“Oh, how I thrill in ev’ry nerve!
I, who for tyrants never swerve”—
The Victory of Truth: A Story of the Olden Time. By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)
“At the trumpet’s blast the gates flew open wide,
And thousands packed the court”—
Vidi Ami Plorare: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)
“Methinks I see him even now,—
His smiling lips and soft blue eyes;”—
Violets in Lent: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Light is breaking from the clouds,