Chapter 19

“You have told me that you love me,That you worship at my shrine,”—

“You have told me that you love me,

That you worship at my shrine,”—

Ignivomus Cotton’s Letters to His Relatives in Kentucky: III, He Glorifieth Cotton. For the LouisvilleJournal. Charleston, S. C., Jan. 1862. (R. N. S.)

“Dear Uncle: I’m certain you never have thought onThe omnipotent greatness and glory of cotton:”—

“Dear Uncle: I’m certain you never have thought on

The omnipotent greatness and glory of cotton:”—

I’m Conscripted, Smith, Conscripted: By Albert Roberts of Nashville, Tenn. (Hubner.)

“I’m conscripted, Smith, conscripted!Ebb the subterfuges fast”—

“I’m conscripted, Smith, conscripted!

Ebb the subterfuges fast”—

I’m Going Home to Dixie: (Alsb.)

“There is a land where cotton grows,A land where milk and honey flows”—

“There is a land where cotton grows,

A land where milk and honey flows”—

Imogen: By Major General J. B. Magruder. (C. S. B.)

“Awake, dearest, awake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen;List! dearest! list! the dew gently falls, Imogen;”—

“Awake, dearest, awake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen;

List! dearest! list! the dew gently falls, Imogen;”—

Impromptu: By Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 42.)

“The South, the South, the glorious South,Now calls forth all her men,”—

“The South, the South, the glorious South,

Now calls forth all her men,”—

I’m Thinking of the Soldier: By Mary E. Smith, of Austin. (Alsb.)

“O, I’m thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall,As the twilight fairy sketches her sad pictures on the wall;”—

“O, I’m thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall,

As the twilight fairy sketches her sad pictures on the wall;”—

Independence Day: (E. V. M.)

“Oh! Freedom is a blessed thing!And men have marched in stricken fields,”—

“Oh! Freedom is a blessed thing!

And men have marched in stricken fields,”—

Independence Hymn: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian.)

“True sons of the South, from whose militant siresThe still-crested charter of Liberty sprung,”—

“True sons of the South, from whose militant sires

The still-crested charter of Liberty sprung,”—

In Divina Catena: (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Chain the eagle and veil his eyes!Torture him dumb and dim!”—

“Chain the eagle and veil his eyes!

Torture him dumb and dim!”—

In Death United: By G. A. M. Richmond, Va., 1861. (S. L. M., Jan. ’62.)

“Surely in life’s final momentsEre the spirit takes its flight,”—

“Surely in life’s final moments

Ere the spirit takes its flight,”—

Information Wanted: Of my son ——. He was known to be engaged in last ——s fight and cannot now be found. Was a private in Company —, —— Regiment, —— Volunteers. Any tidings of him will be gratefully received by his anxious father at —— House. (E. V. M.)

“Oh! stranger, can you tell me where,Where is my boy—my brave bright boy!”—

“Oh! stranger, can you tell me where,

Where is my boy—my brave bright boy!”—

In His Blanket on the Ground: By Caroline Howard Gervais, of Charleston. (Bohemian.)

“Weary, weary lies the soldierIn his blanket on the ground,”—

“Weary, weary lies the soldier

In his blanket on the ground,”—

In Hollywood—A Slumber Song: By Gillie Cary. (C. S. B.)

“O ye starry night skiesWith your thousand bright eyes,”—

“O ye starry night skies

With your thousand bright eyes,”—

In Memoriam Aeternam—My Brother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, July 8th, 1865. (Sunny.)

“When first the clarion blast of civil warBroke on the stillness of the mountain height;”—

“When first the clarion blast of civil war

Broke on the stillness of the mountain height;”—

In Memoriam of Colonel Benjamin F. Terry: Inscribed to General William J. Kyle: by W. M. Gilleland. Austin, Jan. 4, 1862. (Alsb.)

“The war steed is champing his bit with disdain,And wild is the flash of his eye,”—

“The war steed is champing his bit with disdain,

And wild is the flash of his eye,”—

In Memoriam, Our Right Reverend Father in God, Leonidas Polk: by Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

“Peace, troubled soul! The strife is done,This life’s fierce conflicts and its woes are ended;”—

“Peace, troubled soul! The strife is done,

This life’s fierce conflicts and its woes are ended;”—

In Memory of Ashby: By Iris. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63.)

“Weep, women of the Valley—weep, Virginia women, weep,Ho! warriors of the Southland, let not your vengeance sleep.”—

“Weep, women of the Valley—weep, Virginia women, weep,

Ho! warriors of the Southland, let not your vengeance sleep.”—

In Memory of Captain James Earwood: By Robin Reid. Clarksville, Ark. (Im.)

“In a quiet valley in ArkansasYou may find that lonely grave,”—

“In a quiet valley in Arkansas

You may find that lonely grave,”—

Inscribed to the Memory of Captain Courtland Prentice (Morgan’s Cavalry): By Kentucky. Sept. 27, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“O noble spirit! not in vainThy long three hours of direst pain!”—

“O noble spirit! not in vain

Thy long three hours of direst pain!”—

In the Dark: By Isa Craig, of England. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“He is down! He is struck in the darkBy command of his own;”—

“He is down! He is struck in the dark

By command of his own;”—

In the Fortress by the Sea: A fragment by W. E. Cameron. (C. C.)

“Silence, Oh mocking seaHush thy tone, for it angers me;”—

“Silence, Oh mocking sea

Hush thy tone, for it angers me;”—

In the Land Where We Were Dreaming: By Daniel B. Lucas, of Jefferson County, Va. (C. C.)

“Fair were our visions! Oh! they were as grandAs ever floated out of Fancy Land:”—

“Fair were our visions! Oh! they were as grand

As ever floated out of Fancy Land:”—

In the Soldiers’ Grave-Yard: By F. B. Atlanta, Ga., Aug. 21, 1864. (W. F.)

“Shoulder to shoulder there they rest.In lind of battle forever drest,”—

“Shoulder to shoulder there they rest.

In lind of battle forever drest,”—

In the Trenches: By F. B. Buzzard’s Boost, May 10, 1864. (W. F.)

“The rain is pouring with remorseless drops,The dampened breezes sigh,”—

“The rain is pouring with remorseless drops,

The dampened breezes sigh,”—

Invocation: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“Come, thou sweet friend, and cheer awhileThe brooding gloom of prison walls,”—

“Come, thou sweet friend, and cheer awhile

The brooding gloom of prison walls,”—

The Invocation: By B. W. W. (R. R.)

“God bless the land of flowersAnd turn its winter hours,”—

“God bless the land of flowers

And turn its winter hours,”—

I Remember the Hour When Sadly We Parted: (Companion Song toWhen This Cruel War Is Over). (Fag.)

“I remember the hour when sadly we parted,The tears on your pale cheeks glist’ning like dew,”—

“I remember the hour when sadly we parted,

The tears on your pale cheeks glist’ning like dew,”—

The Irish Battalion: (R. R.)

“When old Virginia took the field,And wanted men to rally on”—

“When old Virginia took the field,

And wanted men to rally on”—

The Irrepressible Conflict: Sonnet: by Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Then welcome be it, if indeed it beThe Irrepressible Conflict!”—

“Then welcome be it, if indeed it be

The Irrepressible Conflict!”—

I Shall Not Die: By a Prisoner in Solitary Confinement at Fort Delaware. (W. L.)

“I felt the power of intellect,I had the power of conscious strength;”—

“I felt the power of intellect,

I had the power of conscious strength;”—

Is There Nobody Hurt: Air, “Cocachelunk.” (R. B. B. 47.)

“Hark! the cries of widowed mothers,Coming from the Northern states:”—

“Hark! the cries of widowed mothers,

Coming from the Northern states:”—

Is There, Then, No Hope for the Nations?(W. G. S. From the CharlestonCourier.)

“Is there, then, no hope for the nations?Must the record of time be the same?”—

“Is there, then, no hope for the nations?

Must the record of time be the same?”—

Is This a Time to Dance?(W. G. S.)

“The breath of evening sweeps the plainAnd sheds its perfume in the dell,”—

“The breath of evening sweeps the plain

And sheds its perfume in the dell,”—

It Matters Little Whether Grief or Glee: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“It matters little whether grief or gleeIs life’s, short portion set apart for me:”—

“It matters little whether grief or glee

Is life’s, short portion set apart for me:”—

The Jacket of Gray—To Those Who Wore It: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)

“Fold it up carefully, lay it aside,Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride,”—

“Fold it up carefully, lay it aside,

Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride,”—

Jackson: By H. L. Flash, of Galveston, formerly of Mobile. (W. G. S. from the MobileAdvertiser and Register.)

“Not midst the lightning of the storm fightNot in the rush upon the vandal foe,”—

“Not midst the lightning of the storm fight

Not in the rush upon the vandal foe,”—

Jackson: Sonnet: by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“Thank God for such a hero! Fearless holdHis diamond character beneath the sun.”—

“Thank God for such a hero! Fearless hold

His diamond character beneath the sun.”—

Jackson, The Alexandria Martyr: By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. D., of Virginia. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. (W. G. S.)

“’Twas not the private insult galled him mostBut public outrage of his country’s flag,”—

“’Twas not the private insult galled him most

But public outrage of his country’s flag,”—

Jackson’s Fool-Cavalry: By Hard-Cracker. Camp of the “Used-Ups,” Sept. 26, 1862. (C. S. B.)

“Day after day our way has beenO’er many a hill and hollow”—

“Day after day our way has been

O’er many a hill and hollow”—

Jackson’s Requiem: Air, “Dearest Mae.” (Md. Hist. B.)

“That noted burglar, Ellsworth,We all remember well,”—

“That noted burglar, Ellsworth,

We all remember well,”—

Jackson’s Resignation: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (Fag. from theSouthern Illustrated News, April, 1863.)

“Well, we can whip them now, I guess,If Jackson has resigned,”—

“Well, we can whip them now, I guess,

If Jackson has resigned,”—

Jeff Davis in the White House: Air, “Ye Parliaments of England:” by a Lady, Daughter of One of the Old Defenders. (West. Res.)

“Ye Northern men in Washington,Your administration, too,”—

“Ye Northern men in Washington,

Your administration, too,”—

Jefferson Davis: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)

“Calm martyr of a noble cause,Upon thy form in vain,”—

“Calm martyr of a noble cause,

Upon thy form in vain,”—

Jefferson Davis: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M. from the HoustonTelegraph.)

“Mercy for a fallen chief!The angel, Peace, hath stilled the mighty storm;”—

“Mercy for a fallen chief!

The angel, Peace, hath stilled the mighty storm;”—

Jefferson Davis: By Wm. Munford. Dernier Resort, Montgomery Co., Va., Jan. 22, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“For spirit ever quickWith sword or rhetoric,”—

“For spirit ever quick

With sword or rhetoric,”—

Jefferson Davis: By A Southern Woman. (E. V. M.)

“The cell is lonely and the nightHas filled it with a darker gloom;”—

“The cell is lonely and the night

Has filled it with a darker gloom;”—

John Bell of Tennessee: Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” (R. B. B. 13.)

“There is a man of noble heartIn Tennessee does dwell,”—

“There is a man of noble heart

In Tennessee does dwell,”—

John Brown’s Entrance Into Hell: C. T. A., printer. Baltimore, March, 1863. (R. B. B. 10.)

“And now O! John on earth oppressed,You are with us a welcome guest,”—

“And now O! John on earth oppressed,

You are with us a welcome guest,”—

John Bull Turned Quaker: By M. W. Burwell. (S. L. M. April, ’63.)

“I’m much surprised to hear it, John,I am, upon my life,”—

“I’m much surprised to hear it, John,

I am, upon my life,”—

John Merryman: Air, “Old Dan Tucker.” (R. B. B. 64.)

“John Merryman, the MarylanderWould not stoop to Lincoln’s pander,”—

“John Merryman, the Marylander

Would not stoop to Lincoln’s pander,”—

John Morgan’s Credentials: (E. V. M.)

“John Morgan’s credentials—The very essentials,”—

“John Morgan’s credentials—

The very essentials,”—

John Morgan’s Grave: April 6, 1865. (W. L.)

“Beneath the sward in old VirginiaWhere the willow sheds its dew,”—

“Beneath the sward in old Virginia

Where the willow sheds its dew,”—

John Pegram: Fell at the head of his Division, Feb. 6, 1865, aged 33: by W. Gordon M’Cabe. (E. V. M.)

“What shall we say now of our gentle knight,Or how express the measure of our woe,”—

“What shall we say now of our gentle knight,

Or how express the measure of our woe,”—

John Pelham: By James R. Randall. Kelley’s Ford, March 17, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Just as the spring came laughing through the strife,With all its gorgeous cheer,”—

“Just as the spring came laughing through the strife,

With all its gorgeous cheer,”—

Johnny B. Magruder: By a Texian. (Alsb.)

“Come listen to my lay, of a man who came this way,You may never see a bolder, or a ruder;”—

“Come listen to my lay, of a man who came this way,

You may never see a bolder, or a ruder;”—

Johnson’s Island: By Lieutenant E. A. Holmes of Va. (Sunny.)

“Oh, who has not heard of that isle in Lake Erie,So guarded today—so unheeded before,”—

“Oh, who has not heard of that isle in Lake Erie,

So guarded today—so unheeded before,”—

Joseph Bowers: (Alsb.)

“My name it is Joe Bowers; I’ve got a brother Ike,I come from old Missouri; yes, all the way from Pike:”—

“My name it is Joe Bowers; I’ve got a brother Ike,

I come from old Missouri; yes, all the way from Pike:”—

Joy, My Kentucky!: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Joy, my Kentucky, thy night turns to morning,Eager thou risest at Liberty’s dawning;”—

“Joy, my Kentucky, thy night turns to morning,

Eager thou risest at Liberty’s dawning;”—

Just Before the Battle, Mother: To “Phoby Stubbs,” A. D., 1864. (C. C.)

“Just before the battle, Mother—I was drinking mountain dew”—

“Just before the battle, Mother—

I was drinking mountain dew”—

Justice Is Our Panoply: By De G. (R. R.)

“We’re free from Yankee despots,We’ve left the foul mud-sills.”—

“We’re free from Yankee despots,

We’ve left the foul mud-sills.”—

Keep Me Awake, Mother: Ballad: words by Mrs. Stratton: music by Joseph Hart Denck. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Forward, oh forward! time stays not his flight.I’m older and sadder and wiser tonight;”—

“Forward, oh forward! time stays not his flight.

I’m older and sadder and wiser tonight;”—

Kentuckians, To Arms!: Louisville, Ky., 1861. (R. B. B. 52.)

“Kentuckians, arise!You have lain too long in a stupor deep;”—

“Kentuckians, arise!

You have lain too long in a stupor deep;”—

Kentucky: By Estelle. (R. R.)

“Then, leave us not, Kentucky boys,Though thick upon thy border,”—

“Then, leave us not, Kentucky boys,

Though thick upon thy border,”—

Kentucky, April, 1861: By Aletheia. (W. L.)

“It is time for action, not ‘for memory and tears,’Then hush this childish wailing and banish craven fears.”—

“It is time for action, not ‘for memory and tears,’

Then hush this childish wailing and banish craven fears.”—

Kentucky, My Mother: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky, my mother,I lay my heart on thee!”—

“Kentucky, my mother,

I lay my heart on thee!”—

The Kentucky Partisan: By Paul H. Hayne. Charleston, March 29, 1862. S. L. M., April, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Hath the wily Swamp FoxCome again to earth?”—

“Hath the wily Swamp Fox

Come again to earth?”—

Kentucky Required to Yield Her Arms: By —— Boone. (W. G. S. from the RichmondDispatch.)

“Ho! will the despot trifleIn dwellings of the free”—

“Ho! will the despot trifle

In dwellings of the free”—

Kentucky, She Is Sold: By J. H. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. G. S.)

“A tear for ‘the dark and bloody ground,’For the land of hills and caves”—

“A tear for ‘the dark and bloody ground,’

For the land of hills and caves”—

Kentucky to the Rescue: Air, “I’ve Something Sweet to Tell You:” by Kentucky. June 7, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky to the rescue,For we are needed now;”—

“Kentucky to the rescue,

For we are needed now;”—

Kentucky Woman’s Song of the Shirt: Air, “The Dumb Wife:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“We work for brave and true’Tis but little we can do,”—

“We work for brave and true

’Tis but little we can do,”—

Kentucky’s Motto: On Her Seal: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“‘United We Stand, Divided We Fall’Rally, Corncrackers! Kentucky doth call”—

“‘United We Stand, Divided We Fall’

Rally, Corncrackers! Kentucky doth call”—

Killed—Wounded—Missing: (E. V. M. ’69.)

“’Tis midnight on the battle fieldThe dark field of the dead,”—

“’Tis midnight on the battle field

The dark field of the dead,”—

King Cotton: (S. L. M. Editor’s Table. April ’63.)

“Yes, Cotton is King, but I oftentimes fearThe King he resembles is possibly—Lear”—

“Yes, Cotton is King, but I oftentimes fear

The King he resembles is possibly—Lear”—

King Cotton: (R. B. B. 52.)

“Old Cotton is King, boys, ha! ha!With his locks so massive and white;”—

“Old Cotton is King, boys, ha! ha!

With his locks so massive and white;”—

King Scare: New Orleans, Oct. 16, 1861: (R. R.)

“The monarch that reigns in the warlike NorthAin’t Lincoln at all, I ween,”—

“The monarch that reigns in the warlike North

Ain’t Lincoln at all, I ween,”—

Kiss Me Before I Die, Mother: (J. M. S.)

“Kiss me before I die, Mother, oh press thy lips to mine,And twine thy loved arms around me, e’er life’s bright day decline,”—

“Kiss me before I die, Mother, oh press thy lips to mine,

And twine thy loved arms around me, e’er life’s bright day decline,”—

The Knell Shall Sound Once More: (W. G. S., from the CharlestonMercury.)

“I know that the knell shall sound once more,And the dirge be sung o’er a bloody grave,”—

“I know that the knell shall sound once more,

And the dirge be sung o’er a bloody grave,”—

Knitting For the Soldiers: By Mary J. Upshur. Norfolk, Va., Oct. 8, 1861. (Fag.)

“Knitting for the soldiers,How the needles fly!”—

“Knitting for the soldiers,

How the needles fly!”—

Lady Caroline’s Tea Party: By Hermine. (Bohemian from New OrleansCatholic Standard.)

“Long years ago he wooed her—she was shy of being won—Sure upon haughtier maiden ne’er shone the golden sun:”—

“Long years ago he wooed her—she was shy of being won—

Sure upon haughtier maiden ne’er shone the golden sun:”—

The Lament: By a Missourian. (W. L.)

“Where is the flag that once floated so proudly?Where the bright arms that once rang out so loudly?”—

“Where is the flag that once floated so proudly?

Where the bright arms that once rang out so loudly?”—

Land of King Cotton: Air, “Red, White and Blue:” by J. Augustine Signaigo. This was the favorite song of the Tennessee troops, but especially of the 13th and 154th Regiments. (W. G. S. from the MemphisAppeal, Dec. 18, 1861.)

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

“Oh! Dixie the land of King Cotton,

The home of the brave and the free,”—

The Land of Texas: Air, “Dixie:” by M. B. Smith, Company C., 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Texas is the land for me;On a winter morning the wind blows free;”—

“Texas is the land for me;

On a winter morning the wind blows free;”—

Land of the South!Air, “Happy Land.” (R. B. B. 53.)

“Land of the South!Whate’er my fate in life may be,”—

“Land of the South!

Whate’er my fate in life may be,”—

Land of the South: Air, “Friend of My Soul:” by R. F. Leonard. (R. R. from the MobileEvening News.)

“Land of the South! the fairest landBeneath Columbia’s sky!”—

“Land of the South! the fairest land

Beneath Columbia’s sky!”—

Land of Washington: Air, “Annie Laurie.” (Cav.)

“Virginia’s sons are valiant,Our courage none deny,”—

“Virginia’s sons are valiant,

Our courage none deny,”—

The Last Martial Button: By a Marylander, a staff officer of Stonewall Jackson’s Command. (C. C.)

“’Tis the last martial button left drooping alone,All its honored companions are cut off and gone”—

“’Tis the last martial button left drooping alone,

All its honored companions are cut off and gone”—

Last Night at Fort Donelson: Inscribed to Colonel Charles Johnson, of General Buckner’s Staff: by Kentucky. March 8, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Night falleth, grieve, on the exhausted menWho’ve won three battles in four days:”—

“Night falleth, grieve, on the exhausted men

Who’ve won three battles in four days:”—

The Last of Earth: A Prison Scene: by Colonel W. S. Hawkins. (S. S.)

“Last night a comrade sent in hasteFor me to soothe his fearful pain,”—

“Last night a comrade sent in haste

For me to soothe his fearful pain,”—

Last Race of the Rail-Splitter: (R. B. B. 54.)

“When Xerxes and when Cyrus led,When Bonaparte and Washington,”—

“When Xerxes and when Cyrus led,

When Bonaparte and Washington,”—

The Last Request: Lines found on the body of a S. C. Volunteer, killed at the Battle of Drainsville, 20 Dec., ’61, and sold by the Federal soldier who rifled the dead body to a Southern sympathiser. (S. B. P.)

“Oh! carry me back to my own loved Carolina shore;If on the battle field I fall, oh! take me home once more.”—

“Oh! carry me back to my own loved Carolina shore;

If on the battle field I fall, oh! take me home once more.”—

Last Request of Henry C. Magruder: Louisville, Oct. 20, 1865. (E. V. M.)

“O! wrap me not, when I am dead,In the ghastly winding sheet,”—

“O! wrap me not, when I am dead,

In the ghastly winding sheet,”—

Lays of the Corn Exchange: Number 1. (West. Res.)

“Secession triumphant! then each Rebel ImpShall rue it, or I’m not a government pimp.”—

“Secession triumphant! then each Rebel Imp

Shall rue it, or I’m not a government pimp.”—

The Lay of the Disgusted Yankee: On Hearing the News from Vicksburg. Dedicated to General B. F. Butler: by S. P. E. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“In these modern days of liberty as by Abe & Co. defined,It’s becoming rather dangerous to even have a mind,”—

“In these modern days of liberty as by Abe & Co. defined,

It’s becoming rather dangerous to even have a mind,”—

Leave It. Ah, No! The Land Is Ours: By Mrs. Mary J. Young. (Alsb.)

“Leave it, ah no! the land is our own,Though the flag that we loved is now furled!”—

“Leave it, ah no! the land is our own,

Though the flag that we loved is now furled!”—

Lee: Sonnet: by A. J. Requier. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63. Editor’s Table, from theMagnolia Weekly.)

“First of a race of heroes, whom the Fates—Wielding the wonders of an Iron age,”—

“First of a race of heroes, whom the Fates—

Wielding the wonders of an Iron age,”—

Lee at the Wilderness: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (Alsb.)

“’Twas a terrible moment!The blood and the rout!”—

“’Twas a terrible moment!

The blood and the rout!”—

Lee to the Rear: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M. from theCrescent Monthly.)

“Dawn of a pleasant morning in MayBroke through the Wilderness cool and gray,”—

“Dawn of a pleasant morning in May

Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray,”—

The Legion of Honor: By H. L. Flash. (W. G. S.)

“Why are we forever speaking,Of the warriors of old,”—

“Why are we forever speaking,

Of the warriors of old,”—

Leonidas Polk, Priest and Warrior: By E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)

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

“We hear a solemn saddening sound—

A mournful knell,”—

Let Him Be Free: A. D., 1865. (C. C.)

“Let him be free—his prison barsAre shadows on our fame”—

“Let him be free—his prison bars

Are shadows on our fame”—

Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother: By J. P. Ordway. (L. & L.)

“Let me kiss him for his mother,Let me kiss his dear youthful brow,”—

“Let me kiss him for his mother,

Let me kiss his dear youthful brow,”—

Let the Bugle Blow!By W. Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.)

“Let the bugle blow along the mountains!Shrilly blow! shrilly blow!”—

“Let the bugle blow along the mountains!

Shrilly blow! shrilly blow!”—

Let the Drum’s Deep Tones: By G. B. S., Cottage Home. (W. L.)

“Let the drum’s deep tones be muffledPut the bugle far away,”—

“Let the drum’s deep tones be muffled

Put the bugle far away,”—

Let Us Cross Over the River and Rest Under the Shade of the Trees: By James. (E. V. M.)

“‘Over the river,’ a voice meekly said,Whose clarion tones had thousands obeyed,”—

“‘Over the river,’ a voice meekly said,

Whose clarion tones had thousands obeyed,”—

Letter: (Amaranth from theMaryland Mail Bag, 1863.)

“What! clasp your red hands and with brotherly trustGive our faith to the cheat you called Union, before?”—

“What! clasp your red hands and with brotherly trust

Give our faith to the cheat you called Union, before?”—

Liberty or Death: Same asSouthern Song of Liberty. (R. B. B., 54):

“On! on! to the just and glorious strifeWith your swords your freedom shielding;”—

“On! on! to the just and glorious strife

With your swords your freedom shielding;”—

Liberty or Death: By Lutha Fontelle. (S. L. M., June, ’62.)

“Fair Liberty, the peerless high-born maidNursed in Olympus sacred, classic shade,”—

“Fair Liberty, the peerless high-born maid

Nursed in Olympus sacred, classic shade,”—

The Liberty Tree: (West. Res.)

“In the clearest of light from the regions of day,The Goddess of Liberty came,”—

“In the clearest of light from the regions of day,

The Goddess of Liberty came,”—

Life in Prison: Air, “Louisiana Lowlands:” by Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A. Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.)

“Come listen to my ditty, it will while away a minute,And if I didn’t think so I never would begin it,”—

“Come listen to my ditty, it will while away a minute,

And if I didn’t think so I never would begin it,”—

A Life on the Vicksburg Hills: Air, “A Life on the Ocean Wave.” Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.)

“A life on the Vicksburg hills, a home in the trenches deep,A dodge from the Yankee shells, and the old pea bread won’t keep.”—

“A life on the Vicksburg hills, a home in the trenches deep,

A dodge from the Yankee shells, and the old pea bread won’t keep.”—

Lilies of the Valley: Inscribed to the friends who sent them: by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. Rochester, May, 1864. (E. V. M.)

“Lady,—the fairy blossoms you have culled for me today,Modest, dainty vestal lilies, clustering on the path of May,”—

“Lady,—the fairy blossoms you have culled for me today,

Modest, dainty vestal lilies, clustering on the path of May,”—

Lincoln Going to Canaan: (Hopkins.)

“At Pensacola Landing the South has made a standing,To resist an invasion they’re preparing,”—

“At Pensacola Landing the South has made a standing,

To resist an invasion they’re preparing,”—

Lincoln On a Raid: Air, “Sitting on a Rail.” (R. R. B., 60.)

“Come all you fellows that love a joke,And fun at each other love to poke,”—

“Come all you fellows that love a joke,

And fun at each other love to poke,”—

Lincoln’s Inaugural Address: By A Southern Rights Man. (R. R. from the BaltimoreRepublican, Baltimore, April 23, 1861.)

“I come at the people’s mad-jority call,To open the North’s quaternary ball,”—

“I come at the people’s mad-jority call,

To open the North’s quaternary ball,”—

Lincoln’s Royal Reception: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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