“Hark! on the wind that whistles from the West
A manly shout for instant succor comes”—
The Clouds of War: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“O God, the clouds of war press heavily!
I pant and pant; now I can scarcely breathe,”—
Coast-Guard Cogitations: By Carlos. (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch.)
“On the cold, white sand
Of a wave-washed strand,”—
Coercion: A Poem for Then and Now: by John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. M., March, 1861. (S. S.)
“Who talks of Coercion? who dares to deny