They Cry Peace, Peace, When There is No Peace: By Mrs. Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. (W. G. S. from a Charleston Broadside.)
“They are ringing peace on my heavy ear—
No peace to my heavy heart!”—
Thinking of the Soldiers: November 24, 1861. (R. R. from the Richmond Dispatch.)
“We were sitting around the table
Just a night or two ago”—
The Thirty-Seventh Congress: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Now, isn’t this Congress of ours something rare?
It wants to see how much poor fools can bear”—
Thou and I: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M., ’69.)