“Soldier, on the whitened field,
Resting on thy burnished shield,”—
Fast Day, Nov. 1861: By Miss R. Powell of Virginia. (E. V. M.)
“Hark to the silvery chiming
That stirs the quiet air,”—
The Fate of the Republic: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)
“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years—
Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”—
The Federal Vandals: Micah iv, 13: by Senex. (Note by author: The writer has taken the liberty to vary and to apply to our Northern foes part of an original poem in MSS. written by himself.) (R. R. and under the title of It is I! R. B. B.)
“They come, they come,—a motley crew