Upon the moist sod lying he was left to bleed and die,”—
Lines: By Florence Anderson. (E. V. M.)
“They fell on the march, while Hope was bright,
Before the clouds of Disaster’s fright,”—
Lines: By Cyrille Merle, Columbia, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)
“‘I am the resurrection,’
Read the priest in solemn tone,”—
Lines After Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)
“We have suffered defeat, as the bravest may suffer;
Shall we leave unavenged our dead comrades’ gore?”—