“Enthroned in obloquy, Abe Lincoln sits,
And with his weighty axe, a rail he splits,”—
Sic Semper Tyrannis: By Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)
“They have torn off the crown from her beautiful brow,
Yet she never seemed half so majestic as now,”—
Sic Semper Tyrranis! By Wm. M. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., Oct., ’61.)
“When the bloody and perjur’d usurper called forth
His minions and tools—to the shame of the North!”—
Silence: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)
“There’s silence in the prison,