Chapter II: The Historical Development of the Southern War Poetry (3)

“Hear the summons, sons of Texas!
Now the fierce invaders nex us.”--

_Bayon City Guard’s Dixie_: By the Company’s own poet. (Alsb.)

“From Houston City and Brazos bottom,
From selling goods, and making cotton,”--

_Bayon City Guard’s Song in the Chickahominy Swamp_: (Alsb.)

“Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they’re won,
By the Cross and Stars, boys, fluttering in the sun”--

_Beaufort_: By W. J. Grayson, of South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Old home! what blessings late were yours:
The gifts of peace, the songs of joy!”--

_Beau-Regard_: Sung at the Montgomery Theatre on Friday night,
by Mr. M. A. Arnold: by Baron, April 12, 1861. (R. N. S. from
the Montgomery _Mail_.)

“Flashing, flashing along the wires
The glorious news each heart inspires,”--

_Beauregard_: A Historical Poem: by Kate Luby F----. (P. & P.
B.)

“In Pavia’s bloody battle field
As troubadours do sing,”--

_Beauregard_: By Catherine A. Warfield of Mississippi: (W. G.
S.)

“Let the trumpet shout once more,
Beauregard!”--

_Beauregard_: Written after the Battle of Shiloh, when
Beauregard became Commander-in-Chief: by C. A. Warfield of
Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Our trust is now in thee,
Beauregard!”--

_Beauregard at Shiloh_: Lines found on the dead body of a
Confederate soldier after the battle of Williamsburg. (R. B. B.)

“Now glory to the Lord of Hosts,
And glory the reward”--

_Beauregard’s Appeal_: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the
Charleston _Courier_.)

“Yea! though the need is bitter,
Take down those sacred bells!”--

_The Beleaguered City_: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. (E. V. M.)

“There’s a beautiful city, far, far, away,
In the land of myrtle and the rose,”--

_Ben M’Culloch_: Air, “Something new comes every day.” (R. B.
B. 65.)

“Oh, have you heard of the brave old fellow
He goes by the name of Ben McCulloch,”--

_Ben M’Culloch--He Fell At His Post!_ By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.)

“When the Northmen their war-banner spread; nor would give
the right to secede,
The cause of his country he wed, in this her great hour of need”--

_Bentonville_: Written on the field, at the close of the first
day’s fight: by T. B. Catherwood. (Hubner.)

“Another battle has been fought, another victory won.
We’ve fought this day from rising to the setting of the sun”--

_Bethel_: (S. L. M. January, ’62.)

“Hurrah for old Virginia! God bless the brave North State!
For they first taught the Yankee curs to dread a freeman’s hate:”--

_A Betrayal_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Dallying on as fair a landscape
As the skies in beauty drape,”--

_Beyond the Potomac_: By Paul H. Hayne. (R. R. from the
Richmond _Whig_.)

“They slept on the fields which their valor had won!
But arose with the first early blush of the sun,”--

_Bill Hoosier’s Advice to the Hoosiers of Louisville_: Three
days after the battle of Richmond, Kentucky. Air, “Sing, sing,
Darkies, sing:” by Kentucky. Sept. 2, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Why should Hoosiers spill their blood
To enrich Kentucky mud?”--

_The Black Flag_: By Paul H. Hayne. (Alsb.)

“Like the roar of the wintry surges, on a wild tempestuous strand
The voice of the maddened millions comes up from an outraged land;”--

_The Blessed Hand_: Respectfully dedicated to the Ladies of
the Southern Relief Fair: by S. T. Wallis, Baltimore, April 8,
1866: “There is a legend of an English Monk, who died at the
monastery of Aremberg, where he had copied and illuminated many
books, hoping to be rewarded in Heaven. Long after his death,
his tomb was opened, and nothing could be seen of his remains
but the right hand with which he had done his pious work, and
which had been miraculously preserved from decay.” (E. V. M.)

“For you and me, who love the light
Of God’s uncloistered day,”--

_The Blessed Heart_: Suggested by “The Blessed Hand.”
Gratefully dedicated to the Ladies of the Southern Relief Fair
by Mrs. M. M. of Columbia, S. C. (E. V. M.)

“I sing not of ‘The Blessed Hand,’
That has so well been sung,”--

_The Blessed Union--Epigram_: (W. G. S.)

“Doubtless to some, with length of ears,
To gratify an ape’s desire,”--

_The Blockaders_: Dedicated to A. Lincoln: by Paul H. Hayne.
(Bohemian from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

“Across this threatening ocean tide,
I see the despot’s vessels ride,”--

_A Bloody Day is Dawning_: By William Munford. July, 1864; In
the trenches before Petersburg. (Newspaper clipping from _The
Baltimore American_, c. 1895.)

“Because I know by those sweet tears that gushed
Fresh from thine eyes when, proffered to your beauty,”--

_Blue Coats Are Over the Border_: Air, “Blue Bonnets are over
the Border:” Inscribed to Captain Mitchell: by Kentucky. (S. O.
S.)

“Kentucky’s banner spreads
Its folds above our heads;”--

_The Blue Cockade_: By Mary Walsingham Crean: (R. R.)

“God be with the laddie, who wears the blue cockade.
He’s gone to fight the battle of our darling Southern land!”--

_The Bold Engineer_: Air, “Young Lockinvar:” by O. H. S.
Baltimore, Oct. 14, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.)

“O bully George B. has come out of the West,
Of all that wide border the scourge and the pest.”--

_The Bold Privateer_: Published by Thomas G. Doyle, Bookseller,
Stationer, and Song Publisher, No. 279 N. Gay St., Baltimore.
(Wash. No. 29.)

“It’s O! my dearest Polly
You and I must part,”--

_Bombardment and Battles of Galveston_: Air, “Auld Lang Syne.”
June 1, 1862-January 1, 1863: by S. R. Ezzell, of Captain
Daly’s Company. (Alsb.)

“The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede,
At Galveston they’ve now begun to make her soldiers bleed.”--

_The Bonnie Blue Flag_: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (G. C. E.)

“Come, brothers! rally for the right!
The bravest of the brave.”--

_The Bonnie Blue Flag_: By Harry Macarthy. (C. S. B.)

“We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,
Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil,”--

_The Bonnie Dundee of the Border_: Inscribed to Colonel Wm. S.
Hawkins, of the Western Army: by Clarine Rirnarde. (W. L.)

“Oh, lightly his proud plume floats over the field,
And the battle-god smileth his honors above him,”--

_The Bonnie White Flag: Or the Prisoners’ Invocation to Peace_:
Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., in
Camp Chase Ventilator, 1864. (Fag.)

“Though we’re a band of prisoners,
Let each be firm and true,”--

_The Border Ranger_: The Mountain Partisan: by W. G. Simms. (S.
L. M., Feb. March, ’62.)

“My rifle, pouch and knife,
My steed, and then we part,”--

_Bouquet de Bal_: A Ballad dedicated to Miss J----: by F. B.
(W. F.)

“She stepped within the lighted hall
And dimmed the lesser beauties all.”--

_The Boy Picket: or Charley’s Guard_: By a Lady of Kentucky.
(E. V. M.)

“Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep,
While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep,”--

_The Boy Soldier_: By a Lady of Savannah. (W. G. S. from the
Richmond _Dispatch_.)

“He is acting o’er the battle,
With his cap and feather gay,”--

_Boy Who Thinkest to Be Wed_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Boy who thinkest to be wed,
By remembrance of our dead,”--

_Boys! Keep Your Powder Dry_: (Alsb.)

“Can’st tell who lose the battle, oft in the councils-field?
Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield.”--

_Bowing Her Head_: (W. G. S.)

“Her head is bowed downwards; so pensive her air,
As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”--

_Brave Deeds--Brave Fruits_: Sonnet: by Wm. Gilmore Simms. (Am.
from _Southern Opinion_.)

“The record should be made of each brave deed
That brings us Pride and Freedom as its fruits,”--

_A Brave Girl’s Fate_: By Miriam Erle. Charleston, S. C., A.
D., 1864. (C. C.)

“The battle riot raged without
A city’s strong, defiant walls,”--

_The Brass-Mounted Army_: Air, “Southern Wagon:” by ----, of
Colonel A. Bucher’s Regiment. (Alsb.)

“O Soldiers! I’ve concluded to make a little song,
And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong;”--

_The Bridal Gift_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Fair one, soon my bride to be,
What shall be my gift to thee?”--

_Brigadier General John H. Morgan in a Penitentiary!_ By
Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Hide him in a dark cell,
And fame will crown him there!”--

_The Brigand Brigade_: (Bohemian.)

“When Abe called the Council together,
Secession at large to discuss,”--

_Broken Bench_: A Ballad: By F. B. Chattawa, August, 1862. (W.
F.)

“I stood upon the bridge of sighs,
A wooden bench of common size”--

_The Broken Mug_: Ode (So-called) on a Late Melancholy Accident
in the Shenandoah Valley (so-called): by John Esten Cooke. (W.
G. S.)

“My mug is broken, my heart is sad!
What woes can fate still hold in store!”--

_The Broken Sword_: Suggested by an incident which occurred
after the surrender of Fort Donaldson: by Walker Meriweather
Bell. (W. L.)

“No; never shall this trusty glaive,
Which I so long have borne.”--

_The Broker’s ‘Stamp Act’ Lament_: July, 1862: (R. B. B. 10.)

“Lord save the South from Liberty (?)
‘Beast’ Butler and his masters!”--

_The Brotherly Kindness of 1861_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“‘They’ would burst Southern hearts in twain,
Nor care if so they could regain”--

_Bugle Call_: By Colonel John Milledge, of Ga. (Im.)

“I love to feel upon my bridle bit
The champ of a thoroughbred,”--

_Bugle Note_: By A. Lansing Burrows. (Bohemian from the
Richmond _Dispatch_.)

“Tramp! tramp! tramp! steadily on to the foe;
With banners afloat in the stirring breeze,”--

_Bull Run--A Parody_: (W. G. S.)

“At Bull Run where the sun was low,
Each Southern face grew pale as snow”--

_Bull’s Run_: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 11.)

“Says Greely, to Scott, to Richmond, why not,
These Southerns are only in fun,”--

_Burial of Brigadier General M. Jenkins_: At Summerville,
Whitsunday, May 15, 1864: by “C. G. P.” (Amaranth.)

“Bring blossoms from the rosy beds of May,
Bay from the woodland, myrtle from the bowers,”--

_The Burial of Captain O. Jennings Wise_: Killed at Roanoke
Island, Feb. 8, 1862: by Accomac. (E. V. M.)

“Mournfully the bells are tolling,
And the muffled drums are rolling,”--

_The Burial of Latane_: By Jno. R. Thompson. S. L. M., July
and August 1862. _Note_: The beautiful image in the including
stanza is borrowed and some of the language is versified from
the eloquent remarks of the Honorable R. M. T. Hunter, on the
death of Ex-President Tyler. (E. V. M.)

“The combat raged not long, but ours the day,
And, through the hosts that compassed us around,”--

_Burial of Lieutenant General Jackson_: Air, “Oporto:” by R. W.
Kercheval, Esq. (Im.)

“Comrades, advance! Your colors drape with mourning,
Muffled your drums, and arms reversed, ye brave,”--

_Burial of the Tough Beef in Galveston_: March 5, 1864. (Alsb.)

“The Sabbath sun shone bright and fair,
The earth rejoiced in gladness,”--

_Burn the Cotton_: By Estelle, Memphis, Tenn., May 16, 1862.
(R. R.)

“Burn the cotton! burn the cotton!
Let the solemn triumph rise,”--

_Bury Me on the Field, Boys_: By Mary S. Grayson, of Md.
(Amaranth.)

“Bury me on the field, boys!
When the deadly strife is over;”--

_Bury Our Dead_: (Sunny.)

“Bury our dead! From Rama’s shore!
From every beauteous Southland vale,”--

_Butler’s Proclamation_: By Paul H. Hayne, of S. C. (E. V. M.)

“Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw by
The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell”--

_By the Banks of Red River_: By E. E. Kidd. (Fag.)

“Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye,
And gone is her life’s dearest glory.”--

_By the Camp Fire_: By Fanny Murdaugh Downing. (E. V. M. ’69)

“The sun has fallen: cool and deep
The night wind moans in murmurs low.”--

_By the Camp Fire_: By Viola. [Fannie M. Downing] (E. V. M.)

“The snow has fallen thick and soft,
The cold wind mourns in murmurs harsh”--

_The Cadets at New Market_: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Onward they come, they come!
’Mid the wild battle-hum”--

_The Call_: By A. B. Baltimore, Oct., 1862. (R. B. B. 71.)

“Maryland! Maryland!
Stainless in story”--

_The Call_: To Editor _South Carolinian_. By Barhamville. Jan.,
1861. (R. N. S.)

“Hark, the shout! from shore to mountain
Hark the war note raises high!”--

_The Call!_ By Jennie. (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)

“Sons of Maryland, arouse!
They who sealed your eyes in sleep,”--

_Call All! Call All!_ By Georgia. (C. C. from the Rockingham,
Va., _Register_.)

“Whoop! The Doodles have broken loose
Running around like the very deuce”--

_The Call of Freedom_: Richmond, May 1, 1861. (R. A.)

“Hark! To the rescue! Freedom calls,
Where triumph’s banners brightly wave,”--

_A Call to Kentuckians_: By a Southern Rights Woman.
Louisville, Ky., June 24, 1862. (R. R.)

“Sons of Kentucky! arise from your dreaming
Awake and to arms! for the foe draweth nigh:”--

_The Cameo Bracelet_: By James B. Randall, of Maryland. (W. G.
S.)

“Eva sits on the ottoman there,
Sits by a Psyche carved in stone.”--

_Campaign Ballad_: By Rev. J. E. Carnes. (Alsb.)

“Young Florida sends for their clan--the old Dominion’s brave,
With sons of Texas, lead the van, to glory or the grave;”--

_Camp Douglas By the Lake_: A Prison Song. Air, “Cottage by the
Sea.” (Fag.)

“Childhood’s days have long since faded,
Youth’s bright dreams like lights gone out,”--

_Cannoneer’s Doom_: A legend of the 19th century: by F. B.,
Cottage Hill, Ala., Sept. 7, 1863. (W. F.)

“Oh, tell me not of trimmings red,
Thus sighed a cannoneer,”--

_Cannon Song_: (S. S.)

“Aha! a song for the trumpet’s tongue!
For the bugle to sing before us,”--

_Captain Maffit’s Ballad of the Sea_: (W. G. S. from the
Charleston _Mercury_.)

“Though winds are high and skies are dark
And the stars scarce show us a meteor spark;”--

_The Captain’s Story_: (E. V. M.)

“We rested on the battle field
The busy day was o’er.”--

_The Captain With His Whiskers_: (Alsb.)

“As they marched through the town with their banners so gay
I ran to the window just to hear the band play;”--

_The Cap That Poor Henderson Wore_: By Willie Lightheart.
Charleston, S. C. (C. C.)

“Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn,
Faded and worn though it be,”--

_Captives Going Home_: (W. G. S.)

“No flaunting banners o’er them wave
No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray.”--

_The Captured Epaulette_: By M. J. P. [Mrs. M. J. Preston?] (P.
& P. B.)

“Oh! we’ve beaten them gallantly! back from our soil,
We have hurled the invader and taken his spoil,”--

_The Captured Flag_: By Kentucky. Jan. 29, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“It is not strange that you should like to get
Sight of the flag that waved”--

_Capture of 17 of Company H., 4th Texas Cavalry_: Air, “Wake
Snakes and Bite a Biskit.” (Alsb.)

“’Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three,
We started out on picket, not knowing what we’d see:”--

_Carmen Triumphale_: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the
_Southern Illustrated News_.)

“Go forth and bid the land rejoice,
Yet not too gladly, oh my song!”--

_Carolina_: By Mrs. C. A. B. (Fag.)

“’Mid her ruins proudly stands,
Our Carolina!”--

_Carolina_: Inscribed to the Pee Dee Legion, General W. W.
Harlee, New Orleans, Dec. 1, 1861: by Mrs. Anna Peyre Dennies.
(E. V. M.)

“In the hour of thy glory
When thy name was far renowned,”--

_Carolina_: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

“The despot treads thy sacred sands,
Thy pines give shelter to his bands,”--

_Carolina_: April 14, 1861: by John A. Wagener, of S. C. (W. G.
S.)

“Carolina! Carolina!
Noble name in State and story”--

_Carolina’s Hymn_: For the _Courier_: by E. B. C., Jan. 1861.
(R. N. S.)

“Be merciful, O God; the crimson tide
Of sanguinary war, a cooling flood,”--

_Cavalier and Roundhead_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Will he ne’er come again,
Come into my waiting arms?”--

_The Cavaliers’ Glee_: Air, “The Pirates’ Glee:” by Captain Wm.
Blackford, of General Stuart’s staff. (S. S.)

“Spur on! spur on! we love the bounding
Of barbs that bear us to the fray:”--

_The Cavalier’s Serenade_: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“O, come to the heart that is beating for thee!
By the hope of my freedom, my bride thou shalt be.”--

_Charade_: [Jackson?] (E. V. M.)

“My first is seen on a field of green
And a lucky elf is he,”--

_The Charge of the Georgia Eighth_: At the Battle of Manassas,
July 21, 1861: by Marie Key Steele, of Md. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The rising sun shines gaily,
On proud Manassas height,”--

_Charge of Hagood’s Bridage_: Weldon Railroad, Aug. 21, 1864.
(W. G. S.)

“Scarce seven hundred men they stand
In tattered, rude array,”--

_Charge of the Louisiana Brigade at Atlanta_: July 28, 1864: by
F. B., Atlanta, Aug. 17, 1864. (W. F.)

“Thunders that roll along
Mountains and rocks among,”--

_Charge of the Night Brigade_: Baltimore, July 13, 1861. (E. V.
M.)

“At three o’clock, three o’clock,
Three o’clock, onward”--

_Charles B. Dreux_: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.)

“Weep, Louisiana, weep the gallant dead!
Weave the green laurel o’er the undaunted head!”--

_Charleston_: Written for the Charleston _Courier_ in 1863: by
Miss E. B. Cheeseborough. (W. G. S.)

“Proudly she stands by the crystal sea,
Within the fires of hate around her,”--

_Charleston_: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

“What! still does the Mother of Treason uprear
Her crest ’gainst the Furies that darken her sea?”--

_Charleston_: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth.)

“Calmly beside her Tropic strand
An Empress, brave and loyal,”--

_Charleston_: By Henry Timrod: Jan., 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Calm as that second summer which precedes
The first fall of the snow,”--

_Charlestonians and Yankees_: Dialogue between Yankees and the
Charlestonians: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.) April, 1863.

“Ho! heigho! for Charleston, ho!”--

_Charmed Life_: (2 Kings vi, 16): by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Ah! ours is such a little, half-armed band
Compared to those who fight to win our land!”--

_Cheer, Boys, Cheer!_ [This was the favorite song of the
Kentuckians, and was sung by Southern troops under General
Basil Duke at the Battle of Shiloh. Several versions of adapted
words were sung to the melody of this song. One of the versions
was dedicated to Horace Greely and circulated throughout the
North. The original “Cheer, Boys, Cheer,” has, however, always
remained closely identified with Southern sentiment.] (Phot.
Hist.)

“Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow:
Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way,”--

_Chickamauga_, “_The Stream of Death_:” (W. G. S. from the
Richmond _Sentinel_.)

“Chickamauga! Chickamauga!
O’er thy dark and turbid wave”--

_Chief Justice Taney_: Air, “The Days of Absence.” (R. B. B.,
110.)

“Hail, thou noble hearted lawyer,
Advocate of human rights:”--

_The Chimes of St. Paul’s_: by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of
N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“When first St. Paul’s, your sweet-voiced chimes
Shed music on the air,”--

_Chivalrous C. S. A._: Air, “Vive la Compagnie!” by B.
Baltimore, Sept. 21, 1861. (R. R.)

“I’ll sing you a song of the South’s sunny clime,
Chivalrous C. S. A.”--

_Christian Love in Battle_: An incident which occurred at
Manassas. Waterproof, La., July 21, 1861: by Wm. H. Holcombe.
(S. L. M., Sept., 1861.)

“The Northern soldier reeled and fell
Upon the bloody ground to die:”--

_Christmas Carol, for 1862_: From “Beechenbrook:” by Mrs. M. J.
Preston, of Va. (E. V. M.)

“Halt, the march is over
Day is almost done;”--

_Christmas Day, A. D., 1861_: By M. J. H. (Bohemian.)

“The day’s high festival is come,
The time of careless mirth,”--

_Christmas Eve_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Christmas is here--time to be glad!
Alas! I seldom am so sad”--

_Christmas, 1863_: By Henry Timrod, of S. C. (E. V. M.)

“How grace this hallowed day?
Shall hallowed bells from yonder ancient spire”--

_Christmas Night of ’62_: By W. G. McCabe. S. L. M., Jan., ’63.
(B. E.)

“The wintry blast goes wailing by.
The snow is falling overhead.”--

_Chronicle of Fort Sumter_: (Bohemian from the Charleston
_Courier_.)

“Night lingered over quiet shore and bay
In grim repose where fort and battery lay,”--

_The Church of the North_: Inscribed to Bishop Hopkins, of
Vermont. Written during the General Convention, Oct., 1862: by
Kentucky. (S. C. S.)

“In the midst of raging billows
Zion’s harp hung on the willows,”--

_The Church of the South to the Church of the North_: Written
on reading an article in the _Church Journal of New York_,
which I cannot now find: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“We are not divided--no never! no! no!
For the Church of the North cannot be our foe:”--

_Civile Bellum_: [In many collections this poem is entitled
“The Fancy Shot.” It was first published in London, in the
paper called “Once A Week,” signed “From the Once United
States,” and was there entitled “Civile Bellum.” It is
believed to be the work of Charles Dawson Shavley, who died in
1876.--_Editor._] (G. C. E.)

“Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot
Right at the heart of yon prowling vidette,”--

_Cleburne_: (Im.)

“How far and fast the autumn blast
Beats the dead leaves o’er the ground:”--

_Cleburne_: “Another Star now Shines on High:” by M. A.
Jennings of Alabama. (W. G. S. from the Selma _Dispatch_, 1864.)

“Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern brave
Hath fallen in his country’s cause, and found a laurelled grave,”--

_The Clerk’s Lament_: By F. B., Dalton, March 26, 1863. (W. F.)

“Give my companions back to me,
My rock built hut so gray,”--

_The Cliff Beside the Sea_: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.)

“Five summers bright have come and gone,
A weary time to me,”--

_Close the Ranks_: By John L. Sullivan. (W. G. S.)

“The fell invader is before!
Close the ranks! Close up the ranks!”--

_Clouds in the West_: By A. J. Requier, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Hark! on the wind that whistles from the West
A manly shout for instant succor comes”--

_The Clouds of War_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O God, the clouds of war press heavily!
I pant and pant; now I can scarcely breathe,”--

_Coast-Guard Cogitations_: By Carlos. (Bohemian from the
Richmond _Dispatch_.)

“On the cold, white sand
Of a wave-washed strand,”--

_Coercion_: A Poem for Then and Now: by John R. Thompson, of
Va. S. L. M., March, 1861. (S. S.)

“Who talks of Coercion? who dares to deny
A resolute people the right to be free”--

_Colonel B. F. Terry_: By J. R. Barrick, Glasgow, Ky. (Alsb.)

“There is a wail
As if the voice of sadness, long and deep,”--

_The Colonel Gilbert_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The petty Cromwell of our State oppressed
Is Buckeye Gilbert, as must be confessed;”--

_The Color-Bearer_: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M.,
’69.)

“The shock of battle swept the lines,
And wounded men, and slain,”--

_Columbia_: By J. C. J. (W. L.)

“On thy banks, in pride and beauty
Stands the city, Congaree!”--

_Coming at Last_: By Geo. H. Miles. Frederick Co., Md. (E.V. M.)

“Up on the hill there,
Who are they, pray,”--

_Company A. Seventh Regiment, Texas Cavalry_: Air, “Bonnie Blue
Flag:” by Mrs. Dr. M’Grew. Refugio, Texas, Feb. 3, 1863. (Alsb.)

“Let genius bring, on silver wing, her richest best oblation,
To crown thy brow, fair as the snow, young and potent nation!”--

_Company L, 20th Regiment, T. V. I._: Air, “Root Hog or Die:”
by a Private in said company. (Alsb.)

“O here is our Company, the famous Company K
They are always on the sick list unless it’s ration day”--

_The Confederacy_: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the
Southern Christian Advocate, 1864.)

“Born to a day, full grown, our Nation stood,
The pearly light of heaven was her face,”--

_The Confederate Dead_: By author of “Albert Hastings.” A.D.,
1866. (C. C.)

“O, not o’er these, the true and brave
Whose mangled forms in many a grave”--

_The Confederate Dead_: By Latienne. Enfala, Ala., June,
(1866?) (E. V. M. from the Macon _Journal_.)

“From the broad and calm Potomac,
Is the Rio Grande’s waves,”--

_The Confederate Dead_: (C. C.)

“They sleep. Go not to Rome nor Greece
For history knows no nobler race,”--

_The Confederate Flag_: (E. V. M. ’69.)

“No more o’er living hearts to wave,
Its tattered folds forever furled,”--

_The Confederate Flag_: By J. R. Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. (R. R.)

“Flag of the South! Flag of the free!
Thy stars shall cheer each eye,”--

_The Confederate Flag_: Written by Mrs. C. D. Elder of New
Orleans: music by Sig. G. George of Norfolk, Va. (R. B. B.,
16½.)

“Bright banner of freedom, with pride I unfold thee:
Fair flag of my country, with love I behold thee,”--

_The Confederate Flag_: By H. L. Flash. (Amaranth.)

“Four stormy years we saw it gleam
A people’s hope--and then refurled”--

_The Confederate Flag_: Red, White and Blue. Composed and Sung
by J. S. Prevatt, Co. E., 6th Ga. Regiment. (R. B. B., 16½.)

“On the Banks of the Potomac, there’s an army so grand,
Whose object’s to subjugate Dixie’s fair land”--

_Confederate Land_: By H. H. Strawbridge. (R. R.)

“States of the South! Confederate Land!
Our foe has come--the hour is nigh;”--

_The Confederate Note_: (E. V. M., also C. S. B. No. 25.)

“Representing nothing on God’s earth now,
And naught in the water below it:”--

_Confederate Oath_: Air, “My Maryland;” circulated sub rosa in
New Orleans. (Alsb.)

“By the Cross upon our banner, glory of our Southern sky,
Swear we now, a band of brothers, free to live, or free to die”--

_A Confederate Officer to His Lady Love_: By Major McKnight
(“Asa Hartz”), A. A. B., General Loring’s staff. Johnston’s
Island. (E. V. M.)

“My love reposes on a rosewood frame,
A bunk have I:”--

_Confederate Paradox_: “The falling debris now aids in
strengthening Fort Sumter,” Telegram, Charleston, Nov. 6, 1863.
(W. L.)

“A seeming evil often is
A great and glorious benefit,”--

_The Confederate Soldier’s Wife--Parting from Her Husband._ (R.
B. B., 17.)

“Here is thy trusty blade!
Take it, and wield it in a glorious cause;”--

_Confederate Song_: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” Dedicated to the
Kirk’s Ferry Rangers: by their captain, E. Lloyd Wailes. Sung
by the Glee Club on July 4, 1861, at the Kirk’s Ferry barbecue,
Catahoula, La. (R. R.)

“Rally round our country’s flag!
Rally, boys, nor do not lag,”--

_The Confederate States_: (R. B. B., 16.)

“Yankees may sing of their rank pork and beans,
Their dollars and cents are but fabulous dreams”--

_A Confederate Valentine_: To Miss Jewly Ann Pious: by Peter
Barlow. Picked up, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)

“When these lines you read
Think not of him unkind”--

_Confiscation_: A Wife to Her Husband: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Let us go forth into the cold, cold snow!
A tyrant says we must, or bow us low”--

_Congressman Ely_: Air, “Hi Ho Dobbin.” (Wash’n, 44.)

“As I rode down to Manassas one day,
With heart light as air and spirit so gay,”--

_Conquered_: By F. B. (W. F.)

“Like the bird who sings at midnight,
I am lone,”--

_The Conquered Banner_: By Moina. [The Reverend J. A. Ryan,
of Knoxville, Diocese of Nashville, Tenn.]: music by A. E.
Blackmar. (E. V. M. from the Freeman’s Journal, June 24, 1865.)

“Furl that banner for ’tis weary
Round its staff ’tis drooping dreary;”--

_The Conscription Bill_: (S. L. M., April, ’62.)

“Let us hail in this crisis the prosperous omen
That our Senate shows virtue higher than Roman;”--

_Conscript’s Departure_: (Army.)

“You are going far away, far away from your Jeanette,
There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget,”--

_Contraband_: (Cav.)

“Say, darkies, hab you seen ole massa
Wif de mustach on his face,”--

_Corinth._ (_April, 1862_): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Land of the Pioneer--behold! come
To drink thy balmy airs enchanting West”--

_The Cotton Boll_: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the
Charleston Mercury.)

“While I recline
At ease beneath”--

_The Cotton-Burners’ Hymn_: “On yesterday, all the cotton in
Memphis, and throughout the country, was burned. Probably not
less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the last three days
in West Tennessee and North Mississippi.”--Memphis _Appeal_.
(W. G. S.)

“Lo! where Mississippi rolls
Oceanward its stream,”--

_Cotton Doodle_: Written by a lady on learning that Yankee
Doodle had been hissed in New Orleans. San Antonio, Jan. 2,
1861. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Feb. 1861.) From the Galveston
_Evening News_.

“Hurrah for brave King Cotton!
The Southerners are singing;”--

_Cotton is King_: By N. G. R., [Dr. N. G. Ridgley] Baltimore,
Jan. 1, 1862. (R. B. B., 18.)

“All hail to the great King.
Quick to him your tribute bring”--

_The Cotton States’ Farewell to Yankee Doodle_: Atlanta, Ga.,
Feb. 1, 1861. (C. S. B. from the Richmond _Dispatch_, copied
from the Georgia papers.)

“Yankee Doodle fare you well
Rice and cotton float you;”--

_The Countersign_: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (E. V. M.)

“Alas! the weary hours pass slow,
The night is very dark and still,”--

_Country, Home and Liberty_: (R. B. B., 18.)

“Freedom calls you! Quick be ready,--
Rouse ye in the name of God,--”

_Creation of Dixie_: 1861. (C. C.)

“Created by a nation’s glee
With jest and song and revelry”--

_Crippled for Life_: By Leola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.]
“Mountain Home,” S. W. Virginia, Dec. 1, 1862. (S. L. M., Nov.
and Dec., ’62.)

“On a low couch as the bright day is dying
Young, helpless and hopeless, a soldier is lying,”--

_Cruci Dum Spiro, Fido_: By J. C. M. New York, March 20, 1866.
(E. V. M.)

“You may furl the gleaming star-cross
That lit a hundred fields,”--

_A Cry to Arms_: By Henry Timrod, New Orleans, March 9, 1862.
(R. R.)

“Ho! woodsmen of the mountain-side!
Ho! dwellers in the vales!”--

_The Darlings at Home_: By Colonel C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.):

“The sentinel treads his martial round,
Afar from his humble home”--

_Da Vis!_: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, Feb. 10, 1862. (R. B. B.
73.)

“Give us one chance, ’tis all we ask,
Be retribution then our task:”--

_The Dead_: (Randolph.)

“On the field of battle lying,
Was a youthful hero dying”--

_Dead_: By C. C. (Amaranth from the Richmond _Examiner_.)

“Dead! well I have written the word, and I gaze
On it still and again,”--

_Dead_: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A.; prisoner of war.
Camp Chase, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Dead! with no loving hand to part
The soft hair back from the pallid brow”--

_Dead Jackson_: (E. V. M.)

“A chaplet! as ye pause ye brave
Beside the broad Potomac’s wave”--

_Dead on Manassas Plain_: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (I. M.)

“Close beside the broken grasses,
Near the setting of the day,”--

_The Dead Soldier_: (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Go where the dying soldiers lie
Eve blushing closes now her eye,”--

_Dear Liberty: or Maryland Will Be Free_: Air, “Carry me back
to old Virginny:” by Miss R. L., a Daughter of Dixie. (R. B.
B., 73.)

“Farewell dear Liberty, farewell for awhile,
Ere long we’ll greet thee again.”--

_Dear Mother I’ve Come Home to Die_: Music by Henry Tucker:
words by E. Bowers. Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M.)

“Dear Mother, I remember well,
The parting kiss you gave to me”--

_Death-Bed of Stonewall Jackson_: By Colonel B. H. Jones.
(Sunny.)

“Stretched on his couch the Christian warrior lies;
Cold perspiration beads his marble brow;”--

_The Death of Ashby_: By J. A. Via. Richmond, June 16, 1862.
(S. L. M., May, 1862.)

“Wild rings the raging battle cry;
It’s thunders echo in the sky,”--

_The Death of General A. S. Johnston_: (S. O. S.)

“A nation tolls his requiem;
Bring forth the victor’s diadem,”--

_Death of Albert Sidney Johnston_: By George B. Milnor,
Harrisburg, Tex. (Alsb.)

“The sun was sinking o’er the battle plain,
Where the night winds were already sighing,”--

_Death of Jackson_: By Cornelia M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Brightly the moon o’er pallid corpses streaming,
Mingled her soft rays with the cannon’s breath,”--

_Death of William H. Mitchell_: Killed at Gettysburg: by
Lieutenant J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

“So bright in his genius--so bright in his youth
Gone to his grave!”--

_Death of Polk_: (W. L.)

“We hear a solemn saddening sound,
A mournful knell;”--

_Death of Stonewall Jackson_: (Fag.)

“On a bright May morn in ’sixty-three,
And eager for the action,”--

_Death of Stonewall Jackson_: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.)

“Southrons all bewail the loss
Of a hero true and brave,”--

_Death of the Lincoln Despotism_: Air, “Root, Hog, or Die:” (P.
& P. B. from the Richmond _Times-Despatch_.)

“’Twas out upon mid-ocean that the San Jacinta hailed
An English neutral vessel, while on her course she sailed.”--

_Death of the Young Partisan_: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan.
(Richmond.)

“He fell--not where numbers were falling
Whose groans with the cannon peal blend,”--

_The Debt of Maryland_: By H. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. B.
B., 72.)

“Remember, men of Maryland,
You have a debt to pay.”--

_De Cotton Down in Dixie_: (“These capital verses were found on
board of the English barque ‘Premier’ in January, 1863, bound
from Liverpool to Havana, sixty miles west of Madeira, by Lone
Star, of Galveston, Texas.”) (Alsb.)

“I’m gwine back to de land of cotton,
Wid de ‘English Flag’ in an ‘English Bottom’”--

_Dedicated to the Baltimore Light Artillery, C. S. A._: by
Captain G. W. Alexander. (R. B. B. 81.)

“The Maryland boys are coming
Dost hear their stirring drums?”--

_Dedication: To Mrs. Fanny S. Bears_: By F. B. Kingston, Feb.
23, 1864. (W. F.)

“To you, though known but yesterday, I trust
These winged thoughts of mine”--

_Dejected_: By G. W. Archer, M. D.: In the Field, Sept.’64. (E.
V. M., ’69.)

“Turmoil, never, never ending!
Clamor, clangor, grasp and groan!”--

_Desolated_: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“A weight of suffering my spirit seals
As I stand of life’s sweetest joys bereft,”--

_Despondency_: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V.
M.)

“The waters in life’s goblet sink,
Which late were foaming to its brink”--

_The Despot’s Song_: By Old Secesh. Baltimore, March 15, 1862.
(R. R.)

“With a beard that was filthy and red
His mouth with tobacco bespread”--

_Destruction of the Vandal Host at Manassas_: A Parody: by J.
J. H. (R. R.)

“Abe Lincoln came down like a wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were thirsting for silver and gold,”--

_The Devil’s Delight_: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.)

“To breakfast one morning the Devil came down,
By demons and vassals attended:”--

_The Devil’s Visit to Old Abe_: Written on the occasion of
Lincoln’s proclamation for prayer and fasting after the battle
of Manassas: by Reverend E. P. Birch, of La Grange, Ga., Feb.
10, 1862. (Wash’n 52.)

“Old Abe was sitting in his chair of state,
With one foot on the mantel and one on the grate”--

_Devotion_: Jan. 1863. (Md. Hist. B.)

“Now that another year’s gone by
And gushing tears have filled the eye”--

_Died_: Arthur Robinson: Richmond, Dec. 23, 1863. (E. V. M.
’69.)

“Gone from the tumult--gone from the strife,
From the evil times that sadden life;”--

_A Dirge_: by G. W. Archer, M. D., Harford Co., Md., June, ’61.
(E. V. M. ’69.)

“How can I rest?
E’en in the quiet of this lonely wood”--

_Dirge for Ashby_: by Mrs. M. J. Preston: (W. G. S.)

“Hear ye that thrilling word--
Accent of dread”--

_Disgrace and Shame_: Air, “The Campbells Are Coming.” (R. B.
B. 21.)

“Hallo! what’s the matter?
Indigo’s blue, why this clatter”--

_Dixey’s Land_: Baltimore and Frederick Streets, Baltimore, Md.
(Wash’n 54.)

“Away down South in de fields ob cotton,
Pork and cabbage in de pot.”--

_Dixie_: (E. V. M.)

“Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best,
Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest.”--

_Dixie_: By Richard W. Nicholls. (N. Y. P. L.)

“Southron, your country calls you
And in arms must now enroll you”--

_Dixie_: By Albert Pike: (W. G. S.)

“Southrons, hear your country call you!
Up, lest worse than death befall you!”--

_Dixie_: 1861: By Ina Marie Porter, of Greenville, Ala. (N. Y.
P. L.)

“In Dixie cotton loves to grow
With leaf of green and boll of snow,”--

_Dixie Doodle_: (Randolph.)

“Dixie whipped old Yankee Doodle early in the morning
So Yankeedom had best look out”--

_Dixie the Land of King Cotton_: From the Highly Successful
Musical Operetta “The Vivandiere.” Words by Captain Hughes of
Vicksburg: music by J. H. Hewitt. (R. B. M.)

“Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton,
The home of the brave and the free,”--

_Dixie War Song_: By H. S. Stanton, Esq. (L. & L.)

“Hear ye not the sounds of battle
Sabres clash and muskets rattle?”--

_Dix’s Manifesto_: Air, “Dearest Mae:” by “B.” Baltimore, Sept.
11, 1861. (R. B. B. 23.)

“Once on a time in Baltimore
There reigned a mighty King.”--

_Dodge’s Police_: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 24.)

“Come all ye Southern lassies
That joined in our parade,”--

_Doffing the Gray_: By Lieutenant Falligant of Savannah, Ga.
(W. G. S.)

“Off with your gray suits, boys--
Off with your rebel gear”--

_Do They Miss Me in the Trenches!_ Vicksburg Song. Air, “Do
They Miss Me at Home.” (Alsb.)

“Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me,
When the shells fly so thickly round,”--

_Do We Weep For the Heroes That Died for Us?_ By Father A. J.
Ryan. (Sunny.)

“Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,
Who, living, were true and tried for us,”--

_Down-Trodden Maryland_: Air, “Tom Bowling:” by B. [This is
especially interesting because the poem, which is here of three
stanzas, 1, 2 and 3, is to be found in R. B. B. 67, in its 3rd
edition, expanded to 6 stanzas, 1+a+2+b+c+3, signed N. G. R.
(Dr. N. G. Ridgely), dated Baltimore, March 4, 1862.] (R. B. B.
64.)

“Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lie
The noblest of all States”--

_Do Ye Quail?_ By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

“Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians,
The first foot-tramp of Tyranny’s minions?”--

_Dreaming_: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber,
In a charmed trance she lies;”--

_Dreaming in the Trenches_: By William Gordon M’Cabe.
Petersburg Trenches, 1864. (C. C.)

“I picture her there in the quaint old room
Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,”--

_A Dream Visit to the Battle Field of Sharpsburg_: By Leola
[Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (Amaranth.)

“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band,
Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”--

_Drinking Song_: Air, “We Won’t Go Home ’Till Morning.” By F.
B. (W. F.)

“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys,
In troubles who wish to be gay,”--

_The Drummer Boy_: By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, July 28,
1862. (E. V. M.)

“All pallid upon his couch he lay,
As death fast dimmed his eye,”--

_The Drummer Boy of Shiloh_: (Alsb.)

“On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay,
Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day,”--

_During a Snow Storm_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Mists of beauty fill the air,
With splendor rare:”--

_Dutch Volunteer_: By Harry McCarthy. (1862.) (Fag.)

“It was in Ni Orleans city
I first heard der drums und fife,”--

_Duty and Defiance_: By Colonel Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.)

“Raise the thrilling cry, to arms!
Texas needs us all, Texans!”--

_The Dying Confederate’s Last Words_: By Maryland. [Note in
pencil, by L. Katzenberger, Baltimore.] (R. B. B. 23.)

“Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast,
My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past.”--

_The Dying Mother_: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island,
Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Where Great Kanawha, ‘River of the Woods,’
Flows tranquilly amid Virginia’s hills,”--

_The Dying Soldier_: (R. B. B. 22.)

“My noble commander! thank God, you have come!
You know the dear ones who are waiting at home.”--

_The Dying Soldier_: By R. R. B. 1861-1862. (C. C. from The
_Southern Field and Fireside_.)

“Lay him down gently where shadows lie still
And cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,”--

_The Dying Soldier_: By James A. Mecklin. (S. B. P.)

“Gather round him where he’s lying,
Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”--

_The Dying Soldier_: By Philula. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)

“I am dying, comrade, dying,
Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”--

_Dying Soldier Boy_: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by A. B.
Cunningham, of La. (Alsb.)

“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying!
The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”--

_The Dying Soldier, or The Moon Rose O’er the Battle Plain_: An
admired song composed for the pianoforte: published by J. W.
Davis & Sons, Richmond, Va., 1864. (R. B. M.)

“The moon rose o’er the battle plain
And smiled from her dark throne,”--

_Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson_: (Hubner.)

“The stars of night contain the glittering Day
And rain his glory down with sweeter grace,”--

_1861_: (E. V. M.)

“Virginia’s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale,
The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale,”--

_Eight Years Ago_: A Prison Lay: by W. E. Penn, of Tenn.
(Sunny.)

“Just eight years ago, I remember the day,
When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;”--

_Elegy on Leaving Home_: Air, “Good-bye:” by Major Webber, 2nd
Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. December, 1862. (W. L.)

“Farewell! Farewell! my fair loved land,
Where I hoped to live and die;”--

_Ella Nocare_: By Dick. (S. L. M., Jan., ’64.)

“Fair Ella Nocare--bright Ella Nocare,
Was born of a wealthy sire”--

_The Empty Sleeve_: By Dr. J. R. Bagby, of Virginia. (W. G. S.)

“Tom, old fellow, I grieve to see
The sleeve hanging loose at your side,”--

_Encore et Toujours Maryland_: by Constance Cary: (Bohemian.)

“A plea for Maryland!
Outraged old Maryland!”--

_The Enemy Shall Never Reach Your City_: Andrew Jackson’s
Address to the people of New Orleans. (W. G. S. from the
Charleston _Mercury_.)

“Never, while such as ye are in the breach,
Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!”--

_Enfants du Sud_: By R. Thomassy: for the _Courier_. Nouvelle
Orleans, 2 Janvier, 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menace
Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.”--

_England’s Neutrality_: A Parliamentary Debate, with notes by a
Confederate Reporter: by John R. Thompson. (S. S.)

“All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy,
Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope’s wild extravagancy,”--

_Enigma_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“My whole forms a part of what means ‘no one knows,’
My second’s a name oft given to my foes:”--

_Enlisted Today_: (W. G. S.)

“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,
And summer sends kisses by beautiful May.”--

_The Ensign_: An Incident of the Battle of Gettysburg: by
Robert. Camp 1st La. Regulars, Nicholl’s Brigade, Aug. 14,
1863. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)

“The shrill bugle sounded--down the battle scarred front--
Rang the music to many an ear,”--

_Epistle to the Ladies_: By W. E. M., of General Lee’s Army.
(W. L.)

“Ye Southern maids and ladies fair,
Of whatso’er degree,”--

_Ethnogenesis_: Written during the meeting of the 1st Southern
Congress, at Montgomery, Feb., 1861: by Henry Timrod of S. C.
(W. G. S.)

“Hath not the morning dawned with added light,
and shall not evening call another star.”--

_Eulogy of the Dead_: By B. F. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Oh! weep not for the dead
Whose blood for freedom shed,”--

_Evacuation of Manassas_: By Iris. Warrenton, April 5, 1862.
S. L. M., Sept. and Oct., 1862, under title of _Rear Guard of
Army_. (E. V. M.)

“The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted,
too,
When the rear guard of the army came marching into view,”--

_Exchanged!_ By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”). (Sunny.)

“From his dim prison house by Lake Erie’s bleak shore,
He is borne to his last resting place;”--

_The Exiled Soldiers’ Adieu to Maryland_: By I. Camp near
Manassas, July 5, 1861: printed in the C. S. Army. (R. B. B.
79.)

“Adieu my home! Adieu dear Maryland!
For honor calls me now away from thee.”--

_The Exodus_: II Kings, vii, 6, 7, 15 and Joel ii, 20: by Old
Soldier. (R. B. B. 25.)

“O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise,
And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,”--

_The Expected Texas Invasion_: The Bloody Twentieth, Galveston,
Tex., March 22, 1865. (Alsb.)

“What right have the Northmen our homes to invade--
Could the scions of freemen admit?”--

_Fable or History_: (Victor Hugo) by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B.
Clarke of N. C.] (S. L. M.)

“A hungry Ape one summer’s day
Did idly through a forest stray,”--

_The Fair and the Brave_: Flag Presentation to the “Jackson
Hornets” by Eleven Young Ladies at Bellefonte, Ala. Written
by a Tennessee poetess. (P. &. P. B. from the Charleston
_Mercury_.)

“First to rise against oppression
In this glorious Southern band;”--

_The Faith of The South_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God is the weak man’s arm,
We cannot feel despair;”--

_The Fall of Sumter, April, 1861_: By A. L. D. of Raleigh, N.
C. (E. V. M.)

“’Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep,
While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep.”--

_Farewell_: By F. B., Clinton, June 3, 1863. (W. F.)

“Farewell! Stern duty calls me fast
’Gainst the foe,”--

_Farewell, Forever, the Star Spangled Banner_: By Mrs. E. D.
Hundley, May 14, 1862. (C. S. B.)

“Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble,
And bow down their necks ’neath the ‘Juggernaut’ car,”--

_Farewell to Brother Johnathan_: By Caroline. (R. R.)

“Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land.”--

_Farewell to Johnson’s Island_: By Major George McKnight (Asa
Hartz). (Sunny.)

“I leave thy shore, O hated Isle,
Where misery marked my days;”--

_A Farewell to Pope_: By John R. Thompson, of Virginia. (W. G.
S.)

“‘Hats off’ in the crowd, ‘Present arms’ in the line,
Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline”--

_Fast and Pray_: “I appoint Friday, Nov. 15th, a day of general
fasting and prayer,” Jefferson Davis. (Bohemian.)

“Soldier, on the whitened field,
Resting on thy burnished shield,”--

_Fast Day, Nov. 1861_: By Miss R. Powell of Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Hark to the silvery chiming
That stirs the quiet air,”--

_The Fate of the Republic_: (W. G. S. from the Charleston
_Mercury_.)

“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years--
Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”--

_The Federal Vandals_: Micah iv, 13: by Senex. (Note by author:
The writer has taken the liberty to vary and to apply to our
Northern foes part of an original poem in MSS. written by
himself.) (R. R. and under the title of _It is I!_ R. B. B.)

“They come, they come,--a motley crew
For rapine, rape and plunder met;”--

_The Federal Vendue_: Abraham Auctionarius Loquitur. (R. B. B.
27).

“And going--going! Step up, friends,
I’ve lots of lumber here to sell”--

_Few Days_: (Alsb.)

“Our country now is great and free, few days, few days;
And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;”--

_Fiat Justitia_: Dedicated to the Maryland Prisoners at Fort
Warren: by a Lady of Baltimore, H. Rebel. (E. V. M., under
title of _God Will Repay_ R. B. B.)

“There is no day however darkly clouded
But hath a brighter sun,”--

_Field of Glory_: By J. H. Hewitt.

“When upon the field of glory
’Mid the battle cry”--

_The Field of Williamsburg_: To Eugene: by C. C. (S. L. M.,
Aug. ’63.)

“Back to the field, whence yestere’en
The Vandal Horde were flying seen,”--

_The Fiend Unbound_: (W. G. S. from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

“No more with glad and happy cheer
And smiling face, doth Christmas come”--

_Fight On! Fight Ever!_ By Dr. D. M. Norfolk City Jail, Sept.
7, 1863. (C. C.)

“Still wave the stars and bars
O’er Sumter’s battered walls;”--

_The Fire of Freedom_: (W. G. S.)

“The holy fire that nerved the Greek
To make his stand at Marathon.”--

_First Love_: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. Johnson’s Island,
Ohio, Jan., 1865. (Sunny.)

“In the blithesome days of boyhood,
In the unforgotten past;”--

_Fishing in Troubled Waters_: (R. B. B. 87.)

“In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn ‘council’ met.
To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset.”--

_The Flag_: (R. B. B. 77.)

“The Stars and Stripes! is that the flag the Northern army waves,
To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?”--

_The Flag of Secession_: Air, “The Star Spangled Banner:” [by
Frederick Pinkney?] (R. B. B. 27.)

“Oh say can’t you see by the dawn’s early light
What you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,”--

_Flag of Our Country_: By a Lady of Winchester. (Broadside in
possession of Editor.)

“Flag of our country, we’re weeping for thee,
Dimm’d are the stars round the Palmetto tree”--

_Flag of the Free Eleven_: (Randolph.)

“Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze,
For the smile of approving Heaven”--

_The Flag of the Lone Star_: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of
N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“Hurrah for the Lone Star!
Up, up to the mast,”--

_The Flag of the South_: For the _Evening Star_: suggested by
the raising of the flag in Kansas City: by Charles P. Lenox.
(R. B. B. 26½.)

“Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze,
Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease.”--

_Flag of the South_: For the _Evening Star_: by J. H.,
Baltimore, Md. (R. B. B. 26½.)

“Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendor
The emblems of right and of triumph we see.”--

_Flag of the Southland_: Air, “I’m Afloat:” by Major E. W.
Cave, of Houston: (Alsb.)

“Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free!
Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!”--

_Flag of Truce_: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., 2nd Kentucky
Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, July, 1864.
(W. L.)

“Thou beautiful emblem of Peace--
White sail upon war’s bloody seas.”--

_Flight of Doodles_: (R. R.)

“I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun--
I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun”--

_The Foe at the Gates_: Charleston: by John Dickson Bruns, M.
D. (W. G. S.)

“Ring round her! children of her glorious skies
Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great,”--

_Fold It Up Carefully_: A reply to the lines entitled “The
Conquered Banner:” by Sir Henry Houghton, Bart. of England,
Oct., 1865. (The following, written in England, comes to us
from a friend in Virginia, who says it was sent by the author
to a gentleman in that state, and that it has not yet appeared
in print.) (E. V. M.)

“Gallant nation, foiled by numbers,
Say not that your hopes are fled;”--

_Follow! Boys, Follow!_ By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)

“Follow, brave boys, follow!
’Tis the roll-call of the drum,”--

_For Bales_: Air, “Johnny Fill up the Bowl.” (Fag.)

“We all went down to New Orleans,
For Bales, for Bales;”--

_For Punch_: (Bohemian from the _Southern Literary Messenger_.)

“For fifty years the world has rung
With nothing strange or new, sir,”--

_Forget? Never!_ By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)

“Can the mother forget the child of her love,
Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”--

_Fort Donelson Falls_: Written in great agony, 3 p. m., Feb.
17, [1862?]: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Demons, hark! those cannon booming;
Death howls over liberty,”--

_Fort Donelson: The Siege_: Feb., 1862: by Mrs. C. A. Warfield.
(E. V. M.)

“I cannot look on the sunshine
That breaks thro’ the clouds today”--

_Fort Moultrie_: For the _Courier_: by Carolina. Jan., 1861.
(R. N. S.)

“Long the pride of Carolina,
Cherished in our ‘heart of hearts,’”--

_Forts Morris and Moultrie_: (Bohemian.)

“Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes!
List! methinks I hear the strain”--

_Fort Sumter_: (R. R. from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

“It was a noble Roman
In Rome’s imperial day,”--

_Fort Sumter_: By H. (Bohemian from the New Orleans _Delta_.)

“Ask the Fort--let Peace prevail,
Claim the Fort--but yet forbear”--

_Fort Sumter_: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)

“Up through the water, towering high,”--

_Fort Sumter_: A Southern Song. Air, “Dearest May:” by Dr.
Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 26.)

“Come now and gather round me,
A story I’ll relate,”--

_Fort Wagner_: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S. from the
Charleston Mercury.)

“Glory unto the gallant boys who stood
At Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van,”--

_The 47th Va. Regiment_: At the Battle of Frazier’s Farm, June
30, 1862: by S. D. D. (S. L. M., March, 1863.)

“Virginians! let the foe now feel
What vengeance ours may be;”--

_The Four Brothers_: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)

“In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept,
O’er the form so cold and chill,”--

_A Fragment_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Why needst thou go away from me, my love?
Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt,”--

_A Fragment, Cabinet Council_: From the Charleston _Mercury_.
(P. & P. B.)

“Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak,
Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft--I did but dream!”--

_Freedom’s Call_: Air, “God Save the South.” Baltimore, June 1,
1862. (R. B. B. 28.)

“Southrons, to arms!
Justice with flaming sword,”--

_Freedom’s Muster Drum_: By John H. Hewitt. (Lee.)