“What is glory? A perfume whose own exhalations
Itself must exhaust in the end;”—
The Soldier of the Cross: Suggested by Bishop Polk’s appointment in the rebel army. (P. & P. B. from the Savannah News.)
“Down from the hill where earthly dross
Ne’er stained the sacred feet,”—
The Soldier Who Died Today: Macon, Georgia, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)
“Only a humble cart
Threading the careless crowd,”—
The Soldier’s Amen: (Alsb.)
“As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day,