For Bales: Air, “Johnny Fill up the Bowl.” (Fag.)
“We all went down to New Orleans,
For Bales, for Bales;”—
For Punch: (Bohemian from the Southern Literary Messenger.)
“For fifty years the world has rung
With nothing strange or new, sir,”—
Forget? Never! By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)
“Can the mother forget the child of her love,
Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”—
Fort Donelson Falls: Written in great agony, 3 p. m., Feb. 17, [1862?]: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)