Other soldiers went from Garrard, Other citizens enlisted, Of whose names no record lingers, Save the register of mem'ry. General William Jennings figured In the battle on the Raisin; And the soldier, Robert Elkin, And our well-remembered Buford, Are among the names familiar, To the vet'rans of the city. Michael Salter was Drum-major, In the country's earlier struggle; Was our one surviving scion, Of the famous Revolution. When their knell of death was sounded, When they one by one went from us, They were buried with the honors Of the military calling; They were followed to their resting By the requiem fife of wailing, By the muffled drum of sorrow, By the solemn tramp of mourners, By the fun'ral march of soldiers. We are rearing brilliant guide-posts, To the brave men of this era; We are pointing to their actions, With indelible mementos. Thus may generations rescue Sleeping heroes from oblivion; May no recreant prove wanting, In a sacred trust of homage. Let the archives of the city, The proud city of Lancaster, Still perpetuate her warriors, Still preserve her men of valor. They are resting on their laurels, In an everlasting quiet; They have passed the rolling river, To the armed hosts of heaven; They have joined another Captain, While we linger in the rearguard. Yet their deeds are all emblazoned, In the hearts they left behind them, Hearts that gratefully award them Tributes that shall never perish. Fare ye well, ye gallant soldiers, Who have fought our country's battles; Whether soon or whether later, Whether north or whether southern, Whether east or west or foreign, Ye have fought them well and bravely In the ever changing cycle. Bear, ye echoes, to our patriots, Waft, ye breezes, our sad parting. CANTO V. 1820-1833. STATESMEN.