There came a doleful wail,”—
The Recruiting Sergeant: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“I am a Southern Recruiting Sergeant, oho!
The way that the ranks can be filled up I know”—
Redeemed! By a Prisoner in solitary confinement, May 31, 1865. (W. L.)
“What, though the wrong, I have defied
And smote it with the fleshy sword;”—
The Red Zouave: (S. L. M., Nov., 1861.)
“The stars were bright, the breeze was still
The cicada and the whippoorwill”—