“I’m a merry little soldier,
Fearing neither wound nor scar,”—
The Midnight Ride: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.)
“I ride the cold and dark night through
No moon or stars to point the way,”—
Minding the Gap: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M., from the Houston Telegraph.)
“There is a radiant beauty on the hills,
The year before us walks with added bloom,”—
The Minstrel and the Queen: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)
“I think of the pleasures that once were mine,