VOL. 16 NUMBER 107
Saturday morning, January 30, 1864

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"The following fine poem was written by Rev. J. F. YATES, Pastor of the M.E. Church in this city, on the occasion of the reception of the Jo Daviess Guards, on Thursday evening. Mr. YATES, who is too modest by half, consents to it publication with reluctance.)

"All hail! our gallant volunteers,
Returning from the wars;
We crowd around to press your hands,
And count your glorious scars.

For you are met the brave and fair,
For you this board is spread.
For you our hearts are throbbing thanks,
For you and- for your dead.

Welcome again to hearts and homes,
To loves too deep for words.
"Stack Arms", awhile, unguard your mail,
Put up your battered swords.

The foe is far - no long- roll peal,
Shall mar this festive night;
No morning reveille shall beat
To summon you to fight.

Call in the scouts-the pickets call,
Our outposts want no wards,
You chased the traitor from our doors,
Then rest, Jo Daviess Guards.

We meet to call to mind again
The ring of those alarms
When traitors struck at Freedom's life,
And you sprang up to arms.

For when East, West and all the North,
Poured forth her bravest boys,
The longest lines of marching men
Marched out from Illinois.

We come to tender you again
Jo Daviess' heartfelt thanks,
That, in the hour of need, her sons
Went in the foremost ranks.

Went down to Springfield, Caseyville,
Thence where the Ohio pours
Her stream in the "father" flood
You held the threatened shores.
Three months, the Nation said, stand forth
Your answer was- three months
Three months, at Cairo came the call--
Three years! was your response!

And, lest three years be not enough,
You gave your soldier words,
Three years again!--aye, that's the stuff
That makes Jo Daviess Guards!
A thousand hearts marched marched up with you
Against Fort Henry's thunder;
In visions we have witnessed oft
Fort Donelson's surrender.

Three days the wintry tempest raved,
Three days the iron hailed--
There first the country's heart took cheer;
There first rebellion quailed.

Three days you humbled Southern pride,
Scathed treason in his lurks.
And on the fourth their banner fell,
You "marching on their works!"
Then high uprose the dear old flag,
Down came the thing of bars--
'Twas there our CHETLAIN earned his spurs,
Our GRANT his double-stars.

We know who fought on Shiloh's field,
Who nobly fought - who fell--
Thou you no braver strove that day,
None better--few so well.
And for those days of Corinth's strife,
What shall be your rewards?
Name but the boon--whate'er you will,
'Tis yours--Jo Daviess Guards!

You've routed all the dogs of war,
Base dogs of every kind,
The vile curs baying on your front,
The viler curs behind.

Then welcome, welcome thrice we cry,
To peaceful homes and bowers;
For in the time of sorest need
Your breasts defended ours.

Aye, hang the wall with stripes and stars,
Awake the trump and drum;
Let love and beauty throng around
Our conquering heroes come!

But sh! we miss from you to-night
Full many a gallant crest;
We sent you out a hundred strong,
Where have you left the rest?
We know how honor thinned your ranks,
How some came wounded back
Disease mayhap has stricken more
Has death been on your track?

The rolls of fame for patriot men
Your leader's name record
Honor to General CHETELAIN,
The first Jo Daviess Guard!

Have left your ranks for higher place,
And left the path for you!

Honor the wounded, sick, released,
And LANGDON--for his single arm
I'd give him both of mine!

But where are KRAMER and McDADE?
EHMAN and DAILY, come they soon!
Or come they back no more?

A dirge for those who by your side,
Fell in the battle van--
God said "Enough," and we "Amen!"
They did enough for man!

Sleep, Soldiers! Sleep where Cumberland
and Tennessee o'erflow
Sleep underneath the crimson sod
Of Corinth and Shiloh.
Bring songs of triumph for the brave,
Bring tears for those who bled.
Weave laurels for the living Guards,
Weave cypress for the dead.
The morning breaks--the night is past,
The war-cloud rolleth by;
Our fathers' God fights for the right.
And clears our country's sky.

God bless our patriot President,
Good bless our nation's wards,
God speed the troops on land and sea;
God speed Jo Daviess Guards!


"Company F of the 12th Illinois regiment, which was raised in this city, having served in the army for nearly three years, and having re-enlisted for another three years, arrived home last Thursday evening on a visit to their friends. They were met at the depot by the Home Guards and a large concourse of citizens who had marched there with torch lights to receive them and escort them to the DeSoto House. On arrival of the cars HOPPE's and SHREINER's Bands which had volunteered their services, struck up a lively air and cheer after cheer was given, by the large assembly, for the nobel boys of Company F. They were escorted to the Dining room of the DeSoto House, according to program, where they were met by several hundred of their old friends, both male and female. Our readers can perhaps, form some idea of what a happy meeting these war worn veterans, of a three year's campaign, had with their fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters. As soon as the exchange of greetings was over, a prayer was offered by the Rev. Mr. STRONG, and the soldiers were welcomed home in a neat speech from the Rev. Mr. BLINN, after which the whole party, of some four hundred, sat down to an excellent supper gotten up in honor of the brave guests of the occasion.

W.W. HUNTINGTON, Esq., presided at the table. After supper the Rev. Mr. YATES read a poem of welcome to the Guards, which was received with marked approbation. (We published the poem on our second page.)

L. S. FELT, Esq., read the following toasts the responses to which were eloquent and to the point:


1st. THE UNION--Born amidst the tempest of '76, it's blood baptism of '61 secures forevermore the liberties designed by its founders. Responded to by Judge SHELDON

2d. THE CONSTITUTION--The noblest organic law ever framed by man. Let no innovations be made upon its spirit. But, if necessary, let it receive such verbal amendments as will defeat the traitors who would destroy it.

Response by R. H. McCLELLAN, Esq.


Response by the Rev. Mr. STRONG

4th. THE JO DAVIESS GUARDS---The first company formed in the State of Illinois, north of the Illinois River and west of Chicago--distinguished for its bravery, and unsurpassed for its perfection in drill and discipline. Its name is emblazoned in letters of gold on the records of Donelson, Shiloh and Corinth.

Response by William CARY. Music by HOPPE's Band.


Responded to by Judge MARVIN

6th. OUR DISTINGUISHED TOWNSMAN. Brig. Gen. A. L. CHETLAIN--The first man enlisted in Northern Illinois. The star he has so well earned will never be tarnished, save by the smoke of battle.

Response by Gen. CHETLAIN.

7th. COL. WALLACE CAMPBELL--Our dashing young hero of the 12th. All honor to the gallant young Colonel. The Colonel said that speaking was not his forte and called upon E. A. SMALL, Esq., to respond for him.

8th. THE PATRIOTIC CLERGY--The moral lever that moves the world. Rev. Mr. BLINN, before responding to this toast offered the following sentiment: In beautiful women and brave men Galena is not surpassed by any city of her size in America.

9th. THE VIRTUOUS SOLDIER--Truest Patriot and best defender of his country.

Response by Rev. Mr. ROBERTS


Response by E. A. SMALL

11th MAJ. GEN. U. S. GRANT--The hero of the War. Let Galena honor the man who honors her.

12th HON. E. B. WASHBURN--Our able, fearless and patriotic member of Congress.

13th OUR PATRIOTIC DEAD--Their names are our Country's treasures forever.

It was regretted that the lateness of the hour made it necessary to omit the response to the last three toasts. The occasion was one of much interest and this happy meeting and greeting will long be remembered by those who participated. HOPPE's and SCHREINER's Band have the sincere thanks of the party for the sweet music which they gratuitously discoursed on the occasion."

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"In our yesterday's paper we spoke of Sheriff HOPKINS. It should have read Sheriff HAWKINS."


"Mrs. S. C. HARRIS, of this city, will deliver a lecture in the Congregational Church, next Tuesday evening. Subject---"Origin of the rebellion." The proceeds of the lecture will be used for the benefit of the Congregational Sunday School. Admission 25 cents."


"Last night, about 11 o'clock, as Mr. John SIMPSON, of SIMPSON's Addition, was on his way home from the business part of the city, when within about forty rods of his father's residence, he was overtaken by a stranger, who approached and commenced a conversation. A few words passed, when without warning, the stranger drew up his fist and aimed at blow at Mr. SIMPSON's head. The latter dodged the blow, to as to avoid its full force, when immediately the stranger drew a knife, and made a thrust at him, striking him in the right side. The knife cut through his clothing, making a gash about six inches long, and reached so as to make a slight wound in the skin. Mr. SIMPSON ran for the fence, tore off a piece of board, still followed by the stranger with the knife. Mr. SIMPSON turned and aimed a blow at the head of his assailant, which leveled him to the earth. Mr. S. left him there and went to the house of his father, after which both returned to where the stranger had been left, upon the ground, but he had recovered and gone.----Dubuque Times"