By our past, so bright renowned, By our future, starry-crowned, By the South, deceived, misled. On, Northmen, on! 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 right. While 'mid the thick coming dangers, Now self-denying they roam, 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 Breathing a prayer for their safety, 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 Arouse ye to action, brave men of the North! From hill, vale and dell war's alarum resounding, Bids us rally to arms and for battle go forth; Arm, arm for the conflict! equip for the fight! And battle for country, for home and for right. 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., 7, '62. MUSIC on the field of battle- When the fight is raging hot; JAMES A. C. O'CONNOR. VICTORY! 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, 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 That gallant band until the field was gained, And they with glory crowned, though battle stained. Honor to all who battled on that field To these the living, and to those the dead, To one the highest honors we may yield, But on the other these cannot be shed; They have a brighter crown than earth can give, 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 : Save the dear land for which he left them all |