And dimmed the lesser beauties all.”—
The Boy Picket: or Charley’s Guard: By a Lady of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)
“Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep,
While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep,”—
The Boy Soldier: By a Lady of Savannah. (W. G. S. from the Richmond Dispatch.)
“He is acting o’er the battle,
With his cap and feather gay,”—
Boy Who Thinkest to Be Wed: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)
“Boy who thinkest to be wed,
By remembrance of our dead,”—