THE BAND IN THE PINES.
BY JOHN ESTEN COOKE.[15]
SONG OF OUR GLORIOUS SOUTHLAND.
BY MRS. MARY WARE.
OLD BETSY.
BY JOHN KILLUM.
NO SURRENDER.
ARM FOR THE SOUTHERN LAND.
BY GEN. MIRABEAU B. LAMAR.
THINKING OF THE SOLDIERS.
THE DYING SOLDIER.
BY JAMES A. MECKLIN.
PENSACOLA: TO MY SON.
BY M. S.
THE VOLUNTEERS TO THE “MELISH.”
BY WM. C. ESTRES.
THE TURTLE.
JACKSON.
BY HENRY L. FLASH.
SONG OF THE PRIVATEER.
BY ALEX H. CUMMINS.
NO UNION MEN.
BY MILLIE MAYFIELD.
“On the 21st, five of the enemy’s steamers approached Washington, N. C., and landed a hundred Yankees, who marched through the town, playing ‘Yankee Doodle,’ hoisted their flag on the court-house, and destroyed gun-carriages and an unfinished gun-boat in the ship-yard. The people preserved a sullen and unresisting silence. The Yankeesthen left, saying they were disappointed in not finding Union men.”—Telegram from Charleston, March 29, 1862.
HARP OF THE SOUTH.
A SONNET. BY “CORA.”
WHAT THE SPIRITS OF THE FATHERS OF THE FIRST REVOLUTION SAY TO THEIR SONS NOW ENGAGED IN THE SECOND.
BY HENRY LOMAS.
HEART-VICTORIES.
BY A SOLDIER’S WIFE.
SEVENTY-SIX AND SIXTY-ONE.
BY JOHN W. OVERALL.
KENTUCKY.
BY ESTELLE.
A POEM WHICH NEEDS NO DEDICATION.
BY JAMES BARRON HOPE.
GOD SAVE THE SOUTH.
BY REUBEN NASON.
ON! SOUTHRON, ON!
BY GEN. M. B. LAMAR.
CIVILE BELLUM.
“In this fearful struggle between North and South there are hundreds of cases in which fathers are arrayed against sons, brothers against brothers.”—American paper.
“FOLLOW, BOYS! FOLLOW!”
BY MILLIE MAYFIELD.
THE SWORD OF ROBERT LEE.
BY FATHER A. J. RYAN.
BOMBARDMENT OF VICKSBURG.
BY PAUL H. HAYNE.
Dedicated with respect and admiration to Major-General Earl Van Dorn.
“THE YANKEE DEVIL.”
BY W. P. RIVERS.