Caldwell At Springfield

Here's the snot. Look around you. Above on the height. I.ay the Hessians encamped. By the church on the the right Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. And here rmn a wllYou my dig anvwhere and jrou'll turn up a bal!. Nothing more. Grasses spring, waters run. rtowers blow, Pretty much as they did ninetythree years ago. Nolhing more did I say ? Stay one moment ; you've heard Of Caldwell, ilie parson, who once preached tlie wofd Down at Springfield I What? No? Come that's bad. W hy he had All the Jersey's aflame. And thev gave him the name Of the "rebel high pritst.'' He stuck in their gorge. Kor he loved the Lord God- and he hated King George ! He had cause, you might say, when the Hessians that day Marched up with Knyphausen, they stopped on their WY At ihe "Farms," whcre hii wife, with a child in fier imd, Sat alone In the house. How It happencd none knew But (iod- and that one of the tiierling crew, Whn hred the shot. Knough ! There ilie l.iy. And Caldwell, the chaplain, her husband away ! Did he preadi-did he pray? 1 hink of hiiu, as you stand I!y the old church t6-day ; think of him and that i 1 Of militant plow -hoys ! See the smoke and the heat lf the rctklt-N', mtvance of that struggling rctnat Keep the ghost of thal witt?, l.)u]y s.lain, in your view - And what could you- what should you, wint woulil you do? Why, just what he did 1 They were lefl in the lurch o wuntol more wadding. He r:tti to the church. thf Moor. cii..a iL i , una aaHiicd out in the road With his arnis lull of hymnbooks, and threw down his load At their fcet I Then above all the shoutine and hots . Rang his voice : "Put Watts into 'em, boys: itive 'em Watts." And they did. That Is all. Grasses spring, flowers blow, I'rctty much as they did nhiety-thrce years ago; You may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a buil, But not always a hero like tnis - and that's all.