Chapter 16

“Scarce seven hundred men they standIn tattered, rude array,”—

“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 alongMountains and rocks among,”—

“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”—

“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!”—

“Weep, Louisiana, weep the gallant dead!

Weave the green laurel o’er the undaunted head!”—

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

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

“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 uprearHer crest ’gainst the Furies that darken her sea?”—

“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 strandAn Empress, brave and loyal,”—

“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 precedesThe first fall of the snow,”—

“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 bandCompared to those who fight to win our land!”—

“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,”—

“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 RichmondSentinel.)

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

“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:”—

“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 chimesShed music on the air,”—

“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.”—

“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 fellUpon the bloody ground to die:”—

“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 overDay is almost done;”—

“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,”—

“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 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”—

“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.”—

“The wintry blast goes wailing by.

The snow is falling overhead.”—

Chronicle of Fort Sumter: (Bohemian from the CharlestonCourier.)

“Night lingered over quiet shore and bayIn grim repose where fort and battery lay,”—

“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 billowsZion’s harp hung on the willows,”—

“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 theChurch 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:”—

“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 shotRight at the heart of yon prowling vidette,”—

“Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot

Right at the heart of yon prowling vidette,”—

Cleburne: (Im.)

“How far and fast the autumn blastBeats the dead leaves o’er the ground:”—

“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 SelmaDispatch, 1864.)

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

“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,”—

“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,”—

“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!”—

“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 WestA manly shout for instant succor comes”—

“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,”—

“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 RichmondDispatch.)

“On the cold, white sandOf a wave-washed strand,”—

“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 denyA resolute people the right to be free”—

“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 wailAs if the voice of sadness, long and deep,”—

“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 oppressedIs Buckeye Gilbert, as must be confessed;”—

“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,”—

“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 beautyStands the city, Congaree!”—

“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,”—

“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!”—

“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 KThey are always on the sick list unless it’s ration day”—

“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,”—

“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 braveWhose mangled forms in many a grave”—

“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 MaconJournal.)

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

“From the broad and calm Potomac,

Is the Rio Grande’s waves,”—

The Confederate Dead: (C. C.)

“They sleep. Go not to Rome nor GreeceFor history knows no nobler race,”—

“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,”—

“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,”—

“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,”—

“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 gleamA people’s hope—and then refurled”—

“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”—

“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;”—

“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:”—

“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”—

“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:”—

“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 isA great and glorious benefit,”—

“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;”—

“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,”—

“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”—

“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 readThink not of him unkind”—

“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”—

“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,”—

“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,”—

“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 wearyRound its staff ’tis drooping dreary;”—

“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 omenThat our Senate shows virtue higher than Roman;”—

“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,”—

“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 massaWif de mustach on his face,”—

“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! comeTo drink thy balmy airs enchanting West”—

“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 reclineAt ease beneath”—

“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.”—MemphisAppeal. (W. G. S.)

“Lo! where Mississippi rollsOceanward its stream,”—

“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 GalvestonEvening News.

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

“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”—

“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 RichmondDispatch, copied from the Georgia papers.)

“Yankee Doodle fare you wellRice and cotton float you;”—

“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,”—

“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,—”

“Freedom calls you! Quick be ready,—

Rouse ye in the name of God,—”

Creation of Dixie: 1861. (C. C.)

“Created by a nation’s gleeWith jest and song and revelry”—

“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 dyingYoung, helpless and hopeless, a soldier is lying,”—

“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-crossThat lit a hundred fields,”—

“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!”—

“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”—

“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:”—

“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”—

“On the field of battle lying,

Was a youthful hero dying”—

Dead: By C. C. (Amaranth from the RichmondExaminer.)

“Dead! well I have written the word, and I gazeOn it still and again,”—

“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 partThe soft hair back from the pallid brow”—

“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 braveBeside the broad Potomac’s wave”—

“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,”—

“Close beside the broken grasses,

Near the setting of the day,”—

The Dead Soldier: (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Go where the dying soldiers lieEve blushing closes now her eye,”—

“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.”—

“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”—

“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;”—

“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,”—

“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,”—

“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,”—

“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,”—

“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 youthGone to his grave!”—

“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;”—

“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,”—

“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 lossOf a hero true and brave,”—

“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 RichmondTimes-Despatch.)

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

“’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 fallingWhose groans with the cannon peal blend,”—

“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.”—

“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’”—

“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 comingDost hear their stirring drums?”—

“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 trustThese winged thoughts of mine”—

“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!”—

“Turmoil, never, never ending!

Clamor, clangor, grasp and groan!”—

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

“A weight of suffering my spirit sealsAs I stand of life’s sweetest joys bereft,”—

“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 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 redHis mouth with tobacco bespread”—

“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,”—

“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:”—

“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”—

“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 byAnd gushing tears have filled the eye”—

“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;”—

“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”—

“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”—

“Hear ye that thrilling word—

Accent of dread”—

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

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