“The breath of evening sweeps the plain
And sheds its perfume in the dell,”—
It Matters Little Whether Grief or Glee: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“It matters little whether grief or glee
Is life’s, short portion set apart for me:”—
The Jacket of Gray—To Those Who Wore It: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)
“Fold it up carefully, lay it aside,
Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride,”—
Jackson: By H. L. Flash, of Galveston, formerly of Mobile. (W. G. S. from the Mobile Advertiser and Register.)
“Not midst the lightning of the storm fight