And turn its winter hours,”—
I Remember the Hour When Sadly We Parted: (Companion Song to When This Cruel War Is Over). (Fag.)
“I remember the hour when sadly we parted,
The tears on your pale cheeks glist’ning like dew,”—
The Irish Battalion: (R. R.)
“When old Virginia took the field,
And wanted men to rally on”—
The Irrepressible Conflict: Sonnet: by Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)
“Then welcome be it, if indeed it be
The Irrepressible Conflict!”—