Death’s shadows are creeping high upon the wall,”—
A General Invitation: By I. R. (S. S.)
“Come! leave the noisy Longstreet,
Fly to the Fields with me;”—
General Jackson in the Valley of the Shenandoah: Air, “Dandy Jim:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“The clouds were heavy o’er our land,
And darkest o’er the brave true band”—
General J. E. B. Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M.)
“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air
Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—