Song of the Privateer: By Alexander H. Cummins: (R. R.)
“Fearlessly the seas we roam,
Tossed by each briny wave;”—
Song of the Rebel: By Esten Cooke, Camp “No Camp.” December 1, 1862. (W. L.)
“Oh! not a heart in all our host
But feels a noble thrill,”—
Song of the Sentinel: (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch)
“Sleep, comrade! sleep in slumbers deep!
No foe across our line shall creep;”—
Song of the Sergeant of the Guard: Written by the Guard Fire, Vienna, Virginia, August 1, 1862. (July and August, ’62, S. L. M.)