“Oh, lightly his proud plume floats over the field,
And the battle-god smileth his honors above him,”—
The Bonnie White Flag: Or the Prisoners’ Invocation to Peace: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., in Camp Chase Ventilator, 1864. (Fag.)
“Though we’re a band of prisoners,
Let each be firm and true,”—
The Border Ranger: The Mountain Partisan: by W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. March, ’62.)
“My rifle, pouch and knife,
My steed, and then we part,”—
Bouquet de Bal: A Ballad dedicated to Miss J——: by F. B. (W. F.)
“She stepped within the lighted hall