"'TWAS A BRIGHT, GLORIOUS MARCH! FULL OF JOYS THAT WERE NEW."
'Twas a bonnie October, as autumn months go,
From our camp on the tolerably placid St. Jo.,
We shouldered our—books, for grim heroism's home,
For sweet, wicked, charming, licentious old Rome!
And ere the last month of our journey was through,
What picturesque characters came to our view!