That our Senate shows virtue higher than Roman;”—
Conscript’s Departure: (Army.)
“You are going far away, far away from your Jeanette,
There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget,”—
Contraband: (Cav.)
“Say, darkies, hab you seen ole massa
Wif de mustach on his face,”—
Corinth. (April, 1862): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)
“Land of the Pioneer—behold! come
To drink thy balmy airs enchanting West”—