“As they marched through the town with their banners so gay
I ran to the window just to hear the band play;”—
The Cap That Poor Henderson Wore: By Willie Lightheart. Charleston, S. C. (C. C.)
“Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn,
Faded and worn though it be,”—
Captives Going Home: (W. G. S.)
“No flaunting banners o’er them wave
No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray.”—
The Captured Epaulette: By M. J. P. [Mrs. M. J. Preston?] (P. & P. B.)
“Oh! we’ve beaten them gallantly! back from our soil,