“Land of the South! imperial land!
How proud thy mountain’s rise:”—
My Noble Warrior, Come! Air, “The Rock Beside the Sea.” By Mrs. Col. C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.)
“O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom,
While young hearts, hourly, everywhere, met such untimely doom,”—
My Only Boy: By Ellen A. Moriarty. (Bohemian.)
“O, let me weep! who would not weep?
He was my only boy;”—
My Order: By W. Gordon McCabe: Richmond, Va. First published in S. L. M., May, 1863, “Chats Over My Pipe.” (E. V. M.)
“This flower has set me adreaming,