TO MY CHILDREN. BY A SOLDIER IN THE ARMY. DARLINGS-I am weary pining: I am weary of the sighing; I am weary of the fighting: I am pining, dearest, pining, For your kisses on my cheek; For your lov'd words; darlings-speak! Tell me, in your earnest prattle, Darlings-I am weary pining: ON THE SHORES OF TENNESSEE. MOVE my arm-chair, faithful Pompey, "Mournful though the ripples murmur, As they still the story tell, How no vessels float the banner I shall listen to their music, Dreaming that again I see Stars and Stripes on sloop and shallop "And Pompey, while old Massa's waiting For Death's last dispatch to come, If that exiled, starry banner Should come proudly sailing home, You shall greet it, slave no longer ;— Voice and hand shall both be free That shout and point to Union colors On the waves of Tennessee." "Massa's berry kind to Pompey; But ole darkey's happy here, Where he's tended corn and cotton For 'ese many a long gone year. Over yonder Missis' sleeping,- "Pears like she was watching, MassaIf Pompey should beside him stay; Mebbie she'd remember better How for him she used to pray; Telling him that way up yonder White as snow his soul would be, If he served the Lord of Heaven While he lived in Tennessee." Silently the tears were rolling Master, dreaming of the battle Where he fought by Marion's side, Still the south wind fondly lingers With his dark-hued hand uplifted, Thus he watches cloud-born shadows To the river's yielding breast. The flag's come back to Tennessee! "Pompey, hold me on your shoulder, Help me stand on foot once more, That I may salute the colors As they pass my cabin door; Here's the paper signed that frees you, Then the trembling voice grew fainter, When the flag went down the river LAST WORDS. BY HORATIO ALGER, JR. "DEAR Charlie," breathed a soldier- I feel that I am stricken, I fain would have you with me, "It seems so sudden, Charlie; 'Twould bring my last campaign; God's ways are not as our ways, |