“I think of you, my child,
While the long hours move slow;”—
The Song of the Snow: By Mrs. M. J. Preston, Lexington, Virginia. (C. S. B.)
“Halt! the march is over
Day is almost done”—
Song of the South: (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Sunday Delta.)
“The genius of the Western world,
Stood silent by the sea;”—
The Song of the South: (R. R.)
“Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of