"Then a sudden shame came o'er me, at his uniform of light; At my own so old and tattered, and at his so new and bright; 'Ah!' said he, 'you have forgotten the New Uniform to-night, Hurry back, for you must be here at just twelve o'clock to-night!' "And the next thing I remember, you were sitting there, "Tell him his old father blessed him as he never did "Till the Union " See! it opens! "Father! Father! speak once more!" "Bless you!" gasped the old gray Sergeant, and he lay and said no more! FORCEYTHE WILLSON. April 24, 1862. THE RIVER FIGHT. " The Confederate batteries defending the lower Mississippi O you know of the dreary land, D° If land such region may seem, Where 't is neither sea nor strand, Ocean nor good dry land, But the nightmare marsh of a dream No coast-line clear and true, On that dismal shore you pass Surf-worn boulder nor sandy beach, But ooze-flats as far as the eye can reach, With shallows of water-grass Reedy savannas, vast and dun, Lying dead in the dim March sun Huge rotting trunks and roots that lie Like the blackened bones of the Shapes gone by, And miles of sunken morass. But the cayman couched by his weedy spring, And the pelican, bird unclean Or the buzzard, flapping with heavy wing Like an evil ghost, o'er the desolate scene. Ah, many a weary day With our Leader there we lay, In the sultry haze and smoke, Tugging our ships o'er the bar Till the Spring was wasted far, Till his brave heart almost broke For the sullen River seemed As if our intent he dreamed All his shallow mouths did spew and choke. But, ere April fully past, All ground over at last, And we knew the die was cast Knew the day drew nigh To dare to the end one stormy deed, Might save the Land at her sorest need, Or on the old deck to die! Anchored we lay — and, a morn the more, GENERAL ORDERS. "Send your to' gallant masts down, Rig in each flying jib-boom! |