And fame will crown him there!”—
The Brigand Brigade: (Bohemian.)
“When Abe called the Council together,
Secession at large to discuss,”—
Broken Bench: A Ballad: By F. B. Chattawa, August, 1862. (W. F.)
“I stood upon the bridge of sighs,
A wooden bench of common size”—
The Broken Mug: Ode (So-called) on a Late Melancholy Accident in the Shenandoah Valley (so-called): by John Esten Cooke. (W. G. S.)
“My mug is broken, my heart is sad!
What woes can fate still hold in store!”—