remembered by the veterans, and are sung at
reunions and camp-fires.

We give one of these songs and its original music here. It has the
spirit of the time and the events, and every note is a pulse-beat:

_We are Marching on to Richmond._

WORDS AND MUSIC BY E. W. LOCKE.

Published by the permission of the Composer.

1. Our knapsacks sling and blithely sing, We're marching on to
2. Our foes are near, their drums we hear, They're camped a-bout in

Rich-mond; With weap-ons bright, and hearts so light, We're
Rich-mond; With pick-ets out, to tell the route Our

march-ing on to Rich-mond; Each wea-ry mile with
Ar-my takes to Rich-mond; We've craft-y foes to

song be-guile, We're marching on to Richmond; The roads are
meet our blows, No doubt they'll fight for Richmond; The brave may

rough, but smooth e-nough To take us safe to Richmond.
die, but nev-er fly, We'll cut our way to Richmond.

CHORUS.

Then tramp a-way while the bu-gles play, We're
march-ing on to Rich-mond; Our flag shall gleam in the
morn-ing beam, From man-y a spire in Rich-mond.

3.

"But yesterday, in murderous fray,
While marching on to Richmond,
We parted here from comrades dear,
While marching on to Richmond;
With manly sighs and tearful eyes,
While marching on to Richmond,
We laid the braves in peaceful graves,
And started on to Richmond.

4.

"Our friends away are sad to-day,
Because we march to Richmond;
With loving fear they shrink to hear
About our march to Richmond;
The pen shall tell that they who fell
While marching on to Richmond,
Had hearts aglow and face to foe,
And died in sight of Richmond.

5.

"Our thoughts shall roam to scenes of home,
While marching on to Richmond;
The vacant chair that's waiting there,
While we march on to Richmond;
'Twill not be long till shout and song
We'll raise aloud in Richmond,
And war's rude blast will soon be past,
And we'll go home from Richmond."

This song-writer had brought a song to the great Springfield assembly.
He sang it when the people were in a receptive mood. It voiced their
hearts, and its influence was electric. As he rose before the assembly
on that August day under the prairie sun, and sang: "Hark! hark! a
signal-gun is heard," a stillness came over the great sea of the people