It will not be long,”—
’Tis Midnight in the Southern Sky: By Mrs. M. J. Young. (Alsb.)
“’Tis midnight in the Southern sky—
See the starry cross decline!”—
To A Company of Volunteers—Receiving Their Banner at the Hands of the Ladies: By Cora. (S. L. M., July, 1861.)
“Soldiers, hail, ye gallant band,
Marshalled at your Country’s call,”—
To a Dear Comforter: By B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)
“Musing o’er my gloomy fortune—
Thinking of a world so drear”—