That was inflicted on that town Men, women, children, all alike, The frightful flames were bursting loud, The father, with his darling sons," The mother, with her child, Cried, "burn my house, but spare my life!' Those shrieks were loud and wild! And helpless children did behold Those fiends in human form Shoot down their fathers in the street, The butchering done by Quantrell's band, 40 BURNING AND SACKING OF LAWRENCE. Will, like a dagger, pierce my heart- Killing men had made him brave; Bnt there his ire grew wild When Younger said, "you made a vow;— Ah! sad was the fate of Lawrence that day, As the panting steed bore his rider in gray, As their curses, shrieks and deafening cries Were wafted upward to the skies. When that awful day had past, Smoldering ruins marked the spot Where love and friendship reigned supreme, Ere Quantrell planned his bloody plot. But a mark of infamy is set On the men who plotted treason; Who thought to rend our land in twain, Without just cause or reason. And now o'er the graves of New England's sons, O'er the martyrs who fell that day, Year following year, the tear-drops will fall On the ground that has mixed with their clay. Go the Memory of the Hon. D. G. Haskell. O-DAY the nation mourns a son, Our friend, our guide, when noon had No words can speak a woe so vast! His years were few, but well-improved;— Long had sickness on him preyed; Anxious friends had watched each mail, |