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The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight,
The stern bigot Northman exults in his might;
Gird on your bright weapons, your foemen are nigh
And this be our watchword, "We conquer or die."
The trumpet is sounding from mountain to shore,
Your swords and your lances must slumber no more,
Fling forth to the sunlight your banner on high,
Inscribed with the watchword, "We conquer or die."
March on the battlefield, there to do or dare,
With shoulder to shoulder, all danger to share,
And let your proud watchword ring up to the sky,
Till the blue arch re-echoes, "We conquer or die."
Press forward undaunted nor think of retreat,
The enemy's host on the threshold to meet;
Strike firm, till the foeman before you shall fly,
Appalled by the watchword, "We conquer or die."
Go forth in the pathway our forefathers trod,
We, too, fight for freedom--our Captain is God,
Their blood in our veins, with their honors we vie,
Theirs, too, was the watchword, "We conquer or die."
We strike for the South--Mountain, Valley and Plain,
For the South we will conquer again and again;
Her day of salvation and triumph is nigh,
Ours, then, be the watchword, "We conquer or die."
AIR:--"McGregor's Gathering."
The forests are green by the homes of the South,
But the hearth-stones are red with the blood of her youth:
Unfurl the black banner o'er mountain and vale,
Let the war-cry of vengeance swell loud on the gale.
Then gather, gather, gather, gather, gather,
While there's leaf in the forest, and foam on the river,
The cry of the South shall be Vengeance Forever!
Each drop of the blood of our children they've shed,
Our foes shall atone for, in heaps of their dead!
The signal for fight which our forefathers knew,
Shall be heard in their midst in our vengeful halloo.
CHORUS.--Then gather, &c.
Thro' their cities our horsemen with sword and with flame,
Shall carry the dread of the Southerner's name!
At the sound of our bugles their strong men shall quail,
And the cheeks of their wives and their mothers turn pale.
CHORUS.--Then gather, &c.,
They have blasted our fields--they have slaughtered our youth,
And dishonered the names of the maids of the South;
But the rivers shall dry, and the mountains be riven,
Ere vengeance be quenched or our wrongs be forgiven.
CHORUS.--Then gather, &c.
Then rally from forest and rally from ford,
Give their homes to the flame and their sons to the sword;
While a child shall be born in the South, let its cry
Be "Death to the Northman, and vengeance for aye!"
CHORUS.--Then gather, &c.
I'm dreaming now of Hally, sweet Hally, sweet Hally,
I'm dreaming now of Hally,
For the thought of her is one that never dies;
She is sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley,
She is sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird is singing where she lies.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave;
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still singing where the weeping wlllows wave.
Ah! well I yet remember, remember, remember,
Ah! well I yet remember,
When we gathered in the cotton side by side,
'Twas in the mild September, September, September,
'Twas in the mild September,
And the mocking bird was singing far and wide.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.
When the charms of spring awaken, awaken, awaken,
When the charms of spring awaken,
And the mocking bird is singing on the bough,
I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken,
I feel like one forsaken,
Since my Hally is no longer with me now.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.
The pride of the village, and the fairest in the dell,
Is the queen of my song, and her name is Fairy Belle;
The sound of her light step may be heard upon the hill,
Like the fall of the snow-drop or the dripping of the rill.
Fairy Belle, gentle Fairy Belle,
The star of the night and the lily of the day,
Fairy Belle, the queen of all the dell,
Long may she revel on her bright sunny way.
She sings to the meadows, and she carols to the streams,
She laughs in the sunlight, and smiles while in her dreams;
Her hair, like the thistle down, is borne upon the air,
And her heart like the humming bird's, is free from every care.
CHORUS.--Fairy Belle, &c.
Her soft notes of melody around me sweetly fall;
Her eye full of love, is now beaming on my soul;
The sound of that gentle voice, the glance of that eye,
Surround me with rapture that no other heart could sigh.
CHORUS.--Fairy Belle, &c.
The dearest spot of earth to me
Is home, sweet home!
The fairy land I long to see
Is home, sweet home.
There how charmed the sense of hearin
There where love is so endearing!
All the world is not so cheering
As home, sweet home!
The dearest spot of earth to me
Is home, sweet home!
The fairy land I long to see
Is home, sweet home!
I've taught my heart the way to prize
My home, sweet home!
I've learned to look with lover's eyes
On home, sweet home!
There, where vows are truly plighted!
There, where hearts are so united!
All the world besides I've slighted
For home, sweet home!
The dearest spot of earth, &c.
Do they miss me at home, do they miss me?
'Twould be an assurance most dear,
To know that this moment some loved one
Were saying I wish he were here,
To feel that the group at the fireside
Were thinking of me as I roam,
Oh, yes, 'twould be joy beyond measure
To know that they miss me at home,
To know that they miss me at home.
When twilight approaches, the season
That ever is sacred to song,
Does some one repeat my name over,
And sigh that I tarry so long?
And is there a chord in the music
That's miss'd when my voice is away,
And a chord in each heart that awaketh
Regret at my wearisome stay,
Regret at my wearisome stay?
Do they set me a chair near the table,
When ev'ning's home pleasures are nigh,
When the candles are lit in the parlor,
And the stars in the calm azure sky?
And when the "good nights" are repeated,
And all lay them down to their sleep,
Do they think of the absent, and waft me
A whispered "good night" while they weep,
A whispered "good night" while they weep?
Do they miss me at home--do they miss me
At morning, at noon, or at night,
And lingers one gloomy shade round them
That only my presence can light?
Are joys less invitingly welcome,
And pleasures less hale than before,
Because one is miss'd from the circle,
Because I am with them no more,
Because I am with them no more?
By blue Patapsco's billowy dash,
The tyrant's war-shout comes
Along with the cymbal's fitful clash,
And the growl of his sullen drums;
We hear it--we heed it--with vengeful thrills,
And we shall not forgive or forget--
There's faith in the streams, there's hope in the hills,
There's life in the Old Land yet!
Minions! we sleep, but we are not dead;
We are crushed, we are scourged, we are scarred:
We crouch--'tis to welcome the triumph tread
Of the peerless Beauregard.
Then woe to your vile, polluting horde,
When the Southern braves are met--
There's faith in the victor's stainless sword,
There's life in the Old Land yet.
Bigots! ye quell not the valiant mind,
With the clank of an iron chain--
The spirit of Freedom sings in the wind
O'er Merryman, Thomas and Kane;
And we, though we smite not, are not thralls--
We are piling a gory debt;
While down by McHenry's dungeon walls,
There's life in the Old Land yet!
Our women have hung their harps away,
And they scowl on your brutal bands,
While the nimble poignard dares the day
In their dear, defiant hands;
They will strip their tresses to string our bows,
Ere the Northern sun is set--
There's faith in their unrelenting woes--
There's life in the Old Land yet!
There's life, though it throbbeth in silent veins--
'Tis vocal without noise--
It gushes o'er Manassa's solemn plains
From the blood of the Maryland boys.
That blood shall cry aloud, and rise
With an everlasting threat--
By the death of the brave, by the God in the skies,
There's life in the Old Land yet!
O the summer is brightly glowing,
The wild birds wake their song,
And the streamlet, as it' softly murmurs,
So gently glides along,
Where the sweet hedge-rose is blowing,
In the woodlands green;
There I love to wander with my heart's true queen,
My bonny, bonny Jean.
Yet, 'tis not the rosy tint of summer,
Nor the song-bird's joyous lay,
Nor the streamlet's soft and murmuring music,
That makesmy heart feel gay;
'Tis her smile that beams upon me, 'mid each flow'ry scene;
While I love to wander with my heart's true queen,
My bonny, bonny Jean.
"Bonny Jean," your smiles are always with me,
When absent, love, from thee,
Making joy and sunshine round my path way,
Wherever I may be,
May they ever beam upon me, in this mortal scene;
While I fondly wander with my heart's true queen,
My bonny, bonny Jean.
Hear ye not the sounds of battle,
Sabres clash and muskets rattle?
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
Hostile footsteps on our border,
Hostile columns tread in order,
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
Oh, fly to arms in Dixie!
To arms! to arms!
From Dixie's land we'll route the band,
That comes to conquer Dixie,
To arms!
To arms! and route the foe from Dixie.
See the red smoke hanging o'er us!
Hear the cannon's booming chorus!
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
See our steady columns forming,
Hear the shouting! hear the storming!
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
CHORUS.--Oh, fly to arms in Dixie! &c.
Gird your loins with sword and sabre,
Give your lives to freedom's labor!
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
What though every hearth be saddened?
What though all the land be reddened?
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
CHORUS.--Oh, fly to arms in Dixie! &c.
Shall this boasting, mad invader
Trample Dixie and degrade her?
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
By our fathers' proud example!
Southern soil they shall not trample!
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
CHORUS.--Oh, fly to arms in Dixie! &c.
Southrons meet them on the border!
Charge them into wild disorder!
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
Hew the Vandals down before you!
Till the last inch they restore you!
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
CHORUS.--Oh, fly to arms in Dixie! &c.
Through the echoing hills resounding,
Hear, the Southern bugles sounding,
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
Arouse from every hill and valley,
List the bugle! rally! rally!
To arms! to arms! to arms in Dixie!
CHORUS.--Oh, fly to arms in Dixie! &c.
Childhood's days now pass before me,
Forms and scenes of long ago,
Like a dream they hover o'er me,
Calm and bright as evening's glow;
Days that knew no shade of sorrow,
When my young heart, pure and free,
Joyful hail'd each coming morrow,
In the cottage by the sea,
Joyful hail'd each coming morrow,
In the cottage, the cottage by the sea.
Fancy sees the rose-tree twining
Round the old and rustic door,
And below the white beach shining,
Where I gather'd shells of yore,
Hears my mother's gentle warning,
As she took me on her knee;
And I feel again life's morning,
In the cottage by the sea,
And I feel again life's morning,
In the cottage, the cottage by the sea.
What though years have rolled above me,
Though mid fairer scenes 1 roam,
Yet I ne'er shall cease to love thee,
Childhood's dear and happy home!
And when life's long day is closing,
Oh, how pleasant would it be,
On some faithful breast reposing,
In the cottage by the sea,
On some faithful breast reposing,
In the cottage, the cottage by the
Hark! to the shrill trumphet calling,
It pierceth the soft summer air!
Tears from each comrade are falling,
For the widow and orphan are there!
The bayonets earthward are turning,
And the drum's muffled breath rolls around,
But he hears not the voice of their mourning,
Nor awakes to the bugle's sound;
But he hears not the voice of their mourning,
Nor awakes to the bugle's sound.
Sleep, soldier! tho' many regret thee,
Who stand by thy cold bier to-day,
Soon, soon shall the kindest forget thee,
And thy name from the earth pass away.
The man thou didst love as a brother,
A friend in thy place will have gained,
Thy dog shall keep watch for another,
And thy steed by a stranger be rein'd,
Thy dog shall keep watch for another,
And thy steed by a stranger be rein'd,
But tho' hearts that now mourn for thee sadly,
Soon joyous as ever shall be,
Tho' thy bright orphan boy may laugh gladly,
As he sits on some comrade's kind knee,
There is ONE who shall still pay the duty
Of tears for the true and the brave,
As when first in the bloom of her beauty,
She wept o'er the soldier's grave,
As when first in the bloom of her beauty
She wept o'er the soldier's grave.
Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming,
Thy gentle voice my spirit it can cheer;
Thou wert the star that mildly beaming,
Shone o'er my path when all was dark and drear.
Still in my heart thy form I cherish,
Every kind thought like a bird flies to thee;
Oh! never till life and mem'ry perish,
Can I forget how dear thou art to me;
Morn, noon and night, where'er I may be,
Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee!
Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee!
Ever of thee, when sad and lonely,
Wandering afar my soul joy'd to dwell;
Ah! then I felt I loved thee only;
All seem'd to fade before affection's spell.
Years have not chill'd the love I cherish;
True as the stars hath my heart been to thee;
Ah! never till life and mem'ry perish,
CHORUS.--Can I forget, &c.
While the flow'rs bloom in gladness and spring birds rejoice,
There's a void in our household of one gentle voice.
The form of a loved one hath passed from the light,
But the sound of her foot-fall returns with the night.
For I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams,
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and the streams,
I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams,
Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and the streams.
Tho her voice once familiar, hath gone from the day,
And her smiles from the sunlight have faded away,
Though I wake to a scene now deserted and bleak,
In my visions I find the lost form that I seek,
CHORUS,--For I see her still in my dreams, &c.
We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,
Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil,
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far,
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star,
Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern Rights! Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
As long as the Union was faithful to her trust,
Like friends and like brothers we were kind, we were just;
But now, when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar,
We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
CHORUS.--Hurrah! &c.
First, gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand;
Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand;
Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia and Florida,
All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
CHORUS.--Hurrah! &c.
Ye men of Valor, gather 'round the banner of the Right!
Texas and fair Louisiana join us in the fight;
Davis, our loved President, and Stephens, statesmen rare,
Now rally 'round the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
CHORUS.--Hurrah! &c.
And here's to brave Virginia! the Old Dominion State;
With the young Confederacy at length has link'd her fate,
Impelled by her example, now other States prepare
To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
CHORUS.--Hurrah! &c.
Then, here's to our Confederacy! strong we are and brave,
Like patriots of old, we'll fight our heritage to save;
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer;
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
CHORUS--Hurrah! &c.,
Then cheer, boys, cheer; raise the joyous shout;
Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out,
And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given--
The single star on the Bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be eleven.
CHORUS.--Hurrah! &c.
And now to Missouri we extend both heart and hand
And welcome her a sister of our Confederate band;
Tho surrounded by oppression no tyrant dare deter
Her adding to our Bonnie Blue Flag her bright and twelfth star.
CHORUS.--Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern Rights! Hurrah!
Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag has gained its twelfth star.
[The Music of this glorious anthem is by Sig. G. George, of Norfolk, Virginia.]
Bright banner of Freedom, with pride I unfold thee!
Fair flag of my country, with love I behold thee,
Gleaming above us in freshness and youth--
Emblem of Liberty--symbol of Truth.
For this flag of my country in triumph shall wave
O'er the Southerner's home and the Southerner's grave.
All bright are the stars that are beaming upon us,
And bold are the bars that are gleaming above us--
The one shall increase in their number and light,
The other grow bolder in power and might.
CHORUS.--For this flag of my country in triumph shall wave, &c.
Those bars of bright red show our firm resolution
To die, if need be, shielding thee from pollution;
For man, in this hour, must give all he holds dear,
And woman her prayers and her words of high cheer.
CHORUS.--If they wish their fair banner in triumph to wave, &c.
To the great God of battles we look for reliance--
On our fierce Northern foe with contempt and defiance
For the South shall smile on in her fragrance and bloom
When the North is fast sinking in silence and gloom.
CHORUS.--For the flag of our country in triumph must wave, &c.
I leave my home and thee dear,
With sorrow at my heart,
It is my country's call, dear,
To aid her I depart;
And on the blood-red battle plain,
We'll conquer or we'll die;
'Tis for our honor and our name,
We raise the battle cry.
Then weep not, dearest, weep not,
If in her cause I fall,
O weep not, dearest, weep not,
It is my country's call.
And yet my heart is sore, love,
To see thee weeping thus;
But mark me, there's no fear, love,
For in heaven is our trust;
And if the heavy drooping tear
Swells in my mourful eye,
It is that Northmen of our land
Should cause the battle-cry.
CHORUS.--Then weep not, dearest, &c.
Our rights have been usurped, dear,
By Northmen of our land,
Fanatics raised the cry, dear,
Politicians fired the brand.
The Southrons spurn the galling yoke,
The tyrant's threats defy,
They find we've sons like sturdy oak
To raise the battle-cry.
CHORUS.--Then weep not, dearest, &c.
I knew you'd let me go, pet,
I saw it in that tear,
To join the gallant men, pet,
Who never yet knew fear.
With Beauregard and Davis,
We'll gain our cause or die,
Win battles like Manassas,
And raise our battle-cry.
CHORUS.--Then weep uot, dearest, &
Let me kiss him for his mother,
Let me kiss his dear youthful brow;
I will love him for his Mother,
And seek her blessing now.
Kind friends have soothed his pillow,
Have watched his every care,
Beneath the weeping willow,
Oh lay him gently there.
Sleep, dearest, sleep,
I love you as a brother;
Kind friends around you weep,
I've kissed you for your Mother.
Let me kiss him for his Mother,
What though left a lone stranger here,
She has loved him as none other,
I feel her blessing near.
Though cold that form lies sleeping,
Sweet angels watch around,
Dear friends are near thee weeping,
O lay him gently gently down.
CHORUS.--Sleep, dearest, sleep, &c.
Let me kiss him for his Mother,
Or perchance a fond sister dear;
If a father or a brother,
I know their blessing's here.
Then kiss him for his Mother,
'Twill sooth her after years,
Farewell, dear stranger, brother,
Our requiems, our tears.
CHORUS.--Sleep, dearest, sleep, &c.
Maxwelton Braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gie'd me her promise true,
Gie'd me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.
Her brow is like the snow drift--
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest,
That e'er the sun shone on--
That e'er the sun shone on--
And dark blue is her e'e;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.
Like the dew on the gowan lying,
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet,
And like the winds in summer sighing
Her voice is low and sweet,
Her voice is low and sweet,
And she's a' the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me down and dee.
The years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the grass again,
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena;
The frost gleams where the flowers have been,
But the heart throbs on as warmly now;
As when the summer days were nigh,
Oh! the sun can never dip so low
A down affection's cloudless sky.
A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last I held that hand in mine,
And felt thy pulse beat fast, Lorena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine;
A hundred months, 'twas flow'ry May,
When up the hilly slope we climbed,
To watch the dying of the day,
And hear the distant church-bells chime.
We loved each other then, Lorena,
More than we ever cared to tell;
And what we might have been, Lorena,
Had but our lovings prospered well;
But then, 'tis past, the years are gone,
I'll not call up their shadowy forms,
I'll say to them, "lost years sleep on,
Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storm."
The story of the past, Lorena,
Alas! I care not to repeat,
The hopes that could not last, Lorena,
They lived, but only lived to cheat;
I would not cause even one regret
To rankle in your bosom now;
For "if we try we may forget,"
Were words of thine long years ago.
Yes these were words of thine, Lorena,
They burn within my memory yet;
They touched some tender chords, Lorena,
That thrill and tremble with regret;
'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke,
Thy heart was always true to me,
A duty stern and pressing broke
The tie which linked my soul to thee.
It matters little now, Lorena,
The past is in the eternal past,
Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena,
Life's tide is ebbing out so fast.
There is a future oh! thank God!
Of life this is so small a part!
'Tis dust to dust, beneath the sod,
But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart.
The years are creeping slowly by, dear Paul,
The winters come and go;
The winds sweep past with mournful cry, dear Paul,
And pelt my face with snow;
But there's no snow upon the heart, dear Paul,
'Tis summer always there;
Those early loves throw sunshine over all,
And sweeten mem'ries dear.
I thought it easy to forget, dear Paul,
Life glowed with youthful hope;
The glorious future gleamed yet, dear Paul,
And bade us clamber up;
They frowning said, "it must not, can not be;
Break now the hopeless bonds!"
And Paul, you know how well that bitter day,
I bent to their commands.
I've kept you ever in my heart, dear Paul,
Through years of good and ill;
Our souls could not be torn apart, dear Paul,
They're bound together still.
I never knew how dear you were to me
Till I was left alone;
I thought my poor, poor heart would break the day
They told me you were gone.
Perhaps we'll never, never meet, dear Paul,
Upon this earth again;
But there, where happy angels greet, dear Paul,
You'll meet Lorena there.
Togther up the ever shining way,
We'll press with hoping heart--
Together through the bright eternal day,
And never more to part.
I loved thee in my days of joy,
When thou wast but a slender boy;
I loved thee when our hearts were light,
And youth's gay charms were fond and bright;
Sweet mem'ry o'er me casts a spell!
On those loved hours, oh let me dwell!
When at the sound of thy dear voice,
My cheek would flush, my heart rejoice.
Thine eye's sweet flash I'll ne'er forget,
Nor those sweet smiles when e'er we met;
If I were sad thy smiles would cheer--
Thou always smiled when I was near.
But years have flown since then, and now,
The stamp of manhood's on thy brow;
Oh! surely we have sadly changed--
Fore'er our hearts are now estranged.
And now when clouds of sorrow roll,
And bitter griefs oppress my soul;
Thy hand no longer dries the tear,
Nor wipes away the flood of care.
And thou may'st wed a fairer flower,
And bless the happy nuptial bower,
But will your thoughts not sometimes stray
To me perhaps, when far away?
And I may be another's bride,
And the deep sea may us divide,
Still, still, I can not thee forget--
I love thee oh! I love thee yet!
But fare thee well! I'd rather make
My bower upon some icy lake,
Where thawing suns refuse to shine,
Than trust a love so false as thine!
The tattoo beats, the lights are gone,
The camp around in slumber lies;
The night with solemn pace moves on,
And sad uneasy thoughts arise.
I think of thee oh, dearest one!
Whose love my early life hath blest;
Of thee and him our baby son,
Who slumbers on thy gentle breast.
God of the tender, hover near
To her whose watchful eye is wet;
The mother, wife--the doubly dear,
And cheer her drooping spirits yet.
Now while she kneels before thy Throne,
Oh, teach her, Ruler of the skies!
No tear is wept to thee unknown,
No hair is lost, no sparrow dies;
That thou canst stay the ruthless hand
Of dark disease, and soothe its pain;
That only by thy stern command
The battle's lost, the soldier slain;
By day, by night--in joy or woe--
By fears oppressed or hopes beguiled;
From ever danger, every foe,
Oh, God! protect my wife and child!
All quiet along the Potomac to night,
Except here and there a stray picket
Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro,
By a riflemen hid in the thicket.
'Tis nothing, a private or two now and then
Will not count in the news of the battle:
Not an officer lost, only one of the men
Moaning out all alone the death rattle.
"All quiet along the Potomac to-night,"
While the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming
And their tents in the rays of the clear autum moon,
And the light of the camp fires are gleaming.
A tremulous sigh as the gentle night wind
Thro' the forest leaves slowly is creeping,
While the stars up above with their glittering eyes,
Keep guard o'er the army while sleeping.
There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread,
As he tramps from the rock to the fountain,
And thinks of the two on the low trundle bed,
Far away in the cot on the mountain.
His musket falls slack, his face dark and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep;
And their mother--"may Heaven defend her."
Then drawing his sleeves roughly over his eyes
He dashes off the tears that are welling,
And gathers his gun close up to his breast,
As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree,
And his footstep is lagging and weary,
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt-of light,
Towards the shades of the forest so dreary.
Hark! was it the night wind that rustled the leaves?
Was it the moonlight, so wondrously flashing?
It looked like a rifle! "Ha! Mary, good bye!"
And the life-blood is ebbing and splashing.
"All quiet along the Potomac to-night,"
No sound save the rush of the river;
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead,
The picket's off duty forever.
The moon seems to shine as brightly as then--
That night, when the love yet unspoken,
Leaped up to his lips and when low murmured vows
Were pledged to be ever unbroken.
When other friends are round thee,
And other hearts are thine;
When other bays have crowned thee,
More fresh and green than mine:
Then think how sad and lonely
This bleeding heart will be;
Which while it throbs, throbs only,
Beloved one, for thee.
Nay, do not think I doubt thee;
I know thy truth remains;
I would not live without thee,
For all the world contains.
Thou art the star that guides me
Across life's troubled sea;
Whatever fate betide me
This heart will cling to thee.
I'll hang my harp on the willow tree,
And I'll off to the wars again,
My peaceful home has no charms for me;
The battle-field no pain.
The lady I love will soon be a bride,
With a diadem on her brow.
Oh! why did she flatter my boyish pride;
She's going to leave me now.
She took me away from my warlike Lord.
And gave me a silken suit;
I thought no more of my master's sword
When I played on my master's lute.
She seemed to think me a boy above
Her pages of low degree;
Oh! had I but loved with a boyish love,
It would have been better for me.
Then I'll hide in my breast every selfish care;
And I'll flush my pale cheek with wine:
When smiles await the bridal pair,
I'll hasten to give them mine.
I'll laugh and I'll sing though my heart may bleed,
And I'll join in the festive train;
And if I survive it I'll mount my steed,
And I'll off to the wars again.
I'm sitting on the stile, Mary,
Where we sat side by side,
On a bright May morning, long ago,
When first you were my bride;
The corn was springing fresh and green,
And the lark sang loud and high,
And the red was on your lips, Mary,
And the love-light in your eye.
The place is little changed, Mary,
And the day as bright as then;
And the lark's loud song is in my ear,
And the corn is green again.
But I miss the soft clasp of your hand,
And your breath warm on my cheek;
And I still keep listening for the words
You never more may speak.
'Tis but a step down yonder lane,
And the little church stands near,
The church where we were wed, Mary,
I see the spire from here.
But the graveyard lies between, Mary,
And my step might break your rest,
For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep,
With your baby on your breast.
I'm bidding you a long farewell,
My Mary, kind and true,
But I'll not forget you darling, in
The land I'm going to.
They say there's bread and work for all,
And the sun shines always there;
But I'll not forget old Ireland,
Were it fifty times as fair.
But often in those grand old woods,
I'll sit and shut my eyes,
And my heart will travel back again
To the place where Mary lies.
And I'll think I see the little stile,
Where we sat side by side,
On the bright May morning long ago,
When first you were my bride.
There's a Yellow Rose in Texas that I am going to see,
To other darkey knows her, no darkey only me;
She cried so when I left her it like to broke me heart,
And if I ever find her, we never more will part.
She's the sweetest rose of color this darkey ever knew;
Her eyes are bright as diamons, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Dearest Mae, and sing of Rosey Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.
Where the Rio Grand is flowing and the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night;
She thinks, if I remember, when we parted long ago,
I promised to come back again, and not leave her so.
Oh now I am going to find her, for my heart is full of woe;
And we'll sing the song together that we sung so long ago;
We'll play the banjo gaily, and we'll sing the songs of yore,
And the Yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forever more,
Years have fled since last I saw thee,
Standing in thy cottage door,
Ringlets bright as golden sunbeams,
Floating o'er thy pale young brow,
But thy smile is ever with me,
Though I'll see thee never more,
And thy form, ah! fancy's fair dreams,
Ne'er can bring one like thou.
Pale the moonbeams fall at even,
On the green turf over thee,
But thy gentle soul's in heaven,
Farewell, lost one, Cora Lee,
Cheeks as red as summer roses,
Eyes as blue as summer sky,
Now the willow sways its tresses,
O'er thy grave, dear Cora Lee,
And a heart whose wealth discloses,
Love gems sparkling in thine eye,
And at eve the dew drop nestles;
In the wild flowers o'er thee.
CHORUS.--Pale the moonbeans, &c.
Still thy voice, like music stealing,
Lingers round where last we met,
And I hear thee when I am sleeping,
Whisper, "thou canst ne'er forget,"
No pale marble gleams above her,
Yet how dear that spot to me,
Mem'ry wanders to thee ever,
"Angel stolen" Cora Lee.
A possum sot in a simmon tree,
A lookin cunnin down at me;
I took a rock, all on the sly,
And I hit him zip right in the eye!
All Old Bob Ridley, Oh!
Old Bob Ridley, Oh!
Old Bob Ridley, Oh!
How could you fool dat possum so?
Oh! boys, come along and shuck dat corn,
Oh, boys come along to de rattle of de horn,
We'll shuck and sing till de coming of de morn,
And den we'll have a holiday.
I took him down to Polly Bell,
Because I know she'd cook him well;
She made a fry, and she made a stew,
An' a roast, an a brile, an' a barbecue!
All Old Bob Ridley, (Three times.)
Oh! Oh!
Why didn't you let dese darkies know?
CHORUS.--O boys, come along, &c.
When 'twas done I gin a call
An' here come in de niggers all;
We trowed de dogs de head and feet,
An' had a plenty left for us all to eat!
All Old Bob Ridley, (Three times,)
Oh! Oh!
We never have hear of de like before!
CHORUS.--O boys, come along, &c.
Old master say he never see
A possum half so fat as he!
We eat, and we danced, and we eat all night,
But we could'nt eat him all fore de mornin light.
All Old Bob Ridley, (Three times.)
Oh! Oh!
Now do you tell dese darkies so!
CHORUS.--O, boys, come along, &c.
I got a half a dollar for his skin,
On which, next night, we frolic'd again,
And dat made Polly love me well,
An'a mighty purty gal was Polly Bell.
All Old Bob Ridley, (Three times.)
Oh! Oh!
De next time we'll be sure to go.
CHORUS.--O boys, come along. &c.
Oh! Polly's lips, dey look so sweet
When she has somefin nice to eat;
Dat possum's fat, an dat possum's hide,
Dem was de fings made Polly my bride
All Old Bob Ridley, (Three times.)
Oh! Oh!
Polly is de Belle of de old banjo!
CHORUS.--O boys, come along, &c.
Twas a calm, clear night, and the moon's pale light
Shone soft o'er hill and vale,
When sad-hearted friends stood around the death-bed
Of my poor, sweet Lily Dale!
O, Lily! sweet Lily! dear Lily Dale!
Now the wild roses wave o'er her little green grave,
'Neath the trees in the blooming vale!
Like a fair flower white, on that sad, still night,
Swept by some icy gale,
On her couch of snow, in her beauty bright,
Lay my dear, sweet Lily Dale!
CHORUS.--O Lily! sweet Lily! dear Lily Dale! &c.
"I go," and she smiled, as we wept o'er the child,
"To that sinless, happy vale,
Where a kind hand shall wipe all pain from the brow.
Of your poor, dear Lily Dale!"
CHORUS.--O, Lily! pale Lily! sweet Lily Dale! &c.
The moon went down 'neath the forest brown,
And the stars grew dim, and pale,
And the death smile wreathed the white, cold lips,
Of my poor, lost Lily Dale!
CHORUS.--O, Lily! sweet Lily! dear Lily Dale.! &c.
Where the flowers bloom o'er her lonely tomb,
'Neath the trees of the leafy vale;
Sweetly sleepeth in peace, while the bright birds sing
My loved, my dear Lily Dale!
CHORUS--O, Lily! pale Lily! lost Lily Dale! &c.
Now, darkies, come and listen, a story I'll relate,
It happened in a valley in the old Carolina State.
It was down in the meadow I used to make the hay;
I always work the harder when I think of lovely Ma
Oh, dearest Mae, you're lovely as the day,
Your eyes so bright, they shine at night,
When the moon am gone away,
My massa give me holiday, I wish he'd give me more,
I thanked him very kindly as I shoved my boat from shore,
And down the river paddled, with a heart so light and free,
To the cottage of my lovely Mae, I long'd so much to see.
CHORUS.--Oh, dearest Mae, &c.
On the bank of the river, where the trees they hang so low,
When the coons among the branches play, and the minx he keeps below,
Oh! there is the spot, and Mae, she looks so very sweet,
Her eyes they sparkle like the stars, and her lips are red as beet.
CHORUS.--Oh, dearest Mae, &c.
Beneath the shady old oak tree, I've sat for many an hour,
As happy as the little bird that sports among the flowers;
But dearest Mae, I left her; she cried when both we parted,
I gave her a long and farewell kiss, and back to massa started.
CHORUS.--Oh, dearest Mae, &c.
My master then was taken sick, and poor old man he died,
And I was sold, way down below, close by the river side;
When lovely Mae did hear the news, she wiltered like a flower,
And now lies low, beneath the tree where the owl hoots every hour.
CHORUS.--Oh, dearest Mae, &c.
The snow is in the cloud,
And night is gathering o'er us,
The winds are piping loud,
And fan the blaze before us.
Then join the jovial band,
And tune the vocal organ;
And with a will, we'll all join in,
Three cheers for our Jack Morgan.
Gather round the camp fire,
Our duty has been done;
Let's gather round the camp fire,
And have a little fun;
Let's gather round the camp-fire,
Our duty has been done,
'Twas done upon the battle field,
Three cheers for our Jack Morgan:
Jack Morgan is his name,
The fearless and the lucky,
No dastard foe can tame
The son of old Kentucky
His heart is with his State,
He fights for Southern freedom;
His men their General's word await,
They'll go where he will lead 'em.
CHORUS.--Gather round the camp fire, &c.
He swore to free his home,
To burst her chains asunder,
With sound of trump and drum,
And loud Confederate thunder;
And in the darksome night,
By light of homestead burning,
He'll put the skulking foe to flight,
Their hearts to wailings turning.
CHORUS.--Gather round the camp-fire, &c.
The dungeon dark and cold
Could not his body prison,
Nor tame a spirit bold
That o'er reverse had risen;
Then sing the song of joy,
Our toast be lovely woman,
And Morgan he's the gallant boy 3,
To plague the hated foeman!
CHORUS.--Gather round the camp-fire, etc.
The moments are dreary,
I'm lonely and weary,
Sighing for thy soft, sweet, melting voice;
I love thee so fondly,
Without thee I'm lonely,
For in this world thou art mine only choice.
Come, come, come! love, come!
Come, ere the night-torches pale;
O, rise in thy duty, thou marvel of beauty,
Dear Annie, sweet Annie of the vale.
I go forth to battle,
'Mid the clash and rattle
Of musketry and cannons' sullen roar;
They cannot defeat us,
The Lord will assist us--
We'll conquer, or we'll welter in our gore.
CHORUS.--Come, come, come, &c.,
If, then, love, I'm lying
Wounded and dying;
If on the field of carnage I am slain,
The spirit of thy lover
Around thee will hover--
In heaven he'll hope to meet thee, love again.
CHORUS.--Come, come, come, &c.
Oh, Dixie! the land of King Cotton,
The home of the brave and the free;
A nation by Freedom begotten,
The terror of despots to be.
Wherever thy banner is streaming,
Base tyranny quails at thy feet;
And Liberty's sunlight is beaming
In splendor of majesty sweet.
Then three cheers for our army so true,
Three cheers for our President too;
May our banner triumphantly wave
Over Dixie, the land of the brave!
When Liberty sounds her war rattle.
Demanding her right and her due;
The first land that rallies to battle
Is Dixie, the home of the true.
Thick as leaves of the forest in summer,
Her brave sons will rise on each plain;
And then strike till each Vandal comer
Lies dead on the soil he would stain.
CHORUS.--Then three cheers for our army, &c.
May the names of the dead that we cherish,
Fill memory's cup to the brim;
May the laurels we've won never perish,
Nor our stars of their glory grow dim.
May the States of the South never sever,
But companions of Freedom e'er be;
May they flourish Confed'rate forever,
The boast of the brave and the free.
CHORUS.--Three cheers for our army, &c.
No one to love, none to caress,
Roaming alone through this worlds wilderness,
Sad is my heart, joy is unknown,
For in my sorrow I'm weeping alone,
No gentle voice, no tender smile,
Makes me rejoice, or cares beguile,
No one to love, none to caress,
Roaming alone through this world's wilderness,
Sad is my heart, joy is unknown,
For in my sorrow I'm weeping alone.
In dreams alone, loved ones I see,
And well-known voices then whisper to me;
Sighing, I wake, waking I weep:
Soon with the loved and the lost I shall sleep.
Oh, blissful rest! what heart would stay,
Unloved, unbless'd, from heaven away?
CHORUS.--No one to love, none to caress, &c.
No one to love, none to caress,
None to respond to this heart's tenderness!
Trusting I wait: God in his love
Promises rest in his mansions above:
Oh, bliss in store, oh, joy mine own,
There never more to weep alone!
CHORUS.--No one to love, none to caress, &c.
No one to love in this beautiful world,
Full of warm hearts and bright beaming eyes?
Where is the lone heart that nothing can find,
That is lovely beneath the blue skies.
No one to love!
No one to love!
Why no one to love?
What have you done in this beautiful world,
That you're sighing of no one to love?
Dark is the soul that has nothing to dwell on!
How sad must its brightest hours prove!
Lonely the dull brooding spirit must be,
That has no one to cherish and love.
No one to love!
No one to love!
Why no one to love?
What have you done in this beautiful world,
That you're sighing of no one to love?
Many a fair one that dwells on the earth
Who would greet you with kind words of cheer,
Many who gladly would join is your pleasures
Or share in your grief with a tear.
No one to love!
No one to love!
Why no one to love?
Where have you roam'd in this beautiful world,
That you're sighing of no one to love?
Oh! say can you see, through the gloom and the storm,
More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation,
Like the symbol of love, and redemption, its form,
As it points to the haven of hope for the nation.
How radiant each star, as they beacon afar,
Giving promise of peace or assurance in war.
'Tis the cross of the South which shall even remain,
To light us to Freedom and Glory again.
How peaceful and blest was America's soil,
'Till betrayed by the guile of the Puritan demon,
Which lurks under Virtue, and springs from its coil,
To fasten its fangs in the life blood of freemen.
Then loudly appeal, to each heart that can feel.
And crush the foul Viper 'neath Liberty's heel,
And the Cross of the South shall for ever remain,
To light us to Freedom and Glory again.
'Tis the emblem of peace, 'tis the day star of hope;
Like the sacred Labarum, which, guided the Roman,
From the shores of the Gulf to the Delaware's slope,
'Tis the trust of the Free and the terror of Foemen.
Fling its folds to the air, while we boldly declare,
The rights we demand, or the deeds that we dare;
And the Cross of the South shall forever remain,
To light us to Freedom and Glory again.
But if peace should be hopeless and justice denied,
And war's bloody vulture should flap his black pinions,
Then gladly to arms! while we hurl in our pride,
Defiance to Tyrants, and death to their minions;
With our front to the field, swearing never to yield,
Or return like the Spartan, in death on our shield,
And the Cross of the South shall triumphantly wave,
As the flag of the Free, or the pall of the brave.
Ever constant, ever true,
Let the word be, no Surrender
Boldly dare and greatly do!
They shall bring us safely through,
No Surrender! no surrender!
And though fortune's smiles be few,
Hope is always springing new.
Still inspiring me and you,
With a magic, no Surrender!
Nail the colors to the mast,
Shouting gladly, no Surrender;
Troubles near are all but past;
Serve them as you did the last.
No surrender! no surrender!
Though the skies be overcast,
And upon the sleety blast,
Disappointments gather fast,
Beat them off with no surrender!
Constant and courageous still,
Mind, the word is, No Surrender!
Battle, tho' it be up hill,
Stagger not at seeming ill,
No Surrender! no Surrender,
Hope, and thus your hope fulfil,
There's a way, where there's a will,
And the way all cares to kill,
Is to give them No Surrender,
On Shiloh's dark and bloody ground,
The dead and wounded lay,
Amongst them was a drummer boy,
That beat the drum that day.
A wounded soldier raised him up,
His drum was by his side,
He clasped his hands and raised his eyes
And prayed before he died.
He clasped his hands and raised his eyes
And prayed before he died.
Look down upon the battle field,
Oh Thou, our Heav'nly friend,
Have mercy on our sinful souls,
The soldiers cried, "Amen."
For gather'd round a little group,
Each brave man knelt and cried,
They listen'd to the drummer boy
Who prayed before he died,
They listen'd to the drummer boy,
Who prayed before he died.
"Oh Mother!" said the dying boy,
"Look down from Heav'n on me,
Receive me to thy fond embrace,
Oh take me home to thee.
I've loved my country as my God,
To serve them both I've tried,"--
He smiled, shook hands, death seized the boy
Who prayed before he died,
He smiled, shook hands, death seized the boy,
Who prayed before he died.
Each soldier wept then like a child,
Stout hearts were they and brave;
The flag his winding sheet, God's book
The key unto his grave.
They wrote upon a simple board
These words, "This is a guide
To those who mourn the drummer boy
Who prayed before he died,
To those who mourn the drummer boy
Who prayed before he died"
Why am I so weak and weary?
See! how faint my heated breath,
All around to me seems darkness;
Tell me, comrades, is this death?
Ah! how well I know your answer;
To my fate I meekly how;
If you'll only tell me truly,
Who will care for Mother now?
Soon with angels I'll be marching,
With bright laurels on my brow;
I have for my country fallen!
Who will care for Mother now?
Who will comfort her in sorrow?
Who will dry the falling tear?
Gently smooth her wrinkled forehead;
Who will whisper words of cheer?
Even now, I think I see her,
Kneeling, praying for me! how
Can I leave her in her anguish?
Who will care for Mother now?
CHORUS.--Soon with angels I'll, &c.
Let this knapsack be my pillow,
And my mantle be the sky;
Hasten, comrades, to the battle,
I will like a soldier die.
Soon with angels I'll be marching,
With bright laurels on my brow;
I have for my country fallen,
Who will care for Mother now?
CHORUS.--Soon with angels, &c.
Dearest one, do you remember
When we last did meet?
When you told me how you loved me,
Kneeling at my feet?
Oh! how proud you stood before me,
in your suit of grey,
When you vowed from me and country
Ne'er to go astray.
Weeping, sad and lonely,
Sighs and tears how vain;
When this cruel war is over,
Praying then to meet again.
When the summer breeze is sighing
Mournfully along,
Or when autumn leaves are falling,
Sadly breathes the song,
Oft in dreams I see you lying
On the battle plain,
Lonely, wounded, even dying,
Calling, but in vain.
CHORUS.--Weeping, sad, &c
If amid the din of battle
Nobly you should fall,
Far away from those who love you,
None to hear your call,
Who would whisper words of comfort?
Who would soothe your pain?
Ah! the many cruel fancies,
Ever in my brain!
CHORUS--Weeping, sad, &c.
But our country called you, loved one,
Angels guide your way;
While our "Southern Boys" are fighting,
We can also pray.
When you strike for God and freedom,
Let all the nations see
How you love our Southern banner,
Emblem of the free!
CHORUS.--Weeping, sad, &c.
Sons of Freedom! on to glory!
Go where brave men do or die;
Let your names in future story
Gladden every patriot's eye:
'Tis your country calls you, hasten!
Backward hurl the invading foe:
Freemen! never think of danger,
To the glorious battle go.
Oh! remember gallant Jackson,
Single handed in the fight,
Death blows dealt the fierce marauder,
For his liberty and right.
Tho' he fell beneath their thousands,
Who that covets not his fame?
Grand and glorious, brave and noble,
Henceforth shall be Jackson's name.
Sons of Freedom! can you linger,
When you hear the battle's roar,
Fondly dallying with your pleasures
When the foe is at your door?
Never, no! we fear no idlers,
"Death or Freedom's" now the cry,
Till the STARS and BARS triumphant
Spread their folds to every eye.
Soft be thy slumbers!
Rude cares depart!
Visions in numbers
Cheer thy young heart!
Dream on while bright hours
And fond hopes remain,
Blooming, like smiling flowers,
For thee, Ellen Bayne!
Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide,
Dreams of beauty round thee bide.
While I linger by thy side,
Sweet Ellen Bayne!
Dream not in anguish,
Dream not in fear,
Love shall not languish--
Fond ones are near.
Sleeping or waking,
In pleasure or pain,
Warm hearts will beat for thee,
Sweet Ellen Bayne!
Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide,
Dreams of beauty round thee bide,
While I linger by thy side,
Sweet Ellen Bayne!
Scenes that have vanished
Smile on thee now--
Pleasures, once banished,
Play round thy brow--
Forms long departed,
Greet thee again,
Soothing thy dreaming heart,
Sweet Ellen Bayne!
Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide,
Dreams of beauty round thee bide,
While I linger by thy side,
Sweet Ellen Bayne!
When I lived in Tennessee,
U-li, a li, o-la, ee,
There lived, too, sweet Rosa Lee
U-li, a li, o-la, ee.
Eyes as dark as winter night,
Lips as red as berry bright,
When first I did her wooing go,
She said, Now don't be foolish, Joe!
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee.
Happy then in Tennessee,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee,
'Neath the wild Banana tree.
My story yet is to be told,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee,
Rosa one day caught a cold,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee,
Sent for doctor, sent for nurse.
Doctor came, and she grew worse.
I tried to make her smile, but no,
She said, Now don't be foolish, Joe!
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee,
Sad was I in Tennessee,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee,
'Neath the wild Banana tree.
They gave her up, no power could save,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee.
She whispered, Follow to the grave.
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee.
I took her hand, twas cold as death,
So cold, I scarce could draw my breath,
She saw my tears in sorrow flow,
Then said, Farewell, my dearest Joe!
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee,
Rosa sleeps in Tennessee,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee,
'Neath the wild Banana tree.
Aunt Jemima, she was old,
But very kind and clever;
She had a notion of her own
That she would marry never.
She said that she would live in peace,
And she would be her master;
She made her living day by day
By selling of a plaster.
Sheepskin and beeswax
Make this awful plaster;
The more you try to take it off,
The more it sticks the faster.
She had a sister, very tall,
And if she'd kept on growing,
She might have been a giant now,
In fact there is no knowing;
All of a sudden she became
Of her own height the master,
And all because upon each foot
Jemima put a plaster.
CHORUS.--Sheepskin and beeswax, &c.
Her neighbor had a Thomas cat
That eat like any glutton;
It never caught a mouse or rat,
But stole both milk and mutton:
To keep it home she tried her best,
But never could be its master,
Until she stuck it to the floor
With Aunt Jemima's plaster.
CHORUS.--Sheepskin and beeswax, &c.
Now if you have a dog or cat,
A husband, wife, or lover,
That you would wish to keep at home,
This plaster just discover;
And if you wish to live in peace,
Avoiding all disaster,
Take my advice, and try the strength
Of Aunt Jemima's plaster;
CHORUS.--Sheepskin and beeswax
'Tis years since last we met,
And we may not meet again;
I have struggled to forget,
But the struggle was in vain,
For her voice lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will,
In the midnight, on the seas;
Her bright smile haunts me still.
'Tis first sweet dawn of light,
When I gaze upon the deep,
Her form still greets my sight,
While the stars their vigils keep;
When I close mine aching eyes,
Sweet dreams my senses fill,
And when from sleep I rise,
Her bright smile haunts me still!
I have sail'd 'neath alien skies,
I have trod the desert path,
I have seen the storm arise
Like a giant in his wrath;
Every danger I have known,
That a reckless life can fill,
Yet her presence is not flown,
Her bright smile haunts me still.
Beautiful star in heaven so bright,
Softly falls thy silvery light,
As thou movest from earth afar,
Star of the evening, beautiful star!
CHORUS.--Star of the evening, &c.
In fancy's ear thou seem'st to say,
"Follow me, come from earth away;
Upward thy spirit's pinions try,
To realms of love beyond the sky."
CHORUS.--To realms of love, &c.
Shine on, O star of love divine,
And may your soul's affections twine
Around thee, as thou mov'st afar,
Star of the twilight, beautiful star!
CHORUS.--Star of the twilight, &c.
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Third Generation Camaro Fastener Torque Specifications V8
Here is a quick chart of the torque specifications for V8 engines on 3rd generation Camaros. These torque specifications are correct for all V8 options the 5.0L L03 TBI, 5.0L LB9 TPI, and the 5.7L L98 TPI.
Just be sure to double check that you're using the correct setting on your torque wrench, its always better to double check that its ft·lb or in·lb and not the other, that way you don't break anything.
When it comes to things like Intake Manifolds and Cylinder Heads use the proper torque sequence and to do a three phase fastening. (ex. Cylinder Heads go at 68 ft·lb so do the torque sequence first with 35 ft·lb then 50 and then 68.)
|Rear Transmission Mount Bolt
|54 N·m
|40 ft·lb
|Rear Transmission Mount Nut
|47 N·m
|35 ft·lb
|Engine Mount Through Bolts
|68 N·m
|50 ft·lb
|Engine Mount Bracket Bolts
|52 N·m
|38 ft·lb
|Intake Manifold Bolts
|47 N·m
|35 ft·lb
|Exhaust Manifold Bolts/Studs
|27 N·m
|20 ft·lb
|Exhaust Manifold Bolts/Studs (Outer)
|35 N·m
|26 ft·lb
|Engine Front Cover Bolts
|11 N·m
|100 in·lb
|Camshaft Sprocket-to-Camshaft Bolt
|28 N·m
|21 ft·lb
|Cylinder Head Bolts
|92.2 N·m
|68 ft·lb
|Oil Pan-to-Block Bolts
|11 N·m
|101 in·lb
|Oil Pan-to-Block Nuts
|23 N·m
|17 ft·lb
|Oil Pump to Main Bearing Cap Bolt
|88 N·m
|65 ft·lb
|Oil Pan Attaching Bolt
|11 N·m
|101 in·lb
|Torsional Dampers to Crankshaft Bolt
|95 N·m
|70 ft·lb
|Crankshaft Pulley to Torsional Damper Bolt
|58 N·m
|43 ft·lb
|Connecting Rod Cap Nut
|60 N·m
|44 ft·lb
|Main Bearing Cap Bolt
|105 N·m
|77 ft·lb
|Flywheel-to-Crankshaft Bolts
|100 N·m
|74 ft·lb
|Rear Crankshaft Seal Retainer Bolts/Nuts
|15 N·m
|11 ft·lb
|Oil Pressure Hole Bolts
|13 N·m
|115 in·lb
|Upper Fuel Pump Cover Bolts
|34 N·m
|25 ft·lb
|Lower Fuel Pump Cover Bolts
|12 N·m
|106 in·lb
|Oil Filter Adapter Bolts
|25 N·m
|18 ft·lb
|Oil Filter
|23 N·m
|17 ft·lb
|Coolant Drain Plugs
|21 N·m
|15 ft·lb
|Valve Cover Bolts
|8.5 N·m
|75 in·lb
|Spark Plugs
|30 N·m
|22 ft·lb
|Valve Lifter Retainer Bolts
|16 N·m
|12 ft·lb
|Oil Level Indicator Tube Bracket Bolt
|34 N·m
|25 ft·lb
|Camshaft Retainer Bolts
|12 N·m
|106 in·lb
If there is a Torque Specification that isn't here and you can't find it then Contact Me and I'll look it up for you.


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Boom! Rihanna x Paul McCartney x Kanye West = wow.
The official video for Rihanna's acoustic anthem 'FourFiveSeconds' has landed, and it's a treat.
Directed by fashion photography team Inez & Vinoodh, the lo-fi video visualises the first song to be released from Rihanna's much anticipated new album.
For the occasion Rihanna is wearing Kanye-styled double denim. Her verdict on the fashion direction? 'Kanye came up with the idea of just doing some real street, denim, all-American-type look,' says Ri Ri 'Denim never goes out of style. It's classic, it's iconic, just like the f**king Beatles.' Sounds like unequivocal approval to us.
Some Kanye shirt-styling tips we have deduced: choose oversized, cinch with a belt and shrug it off a shoulder. Do try this at home.


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Destruction at the flooded and covered with ashes Chaiten town in southern Chile . Chaiten Volcano started erupting on May 2 for the first time in thousands of years, spewing ash, gas and molten rock. Experts have said it could erupt at a less volatile pace for months and even years.
Author: Christian Brown
Date created: 30 Jun 2008
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City: Chaiten
Country: Chile
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The new CBA won't be done until the players vote to reconstitute the union. After that happens, the NFL and the NFLPA must collectively bargain matters like drug testing, steroids testing, and the personal conduct policy.
As to the personal conduct policy, NFLPA spokesman George Atallah addressed on Tuesday's PFT Live the question of whether the resurrected union will allow the league to impose discipline for off-field incidents occurring during the work stoppage.
"Something tells me our members are going to tell us to deal with that pretty aggressively," Atallah said. "I'll just leave it at that."
And they should. It's wrong, in our view, to hold players responsible for things done away from work at a time when the boss won't let the players work.
Even if the league is pushing the issue merely for leverage as to other issues, it's an unreasonable position and the players should refuse to make any concessions in order to get the league to abandon this stance.This video is no longer available. Click here to watch more NBC Sports videos!


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5 Reasons Why Your Company Should Twitter
Reason #1: Immediacy
Think of the benefits of immediate access to your target audience and customers. Announce product recalls and avoid lawsuits. Answer customer questions on the spot. Engage with non-followers who mention your product, company, or competitors. Reward followers with incentives. Announce sales and links to quarterly earnings. Immediacy gives you to reach your audience now.
- Last minute push to complete a fundraiser
- Traffic updates
- Leaking info about the upcoming release of a new product
- Posting links to your latest article or press release
- Answering customer questions so quick, they feel valued as a customer.
Reason #2: Influence
Hundreds, possibly thousands, of people are asking themselves and others for recommendations on products and services. Every second of the day, someone is using Twitter to ask for recommendations. How much easier can it get to build your customer base? Be there to answer their questions and make a winning first impression.
Example Questions Being Twittered Right Now:
- "What's the best joint pain reliever medicine?"
- " What's the best place to grab a drink around pike place market?"
- "What's the best book you've most recently read?"
- "What's the best airline website you've ever used?"
- "What's the best mobile broadband in Ingerland?"
- " What's the best Twitter app for the iPhone right now?"
- "What's the best ad service for a blog do you reckon? Or is adsense still great?"
- "What's the software product that can best be described as "Powerpoint on Steriods"? Not web based software"
As you can see, anything goes. People just want information. They want recommendations. Someone who has used the product or service can offer their experience. Think about that. There are some creative solutions and approaches there.
Reason #3: Reputation
In the 21st Century, you don't have days to respond to a negative story about your company. You may not even have hours. Twitter provides an immediacy of information unprecedented in the history of the world.
Example: While in Dallas a few weeks back, I heard about the earthquake in the San Francisco Bay Area thirty minutes before most people right next door in Los Angeles. Geographic proximity as an influencing factor is now irrelevant to the equation of immediacy. As long as someone twitters it somewhere in the world, you can catch the latest news within seconds.
The downside to this immediacy is the lighting fast spread of negative news. Rumors of bankruptcy, scandal, or defective products hit the wire and thousands of people are sharing the news with their friends before you've ever heard a word. If it's newsworthy, it's going to be twittered. If you're not monitoring Twitter and presenting your company's face and position to the world there, your company is vulnerable to viral attack.
Reason #4: Exposure
While there are no guarantees that someone you follow on Twitter will reciprocate and follow you back, following a person or organization is like a notification of existence. It says, "Here I am! Check me out and see if I'm worth following back." Each user is typically notified via email of each new follower, thus giving them an opportunity to review new followers and possibly reciprocate the follow.
By searching Twitter for users within a specific geographic area or by the topics of their conversations, any organization can cherry-pick their friends based on common goals or interests. This is the easiest method of increasing exposure I've ever heard of.
Reason #5: Traffic
Your company has a website. And you want people to visit it, if not purchase something or contact you through it. With Twitter, you can increase traffic to your site simply by engaging others.
Methods for Increasing Traffic:
- Answer other people's questions
- Poll for opinions
- Post links to your newest articles
- Announce sales
- Recommend other Twitter users to your audience, thereby engendering appreciation


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The company's managing director Md Gyasuddin said Hitech would "source low-cost LTE chips from Taiwanese 4G chipset supplier MediaTek, which would enable it to price the 4G phones in the Rs 4,000 to 10,000 range".
Gyasuddin said the company would shortly "approach 4G operators such Bharti Airtel, Vodafone India and Reliance Jio Infocomm to locally supply cheap 4G handsets in bulk based on operator specifications" from its Kolkata unit.
The local handset vendor recently started assembling plain vanilla feature phones and Android 3G devices at its production facility through its existing technology pact with Chinese OEM, Shenzhen Yiheyuan Tech.
The company has also inducted actor Arjun Kapoor as brand ambassador for its entire line of smartphones, feature phones and mobile accessories. The 3G and 4G smartphones will be imported from its Chinese technology partner in semiknocked down condition.


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ELEPHANT TOURS, officers, directors, affiliates, collaborators, agents, associates, drivers, and all assistants and helpers to this Trip act only as agents and guides for the travelers and assume no liability for any injury, damage, loss, accident, loss detention, annoyance, delays and expenses arising from the same, irregularity which may be occasioned either by reason of defect in any vehicle or through acts of default of any company or persons engaged in conveying the passengers or in carrying out the arrangements of the Trip. ELEPHANT TOURS and its officers, directors, affiliates, collaborators, agents, employees and assistants accept no responsibility for losses or additional expenses due to delay or changes in flights, trains or other services, sickness, weather, government and other civil authorities; restrictions and regulations, civil disturbances, strikes, war, quarantine, discontinuances to arrive or change in transit or hotel service, uncontrollable events, forces of nature, illness, criminal or terrorist activities of any kind, and or all other
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I have fully read and understood the Trip Terms & Conditions, as well as the Trip Registration Form & Agreement relating to this Trip. I understand the Cancellation & Refund Policy, as well as the deadlines for payment and for cancellation submission. I hereby warrant being aware of what is included and what is not included in this Trip. I acknowledge that ELEPHANT TOURS or its officers, directors, affiliates, collaborators, agents or employees are not responsible for any accidents, food poisoning, allergy-related health problems, or any other harm or injury that I may experience which may occur during or following the trip. I am responsible for any expenses that relate to my food allergies or particular dietary needs (i.e. vegetarian, vegan, diabetic, glucose-intolerant, hypoglycemic, etc.), which keep me from eating what is presented during the included meals. With this agreement I release ELEPHANT TOURS and all its officers, directors, affiliates, collaborators, agents or employees from ANY legal liability for any unexpected occurrence that may take place arriving to and/or on the Trip, and/or after the Trip is over. I understand that ELEPHANT TOURS assumes no liability for any lost or stolen items, injury or death for any reason (including but not limited to car or any other transportation related accident), terrorism, any injury or illness related to food intake or poisonings, or other medical problems. I understand traveler's insurance; personal medications and all medical needs are my responsibility and not that of ELEPHANT TOURS. I understand that ELEPHANT TOURS can make no refunds due to missed days, activities, or hotel accommodation because of weather conditions, as well as strikes an/or other unexpected occurrences during the trip. Furthermore, I understand if I elect to forego any meal and/or activity for any reason, no refund for the meal and/or activity will be made. I am responsible for any medical expenses incurred in the event I become injured or ill during the Trip.
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Scholarships Available to Nursing Students
2017 Nursing Scholarship Application
The Board of Trustees of the Visiting Nurse Association (VNA) of Somerset Hills is now accepting applicants for its 2017 Nursing Scholarships. A $1000 scholarship will be awarded to two qualified Morris or Somerset County students planning to pursue a baccalaureate degree in nursing (BSN). Each year since 1991, the VNA has awarded college scholarships to students from Morris or Somerset County planning to enter the nursing profession. The scholarships are financed by proceeds from the VNA's bi-annual Rummage Sale and other fundraising efforts.
"We encourage all members of the community considering the nursing profession to apply, including graduating high school students and those adults entering the health care field during a career change. As a community-focused organization, the VNA is pleased to support the education of men and women considering a rewarding future dedicated to caring and making a difference in the lives of others," said Daniel Powell, VNA of Somerset Hills President & CEO.
Scholarship applications are available from the VNA of Somerset Hills' website at www.visitingnurse.org or by calling (908) 766-0180 X 127. Applications must be received by April 14, 2017 and will be reviewed by the Scholarship Committee of the VNA of Somerset Hills Board of Trustees.


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Now Showing on Channel 12 and 112
About Enid Television Network
The Enid Television Network's (ETN) primary goal is to make Government, Education, and Entertainment Programming more accessible to the citizens of Enid and the public in general. Our three broadcast channels will provide a broad range of government, educational and entertainment programming on a daily basis.
Channels We Operate
CHANNEL 11 & 111 – Our entertainment channel. Here you can find all the community programming created by local (and sometimes national) producers. You'll also find our regular programming, such as Community Talk and Senior Life Excercises. This is where you can see your message or outreach efforts broadcast.
CHANNEL 12 & 112 – Government news.
CHANNEL 19 –Enid Public Schools educational programming


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HIV+ alien & further information
- 11 March 2014
- By Hiv Vereniging Nederland
Do you have questions about the Dutch laws relating to aliens or about legal support?
You can get information (in Dutch) from Het Juridisch Loket via www.hetjl.nl - click on Vreemdelingen.
Does your HIV nurse / social worker have questions about the right of residence or accommodation possibilities or need information about the situation in specific countries?
He or she can contact the Lampion helpdesk: www.lampion.info. The staff are available by telephone on weekdays from 9 am until 1 pm at (030) 234-9855.
Would you like a list of organisations that provide or help you find (emergency) accommodation?
A list can be obtained from Stichting Landelijke Ongedocumenteerden Steunpunt (LOS) via www.stichtinglos.nl.
Do you still have questions?
You can get in touch with the the Servicepunt of Hiv Vereniging Nederland. The staff are available by telephone on monday, tuesday, thursday from 2 pm until 10 pm at (020) 689-2577.
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The University of Dundee in Scotland recently launched the world's first mainstream postgraduate degree course (an MLitt) in Comic Studies. In this weekly column, I cover the course from a student's perspective, looking at and discussing what the term "Comic Studies" really entails.
If you think "Red Hood and the Outlaws" is controversial, spare a thought for those of us studying Robert Crumb! Infamous for his frequently violent and degrading portrayal of women, including scenes of rape and pedophilia, Crumb has attracted more media attention over the years than poor Starfire could dream of.
It's perhaps no surprise that I've tended to avoid Crumb's work in the past, but this week I found myself reading as much as I could get my hands on for our class' topic, "Comics and Gender." The titles for study were "The R. Crumb Handbook," Crumb's autobiography which is written around comics from his career, and "Need More Love," the autobiography of Aline Kominsky Crumb, wife of R. Crumb and a comics artist in her own right.
I actually felt quite a lot of pressure this week to get all my opinions in order. "Whatever would the feminist make of R. Crumb?" is what I suspected my fellow classmates might have been thinking, though that owes more to my paranoia than anything else!
Despite the common belief that comics is a boys' field, there are two other women on my course, and everyone is very open to listening to other opinions. The lecturer (and course organizer) Dr Chris Murray has also written much on the topic of women in comics, so this is far from an unwelcoming environment! I wasn't alone in my trepidation about having to read Crumb, at least, but I was determined to fight hard to try and see both sides of the man and bring a balanced opinion to the table.
Crumb is perhaps one of the greatest living comic book artists, effortlessly moving between realism and surrealism, the sweet and horrific; his satirical eye is sharp and his political pen has real bite. "The R. Crumb Handbook" explains how Crumb was essentially the godfather to the underground comix movement in the late 60s and 70s, as part of that whole counter-culture generation. He was by no means a hippie, though, his art far more aggressive and cynical than many of his contemporaries, and a lot of his early work focused on his obsessions: sex, rejection and inadequacy.
"The R. Crumb Handbook" is an interesting slice of autobiography; rather than being illustrated at the time of writing, the writing is done around pieces of art that were created in the time period being remembered. It's an easy read, and highly recommended for anyone interested in comics history as a whole. It also encouraged me to watch "Crumb," the 1994 documentary film by Terry Zwigoff (which I also highly recommend) in order to learn more about this quite complex creator.
But for all the clever work Crumb has done, from the satirical, to the poignant or psychedelic, that is far from what he is most famous for. Giving in to his "dark side," as he calls it, his drawings became increasingly violent, sexual and degrading to women. Crumb has provoked the ire of feminist and women through the decades, not least from Trina Robbins, the godmother of underground comix.
The skeleton of Crumb's work is satirical, biting satire fueled by his misanthropy and aimed at the heart of America. Unlike a lot of other satire, particularly political satire, Crumb often skips the punchline and lets his art do the talking. In some cases, such as the infamous "When the N*ggers Take Over America," this is often read without any satirical intent. He takes a racist belief and inflates it to such preposterous ends that the satire should be obvious, but because many people genuinely believe in those should-be preposterous ends, the satire is lost. The question, then, is whether intent really excuses the racist imagery that Crumb frequently uses. It may explain it, but do stereotyped portrayals really need to be further circulated by a white person?
Much of Crumb's work is seen as women-hating, and unpacking this particular issue is problematic at best. Crumb is satirizing the rampant misogyny in our society, but he's also a self-confessed misogynist. Part of this is perhaps due to his overall misanthropy, but it would be wrong to suggest that Crumb does not possess a hatred of the opposite sex as he has repeatedly stated bluntly that he does hate women. It is also difficult to explain away the more violent and sexually aggressive art as any type of satire of a sexist society when Crumb openly confesses to being sexually excited by his work, even masturbating over it -- don't blame me if you're now picturing that in your head!
Crumb is, however, sympathetic to the idea of feminism, and has drawn feminist comic strips in the past. Unfortunately, those strips all end with somewhat of a cop out. For example, the radical feminist deciding to settle down once she popped a baby out in "Lenore Goldberg and her Girl Commandos." This was just a couple of years after the new ass-kicking Batgirl had been introduced to the world, a female character who didn't let men boss her around!
For all the gross exaggerations and degradation Crumb inflicts upon all humanity throughout his strips, it is always the women who are shown as being sexually available, aroused and frequently abused. Crumb may be attempting to open society's eyes to the way in which it perceives women (again, while he simultaneously masturbates over his work), but at the same time, he doesn't seem to be actively stating that the popular view is wrong. Later in life, Crumb stated that he had never been proud of the darker elements of his work, and credits his wife, Aline Kominsky Crumb, with helping him overcome his hatred towards women.
The view at the time within mainstream feminism was strongly anti-pornographic, which meant Crumb was never going to be their best pal, but I don't think the excuse of satire really works for all of his strips. Crumb's own sexual enjoyment of his work speaks to less altruistic motives: it's difficult to satirize misogyny when you clearly enjoy it. His work is pornographic, and like the Tijuana bibles of years before, used racist and sexist stereotypes throughout.
R. Crumb drew out his fantasies, but satirical intent aside, can he really be held to blame for the popularity of his pornographic work? While usually far less overt, women characters in comics are still often portrayed with butts poking towards the reader and heaving bosoms spilling out of tight clothing designed to titillate rather than tell a story, though in the mainstream, the female characters are generally now expected to be repressed or risk being labelled a slut without much room for subtle nuances.
I really do enjoy Crumb's non-pornographic work and he is a brilliant artist and commentator on the mass media culture that we live in. It's a real shame that his constant sexualization of women, along with his racist stereotyping, whether satirical or not, makes me too uncomfortable to enjoy reading his work as a whole; even "The Sweeter Side of R. Crumb" has a woman directing her bottom at the reader and sending love hearts his way. But what makes me a whole lot more uncomfortable is the ongoing popularity of his work, particularly when contemporary mainstream comics seem to still enjoy that hyper-sexualized approach to women characters.
Fortunately, no one in the class seemed to be a die hard Crumb supporter. Or do I mean sadly? I was all ready for a fight!
On to Aline Kominsky Crumb and "Need More Love." Ah, but how can Crumb be a misogynist if he has a wife?! Well, easily actually -- lots of people manage it! But I think it's unfair to discuss Kominsky in the context of her being Crumb's significant other; she is, after all, rather important to comics history in her own right.
Inspired by "Binky Brown Meets the Holy Virgin Mary" by Justin Green (if you haven't read this -- do it now!), the pioneer of autobiographical comics, Kominsky created a huge number of strips about her own life and experiences. Her artwork can be a little difficult to get in to at first, as it doesn't have the same polished feel as some of the other artists we've covered in the course. Rather, Kominsky's art has a sort of DIY feel to it, and people tend to either love it or hate it. I really enjoyed "Need More Love" up to a certain point, where it began to feel a little cyclical and frustrating. I also felt that for an autobiography, I didn't actually come away knowing terribly much about the creator, though she certainly features very heavily in her comics (even for autobiography!).
What I found most interesting about Kominsky is her own self-portrayal as an almost monstrously unattractive woman, when the photos in "Need More Love" clearly reveal that she is anything but. Some classmates suggested that this was somewhat of a ploy, to get people to assume she is ugly before surprising them with her stunning looks. I don't actually think that is the case at all, and many of the early strips certainly show just how and why Kominsky might have such low self esteem, seeing herself and her body differently from those around her. Harsh words from parents, even if made in jest, can give long lasting wounds, and Kominsky would be far from the only person to look in the mirror and see something completely different from loved ones and strangers.
It's difficult not to warm to Kominsky as her strips are so brutally honest, but I did find it strange that her written autobiographical pieces are quite impersonal by comparison. By contrast ,"The R. Crumb Handbook" is a veritable goldmine of information about her husband and his upbringing. And speaking of Crumb, I should mention that the strips he co-authors with Kominsky, "Dirty Laundry," are some of my favorites of either artist. Initially not intended for publication, these really do show the other side to Crumb, and it's telling that many readers assumed he drew the whole thing -- despite the very different art styles!
Kominsky is Jewish, which is a huge part of her identity, and of course a huge part of comics history! Without Jewish writers and artists, there would be no Superman, no Batman, no Spider-Man -- the list is long indeed. Kominsky portrays herself in a stereotypically Jewish way, and she has in fact been labelled "sexist and anti-Semitic" in the past. The difference between her work and Crumb's is great however: Kominsky is portraying herself, as a Jewish woman, rather than portraying others.
Kominsky constantly questions her identity, comparing herself with other non-Jewish women and, most prominently in "Need More Love," with Peggy Lipton, a slim, pretty, blonde and lovely Jewish classmate. This sense of "otherness" is perhaps why many readers find they can strongly identify with her work once they get in to it, despite the so-called amateurish style (though actually, her expressive style works particularly well with some strips, such as "Yusef the Hairsucker" -- check it out!).
Kominsky and Crumb, both controversial albeit for quite different reasons, and both genuinely fascinating artists. Wherever your opinion on the two may lie, there's no denying they are great fun to study!
Next week: Comics and Trauma with David B's "Epileptic" and David Small's "Stitches."
Laura Sneddon is a freelance comics journalist in the UK, writing for mainstream press and websites alike. You can follow her on Twitter and read most of her work at www.comicbookgrrrl.com. In her working hours she sells comics to an unsuspecting public and formulates her plan to become an evil professor of comics.


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Raving Fans - Baker Motors
Posted by Scott Campbell on Friday, February 2nd, 2018 at 12:53pm.
I find myself this morning sitting in the waiting room at a car dealer. Just the thought of visiting a car dealer brings a high level of dread. Images of sales guys standing in the parking lot smoking the boredom away, dirty service areas, dirty bathrooms and worn out service guys who are under orders to get sales up in the service department. I would normally ask my wife to take it in, but this is going to be a Baker Motors experience.
Having run companies, large marketing divisions and now Prestige Real Estate Group, I am always amazed when I experience a consumer business that truly has a passionate culture of putting the customer first. It is not easy. It takes leadership from the top with a serious commitment to serving the public. I want to take my hat off to Tommy Baker and his team.
As you drive up the busy road to Baker Infiniti you pass Baker Chevrolet, Baker Mercedes, Baker Commercial Vehicles, Baker Maserati, Baker Porsche, Baker Jaguar and so on. You get the idea.
Monday, I called and made an appointment with a very nice lady who also offered me a Baker loaner car. Last night I received an email and text reminding me of my appointment. This morning I received another gentle reminder. Good thing I need reminders.
I arrive for my 50,000-mile checkup required to keep the warranty people happy. I figure this bill will be a whopper. I am ready to control expectations. I step out of my vehicle in a spotless receiving area. The service adviser walks up with a smile and says hello Mr. Campbell. Amazingly I remember his name, Craig. I remember Craig because he has been outstanding in previous visits - he even gave me his cell number. We sit in his office and I tell him "I need my 50,000 mile check up, but I plan to sell the car soon so let's not go crazy" (I figure I am negotiating smartly and keeping him under control). He tells me it shouldn't be too bad. I make a mistake and mention "please have them check the brakes." I ask how long do breaks last on this vehicle. Craig responds 45,000 - 60,000 miles. A bead of sweat breaks out on my forehead. Craig announces, "this should take no more than an hour, do you want to wait for the car?" I shockingly agreed to do that.
I stopped by the desk where I had the Baker Motors loaner car waiting and advised the staff that I have decided to wait for my car. She said "no problem at all. Have a great day." As I helped myself to a coffee and pastry several Baker people smiled and said good morning (remember this is a car dealer).
The waiting room is so comfortable that there is no feeling of worrying about how soon they can get this done. Soon Craig popped in to give me an update. He reviewed a long check list of everything they looked at. (Oh, the pain that was surely coming) Shockingly he said my brakes have 75% still on them. All you need is a rear windshield wiper and an air filter. Within an hour Craig was back and my car was done. I was very happy to pay my very reasonable bill at the cashier and, of course, she was delightful. As I jumped in my car, I noticed it had been washed and was cleaner than my normal car wash does it. I left with a huge smile on my face...from a car dealer remember.
On a serious note, these guys do it right
- Great communication before, during and after the appointment.
- Beautiful, sparking clean facilities including the bathrooms
- Good coffee. Very rare indeed at any business.
- Very comfortable waiting rooms
- Well trained technicians who are no doubt doing a great job.
- An attitude that makes you want to come back over and over. (Hum, maybe I need a Porchse.)
This was a Disney World experience and has been every time I have visited the service department. As I said running a company with this culture isn't easy. Tommy Baker has a passion for his customers and every employee embraces that culture. The bottom line is I wouldn't even consider a purchasing a brand of vehicle that didn't come from a Baker Motor Company Dealership. They have made me, and I am sure many others A RAVING FAN.
We strive to be a Tommy Baker experience at Prestige Real Estate Group. It isn't easy with everyone's needs and wants, but great companies get it and the payoff is RAVING FANS.
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Many people associate New Year's Eve with the relentless pressure from all sides to enjoy yourself, but for me, that uncomfortable brand of enforced joviality hits hardest of all at Christmas time. Unlike most religious celebrations like Eid, Hanukkah or Passover, Christmas has become a ubiquitous celebration that transcends faith and has become virtually inescapable with people from all denominations (and even none at all) embracing the holiday to at least some extent. Many Jewish people, for example, give presents on Christmas day without celebrating Christmas proper.
Religion aside, Christmas can be a difficult time for a lot of people. For a variety of reasons, there are some people who just dislike Christmas. Since everything from big box stores to supermarkets start stocking up with festive accoutrements as early as late August, many people begin to experience feelings of dread. If you're reading this and think, "This sounds like me.", then you can breathe a sigh of relief because there are ways to find something special in this contentious time, even if you hate Christmas.
Who could possibly hate Christmas?
Quite a lot of people, believe it or not. Christmas can be a source of anxiety and depression for a large range of people. Parents who wring their hands at their children's long and expensive Christmas lists, people who've had traumatic experiences around that time, people who have depression, are feeling down, anxious and stressed or, of course, people who will be spending the day alone without family and friends that make it such a special day. It can be a wonderful time, but it can also put pressure on people to spend money they don't have and celebrate when they don't really feel like they have much to celebrate.
Nonetheless, even if you don't have the highest regard for the festive season, there are still plenty of ways to enjoy it...
Be open and honest with your loved ones
There's nothing more counterproductive than keeping your feelings bottled up inside. If you don't tell your family about any anxiety you may be experiencing around the Christmas period, don't be surprised if they try a little too hard to get you into the swing of things - and that may make you feel worse. If you tell your family how you feel in advance, then they'll be better prepared and give you space and/or someone to lean on depending on what you need.
Participate as much or as little as you like
If you want a clean break from Christmas, go right ahead. Although, if this is what you'd rather do, it's a good idea to give yourself at least something to look forward to (more on that later). If you want to escape altogether, though, be sure to tell someone where you'll be so your friends and family don't worry about your absence. If you'd just like to give gifts for a handful of people then go right ahead. If you're feeling anxious about what to buy whom, you're lucky enough to live in the digital age.
Searching for Christmas gifts ideas 2017 can help you find something for just about anyone. And don't sweat it if someone buys you a gift and you don't reciprocate. People genuinely do give for the sake of giving, not because they expect something in return.
Give yourself something to enjoy
Whether you choose to participate or not, it's important to have something to look forward to. Take a little break away for a few days or simply line up your favorite movies, grab some snacks and hunker down under some covers and relax. Even if you want to get yourself just a little something from you to you, you owe it to yourself to share the enjoyment of the festive period.
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partnered, compensated post. The copy, content, images & opinions are not my own.


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Design a career doing what you love
OCAD University is Canada's biggest art and design university. We're a world-famous hub for art, design, digital media, research, innovation and creativity. At OCAD U, we can help you explore your creativity and turn what you love to do into a career.
We're located in downtown Toronto, close to convenient transit, next to the Art Gallery of Ontario and surrounded by safe, walkable neighbourhoods. From small class sizes to technical support in our shops and studios, you will be more than a number at OCAD U.
Indigenous students find their "home away from home" at our Indigenous Students Centre, which offers events, advising, counselling and resources that engage and build community. The Indigenous Visual Culture (INVC) Student Centre provides a welcoming and learning environment featuring a wide range of specialized services to support the academic, cultural, social and emotional well-being of Indigenous students at OCAD U.
At the centre, students can meet, study or relax between classes. The centre hosts weekly events, guest lectures, workshops, visiting artists, field trips and extracurricular activities connected to Indigenous visual arts and culture.
More than nine out of ten OCAD U alumni are employed, and almost the same number have been their own boss. Our grads work in everything from community development and advertising to photography, illustration and industrial design.
OCAD U has more than 4,500 students and 17 undergraduate programs. Field placement and internship opportunities are available in almost every program.
OCAD U professors and grads are the country's best artists, designers, makers and cultural thinkers. We inspire innovation and generate jobs, entrepreneurship and economic impact.
The world needs the talent of people like you — you belong here! Come visit us and see for yourself how you can design a career doing what you love.


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The Castlebar Youth Information Centre, aka The Kipp, is closing. Please sign the petition at http://www.change.org/petitions/save-the-kipp# to try and stop this.
The Castlebar Youth Information Centre is a vital resource for young people in County Mayo. It is one of the few outlets teenagers, especially younger teenagers have; an alcohol-free, informal, non-religious social space where they can meet and hang out with their friends, and also receive valuable information.
The Kipp is to close after Christmas 2011, and this will also result in job losses for the two staff of the centre.
We believe that the Kipp is a vital resource for young people, who without it will have little or no safe social spaces. We call on the government to provide the funding to prevent the closure of the Kipp.
As a person who attened The Kipp for the biggest part of my teenage years I do not want it to close. Some of my best friends are people I have met at The Kipp. I play in a band, Struck. If it was not for The Kipp I would not be in this band and touring the country. The Kipp provided me a place to go in town, when I could have easily gone out binge drinking like a lot of teenagers. Castlebar needs The Kipp. Teenagers need a safe enviroment to socialise and make friends. This will be A MASSIVE loss for Castlebar. PLEASE support ans sign the petition.


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Macquarie, SingTel & Southern Cross Back Brandscreen
Macquarie Capital, Southern Cross Venture Partners and Singapore Telecommunications Ltd. subsidiary SingTel Innov8 have injected more than 11 million Australian dollars (US$11.2 million) into Australian technology pioneer Brandscreen's Series B round.
The Sydney-based company already reaches 84% of the online community in the Asia Pacific region, and processes 200,000 individual advertisements a second via its real-time media trading offerings.
Brandscreen provides the infrastructure, intelligence and applications which allow media to be traded in a fully automated end-to-end stream, a service which can be compared to an online share-trading platform.