Rebel’s Dream: By A. F. Leovy. (Fag.)
“Softly in dreams of repose,
A vision so pure and so sweet,”—
Rebel’s Requiem: By Col. M. V. Moore of Auburn, Alabama. (Hubner.)
“Oh, give him a grave when the victory’s won
In the dust of his own dear clime,”—
Rebel’s Retort: Air, “Cocachelunk.” (R. B. B., 96.)
“Tell us not we will make blunders,
That our hopes are but a dream,”—
Rebels! ’Tis a Holy Name: By Rev. Mr. Garesche, of St. Louis. (E. V. M. from the Atlanta Confederacy.)