About me the night, and before me the foe;”—
Sentry’s Call: “Half-past ten o’clock and all is well!” By W. L. Sibley. Prisoner, Johnson’s Island, 1865. (W. L.)
“Silence, deep, profound, mysterious,
Gains her way with subtle power,”—
The Serenade of the 300,000 Federal Ghosts: Respectfully dedicated to Old Black Abe. (R. B. B., 58.)
“From the battle field afar, where the wounded and the dying,
Are lying side by side, while serried hosts are flying,”—
1776-1861: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (E. V. M.)
“Sons of the South! from hill and dale,
From mountain top, and lowly vale,”—