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" The tramp of your nu-n is at our door,
( Hi .in evil rrr.iml c.iinv; Hut for love of them whose garb you wear,
I invite you to my home." So spoke the Southron ! the Chaplain thus:
"Though sick and weary I be, I can't break bread 'neath a southern roof,
Since the murder of David Creigh !
" Here where he lived, let the end be told,
Of a told of bitter wrong; Here let our famishing thousands learn,
To whom vengeance doth belong. Short grace was given the dying man;
E're led to the fatal tree, And share the grace to our starving hosts,
Since the murder of David Creigh ! "
Our hosts were stayed in their onward cry,
Exulting in power and pride, By an unseen hand defeat and unrest,
Our banners march beside; And a heavier burden no heart hath borne,
Than the one that came to me, With the dying words and the latest sigh
Of the martyr David Creigh.
The beast of the desert shields its young,
With an instinct fierce and wild, And lives there a man with the heart ot a man,
Who would not defend his child ? So woe to those who call evil good
That woe shall not come to me War hath no record of fouler deed,
Than the murder of David Creigh.
CAPTURE OF LEXINGTON.
On the approach of the Yankees to Lexington General McCaus- land had the bridge which spans Norih river burned in order to cause delay. While the Yankees were making pontoons, a section of their artillery amused themselves by shelling the Virginia Military Institute, Washington College, and other portions of the town. The residence of the Misses Baxter, Professor John L. Campbell, and others were struck, and two shells pierced the walls of the county jail, but, fort- unately, there was no loss of life. On the i3th the enemy entered Lexington, and their whole force camped immediately around the