For wherever I look, there Dutch soldiers appear;”—
Who Will Care for Mother, Now? (Alsb.)
“Why am I so weak and weary? see how faint my heated breath!
All around to me seems darkness—tell me, comrades, is this death?”—
Why Should the South Rejoice: By A. Moise, Jr. Richmond, Virginia, July 4, 1866. (C. C.)
“Rejoice for what? For fields destroyed, for homes in ashes laid?
For maiden at the altar slain—victim of fiendish raid?”—
The Wide-Awakes: (R. B. B., 116)
“O, what is all this noise about,
This midnight confusion?”—