“Sister hark! Atween the trees cometh naught but summer breeze?
All is gone”—
All Over Now: (Im.)
“All over now! The trumpet blast,
The hurried tramping to and fro,”—
All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight: By Mrs. Randolph Harrison. (C. S. B.)
“All quiet along the Potomac tonight,
No sound save the rush of the river”—
All Spice: Or Spice for All: By Cola, Le Diable Boiteux. Baltimore, March 7, 1862: Baltimore, April 1, 1862. (R. B. B.)
“The people endure all