“Bright leaves and flowers from Vernon’s bowers,
Ye call to mind home memories sweet,”—
Listening: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy: (Sunny.)
“Under the evening shadows,
Ere the long day was done,”—
A Litany for 1861: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“O God, our God, in this our hour of dark
And bitter dread, we flee to Thee.”—
Little Footsteps: By Mary J. Upshur of Norfolk, Va. (E. V. M.)
“I sit in the summer moonlight,