Chapter 20

“First Caesar came, and bowed the knee to oneWho reigns in Washington:”—

“First Caesar came, and bowed the knee to one

Who reigns in Washington:”—

Lines: (E. V. M.)

“He lay among the dying, and the battle raged near by,Upon the moist sod lying he was left to bleed and die,”—

“He lay among the dying, and the battle raged near by,

Upon the moist sod lying he was left to bleed and die,”—

Lines: By Florence Anderson. (E. V. M.)

“They fell on the march, while Hope was bright,Before the clouds of Disaster’s fright,”—

“They fell on the march, while Hope was bright,

Before the clouds of Disaster’s fright,”—

Lines: By Cyrille Merle, Columbia, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“‘I am the resurrection,’Read the priest in solemn tone,”—

“‘I am the resurrection,’

Read the priest in solemn tone,”—

Lines After Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“We have suffered defeat, as the bravest may suffer;Shall we leave unavenged our dead comrades’ gore?”—

“We have suffered defeat, as the bravest may suffer;

Shall we leave unavenged our dead comrades’ gore?”—

The Lines Around Petersburg: By Samuel Davis, of N. C. (W. G. S.)

“Oh, silence, silence! now when night is near,And I am left alone,”—

“Oh, silence, silence! now when night is near,

And I am left alone,”—

Lines by a Volunteer: (Im.)

“Do not think that the volunteer selfishly pinesAt the hardships that fall to his share;”—

“Do not think that the volunteer selfishly pines

At the hardships that fall to his share;”—

Lines, General Otho F. Strahl: By F. (Amaranth.)

“Amid a scene of carnage,Where the dead and wounded lay,”—

“Amid a scene of carnage,

Where the dead and wounded lay,”—

Lines on Captain Beall: By Colonel Hawkins, C. S. A. (E. V. M.)

“Make not my grave in the valley yet,’Neath the sod of an alien let it be,”—

“Make not my grave in the valley yet,

’Neath the sod of an alien let it be,”—

Lines on the Death of Annie Carter Lee, daughter of General Robert E. Lee, C. S. A.: died at Jones’ Springs, Warren County, N. C., October 20, 1862: by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke, of N. C.] (S. L. M., Editor’s Table, November and December, 1862.) (E. V. M.)

Lines on the Death of Colonel B. F. Terry: By J. R. Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. Dec. 18, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“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,”—

Lines on the Death of Lieutenant General T. J. Jackson, C. S. A.: (R. B. B. 51.)

“Cold is his brow, and the dew of the eveningHangs damp o’er that form so noble and brave”—

“Cold is his brow, and the dew of the evening

Hangs damp o’er that form so noble and brave”—

Lines On the Death of Lieutenant John B. Bowles: By Florence Anderson. (W. L.)

“Never again! ah, never againShall he march proudly o’er the plain,”—

“Never again! ah, never again

Shall he march proudly o’er the plain,”—

Lines On the Death of Major General E. Van Dorn, C. S. A.: (R. B. B. 113.)

“The bold and noble Earle van DornThe good old Southern brave,”—

“The bold and noble Earle van Dorn

The good old Southern brave,”—

Lines On the Death of Major H. S. McConnell: (Im.)

“In thy young manhood thou art slain,Shot! dead! it must be so;”—

“In thy young manhood thou art slain,

Shot! dead! it must be so;”—

Lines On the Death of Major Hall S. McConnell: By Mattie Lewis. (Im.)

“He has fallen, the patriot, brother and son,The pride of his comrades. He who to victory led on,”—

“He has fallen, the patriot, brother and son,

The pride of his comrades. He who to victory led on,”—

Lines On the Death of Stonewall Jackson: Philadelphia, May, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“The city stirs this morn;From careless or from eager lips there flits,”—

“The city stirs this morn;

From careless or from eager lips there flits,”—

Lines On the Death of the Confederate General Albert Sidney Johnston, of Kentucky, who fell at the battle of Shiloh, Miss., Sunday, April 6, 1862. (R. B. B. 51.)

“Thou art gone to thy restThou brave fearless soldier,”—

“Thou art gone to thy rest

Thou brave fearless soldier,”—

Lines On the Death of W. H. H. Parry, who died at Gloucester Point, Sept. 19, 1861: by Mary. (S. L. M., Editor’s Table, Dec., ’61.)

“The cannon may roar but he hears not the sound,For he ‘sleeps his last sleep’ in the cold damp ground:”—

“The cannon may roar but he hears not the sound,

For he ‘sleeps his last sleep’ in the cold damp ground:”—

Lines On the Presentation of a Confederate Flag: (W. L.)

“Our banner hidden from the light of day,Where tyrant minions hold a despot sway,”—

“Our banner hidden from the light of day,

Where tyrant minions hold a despot sway,”—

Lines On the Proclamation—Issued by the Tyrant Lincoln, April First, 1863: by a Rebel. (R. B. B. 54.)

“We have read the tyrant’s order,And the signet to the rule,”—

“We have read the tyrant’s order,

And the signet to the rule,”—

Lines Sacred to the Memory of Captain Henry C. Gorrell, of Greensborough, N. C., of the 2nd N. C. Regiment, who fell in an attack which he led against the Federal Batteries in the battle of Fair Oaks, June 14, 1862. May He Rest in Peace: by a Friend of the Cause. (R. B. B. 34.)

“They laid him away in the cold damp groundOn the banks of a Southern stream.”—

“They laid him away in the cold damp ground

On the banks of a Southern stream.”—

Lines Suggested By the Death of Dr. Kane: For the BaltimoreAmerican. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)

“Forever gone, thou glorious chief,Not of embattled hosts the head,”—

“Forever gone, thou glorious chief,

Not of embattled hosts the head,”—

Lines To A Confederate Flag: By F. H. Hotel du Louvre, Nov. 21, 1863. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Dear Flag of my country! all hail to thy bars!All hail to thine azure field, circled with stars!”—

“Dear Flag of my country! all hail to thy bars!

All hail to thine azure field, circled with stars!”—

Lines To General N. B. Forrest: By Rosalie Miller, Montgomery, Ala., July, 1864. (Amaranth.)

“Brave Forrest, like a storm-king sweepsO’er the vile invaders’ path;”—

“Brave Forrest, like a storm-king sweeps

O’er the vile invaders’ path;”—

Lines To Lee: Written at the time of Hooker’s invasion: by Mrs. C. A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“They are pouring down upon you,Gallant Lee,”—

“They are pouring down upon you,

Gallant Lee,”—

Lines To the Southern Banner: (R. R.)

“Dear flag! that wooes the morning airThat floats upon the midnight breeze,”—

“Dear flag! that wooes the morning air

That floats upon the midnight breeze,”—

Lines To the Tyrant: By Henry C. Alexander. S. L. M., Dec., 1861: (Bohemian.)

“The legion is armed for the battle,The charger is hot for the fray,”—

“The legion is armed for the battle,

The charger is hot for the fray,”—

Lines Written During These Gloomy Times, To Him Who Despairs: By Professor J. H. Hewitt. Spoken at the Richmond “Varieties”: by Mr. Ogden, Wednesday night, May 7, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Though our roofs be on fire, though our rivers run blood,Though their flag’s on the hill, on the plain, on the flood,”—

“Though our roofs be on fire, though our rivers run blood,

Though their flag’s on the hill, on the plain, on the flood,”—

Lines Written in Fort Warren: By a Captive. S. L. M. Editor’s Table, Jan., 1862. (R. R.)

“See ye not that the day is breaking,Freemen from their slumbers waking,”—

“See ye not that the day is breaking,

Freemen from their slumbers waking,”—

Lines Written in Fort Warren: By G. W. B. Fort Warren, Sept. 3, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Wild flowers gathered from the hillsSunlit clouds on evening sky”—

“Wild flowers gathered from the hills

Sunlit clouds on evening sky”—

Lines Written July 15, 1865, the day the Confederate soldiers in N. C. were ordered to take off their uniforms: by A. L. D. Raleigh, N. C. (E. V. M.)

“Let others sing of conquerors great,Far famed in minstrel story,”—

“Let others sing of conquerors great,

Far famed in minstrel story,”—

Lines Written on Receiving Some Pressed Leaves and Flowers From Home: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, Oct., ’64. (W. L.)

“Bright leaves and flowers from Vernon’s bowers,Ye call to mind home memories sweet,”—

“Bright leaves and flowers from Vernon’s bowers,

Ye call to mind home memories sweet,”—

Listening: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy: (Sunny.)

“Under the evening shadows,Ere the long day was done,”—

“Under the evening shadows,

Ere the long day was done,”—

A Litany for 1861: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O God, our God, in this our hour of darkAnd bitter dread, we flee to Thee.”—

“O God, our God, in this our hour of dark

And bitter dread, we flee to Thee.”—

Little Footsteps: By Mary J. Upshur of Norfolk, Va. (E. V. M.)

“I sit in the summer moonlight,And watched the flecked floor,”—

“I sit in the summer moonlight,

And watched the flecked floor,”—

Little Giffen: By Francis O. Ticknor. (C. S. B.)

“Out of the focal and foremost fire,Out of the hospital walls as dire,”—

“Out of the focal and foremost fire,

Out of the hospital walls as dire,”—

Little Sogers: (R. B. B. 56.)

“What’s the matter, little sogers,Why run up and down the land,”—

“What’s the matter, little sogers,

Why run up and down the land,”—

The Little White Glove: By Paul H. Hayne of S. C. (Amaranth from theSouthern Illustrated News.)

“The early Springtime faintly flushed the earth,And in the woods, and by their favorite stream,”—

“The early Springtime faintly flushed the earth,

And in the woods, and by their favorite stream,”—

Living and Dying: By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”). (Sunny.)

“I would not die on the battle field,Where the missiles are flying wild;”—

“I would not die on the battle field,

Where the missiles are flying wild;”—

The London Times Courier: A Ballad, not by Campbell: by P. H. D. (P. & P. B. from the New OrleansPicayune.)

“A horseman from Manassas boundCries, ‘Soldier, noble soldier’”—

“A horseman from Manassas bound

Cries, ‘Soldier, noble soldier’”—

The Lonely Grave: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. Charleston, June 7. (E. V. M.)

“In a sheltered nook on Potomac’s shore,Where the earth is crimsoned with Southern gore,”—

“In a sheltered nook on Potomac’s shore,

Where the earth is crimsoned with Southern gore,”—

The Lone Sentry: By James R. Randall. (S. S.)

“’Twas as the dying of the day,The darkness grew so still;”—

“’Twas as the dying of the day,

The darkness grew so still;”—

Lone Star Banner of the Free: Air, “Rule Britannia:” by Major E. W. Cave. (Alsb.)

“When first from out a sky of gloomThe Lone Star lit a nation’s way,”—

“When first from out a sky of gloom

The Lone Star lit a nation’s way,”—

The Lone Star Camp Song: As sung by Joe Cook, the American Comedian. Published in Baltimore, 19 April, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.)

“Our rifles are ready, and ready are we,Neither fear, care, nor sorrow in this Company,”—

“Our rifles are ready, and ready are we,

Neither fear, care, nor sorrow in this Company,”—

The Lone Star Flag: On the Secession of Texas: by H. L. Flash. (Bohemian.)

“Up with the Lone Star banner!Its hues are still as bright,”—

“Up with the Lone Star banner!

Its hues are still as bright,”—

Lone Texas Star: Air, “American Star:” by M. B. Smith. (Alsb.)

“Come, all ye brave Texians! your country is calling,Come, take up your arms, and let’s hasten away!”—

“Come, all ye brave Texians! your country is calling,

Come, take up your arms, and let’s hasten away!”—

Louisiana: (E. V. M.)

“Ho! LouisianaThere is no clime like thine,”—

“Ho! Louisiana

There is no clime like thine,”—

Louisiana: A Patriotic Ode. (R. B. B. 59.)

“Louisiana! dear Pelican mother, ariseSeize the lightnings that ’lumine the vault of the skies,”—

“Louisiana! dear Pelican mother, arise

Seize the lightnings that ’lumine the vault of the skies,”—

Loved and Lost: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)

“I have a rose—a faded rose,Sweeter than many a fairer flower;”—

“I have a rose—a faded rose,

Sweeter than many a fairer flower;”—

Love Letter: By Major L. G. Levy. (Sunny.)

“I promised once to write thee, and I write:What can I tell thee, dear, thou dost not know?”—

“I promised once to write thee, and I write:

What can I tell thee, dear, thou dost not know?”—

Major General S. B. Buckner’s Chivalry: An Imagination: Air, “Allen Percy.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“A Southern woman bowed in weeping, stood,Amid a crowd, unfeeling, selfish, rude,”—

“A Southern woman bowed in weeping, stood,

Amid a crowd, unfeeling, selfish, rude,”—

Manassas: By A Rebel, Hanover Co., Va., July 30, 1861. (R. R.)

“Upon our country’s border layHolding the ruthless foe at bay,”—

“Upon our country’s border lay

Holding the ruthless foe at bay,”—

Manassas: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield, July 1861. (E. V. M.)

“They have met at last, as storm cloudsMeet in heaven,”—

“They have met at last, as storm clouds

Meet in heaven,”—

Manassas Races: Popular Newspaper Version. (W. L.)

“The mighty army of the North is whipped. And its remainsAre scattered in confusion o’er Virginia’s sandy plains,”—

“The mighty army of the North is whipped. And its remains

Are scattered in confusion o’er Virginia’s sandy plains,”—

Manassas, 21 July, 1861: By Mrs. Mary S. Whitaker. (S. L. M. August, 1861, from the Richmond Despatch, August 12, 1861.)

“Brightly gleamed the dazzling summer sky,Wide waved the forests vast and green,”—

“Brightly gleamed the dazzling summer sky,

Wide waved the forests vast and green,”—

Mansfield Run: (Alsb.)

“Come, good folks, and listen to a dittyOf the year sixty-four:”—

“Come, good folks, and listen to a ditty

Of the year sixty-four:”—

The March: By John W. Overall. (R. R.)

“Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp!Go the Southern braves to battle,”—

“Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp!

Go the Southern braves to battle,”—

The March of the Maryland Men: (R. B. B.)

“There’s many a son of old Maryland’s soilIn the South who have rushed to the field:”—

“There’s many a son of old Maryland’s soil

In the South who have rushed to the field:”—

March of the Southern Men: Air, To an old Scotch Air: printed by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M. 1863.)

“There are many brave men in this Southern landWho have hurried away to the field,”—

“There are many brave men in this Southern land

Who have hurried away to the field,”—

The March of the Spoiler: (Amaranth.)

“One by one the leaves are shakenFrom the tree”—

“One by one the leaves are shaken

From the tree”—

March on! Carolinians, March on!By Mrs. Farley, Louisville, Nov. 20, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“March on, Carolinians; our hearts leap so highWhen the young and devoted so martyr-like die;”—

“March on, Carolinians; our hearts leap so high

When the young and devoted so martyr-like die;”—

Marching to Death: By J. Herbert Sass, South Carolina, 1862. (W. G. S.)

“The last farewells are breathed by loving lips,The last fond prayer for darling ones is said,”—

“The last farewells are breathed by loving lips,

The last fond prayer for darling ones is said,”—

The Marseilles Hymn—Translated and Adapted as an Ode: By E. F. Porter of Alabama. (R. R. from the NashvilleGazette.)

“Sons of the South, arise! awake! be free!Behold! the day of Southern glory comes,”—

“Sons of the South, arise! awake! be free!

Behold! the day of Southern glory comes,”—

The Martyr of Alexandria: By James W. Simms, Indianola, Texas. (Bohemian, from the New OrleansCrescent.)

“Revealed as in a lightning flash,A hero stood!”—

“Revealed as in a lightning flash,

A hero stood!”—

Martyrs of Texas: Air, “He’s Gone from the Mountain.” By Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.)

“They’ve gone from the prairies; its groves and wild flowers,They’ve gone from the forest—its wild tangled bowers;”—

“They’ve gone from the prairies; its groves and wild flowers,

They’ve gone from the forest—its wild tangled bowers;”—

The Martyrs of the South: By A. B. Meek, Alabama. (Sunny.)

“Oh, weep not for the gallant heartsWho fell in battle’s day;”—

“Oh, weep not for the gallant hearts

Who fell in battle’s day;”—

Maryland!(B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)

“Maryland, Maryland!Stainless in story”—

“Maryland, Maryland!

Stainless in story”—

Maryland: By Rev. John C. McCabe, D.D. (Late of Md., Chaplain C. S. A.) November, 1861. (S. L. M.)

“Up, men of Maryland nor sleep,While foemen bind your limbs in chains,”—

“Up, men of Maryland nor sleep,

While foemen bind your limbs in chains,”—

Maryland: A Fragment: (R. B. B. 73.)

“Refreshed in wonted mightBy the passing hours of night,”—

“Refreshed in wonted might

By the passing hours of night,”—

Maryland In Chains: By Mrs. O. K. Whitaker, South Carolina. (R. B. B. 73 from the RichmondExaminer, May 14, 1861.)

“Oh vain is the splendor of blue-curtained skies,The pomp of tall forests that round one arise:”—

“Oh vain is the splendor of blue-curtained skies,

The pomp of tall forests that round one arise:”—

Maryland in Fetters!(R. B. B. 82.)

“How beautiful in tears!Dear noble state:”—

“How beautiful in tears!

Dear noble state:”—

The Maryland Line: By J. D. McCabe, Jr. (W. G. S.)

“By old Potomac’s rushing tide,Our bayonets are gleaming,”—

“By old Potomac’s rushing tide,

Our bayonets are gleaming,”—

Maryland, Lost Maryland: (S. L. M., January, ’63, Ed.’s Table from the RaleighStandard.)

“The despot’s heel thou dost adore,Maryland, fie! Maryland,”—

“The despot’s heel thou dost adore,

Maryland, fie! Maryland,”—

The Maryland Martyrs: (R. B. B. 79.)

“They bore them to a gloomy cell,And barred them from the light,”—

“They bore them to a gloomy cell,

And barred them from the light,”—

Maryland, Our Mother: Written at the Request of Many Exiled Marylanders: By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. Richmond, Va., November 24, 1861. (S. L. M., Dec. 1861.)

“O Maryland, dear Maryland! our hearts still turn to thee!We often, weeping, ask and say ‘when, when wilt thou be free?’”—

“O Maryland, dear Maryland! our hearts still turn to thee!

We often, weeping, ask and say ‘when, when wilt thou be free?’”—

Maryland, My Home: By Louis Bonsal. (R. B. B.)

“Sweet Maryland, thy groves are green,And sparkling as thy rills,”—

“Sweet Maryland, thy groves are green,

And sparkling as thy rills,”—

Maryland, My Home: (R. B. B.)

“Come listen while I sing to you,Of Maryland, my Maryland,”—

“Come listen while I sing to you,

Of Maryland, my Maryland,”—

Maryland: Zouaves’ Own: Respectfully dedicated to the 1st regiment Maryland Zouaves by their friend G. W. Alexander, Adjutant of the regiment. (R. B. B.)

“We are bound all hands for the land of cotton,Old seventy-six is not forgotten,”—

“We are bound all hands for the land of cotton,

Old seventy-six is not forgotten,”—

The Marylander at Manassas: A Fact: By N. G. R. [Dr. N. G. Ridgely.] Baltimore, December 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 64.)

“Dusty and weary I laid me downTo take my rest on the blood-wet ground”—

“Dusty and weary I laid me down

To take my rest on the blood-wet ground”—

The Marylander’s Good-Bye: Air, “The White Rose:” by B. (R. B. B.)

“Adieu! Adieu! dear Maryland,I arm at freedom’s call”—

“Adieu! Adieu! dear Maryland,

I arm at freedom’s call”—

Maryland’s Appeal: Air, “The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls.” (R. B. B. 84.)

“Oh Maryland, enslaved, opprest,Insulted in thy woes,”—

“Oh Maryland, enslaved, opprest,

Insulted in thy woes,”—

Maryland’s Lament for Jackson: By Baltimore, June, 1863. (R. B. B.)

“Gone from us—gone from us,Hero and friend;”—

“Gone from us—gone from us,

Hero and friend;”—

The Massachusetts Regiments: A Prose, not a prize poem, dedicated (without permission) to the “Mutual Admiration Society” of the Modern Athens, of which the Atlantic Monthly is at once the trumpet and organ. By Oats, of Virginia. (S. L. M., June 1861.)

“Here they come! Here they come, to the roll of the drum,Zigzag tagrag, bobtail, hobnail, all in martial array,”—

“Here they come! Here they come, to the roll of the drum,

Zigzag tagrag, bobtail, hobnail, all in martial array,”—

Maxcy Gregg: By C. G. P. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Long have I lingered by the lovely mount,Where our great hero lies,”—

“Long have I lingered by the lovely mount,

Where our great hero lies,”—

Major Brown: Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (R. B. B. 68.)

“Gather round all friends and neighbors,Citizens of this good town,”—

“Gather round all friends and neighbors,

Citizens of this good town,”—

McClellan’s Soliloquy: By a Daughter of Georgia. (P. & P. B. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“Advance or not advance, that is the questionWhether ’tis better in the mind to suffer,”—

“Advance or not advance, that is the question

Whether ’tis better in the mind to suffer,”—

Melt the Bells: By F. V. Rocket, in the MemphisAppeal. (W. G. S.)

“Melt the bells, melt the bells,Still the tinkling on the plains,”—

“Melt the bells, melt the bells,

Still the tinkling on the plains,”—

The Men: By Maurice Bell. (W. G. S.)

“In the dusk of the forest shade,A sallow and dusty group reclined,”—

“In the dusk of the forest shade,

A sallow and dusty group reclined,”—

Men in Lace and Braid: By An Old Maid. (C. C.)

“Standing on the cornerDecked in braid and lace,”—

“Standing on the corner

Decked in braid and lace,”—

Men of the South!By G. B. J. (S. L. M., May, 1861.)

“Awake ye, awake, Freedom’s band!See ye not the flaming brand,”—

“Awake ye, awake, Freedom’s band!

See ye not the flaming brand,”—

The Merrimac: By Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the CharlestonCourier.)

“We listened to the thunderOf her mighty guns for hours,”—

“We listened to the thunder

Of her mighty guns for hours,”—

The Merry Little Soldier: John Hopkins, Printer. New Levee St., 4th D. (Wash’n. 123.)

“I’m a merry little soldier,Fearing neither wound nor scar,”—

“I’m a merry little soldier,

Fearing neither wound nor scar,”—

The Midnight Ride: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.)

“I ride the cold and dark night throughNo moon or stars to point the way,”—

“I ride the cold and dark night through

No moon or stars to point the way,”—

Minding the Gap: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M., from the HoustonTelegraph.)

“There is a radiant beauty on the hills,The year before us walks with added bloom,”—

“There is a radiant beauty on the hills,

The year before us walks with added bloom,”—

The Minstrel and the Queen: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“I think of the pleasures that once were mine,In the beautiful days that shall be no more,”—

“I think of the pleasures that once were mine,

In the beautiful days that shall be no more,”—

Missing: (W. G. S.)

“In the cool sweet hush of a wooded nook,Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,”—

“In the cool sweet hush of a wooded nook,

Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,”—

Missing: By Mrs. F. A. Moore. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Not among the suffering wounded;Not among the peaceful dead;”—

“Not among the suffering wounded;

Not among the peaceful dead;”—

Missouri Massacre: (S. L. M., Jan. ’63.)

“He heard the children’s plaintive wrath,He heard the wife, with frantic cry,”—

“He heard the children’s plaintive wrath,

He heard the wife, with frantic cry,”—

Missouri, Or A Voice from the South: By Harry Macarthy. (Alsb.)

“Missouri, Missouri! bright land of the West,Where the way-worn emigrant always found rest;”—

“Missouri, Missouri! bright land of the West,

Where the way-worn emigrant always found rest;”—

A Modern Knight-Errant: By Kentucky, September, 1861. (S. O. S.)

“This morn a little blackamoorBrought me a funny thing, she said;”—

“This morn a little blackamoor

Brought me a funny thing, she said;”—

Monody on Jackson: By The Exile. (S. S.)

“Ay, toll! toll! toll!Toll the funeral bell!”—

“Ay, toll! toll! toll!

Toll the funeral bell!”—

Monody on Major W. L. Thornton: By Col. C. G. Forsbey. (Alsb.)

“Toll, toll, for the gallant Thornton! give sighs for the noble dead!Let tears but flow, like the torrent of life for his country shed,”—

“Toll, toll, for the gallant Thornton! give sighs for the noble dead!

Let tears but flow, like the torrent of life for his country shed,”—

Moral of Party: Sonnet: By W. G. Simms. S. L. M., February and March, 1862. (W. G. S. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“The moral of a party, if it beThat healthy States need parties, lies in this,”—

“The moral of a party, if it be

That healthy States need parties, lies in this,”—

Morgan’s Cavalry and The Girls: Air, “Coming through the Rye.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“If brave Southron meet our MorganComing through Kentuck,”—

“If brave Southron meet our Morgan

Coming through Kentuck,”—

Morgan’s War Song: (Alsb.)

“Cheer, boys, cheer! we’ll march away to battle,Cheer, boys, cheer! for our sweethearts and our wives,”—

“Cheer, boys, cheer! we’ll march away to battle,

Cheer, boys, cheer! for our sweethearts and our wives,”—

Morgans War Song: By General B. W. Duke, C. S. A. Knoxville, Tenn., July 4, 1862. (W. L.)

“Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand,For the foot of the foe hath insulted your land!”—

“Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand,

For the foot of the foe hath insulted your land!”—

Morris Island: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

“Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shedIn a good cause springs up to crown the land,”—

“Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shed

In a good cause springs up to crown the land,”—

Mosby and His Men: By Phoenix. Selma, Alabama. October 31, 1866. (C. C.)

“When the historic muse shall seekThe themes of future song,”—

“When the historic muse shall seek

The themes of future song,”—

Mother Is the Battle Over: Ballad: Arranged by Jos. Hart Denck. (R. B. M.)

“Mother is the battle over?Thousands have been slain, they say,”—

“Mother is the battle over?

Thousands have been slain, they say,”—

Mother Lincoln’s Melodies: S. L. M., Ed. Table, July and August, 1862. (S. S. B.)

“Little Be-PopeHe lost his hope,”—

“Little Be-Pope

He lost his hope,”—

The Mother of the Soldier Boy: (Lee.)

“Why daily goes yon matron forth,As ’twere to trace the dead?”—

“Why daily goes yon matron forth,

As ’twere to trace the dead?”—

A Mother to Her Son in Prison: Written in the rail car to beguile the time on her way to visit him. By H. W. B., January, 1865. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Shine, silver moon, o’er land and water,Shine o’er valley, plain and hill;”—

“Shine, silver moon, o’er land and water,

Shine o’er valley, plain and hill;”—

The Mother to her Son in the Trenches at Petersburg: By W. D. Porter. (E. V. M.)

“The winter night is dark and stillThe winter rains the trenches fill,”—

“The winter night is dark and still

The winter rains the trenches fill,”—

Mother Would Comfort Me: (C. C.)

“Wounded and sorrowful, far from my home,Sick, among strangers, uncared for, unknown,”—

“Wounded and sorrowful, far from my home,

Sick, among strangers, uncared for, unknown,”—

The Mother’s Farewell: Air, “Jeannette and Jeanot.” (J. M. S.)

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