1861 SONG OF THE SOLDIERS. 1865. COMRADES OMRADES known in marches many, Comrades, tried in dangers many, Comrades, bound by memories many, Brothers let us be. Wounds or sickness may divide us, Brothers of the heart are we. Comrades, known by faith the clearest, And, if spared, and growing older, And with hearts no thrill the colder, By communion of the banner, — Children of one Church are we. Creed nor faction can divide us, Children of the flag are we. CHARLES G. HALPINE. Jan. 6, 1862. JONATHAN TO JOHN. This poetic effusion of Mr. Hosea Biglow was preceded by the Idyl of the Bridge and the Monument, which set forth another side of American feeling at the British words and deeds consequent on the unauthorized capture, by Commodore Wilkes, of the Trent, conveying to England two Confederate Commissioners. T don't seem hardly right, John, IT When both my hands was full, To stump me to a fight, John, - Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess "The lion's paw is all the law, Thet 's fit for you an' me!" You wonder why we 're hot, John? The neutral guns, thet shot, John, Our brothers an' our sons: 161 Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess "By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts, Though 't may surprise J. B. More 'n it would you an' me." Ef I turned mad dogs loose, John, To wait and sue their heirs? Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess, I only guess," sez he, "Thet ef Vattel on his toes fell, 'T would kind o' rile J. B., Ez wal ez you an' me!" Who made the law thet hurts, John, Heads I win, ditto tails? "J. B." was on his shirts, John, Onless my memory fails, Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess (I'm good at thet),” sez he, "Thet sauce for goose ain't jest the juice For ganders with J. B., No more than you or me!" When your rights was our wrongs, John, You did n't stop for fuss, Britanny's trident prongs, John, Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess, Though physic 's good," sez he, "It does n't foller that he can swaller Prescriptions signed ‘J. B.,' Put up by you an' me!" We own the ocean, tu, John: Ef we can't think with you, John, Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess, "The fencin'-stuff 'll cost enough |