THE SOLDIER'S BRIDE. BATTLE OF CORNIFEX FERRY, VA. AFAR upon SEPTEMBER 10тн, '61. the battle-plain, The dewy eve descended, Where our young Henry dying lay, Amid the dead untended. The pulse of life was ebbing fast, "Oh God!" the dying soldier cried, "If she were only here—” When "Henry! Henry," through the gloom, Rang in his dying ear. Then fondly clasped within her arms, She kissed his marble brow, He only smiled-his spirit passed, For death had claimed him now! "Awake! awake! my own beloved!” Then sorrowing sunk upon his corpse, The soldier and his bride ! W. A. DEVON. THE BIVOUAC. SKIRMISH AT LEWINSVILLE, VA., THE camp is all quiet-my comrades are sleeping- There lays a young soldier-in years but a boy— As he dreams to the traitor a death it will deal. And he dreams, too, of hearts that anxiously fear A stern visaged man is lying near by Fitfully sleeping, and fitfully dreaming- Thus resting in groups, on this now peaceful spot, The shrieks of the wounded, and war of the gun. When the next risen sun shall have sunk in the West, ANONYMOUS. WITH THE SLAIN. BATTLE OF ELK WATER, VA. SEPTEMBER 11тн, '61. IN homes of affluence and wealth, Where live the poor and lowly, In city, town and village, On mountain hill and dale, Is heard the low sad wail. The young wife anxiously watches, From morn 'till close of day, Praying and weeping the whole night long, For a husband far away. In vain she sobs his dear loved name, Tho' hope hath nearly fled, But still she weeps, and hopes and sighs, The mother thinks of her only boy, And pictures scenes of happiness, Her darling by her side. But far away from friends and home, And fathers, mothers, sisters, all For brothers, lovers, kindred dear, Our country calls for great rejoicing, But who can stay those sighs and tears, FRANCIS B. MURTHA. THE AMERICAN TRAITOR'S CURSE. DEATH OF THE REBEL COLONEL, JOHN WASHINGTON, GOD of the Just, the True, the Free! In horror through the shuddering world, Around the snake-wreathed walls of Hell! THE BIRTH OF OUR BANNER. DESTRUCTION OF THE U. S. DOCK, PENSACOLA, FLA. WHEN the dawn of creation was breaking, And far in the blue dome of Heaven, When man braved the wrath of Jehovah And drive from existence His foes; His promise to all generations, In symbols of Red, White and Blue. |