Into the weltering sea,”—
The Sentinel: Hanover County, Virginia, January 1, 1862. (Bohemian.)
“When the curtains are drawn and the candles are lit,
And cozy and warm by the fire-side I sit,”—
The Sentinel’s Dream of Home: By Col. A. M. Hobby, Galveston, February 1, 1864. (Alsb.)
“’Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound breaks on the stillness
of the air,
The waning moon goes coldly down on frozen fields and forests bare.”—
The Sentinel’s Reverie: By Mrs. Margaret Piggot. Petersburg, March 25, 1863. (S. L. M., April, ’63.)
“I face my dull round by the bank of the river,