“There is a land where cotton grows,
A land where milk and honey flows”—
Imogen: By Major General J. B. Magruder. (C. S. B.)
“Awake, dearest, awake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen;
List! dearest! list! the dew gently falls, Imogen;”—
Impromptu: By Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 42.)
“The South, the South, the glorious South,
Now calls forth all her men,”—
I’m Thinking of the Soldier: By Mary E. Smith, of Austin. (Alsb.)
“O, I’m thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall,