The "Scott Legion,"--At this time, when vituperation is heaped by traitors upon the honored head of Gen. Scott, and in view of the fact that we are soon to have in our midst, on a visit to witness the organization of the "Wynkoop Legion," a remnant of that glorious Legion that marched victoriously from Vera Cruz to the City of Mexico, additional interest attaches to the following Poem, one of the most spirit-stirring of its kind, in the English language:

We were not many--we who stood
    Before the iron shot that day,
Yet many a gallant spirit would
Give half his years if he but could
    Have been with us at Monterey.

Now here, now there, the shot is hailed
    In deadly drifts of fiery spray,
Yet not a single soldier quailed
When wounded comrades round them wailed
    Their dying shouts at Monterey.

And on, still on our column kept,
    Through walls of flame its withering way;
Where fell the dead the living slept,
Still charging on the guns which swept
    The slippery streets of Monterey.

The foe, himself, recoiled aghast,
    When, striking where he strongest lay,
We swooped its flanking batteries past,
And braving full their murderous blast,
    Stormed home the towers of Monterey.

Our banners on the turrets wave,
    And there the evening bugles play,
Where orange boughs above their grave,
Keep green the memory of the brave,
    Who fought and fell at Monterey.

We are not many--we who pressed
    Beside the brave who fell that day;
But who of us has not confessed
He'd rather share their warrior rest
    Then not have been at Monterey?

Source:

Unknown, "Local Affairs, The Scott Legion," The Miners' Journal and Pottsville General Advertiser, Pottsville, Pa., Saturday, 30 March 1861, page 2, col. 3.