“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber,
In a charmed trance she lies;”—
Dreaming in the Trenches: By William Gordon M’Cabe. Petersburg Trenches, 1864. (C. C.)
“I picture her there in the quaint old room
Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,”—
A Dream Visit to the Battle Field of Sharpsburg: By Leola [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (Amaranth.)
“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band,
Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”—
Drinking Song: Air, “We Won’t Go Home ’Till Morning.” By F. B. (W. F.)
“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys,