The setting sun, with golden ray upon her dark hair fell,”—
The Printers of Virginia to “Old Abe:” By Harry C. Treakle, Norfolk, Virginia, April 4, 1862. (R. R.)
“Though we’re exempt, we’re not the metal
To keep in when duty calls:”—
Prison on Lake Erie: By Asa Hartz, [Major George McKnight] Johnson’s Island, February 1864. (W. L.)
“The full round moon in God’s blue bend
Glides o’er her path so queenly,”—
Prison Reveries—Storm: By H. W. B., of Kentucky. Johnson’s Island, August, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)
“The storm-capped waves are fiercely breaking
With sullen roll and snowy crest,”—