“Our Autumn comes with tender glow;
A golden haze is on the hills,”—
The Autumn Rain: By Susan Archer Talley. Richmond, Va. (E. V. M.)
“Softly, mournfully, slowly,
Droppeth the rain from the eaves”—
The Avatar of Hell: Sonnet, by “Pax.” (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)
“Six thousand years of commune, God with man,
Two thousand years of Christ, yet from such roots”—
Awake! Arise! By G. W. Archer, M. D. (W. G. S.)
“Sons of the South, awake, arise!