And the breeze blew soft and free,”—
Shiloh: By Margaret Stilling: (Bohemian, from the Richmond Enquirer.)
“Golden lights on the purple hills,
A rosy blush on the valleys fair,”—
The Ship of State: Sonnet. (W. G. S., from the Charleston Mercury.)
“Here lie the peril and necessity
That need a race of giants—a great realm”—
The Ship of State: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.)
“A good ship o’er a stormy sea,
Before the gale is driving,”—