And twine thy loved arms around me, e’er life’s bright day decline,”—
The Knell Shall Sound Once More: (W. G. S., from the Charleston Mercury.)
“I know that the knell shall sound once more,
And the dirge be sung o’er a bloody grave,”—
Knitting For the Soldiers: By Mary J. Upshur. Norfolk, Va., Oct. 8, 1861. (Fag.)
“Knitting for the soldiers,
How the needles fly!”—
Lady Caroline’s Tea Party: By Hermine. (Bohemian from New Orleans Catholic Standard.)
“Long years ago he wooed her—she was shy of being won—
Sure upon haughtier maiden ne’er shone the golden sun:”—