“Ach, its nate to be Captain or Colonel,
Divil a bit would I want to be higher;”—
Pro Aris et Focis: Song of the Spartan Rifleman: 1861. (R. N. S. from the Spartansburg Express.)
“Our banner the gift of the gentle and fair,
How proudly it floats in the morning air,”—
Pro Memoria: Air, “There is rest for the weary.” By Ina M. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)
“Lo! the Southland Queen, emerging
From her sad and wintry gloom,”—
Prometheus Vinctus: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)
“Prometheus on the cold rock bound,