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,”—