“The wintry blast goes wailing by.
The snow is falling overhead.”—
Chronicle of Fort Sumter: (Bohemian from the Charleston Courier.)
“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 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 the Church Journal of New York, which I cannot now find: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“We are not divided—no never! no! no!