Were strange and monstrous creatures,”—
Guerrilla: Verses circulated among the scouting parties of rebel partisan horse in the Shenandoah Valley, in the summer of 1864. (E. V. M. ’69 from the New York Round Table.)
“Who hither rides so hard? A Scout—
Just after the midnight he stole out,”—
The Guerrilla Martyrs: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)
“Aye, to the doom—the scaffold and the chain,
To all your cruel tortures, bear them on,”—
The Guerrillas: [It may add something to the interest with which these stirring lines are read, to know that they were composed within the walls of a Yankee Bastile. They reached us in Mss. through the courtesy of a returned prisoner.—Richmond Examiner.] By S. Teackle Wallis. Fort Lafayette, 1862. S. L. M., July and Aug., 1862, dated Fort Warren Dungeon, 1862. (S. S.)
“Awake and to horses! my brothers,
For the dawn is glimmering gray,”—