“Lo! in my dream I saw the dove
Just hovering o’er the troubled sea,”—
My Father: By Brig. General Henry R. Jackson. (E. V. M.)
“As die the embers on the hearth
And o’er the hearth the shadows fall,”—
My Friend: To Infedelia: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A. prisoner of war at Camp Chase, December 1861. (C. C.)
“Your letter came, but came too late,
For Heaven had claimed its own,”—
My God, What is All This For? Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (R. B. B.)
“Oh my God! what vengeful madness,