By our past, so bright renowned, By our future, starry-crowned, By the South, deceived, misled, By our hundred thousand dead, Who for North and South have bled, N. P. WILLIS. LINT AND BANDAGE. BEFORE THE BATTLE OF SNICKER'S GAP, BLUE RIDGE, Our from our circle of home joys Bidding them haste to the fight, Yet we pray God in his mercy Ever to guide them aright. While 'mid the thick coming dangers, We must not idly await them, While they now shield each dear home; Think, when the battle is over, Wounded and bleeding they lie, Bandage and lint we must send them, O'er the old vestment we linger Many a garment prepare, Many a keepsake so useful, Send we to lov'd ones still there. Come with hands ready to aid us, Aid now the dear fallen brave, JOSEPHINE FURMAN. ON, ON VALIANT SOLDIERS. AT THE BATTLE OF NASHVILLE, TENN., NOVEMBER 5TH, '62. ON, on valiant soldiers! the tocsin is sounding On, on valiant soldiers! win unfading glory, And forever our high, holy purpose shall be To attest the grand truth of the oft cited story, That our own hallowed soil is "the land of the free.” Then arm for the conflict, and fearlessly smite, Ay, battle for country, for home and for right. On, on valiant soldiers! and when future ages Would know where the mantle of honor should fall, Lo! the records inscribed upon history's pages, Shall point to Columbia's sons-noblest of all, Then arm for the conflict! go forth in God's might, And battle for country for home and for right. AMELIA. MUSIC ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE. AT THE BATTLE OF HARTSVILLE, TENN., DECEMBER 7TH, '62. MUSIC on the field of battle- BATTLE OF CRAWFORD'S PRAIRIE, ARK., DECEMBER 7TH, '62. THERE is a sound of triumph in the air From battle-fields where blood was poured like wine, And human lives were quenched with little care, And ghastly carnage swept along the line; A sound of triumph,-Victory is ours! By hero hands the victory is won; A courage, God-like in its strength, has nerved. Each lion heart; redly arose the sun In brightness, and in splendor set, nor swerved Honor to all who battled on that field, But on the other these cannot be shed; The Nation's heart once more beats glad and high, With Victory beside our banner dwells, Our Father's God! we thank Thee that our ears Have heard Thy voice, for it hath quelled our fears! MATTIE WINFIELD. TO-MORROW. SECOND BATTLE OF FREDERICKSBURG, DECEMBER 13TH, '62. A SUMMER evening, calm and beautiful; The pale moon shining 'mid the floating clouds, Which now and then pierce thro' the leafy boughs. True, the man Is at his post to watch the wary foe: |