Our Noble Dead: By John E. Hatcher of Alabama. (C. C.)
“We will not wander to the gloomy years,
Through whose dark scenes we have so lately passed”—
Our President: By Fanny Downing. C. S. A., ’64. (E. V. M., ’69.)
“A people spring to being, in whose bounds,
Lie mightiest elements of glory,”—
Our Rights: Song. (West. Res.)
“The stars and stripes, Oh lovely cloth,
To hide the tricks of crafty knaves,”—
Our Southern Dead: By A. Baltimore, October 6, 1862. (R. B. B., p. 91.)