“My best friend dead! yes; shot that he did try,
From prison to escape”—
Would’st Thou Have Me Love Thee: By Alexander B. Meek. (W. G. S., from the Richmond Dispatch: also under title of War Song.)
“Would’st thou have me love thee, dearest,
With a woman’s proudest heart,”—
Woven Fancies: By Mrs. Fanny Downing, North Carolina, 1862. (Amaranth.)
“I sit before my loom, today,
And with untiring fingers ply,”—
The Wreck of the Florida’s Boat: 16th July, 1864. (In memory of M’d’m Wm. Beverley Sinclair of Virginia.) By Luola. (E. V. M.)
“Oh! many a youth has fallen,