Them Saucy Masked Batteries: Air, “Bobbin Around.” (R. B. B., 112.)
“The Yankee soldiers went down south,
Bobbin around,”—
Then and Now: Written on returning to my home which had been burned and desolated by Sherman’s army. By J. C. J. (W. L.)
“I saw a scene at sunrise,
A year or two ago,”—
There is Life in Old Maryland Yet: By Cola. Baltimore, March 25, 1862. (R. B. B. 75.)
“Again a smothered voice speaks out,
In accents bold and strong,”—
There is No Peace: By G. B. S. Cottage Home, 1865. (W. L.)