e of the city,
To the central public building,
In the middle of the city.
Then they honored him with feasting,
Served him well with cheering viands,
And they clad his martial figure
In a military outfit.
Golden crests upon the shoulders,
Gilded buttons down the vestings,
Brand-new hat and boots all shining,
Spotless coat and handsome trappings,--
These they gave the fallen hero,
Gave the helpless, conquered Colonel.
And upon a dashing charger,
On a fine dun horse of Proctor's,
He was given back his freedom,
He was sent to the encampment,
Near the river-bridge of Lincoln;
Was _exchanged for all the captives_
That the Guards had left in durance.
But he gave the man that took him,
Then and there, a martial title,
"For I cannot brook surrender
To a lower rank than Colonel."
So he called him Colonel Dunlap,
Called the stranger from Lafayette,
Called the foster-son of Garrard.
Colonel Dunlap, comes the title,
From that day unto the present;
In the private social circle,
In the halls of Legislature,
In the higher halls of Congress,
At the bar and at the fireside,
Comes the title to the present.

Thus was ended the great "Battle
Of the Bridge" across Dix River,
Where the corps of jolly Guardsmen
Captured Stein, the burly Colonel
Of the brave Cornstalk Militia,
Of the dainty Regimentals,
On the fair October midnight,
Eighteen hundred eight and thirty.[3]

[3]W. S. Miller, Jr., was made Captain of the "Mulligan Guards," a
company of Militia, in 1874.

CANTO VIII.
1838-1847.
MEXICAN WAR.

Still the moons are waxing, waning,
O'er the city of Lancaster;
Still the ever-moving cycle
Bears her swiftly on its pinions.
'Twas the year of eighteen hundred
One and forty when the Christians
Of the sect called Presbyterian,
Built themselves a house of worship,
Built themselves a sanctuary,
On the street that leads to southward,
From the entrance to the city.
Thus was made the first partition,
From the venerable mother,
From the church within the suburbs,
Called Republican and holy,
Where the sects were wont to gather,
In the willing, weekly worship.
And the pastors and the preachers,
Served the flock in health and sickness,
Served the flock in death and marriage,
Served them well in h