CHARLEY WAS NOT THERE.

AFTER THE BATTLE OF POCATALIGO, 8. C.,

OCTOBER 22D, '62.

I HAVE seen the hardy veterans,
As they were marching home,

Calling forth the cheers of multitudes,
That rang out on the air;

While people crowded 'tween the ranks,
And welcomed each their own,

But I stood sad and lonely then,
For Charlie was not there.

And there were fond embraces then,
When loving hearts did meet,

And tears of joy were streaming
From two bright eyes everywhere;
But many where the choaking sobs,
While gazing down the street,

That well'd up from my lonely heart,
For Charlie was not there

And the tattered, smoke-stained colors,
With bullet-riddled stars,

Waved o'er the men as proudly then
As on that day they were

Unfurled amid the carnage fierce;
Now they show their battle-scars,

And they drooped in sorrow past me,
For my Charlie was not there.

I knew that he had fallen then
On that bloody field of strife,

That the ebbing current of his life
Had damped his auburn hair;
Yet anxiously I gazed upon
The troops; for I, his wife,

Clung fondly to the regiment
Though Charlie was not there.

Yes, how proudly we bade farewell,
But two short years ago,

I looked upon his manly form
And left him in the care

Of Him who rules our destinies ;
And trusting Him, I know

He is watching o'er the stricken here,

But Charlie was not there.

The streets are all deserted now ;

My beating heart be still,

For he in dreams will near me be,

From his spirit-home so fair.

I'll seek my lonely pillow,

And with joy my heart will thrill

When in dreams of future happiness,

My Charlie will be there.

HENRY WHITE.

HOW FARES IT WITH HIS MOTHER.

AFTER THE BATTLE OF WAVERLY, TENN.,

OCT. 23, '62.

How fares it with his mother?

A shock so rude, so stern—
Where, in her desolate anguish,
For comfort will she turn?

She may turn to the blameless life, her son,
Through the grace of God, did lead,

To the noble sacrifice he made,

In his country's hour of need!

She may dwell on the hope to which he clung In that last trying hour,

When the closest, fondest ties of earth,

To comfort, have no power

When the Saviour's love alone, can shed,

A joy o'er parting life;

E'en thus sustained, her loved one passed,
The bounds of earthly strife!

Peaceful as when in infancy,

Upon her breast he lay,

So sank he in the conq'rer's arms,-
He slept his life away;

Earth may not rob him of the crown,

Which God's redeemed ones wearWell may that mother's heart rejoice,

Though her loss be hard to bear!

E.

SEMPER PARATUS.

THE OBSERVANCE OF THANKSGIVING DAY BY 21 STATES, OCTOBER 27TH, '62.

BIRTH-PLACE of Freedom !-sweet home of glory, Despots most tremble where thy banners wave; Millions of hearts beat high when thy story

Is sung by the voice of the fair and the brave:
Thy sons, ever ready, stand firm in thy cause,
A breastwork, protecting thy fame and thy laws!

Birth-place of Freedom! land of perfection
Garden of plenty, of sunshine and shade;
Thy vernal beauty is but the reflection.

Of a smile, descended from God to thy glade;
Thy sons, ever ready, stand firm in thy cause,
A breastwork, protecting thy fame and thy laws!

Birth-place of Freedom!-pride of our sires,
Home of the exile, and hope of the brave;
On every hill-top burns Freedom's bright fires,
To cheer the oppressed-to comfort and save:
Thy sons ever ready, stand firm in thy cause,
A breastwork, protecting thy fame and thy laws!
Birth-place of Freedom!-thy sons adore thee,

And joyously offer their praise at thy shrine;
The world may bow down in worship before thee,
For thou art the handwork of Wisdom Divine:
Thy sons, ever ready, stand firm in thy cause,
A breast-work, protecting thy fame and thy laws!

J. HENRY HAYWARD.

WHY.

CAPTURE OF REBEL CAMP NEAR BERRYVILLE, VA.,

OCTOBER 29TH, '62.

TWENTY millions held at bay!
Why, Northmen, why?

Less than half maintain the day,

Why, Northmen, why?

With the sturdy iron will,

With the pluck, the dash, the skill,

With the blood of Bunker Hill,
Why, Northmen, why?

Standing yet are Sumpter's walls-
Why, Northmen, why?
Slumber yet the avenging balls—
Why, Northmen, why?
Charleston left to scoff at ease!
Richmond vaunting as it please!
Traitor taunts on every breeze !
Why, Northmen, why?

Hear our wounded eagle wail!
Why, Statesmen, why?
See our spangled banner trail!
Why, Statesmen, why?
Coward England mocks again!
Courtly Paris shrugs disdain!
Cordial Russia throbs with pain!

Why, Statesmen, why?