{"id":7502,"date":"2021-09-18T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-09-18T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7502"},"modified":"2021-09-18T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-09-18T05:00:00","slug":"the-aged-stranger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-aged-stranger\/","title":{"rendered":"The Aged Stranger"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From <\/em>The Birmingham Age Herald, September 18, 1913<\/em><\/a>. By Bret Harte.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI was with Grant,\u201d the stranger said;
    Said the farmer, \u201cSay no more,
But rest thee here at my cottage porch,
    For thy feet are weary and sore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI was with Grant,\u201d the stranger said;
    Said the farmer, \u201cSay no more,
I prithee sit at my frugal board,
    And eat of my humble store.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow fares my boy\u2014my soldier boy,
    Of the old Ninth army corps?
I warrant he bore him gallantly
    In the smoke and the battle roar!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know him not,\u201d said the aged man,
    \u201cAnd as I remarked before,
I was with Grant\u2014.\u201d \u201cNay, nay, I know,\u201d
    Said the farmer, \u201cSay no more;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe fell in battle? I see, alas!
    Thou\u2019dst smooth these tidings o\u2019er\u2014
Nay, speak the truth, whatever it be,
    Though it rend my bosom\u2019s core.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow fell he\u2014with his face to the foe,
    Upholding the flag he bore?
Oh, say not that my boy disgraced
    The uniform that he wore!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI cannot tell,\u201d said the aged man,
    \u201cAnd should have remarked before,
That I was with Grant\u2014in Illinois\u2014
    Some three years before the war.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then the farmer spake him never a word,
    But beat with his fist full sore,
That aged man, who had worked for Grant,
    Some three years before the war.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Birmingham Age Herald, September 18, 1913. By Bret Harte. \u201cI was with Grant,\u201d the stranger said;    Said the farmer, \u201cSay no more,But rest thee here at my cottage porch,    For thy feet are weary and sore.\u201d \u201cI was with Grant,\u201d the stranger said;    Said the farmer, \u201cSay no more,I prithee […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,9],"tags":[71],"class_list":["post-7502","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-birmingham-age-herald","tag-bret-harte"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7502","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7502"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7502\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7502"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7502"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7502"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}