored dead; Remembered in all coming years ; Green be the laurels on their heads, Our brave, our noble VOLUNTEERS.
* The whole number of volunteers and drafted men furnished by Vermont for the war was 34,238. t The number of wounded was 4,360.
# The number of deathy of Vermont men in field and hospital during the whole war was 5,123. More than one half of these perished in the last year of the war. (See Adg. gen. Rep.
[ Copperheads; alias Tory, alias Traitor.
THE BEAUTIFUL HILLS.
AIR-Jas. G. Clark's Beautiful Hills.
O the Beautiful Hills of the Summer-land, By mortal feet untrod, Where the stately angels, a shining band, Encircle the throne of God :
The light leaps forth in its new-born flush, And beauty its charm distills ; And the skies are tinged with an amber blush, All over the Beautiful Hills.
CHORUS-O, the Beautiful Hills, O, the Beautiful Hills ; We are going home to the Summer-land, To sing on the Beautiful Hills.
All over those Hills are the fadeless flowers, That bloom with a thousand hues; And diamonds flash 'mong the countless bowers, And gems each path bestrews: And the music of myriad silver bells The air with melody fills, While each glad object the cadence swells,
Tuat rolls o'er the Beantiful Hills.
CHORUS O, the Beautiful Hills, 0, the, &c.
And royal mansions with burnished domes, Builded with pearls and gold, Beckon the blest to those happy homes, Where the frame will not grow old; But the heart is flame, and the eye is fire, And a deathless rapture thrills, While we strike forever the golden Lyre, And roam o'er the Beautiful Hills,
CHORUS-O, the Beautiful Hills.
We hear through the howling of earth's mad storms, The strains froin those Hills afar, And we catch a glimpse of the snowy forms That gleain through the misty air; It will not be long e're the night is o'er ; Farewell to all Time's ills ; We are treading the verge of the shining shore And close to the Beautiful Ifills. CHORUS-O, the Beautiful Hills.
Castleton, Vt., Apr., 1863.
D. T. T.
CHRIST ON THE SEA.
It was night, the tempest rode forth in its power, And the heavens were starless and dreary ; And Gennessaret's waters yawned wide to devour A boit's crew, all toiling and weary.
Oh! wild were the winds on the storm-driven sea, ' Where that sailor-band pressed no calm pillow ; And strong way the current that drove them to lee While the darkness lay thick on the billow.
While the rude waves rolled on to their home on the strand
And shook their huge heads, sprayel and hoary, Christ walked out on the waters, majestic and grand, With a step like a God, in His glory.
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Then the turbulent waves rushed, their Monarch to own,
And crouched in submission and duty, And Gennessaret'a sea turned to marbie and stone 'Neath Hlis tread who had formed all its beauty.
Hle spake, and the billows in welcome caress Thronged 'round Him whose mandate had made them ;
Then sank calm to sleep, like a babe on the breast, At the feet of the King who had staid them.
Then He entered the ship, and its deck was His throne,
And the Lord His lone loved ones defended ;
And the storm of its power by His strong arm was shorn, And the toilsome night voyage was ended.
Trust, then, to the Maister, who hushed the wild sea, When His chosen ones fainted with horror :
Time's oce in will never froin tempest be free. Nor the world know a calm, bright to-morrow.
Till His tread on the billows is felt as of old; And the tempest shall never, oh, never
Spread again its black wing, for Time's story is told And the earth will grow calin, then, forever.
D. T. T.
MR. MARANVILLE
is the inventor of the "Cherokee Balsam" which he inan ifactures at Castleton as a remedy for catarrh, throat diseases, and rheu- matism. Mr. Henry Clark, late of the Her- all who has given it, in pamphlet, a very high recommend gives these few biographical particulars of our author.
" We have been acquainted with Mr. Mar- anville from his early manhood, and have known the difficulties with which he has struggled. A young man without resources, with no surroundings to aid him, he had the desire for a liberal education, and with a manly determination he continued the pre- paration for college, an I after years of study and contention with poverty he entered Mid- dlebury College, from whence he graduated with a good standing. Having necessarily become burdened with debt for his educa- tion, after his gra luation he became a teacher, and from 1850 to 1857, he was principal of the Fort Valley, (Ga.) Male Academy, and attained a fine reputation as a teacher. He returned North and remained for several years. In 1859, he was invited to accept a Professorship in the Furlow (Ga.) Masonic College, where he remained for two years, when he again returned north very much to the regret of the faculty."
He has just put before the public a new and valuable discovery in medicine which is the result of experiment in his own cure after years of suffering from catarrhal asthma and which proved a remedy for the ills with which he had been afflicted. Mr. Maranville has published a pamphlet in relation to his dis- covery of 44 pp.
He was married in 1856 to Flora Thornton. They have buried an infant daughter and have two daughters and two sons living.
SPRING IN CASTLETON.
BY ROBERT EMMETT MABANVILLE.
The merry rod-breast flutters, And chirps her matin song, The jay bird mildly mutters- Thy stay has been too long- The swallow joins the chorus, And the pretty butterfly, That flirts an hour before us,
Then turns away to die- Mounts gaily in the sky.
The busy insects humming, The buzzing bee and fly, The partridge loudly drumming
That starts the passer-by, The softly moaning turtle dove With gentle plaintive strain, So sal, yet sweetly mourus her love And welcomes him again.
The springing earth is teeming With beauties rich and rare, And every eye is beaming With pleasures, full of care. The meadows gay with flowers, The ivy-mantled rocky-
The swelling buds and showers In deep imbosomed bowers, And gently murmuring brooks.
The hillocks groen with sweetness And waving fields of grain, Clothed with their rustic neatness, A beauty in completeness- Have all returned a rain. The golden Autumn rich in fruits From Heaven's bounteous store We dearly love, but strange to tell We love the Spring the more.
AWAY FROM HOME.
My school-boy days were joyous and bright, My heart so merry, was careless and light ; I o'er the hills and dales did roam, Happy then, in my " Green Mountain " hoale. I was happy then.
In the shade of the oak and mulberry tree, That circled my home, so happy and free ; I danced and sang the Summer away, With lilacs and blossoming roses pay. I was happy then ..
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On river and lake, through valley and plain, Roving free o'er the green domain Or through the meadows, with lilies fair, Free was I, as the mountain air. I was happy then.
Oft when rambling o'er the dells, I would list the sound of the village bells, Sweetly chiming, filling the ear With mellow toues, so rich and clear. I was happy then.
At night, like faries, Flora and I Would watch the stars in the azure sky : And Horace would come, with rosy-cheek Jane, To watch the whip-poor-will down the lane. I was happy then.
The friends of my youth, ah ! "where are they ?" An echo answers, " faded away ;" Like a tale that is told, and Horace so brave,
Sleeps near the roar of the ocean wave. I was happy then.
B. E. M.
Fort Valley, Ga., May, 1852. -
HENRY CLAY. FOR THE GEORGIA CITIZEN.
The Nation weeps a gallant son, The Statesman of the West- Our Henry Clay! his glorious sun Has set in peaceful rest.
'Tis good to weep, let tears be shed ! And garlands deck th- grave Of Henry Clay, the gallant dead, The Patriot true and brave.
His country's pride and firm defence, In peril's darkest night, His faine upon an eminence Outshines the dazzling light.
When loud the war-trump called for men To drive the foe away, Where was gallant Harry then ? Oh! where was Harry Clay ?
Stand up ye patriots, men of age! With heads uncovered now :
And weave for Harry Clay, the Sage, A chaplet for his brow !
Strew flowers o'er his grave, Ye youths and maidens all, to-day, And chant the funeral dirge for brave And noble Henry Clay.
Fort Valley, Ga., July, 1852.
R. E. M.
LILLIE AND ISABEL. RY ALICE B. COLBURN.
Those throbbing hearts have ceased to beat, Those little eyes are closed. Those little restless forms are still In death's calm, deep repose.
Then softly clasp those icy handy Above each silent breast, And gently lay our darlings down, Beneath the sod to rest.
The patter of those little feet We loved to hear of yore, The merry prattle of those tongues Are heard, alas, no more.
The merry voice, the sparkling eye, The active forms we miss,
. The soft arins clasped in warm embrace, The loving, good-night kiss.
'Twas hard to yield our darlings up To death's stern, cold embrace,
'Tis hard from each frequented spot To miss each little face.
Yet ours is not a hopeless grief, We know that they are blest, For Jesus loves the " little ones," And marks their place of rest.
Castleton, Aug. 11, 1863.
OBITUARY OF A SOLDIER FATHER AND SON.
Died in the Regimental Hospital, at Car- rolton, La., Sept. 22, 1862, of camp fever, George Bailey, (of Co. A, 7th Reg., Vt. Vol .. ) only son of Clara and Henry H. Hosford, aged 17 years.
The vacant chair-a lock of hair-cut from the dying brow-
The pictured face-fond memories-these-these are lett us now.
In Hyd ville, Sept. 19th, 1863, at his own residence (of disease contracted in camp, and on the battle field) Henry H. Hosford, (late of Co. F., 14th Regiment Vt. Volunteers) in the 43d year of his age.
Thus sadly is our home bereft-our country has taken all.
George enlisted into the 7th Vt. Regiment, at Rutland, Feb. 11, 1862; was with his Reg- iment in the first siege of Vicksburg, under Gen. Williams, when the canal was dug around that city which cost so many lives. He was sick at Vicksburg, and never fully recovered, and at Baton Rouge was attacked with fever which continued till death relieved him of all earthly sufferings-though he did duty till within about three weeks of his death. In his last letters home (dated Ang. 23, at Carrolton) the young soldier wrote : " Here I am in our old camp (Parapet) writ- ing to you once more; but we expect to move from this camp soon, and I will write again in a few days, letting you know where we are, &c." The Regiment was moved to Camp
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Williams, (called by some of that fated band of sol liers, Camp Misery) and in a few days He was taken from the camp to hospital, and from thence to the grave.
On Aug. 16, 1862, his father enlisted into the nine months' service, and the wife at the solicitation of her husband visited the camp at Brattleboro, and after saying the last " good- bye," seeing his Regiment start girded for the conflict with Rebellion, returned home but to receive a letter penned by other hands, bringing news of the death of their only and beloved son. Then after the months of lonely sorrow and suspense waiting for the husband's return, he came, but to spend a few painful weeks of suffering and with loved ones to minister to his wants, to die, leaving a feeble wife and two young daughters to mourn his loss.
He enjoyed uninterrupted health while in the service of his country until the weary " seven days' march," and the battle of Gettys- burg, but was never well after. After his return he often said-" I am g'ad I went; for I have done something for my country."
Far from home and kindred, lies the son and brother, among the graves of our " mar- tyred dead," where the Mississippi chants a solemn requiem in the peaceful " home of the dead." In Castleton Cemetery, beneath the evergreens by his own hand planted, to shade the grave of his "first-born," repose the patriot husband and father. Blessed be the memory of our dear departed ones. Weary soldiers ! rest in peace-ye shall not be forgotten .- A soldier's mother and a sol- dier's widow.
" The collection of minerals. Indian relics, fossils, shells, fishes and skeletons, made by the late Dr. H. C. Atwood, of Castleton, has been presented by Mrs. Atwood to the Nor- mal School at Castleton, The collection consists of about one thousand specimens. They have been placed in a cabinet, which is called the " Atwood Cabinet," in honor of him who made the collection. It will form a valuable nucleus of a cabinet, which will be constantly enlarged. The specimens for- merly in the Seminary will also be joined to . ... Allection, and make, altogether, about 1.12 ajousand specimens."-Rutland Herald. Lewis
F. Bai CHITTENDEN
al W .: ountain town of moderate pretensions, Nathoutland Co., bounded northerly by but an of Addison Co., easterly by Pittsfield,
southerly by Parkerstown, and west by Pitts- ford and a part of Brandon. It was granted the 14th and chartered the 16th of March, 1780, to Gershom Beach and associates. The township of Philadelphia was annexed to it Nov. 2, 1816. The settlement was com- menced in this township about the close of the Revolutionary War, but much of it being mountainous, remains unsettled. The religious denominations are Methodists, Con- gregationalists and Catholics. The latter number 100, the Congregationalists about 50, the Methodist Episcopals about 60, the Protestant Methodists, 10. The Methodists erected a house of worship in 1832, and the Congregationalists in 1833.
The north-west part of the township is watered by Philadelphia river, which falls into Otter Creek at Pittsford. Tweed river rises in the eastern part and falls into White river. The south-western part is watered by East Creek. Near Philadelphia river is a mineral spring, and among the mountains are some caverns, but as yet are little known. This town is interesting, however, on account of its minerals. Iron ore of good quality is found here in abundance, also, manganese. About 600 tons of the iron ore are raised annually, much of which is smelted at the works in Pittsford. The manganese is found at unequal depths below the surface, and about 300 tons, worth $ 35 per ton in New York, are annually sent to market.
A furnace was erected in this town as early as 1792, by a Mr. Keath of Boston. In 1839 a forge was erected, which makes about 500 lbs. of bar-iron per day.
The town contains 6 school districts, 6 sa w - mills, each sawing yearly 100,000 feet of boards ; 1 store, and a post-office which was established in 1841.
STATISTICS OF 1840.
" Horses, 126; cattle, 481; sheep, 4,323; swine, 287; wheat, bush., 1,115; barley, 5; oats, 5,032; rye, 262; buckwheat, 345; In- dian corn, 2,379; potatoes, 16,830; hay, tons, 1,970; sugar, lbs., 11,790 ; wool, 9,202; pop- ulation, 644.
The most distinguished man who has re- sided here was Aaron Beach. He fought under Wolfe on the Heights of Abraham ; served his country through the war of the Revolution, and was prevented only by the solicitations of friends from being with the
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Green Mountain Boys in the Battle of Platts- burgh."-Thus far from Thompson's Gazet- teer, which is the latest particular historical account that we have of this town that when chartered aspired to and obtained the honor of being named for Thomas Chittenden, first Governor of Vermont.
The census of the United States for 1840 gives the name of Asahel Durkee as a pen- sioner for military services, aged 45, and the Vermont Register for 1873 has the following statistics for this town :
STATISTICS FOR 1873.
Population, 802; H. F. Baird, town clerk and treasurer ; R. K. Baird, Wm. Mullin, Azem Churchill, selectmen ; Edwin Horton, constable ; R. V. Allen, supt .; Hiram Baird, R. W. Barnard, G. F. Durkee, listers ; W. Mullin,-overseer ; P. Mullin, agent; J. M. Farman, postmaster ; H. F. Baird, Danford Brown, L. Elmunds, B. F. Manly, R. O. Dow, justices ; Rev. O. C. Barnes, Wesleyan Methodist clergyman ; Brown & Clark, mer- chants; manufacturers, Hewett & Yaw, John Warner, E S. & J. Brown, D. Wetmore, clapboards ; D. Wetmore, T. Cheedle, E. S. & J. Brown, Henry Spawn, Hewett, Parish & Co., D. Baird, jr., John Warner, lumber ; mechanics and artisans, Philip Dutelle, black- smith ; N. D. Parker, H. J. Perry, carpenters ; John Perry, E. Willis, G. Thornton, coopers ; S. S. Baird, gunsmith ; George Enslow, hair- dresser ; J. E. Nutting, wheelwright.
Chittenden is S. W. from Montpelier, 33 miles. R. R. Stations, Rutland, 7 miles ; Pittsford, 5 miles.
In brief, our most venerable Governor's namesake land has not, it appears, at this time, doctor, lawyer, nor town historian. They seem rather out in the cold, but hardy mountaineers have usually a history of which one need not be ashamed, and worthy, too, of commemoration. A3 a few at least more sterile towns, have given us very pleasing and complete histories, we still wait for Chittenden with hope, though among the mountains very retiredly, to make yet an historical rally and come nobly round with a snug little record, civil, religious, military and biographical, for the closing volume- where all towns yet behind shall have the one more chance before this series of Ver- mont town histories is closed. The field is, it will be perceived, still open here for any one who may be willing to aid for the sake of Chittenden having her history as well written up as her sister towns around her. We most especially desire a good biography
of Aaron Beach, of revolutionary fame, men- tioned by Thompson .- Ed.
[ Received since the above was in type-El.] HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF CHITTESDES.
FROM THE RECORDS.
The town of Chittenden was chartered by the Governor, Council and General Assembly the 16th day of March, 1780, the grantees were Thomas Spring, Aaron Jordon Bogue, Publius Virgilius Bogue, Seth Keeler, Na- thaniel Chipman, John Strong, Silas Whit- > ney, Daniel Lake, Benajah Roots, Ezra Root, Darius Chipman, Samuel Beach, Ger- shom Beach, 2d., Samuel Lilley, jr., Timothy Chittenden, jr., Elisha Adams, Solomon Tay- lor, Nathaniel Ladd, Eleazer Davis, Ebenezer Pitcher, Henry Lake, George Lake, Jonathan Lake, Silas Page, Dudley Averill, Zadock Everist, Daniel Foot, Daniel Collins, Thomas Chittenden, Jas. Everts, David Lee, jr., Reu- ben Cady, John Bancroft, Nathan Richard- son, Robert Graham, Sarah Stiles Asa El- mund, James Carpenter, Thomas Rowley, Rufus Stevens, Benjamin Everist, Adonijah Montague, John Fassett, jr., Israel Ellsworth, Moses Robinson, David Hubbell, Benedict Alford, John Dagget, William Clark, Lebens Johnson, Hezekiah Gould, Noah Merwin, Jabez Edgerton, Jonathan Fassett, James Murdock, John Page, Nathaniel Cutter, jr., John Cutter, Jesse Burk, Elisha Smith, Asahel Humphreys, David Smith, Amasa Ladi, Joseph Barnard, Dan Barnard, jr. One Right for the use of a Seminary or College, one Right for the use of County Grammar Schools in said State, one Right for the settlement of a minister or ministers of the Gospel, one Right for the support of social worship of God, one Right for the support of an English School or Schools in said town.
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