“The six weeks’ Sabbath has begun;
A little while, my soul, be done”—
On Guard: Words respectfully inscribed to Miss S. E. B. by Wallace Rowe. Music from an old German Melody. (R. B. M., 1864.)
“At dead of night when on my beat,
And naught but darkness meets my view,”—
On Reading a Proclamation for Public Prayer: Sonnet: by South Carolinian: (W. G. S.)
“Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place,
These advertised humilities, decreed”—
On! Southron, On! By W. B. L. (R. R.)
“On! Southron, on!