“The last farewells are breathed by loving lips,
The last fond prayer for darling ones is said,”—
The Marseilles Hymn—Translated and Adapted as an Ode: By E. F. Porter of Alabama. (R. R. from the Nashville Gazette.)
“Sons of the South, arise! awake! be free!
Behold! the day of Southern glory comes,”—
The Martyr of Alexandria: By James W. Simms, Indianola, Texas. (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Crescent.)
“Revealed as in a lightning flash,
A hero stood!”—
Martyrs of Texas: Air, “He’s Gone from the Mountain.” By Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.)
“They’ve gone from the prairies; its groves and wild flowers,