The Southern war poetry of the Civil War

INDEX OF SOUTHERN WAR POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR

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[Note:—Round brackets at the end of the title indicate the volume or one of the volumes in which the poem may be found. Wherever the poem appears in several anthologies, that anthology easiest of access to the general reader, has been selected. Square brackets are used for the interpolation of explanatory matter. The first two lines of each poem are given to serve as a check since identical poems may appear under corrupted captions, or various titles.]

Abe’s Cogitations: (Randolph.)

“We ought to whip them rebel chaps, I think so, more and more”—

Abraham Lincoln: The Mohammed of the Modern Hegira. New Orleans, March 5, 1861. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans Crescent.)

At midnight in the Keystone State Old Abe was dreaming of the hour—

Acceptation: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“We do accept thee, heavenly Peace! Albeit thou comest in a guise”—

Acrostic [Davis]: February 22, 1862. (R. N. S. from the Charleston Courier.)

“Jehovah, mighty arbiter in earth below, Ere morning stars together sang, in heaven supreme,”—

Acrostic [B. F. Butler]: Baltimore, March 14, 1863. (R. B. B. 11½.)

“Brutal by nature—a coward and knave, Famed for no action, noble or brave”—

Acrostic in Memory of O. Jennings Wise: By Miriam. (S. L. M. Ed. Table, September, ’63.)

“Over his cold brow Just touched by Time’s soft silver tracery,”—

Acrostic on Magruder: By G. B. Milner, Harrisburg, Texas. (Alsb.)

“Much hast thou suffered, bright Isle of the Wave! Ah! can anyone succor: can anyone save?”—

Addition to the Bonnie Blue Flag: A Tribute to True Kentuckians. (W. L.)

“And we will add another cheer for our Kentucky State, Her sons in the most glorious war have proved both brave and great;”—

Address: Delivered at the opening of the New Theatre at Richmond: A Prize Poem, by Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from Southern Illustrated News.)

“A fairy ring Drawn in the crimson of a battle plain”—

Address to the Exchanged Prisoners: On the 31st of July, 1862, all the prisoners of war in Fort Warren, (about 250 soldiers of the Confederate army) embarked for Fortress Monroe, to be exchanged. They left in Fort Warren, 14 gentlemen, who were imprisoned under the designation of “political prisoners.” These were all Marylanders by birth, all but one (Mr. Winder) were residents of that state when arrested. On their behalf the following lines were addressed to their departing friends: By T. S. Wallis, Fort Warren, July 31, 1862: S. L. M., July and August, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“The anchors are weighed, and the gates of yon prison Fall wide, as your ship gives her prow to the foam,”—

Address to the Women of the Southern Troops: Air—“Bruce’s Address:” By Mrs. J. T. H. Cross. (R. R.)

“Southern men, unsheathe the sword, Inland and along the board;”—

After the Battle: By Miss Agnes Leonard. (W. G. S. from the Chicago Journal of Commerce, June, 1863.)

“All day long the sun had wandered, Through the slowly creeping hours”—

After the Battle of Bull Run: July 21, [1861.] (W. L.)

“Sadly and low, Hear how the fitful breezes blow!”—

Afraid of a Dead Baby: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Keep here, my little baby: rest alone! Not in thy father’s tomb can’st thou be laid:”—

Alabama: (Randolph).

“Over vale and over mountain, Pealing forth in triumphal song,”—

The Alabama: Respectfully dedicated to the Gallant Captain Semmes, His Officers and Crew and to the Officers and Seamen of the C. S. Navy: by E. King, author of Naval Songs of the South. Richmond, Va., George Dunn & Co. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“The wind blow off yon rocky shore Boys! Set your sails all free”—

The Alabama Cottage: A Homely Scene. (R. B. B.)

“The Alabamian sat by the chimney side— His face was wrinkled and worn.”—

Albert Sidney Johnston: (Im.)

“Honor to him who only drew In Freedom’s cause his battle blade,”—

Albert Sidney Johnston: By A. G. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“I heard afar, the cannon’s roar, Its lightning flashed from shore to shore,”—

Albert Sidney Johnston: Killed at Battle of Shiloh, April, 1862. By Fleming James. (E. V. M.)

“’Mid dim and solemn forests, in the dawning chill and gray Over dank, unrustling leaves, or through the stiff and sodden clay”—

Albert Sidney Johnston: Dirge by Colonel A. W. Terrell. (Alsb.)

“Hush the notes of exultation for a battle dearly won! Low the chief’s proud form is lying—Texas weeps another son!”—

All Is Gone: By Fadette. (W. G. S. from the Memphis Appeal.)

“Sister hark! Atween the trees cometh naught but summer breeze? All is gone”—

All Over Now: (Im.)

“All over now! The trumpet blast, The hurried tramping to and fro,”—

All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight: By Mrs. Randolph Harrison. (C. S. B.)

“All quiet along the Potomac tonight, No sound save the rush of the river”—

All Spice: Or Spice for All: By Cola, Le Diable Boiteux. Baltimore, March 7, 1862: Baltimore, April 1, 1862. (R. B. B.)

“The people endure all The Hydropaths cure all”—

All’s Noise Along the Appomattox: Battle of the Crater, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)

“All’s noise along the Appomattox tonight, For Grant, with his Whiteworth’s and Parrots”—

All’s Well: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston of Va. (Amaranth, from The Land We Love.)

“‘All’s well!’ How the musical sound Is pleasantly smiting the ear,”—

All’s Well: Come to the Rescue. (R. B. B.)

“One night of late I chanced to stray Being in the pleasant sweet month of May dream.”—

Allons Enfants: The Southern Marseillaise: Air “Marseillaise.” By A. E. Blackmar, New Orleans, 1861. (C. S. B.)

[“This may be called the rallying song of the Confederacy. Composed early in 1861, it was sung throughout the South while the soldiers were hurried to Virginia with this, the grandest of martial airs, as a benediction.”]

“Sons of the South, awake to glory, A thousand voices bid you rise”—

The American Star: Air “Humors of Glen.” Published by Louis Bonsai, Baltimore and Frederic Streets, Baltimore. (R. B. B. p. 7)

“Come, striking the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling, Already they eagerly snuff up their prey”—

The Angel of the Church: By W. Gilmore Simms. January, 1864. (W. G. S.)

“Aye, strike with sacrilegious aim The temple of the living God;”—

The Angel of the Hospital: By S. C. Mercer. (R. N. S. from the Louisville Journal.)

“’Twas nightfall in the hospital. The day As though its eyes were dimmed with bloody rain”—

Another Flag: A Second Thought: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)

“Whole we preserve the stars and stripes and blue Of freedom’s ancient flag, it will not do”—

Another Yankee Doodle: (R. R.)

“Yankee Doodle has a mind To whip the Southern traitors.”—

An Answer to the Poem Entitled “How They Act in Baltimore:” By Redgauntlet. (Md. Hist. B.)

“When our ladies on the street Yankee soldiers chance to meet,”—

An Appeal: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Haste, Kentuckians! wait no longer; Rally, and you will be stronger.”—

An Appeal for Jefferson Davis To His Excellency, Andrew Johnson, President of the United States: By a Lady of Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Unheralded, unknown, I come to thee, Who holdest in thy hands the scales of power;”—

An Appeal for Maryland: By B. Baltimore, January 20, 1862. (R. B. B. 84.)

“Of all the gems that gild the wreath Of freedom, the blue sky underneath,”—

Appeal to Maryland: From a Dying Soldier at Manassas: by a Lady of Maryland. (S. L. M., Oct., 1861.)

“Oh Mother! my Maryland! will you awake? Hear you not from Manassas the thunder of guns?”—

Appeal to the South: (R. B. B.)

“Southrons! since we boast that name; Southrons! since your blood we claim”—

An Appeal to the South: By A Daughter of Dixie H. Baltimore, Jan. 24, 1862; also Norfolk, Va., Jan. 24, 1862. (R. B. B. 2 & 41.)

“Hark! o’er the Southern hills I hear The cannons and the rifles sound;”—

(The) Approaching Battle Hour: By Kentucky. Richmond, Virginia, June, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Ah! hovers over them The gaunt war-demon fell;”—

April 26th: In the ceremonies at Memphis, Tennessee, 26th April, “In Memory of the Confederate Dead,” Dr. Ford one of the speakers improvised the following appropriate lines: (E. V. M.)

“In rank and file, in sad array As though their watch still keeping,”—

April Twenty-Sixth: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. Memphis, Tenn. (E. V. M.)

“Dreams of a stately land, Where rose and lotus open to the sun”—

Are We Free? By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, Oct. 22, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“Are we free? Go ask the question In the cells of Lafayette,”—

Are You Ready? (Bohemian from the Macon Telegraph.)

“Sons and brothers—near and far, Have you heard the tones of war?”—

Arise! Ye Sons of Freeborn Sires! By A. E. Morris, Company C, 20th Infantry. (Alsb.)

“Arise! ye sons of freeborn sires, arise! your country save! Kindle again the wonted fires that animate the brave:”—

Arlington: By Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“You stand upon the chasm’s brink That yawns so deadly deep,”—

Arm for The Southern Land: By General Mirabeau B. Lamar. (S. B. P.)

“Arm for the Southern land, All fear of death disdaining;”—

The Army and Its Flag of Stars and Stripes: [By C. B. Northrup] (Outcast.)

“In Liberty’s great war”—

Arouse, Kentuckians! By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Arouse, Kentuckians, or my heart will break! What though by thousands brethren may forsake”—

Ashby: By John R. Thompson of Virginia. Richmond, June 13, 1862: S. L. M., Editor’s Table, May, 1862. (S. S.)

“To the brave all homage render! Weep, ye skies of June!”—

The Ashbys: By D. B. Lucas, of Va. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“And lo! there galloped through the gates of war Two brothers, riding side by side, with spurs,”—

Ashby’s Avengers: Air “Annie Lyle.” (Cav.)

“Down where the Southern army Near Virginia’s side,”—

Ashby’s Death: Air: “Annie Laurie.” (Cav.)

“A wail sweeps o’er the Valley, Virginia’s deep with woe.”—

Ashes of Glory: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.)

“Fold up the gorgeous silken sun, By bleeding martyrs blest,”—

At Fort Pillow: By James R. Randall. (W. G. S. from the Wilmington Journal, April 25, 1864.)

“You shudder as you think upon The carnage of the grim report”—

At Galveston, Texas: By H. L. Flash. (Alsb.)

“We parted, love, some months ago, in pleasant summer weather; You blamed the fates that you and I could not remain together;”—

Attention! By B. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 7.)

“Hearken, friends and foes now hearken See Abe Lincoln’s prospects darken;”—

Audax Omnia Perpeti, etc. By B. (R. B. B. 4.)

“Come pretty muse, give me your help, Keen make my pen as the teamster’s lash”—

Auld Lang Syne: A supposed song of Morgan’s Cavalry on entering a Kentucky town. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Shall auld acquaintance be forgot, And not now be brought to mind?”—

Autumn Thoughts, 1862: By Miss Mary A. Grason. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Our Autumn comes with tender glow; A golden haze is on the hills,”—

The Autumn Rain: By Susan Archer Talley. Richmond, Va. (E. V. M.)

“Softly, mournfully, slowly, Droppeth the rain from the eaves”—

The Avatar of Hell: Sonnet, by “Pax.” (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Six thousand years of commune, God with man, Two thousand years of Christ, yet from such roots”—

Awake! Arise! By G. W. Archer, M. D. (W. G. S.)

“Sons of the South, awake, arise! A million foes sweep down amain,”—

Awake in Dixie: By H. T. S., Winchester, Va., February 24, 1862. Air, “Dixie’s Land.” (R. B. B. 7.)

“Hear ye not the sound of battle, Sabres’ clash and muskets’ rattle:”—

Away with the Dastards Who Whine of Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne of S. C. Charleston, May 10, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“Away with the dastards who whine of defeat And hint that the day of destruction draws near,”—

Away with the Stripes: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Ho! away with the stripes, the despots’ fit flag! The stars and the stripes are the bully’s great “brag”:”—

A Ballad for the Young South: By Joseph Brennan. S. L. M., Feb., 1861, from the New Orleans Crescent. (S. S.)

“Men of the South! Our foes are up In fierce and grim array;”—

The Ballad of the Right: By J. W. Overall. (S. S. from the New Orleans True Delta.)

“In other days our fathers’ love was loyal, full and free, For those they left behind them in the Island of the Sea;”—

A Ballad of the War: By George Herbert Sass, of Charleston, S. C. (W. G. S., originally published in Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Watchmen, what of the night? Through the city’s darkening street”—

Baltimore: (West. Res.)

“Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just, Oh how cast down! by Northern vandals crushed,”—

Baltimore: By C. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook: Ridgway Library.)

“Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just, Oh how cast down! By Northern vandals crushed,”—

Baltimore Girls: Air, “Dearest Mae.” (West Res.)

“O the girls of dear old Baltimore, So beautiful and fair,”—

The Band in the Pines: Heard after Pelham died: by John Esten Cooke. (W. G. S.)

“Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease! Cease with your splendid call:”—

Banks’ Skedaddle: (Alsb.)

“You know the Federal General Banks, Who came through Louisiana with his forty thousand Yanks;”—

Banner Song: Written and Expressly Dedicated to the Armstrong Guards. By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. D. (S. L. M., July 1861.)

“See our banner floating high Stars in freedom’s shining sky;”—

The Banner-Song: By James B. Marshall. (R. R.)

“Up, up with the banner, the foe is before us, His bayonets bristle, his sword is unsheathed,”—

The Barefooted Boys: (S. S.)

“By the sword of St. Michael The old dragon through!”—

The Bars and Stars: Air, “Star Spangled Banner:” by A. W. Haynes. (Randolph.)

“Oh, the tocsin of war still resounds o’er the land, And legions of braves are now rushing to battle,”—

Le Bataille des Mouchoirs: The Greatest Battle of the War: fought Feb. 20, 1863. By a young lady of 17, Eugenie. (S. L. M., Oct., ’63.)

“Of all the battles, modern or old, By poet sung or historian told,”—

The Battle at Bethel: Air, “Dixie.” (Bohemian from the Richmond Whig.)

“Send out the news from West to South and spread it through the land, Our noble boys have met the foe at Bethel,”—

The Battle at Bull Run: By Ruth. Louisville, Ky., July 24, 1861. (R. R.)

“Forward, my brave columns, forward! No other word was spoken;”—

Battle at Bull’s Run: (R. B. B. 7.)

“Oh be easy, don’t you tease me, While I sing a bit of fun,”—

Battle Before Richmond: By G. B. S., 1862. (W. L.)

“Slowly the great sun rose o’er Richmond’s hills, Calmly the noble river waved along,”—

Battle Call, Nec temere, nec timide: Dedicated to her countrymen, the Cavaliers of the South, by Annie Chambers Ketchum. Dunrobin Cottage, May, 1861. (R. R.)

“Gentlemen of the South! Gird on your flashing swords!”—

The Battle Call: By Mrs. E. V. McCord Vernon, Richmond, Va., Feb. 20, 1862. (C. C.)

“Rise Southerner! the day of your glory, The hour of your destiny’s near”—

Battle Call to Kentucky, 1862: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)

“Arouse thee, Kentucky! the graves of thy sires Are pressed by the foot of the foe.”—

Battle Cry of Freedom: By Wm. H. Barnes. (Lee.)

“Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main, Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom.”—

The Battle Cry of the South: By James R. Randall. (W. G. S.)

“Brothers, the thunder-cloud is black, And the wail of the South wings forth;”—

Battle Eve: By Susan Archer Talley. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. (S. S.)

“I see the broad red setting sun Sink slowly down the sky;”—

The Battle Field of Manassas: By M. F. Bigney. (R. R.)

“Fill, fill the trump of fame With the name,— Manassas,”—

Battle Hymn: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury).

“Lord of Hosts, that beholds us in battle, defending The homes of our sires ’gainst the hosts of the foe”—

Battle Hymn: Columns Steady: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.)

“Columns steady! make ye ready—with the steel and rifle ready! Wait the signal! wait the moment—soul and steel and weapon steady!”—

Battle Hymn of the Virginia Soldier: (R. B. B. 8.)

“Father of earth and heaven, I call thy name! Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll;”—

Battle Ode to Virginia: (R. R.)

“Old Virginia! virgin crowned Daughter of the royal Bess,”—

Battle of Belmont: (Wash’n.)

“I sing of the Battle of Belmont, ’twas near Columbus town The Yankees in great numbers from Cairo did come down.”—

Battle of Belmont: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S. from the Memphis Appeal, Dec. 21, 1861.)

“Now glory to our Southern cause, and praises be to God That He hath met the Southron’s foe and scourged him with His rod:”—

Battle of Bethel: (Randolph.)

“Saw ye not the ruddy sunlight; Glancing o’er the hill-tops far,”—

The Battle of Bethel Church: (C. C. from the New Orleans Delta, 10 June, 1861.)

“As hurtles the tempest Proclaiming the storm,”—

Battle of Big Bethel: (West Res.)

“Though Butler be a hero, Who ne’er has powder smelt,”—

The Battle of Buena Vista: Inscribed to Jefferson Davis: by a Mississippian. (E. V. M. from the Louisville Courier, April 1866.)

“It was upon the battle field Where lay the dead and dying”—

The Battle of Charleston Harbor: April 7th, 1863: by Paul H. Hayne. (W. C. S.)

“Two hours or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day, The Northman’s mailed ‘Invincibles’ steamed up air Charleston Bay;”—

Battle of Galveston: Air, “The Harp that Once Through Tara’s Halls:” by Mrs. E. L. Caplen, of Galveston. (Alsb.)

“’Twas on that dark and fearful morn That anxious hearts beat high!”—

The Battle of Great Bethel: Fought on Sunday, June 9, 1861. Dedicated to Magruder and his command: by “C.,” an American patriot not 14 years old. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway Library.)

“Brave Virginians! on this day Drive the Northern horde away!”—

Battle of Hampton Roads: By Ossian D. Gorman. (W. G. S. from the Macon Daily Telegraph.)

“Ne’er had a scene of beauty smiled On placid waters ’neath the sun.”—

The Battle of Hampton Roads: By Tenella, [Mrs. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“Now, once again, let Southern hearts unite in thankful praise, To the mighty God of battle, mysterious in his ways;”—

Battle of Manassas: July 21, 1861. (W. L.)

“The bridal of the earth and sky! the blessed Sabbath-morn, Brightens into the perfect day from its soft rosy dawn;”—

The Battle of Manassas: Dedicated to General Beauregard, C. S. A.: by Mrs. Clarke, wife of Colonel Clarke, 14th Regiment, N. C. (E. V. M.)

“‘Now glory to the Lord of Hosts!’ oh! bless and praise His name, That He hath battled in our cause, and brought our foes to shame.”—

Battle of Manassas (July 21, 1861): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Clear rises now, the glorious sun, No cloud bedims the sky,”—

The Battle of Manassas: By Susan Archer Talley: Richmond, Aug. 3, 1861. S. L. M., Sept., 1861. (R. B. B. 61.)

“Now proudly lift, of sunny South, Your glad triumphal strains,”—

The Battle of Richmond. (Psalm xliv. 3-4): By George Herbert Sass, Charleston, S. C. (W. G. S.)

“Now blessed be the Lord of Hosts through all our Southern land, And blessed be His holy name, in whose great might we stand;”—

The Battle of St. Paul’s (N. O.): Sung by a Louisiana Soldier. Conquered Territory of Louisiana, New Orleans, Aug. 17, 1866. (C. C.)

“Come boys and listen while I sing The greatest fight yet fought”—

Battle of Shiloh: Louisville, Ky. (W. L.)

“Quick, the cannon’s shot did pour Belching death at every roar,”—

Battle of Shiloh Hill: Air, “Wandering Sailor,” by M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Come all you valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell, It is of a noted battle you all remember well;”—

The Battle of the Mississippi: (R. R.)

“The tyrants’ broad pennant is floating In the South, o’er our waters so blue;”—

The Battle of the Stove Pipes: [By Nannie Lemmon (?).] (R. B. B. 86½.)

“On Munson’s heights the Rebel Banners wave. Their hungry hosts, their ‘loyal’ legions brave,”—

The Battle Rainbow: By John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. M., June, ’62. (W. G. S.)

“The warm weary day was departing, the smile Of the sunset gave token the tempest had ceased.”—

Battle Song: (C. S. B.)

“Have you counted up the cost What is gained and what is lost”—

Battle Song: Air, “Humors of Glen.” (Randolph.)

“Come strike the loud anthem! Again must the story Of Freedom, down-trodden by tyrants, be told!”—

Battle Song: Dedicated to Captain Ben Lane Posey, who commanded the Red Eagle Battery at Pensacola. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, June ’62, from the Montgomery Mail.)

“Oh, give us a song, an Eagle’s Song— Our labor and toil rewarding,”—

Battle Song of the “Black Horsemen:” Air, “Dixie:” By C. Winchester, Va., Oct., 1861. (R. B. B. p. 8.)

“We have come from the brave Southwest On fairy steeds, with throbbing breast,”—

Battle Song of the Invaded: (R. R.)

“The foe! They come! They come! Light up the beacon pyre;”—

Battle Song of the Maryland Line: (R. B. B. 77.)

“To arms! to arms! the fight’s begun Virginia sounds the call;”—

Battle Song of the South: By P. E. Collins. (Fag.)

“Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing, Proud heritage is thine,”—

Bay Blossom Cottage: By Lieutenant H. C. Wright. (Sunny.)

“Oh, how dear to the heart are these hours of bliss, Which ‘Bay-Blossom’ e’er brings to my view!”—

Baylor’s Partisan Rangers: Air, “Dixie.” By Mary L. Wilson, of San Antonio. (Alsb.)

“Hear the summons, sons of Texas! Now the fierce invaders nex us.”—

Bayon City Guard’s Dixie: By the Company’s own poet. (Alsb.)

“From Houston City and Brazos bottom, From selling goods, and making cotton,”—

Bayon City Guard’s Song in the Chickahominy Swamp: (Alsb.)

“Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they’re won, By the Cross and Stars, boys, fluttering in the sun”—

Beaufort: By W. J. Grayson, of South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Old home! what blessings late were yours: The gifts of peace, the songs of joy!”—

Beau-Regard: Sung at the Montgomery Theatre on Friday night, by Mr. M. A. Arnold: by Baron, April 12, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Montgomery Mail.)

“Flashing, flashing along the wires The glorious news each heart inspires,”—

Beauregard: A Historical Poem: by Kate Luby F——. (P. & P. B.)

“In Pavia’s bloody battle field As troubadours do sing,”—

Beauregard: By Catherine A. Warfield of Mississippi: (W. G. S.)

“Let the trumpet shout once more, Beauregard!”—

Beauregard: Written after the Battle of Shiloh, when Beauregard became Commander-in-Chief: by C. A. Warfield of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Our trust is now in thee, Beauregard!”—

Beauregard at Shiloh: Lines found on the dead body of a Confederate soldier after the battle of Williamsburg. (R. B. B.)

“Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, And glory the reward”—

Beauregard’s Appeal: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the Charleston Courier.)

“Yea! though the need is bitter, Take down those sacred bells!”—

The Beleaguered City: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. (E. V. M.)

“There’s a beautiful city, far, far, away, In the land of myrtle and the rose,”—

Ben M’Culloch: Air, “Something new comes every day.” (R. B. B. 65.)

“Oh, have you heard of the brave old fellow He goes by the name of Ben McCulloch,”—

Ben M’Culloch—He Fell At His Post! By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.)

“When the Northmen their war-banner spread; nor would give the right to secede, The cause of his country he wed, in this her great hour of need”—

Bentonville: Written on the field, at the close of the first day’s fight: by T. B. Catherwood. (Hubner.)

“Another battle has been fought, another victory won. We’ve fought this day from rising to the setting of the sun”—

Bethel: (S. L. M. January, ’62.)

“Hurrah for old Virginia! God bless the brave North State! For they first taught the Yankee curs to dread a freeman’s hate:”—

A Betrayal: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Dallying on as fair a landscape As the skies in beauty drape,”—

Beyond the Potomac: By Paul H. Hayne. (R. R. from the Richmond Whig.)

“They slept on the fields which their valor had won! But arose with the first early blush of the sun,”—

Bill Hoosier’s Advice to the Hoosiers of Louisville: Three days after the battle of Richmond, Kentucky. Air, “Sing, sing, Darkies, sing:” by Kentucky. Sept. 2, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Why should Hoosiers spill their blood To enrich Kentucky mud?”—

The Black Flag: By Paul H. Hayne. (Alsb.)

“Like the roar of the wintry surges, on a wild tempestuous strand The voice of the maddened millions comes up from an outraged land;”—

The Blessed Hand: Respectfully dedicated to the Ladies of the Southern Relief Fair: by S. T. Wallis, Baltimore, April 8, 1866: “There is a legend of an English Monk, who died at the monastery of Aremberg, where he had copied and illuminated many books, hoping to be rewarded in Heaven. Long after his death, his tomb was opened, and nothing could be seen of his remains but the right hand with which he had done his pious work, and which had been miraculously preserved from decay.” (E. V. M.)

“For you and me, who love the light Of God’s uncloistered day,”—

The Blessed Heart: Suggested by “The Blessed Hand.” Gratefully dedicated to the Ladies of the Southern Relief Fair by Mrs. M. M. of Columbia, S. C. (E. V. M.)

“I sing not of ‘The Blessed Hand,’ That has so well been sung,”—

The Blessed Union—Epigram: (W. G. S.)

“Doubtless to some, with length of ears, To gratify an ape’s desire,”—

The Blockaders: Dedicated to A. Lincoln: by Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Across this threatening ocean tide, I see the despot’s vessels ride,”—

A Bloody Day is Dawning: By William Munford. July, 1864; In the trenches before Petersburg. (Newspaper clipping from The Baltimore American, c. 1895.)

“Because I know by those sweet tears that gushed Fresh from thine eyes when, proffered to your beauty,”—

Blue Coats Are Over the Border: Air, “Blue Bonnets are over the Border:” Inscribed to Captain Mitchell: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky’s banner spreads Its folds above our heads;”—

The Blue Cockade: By Mary Walsingham Crean: (R. R.)

“God be with the laddie, who wears the blue cockade. He’s gone to fight the battle of our darling Southern land!”—

The Bold Engineer: Air, “Young Lockinvar:” by O. H. S. Baltimore, Oct. 14, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.)

“O bully George B. has come out of the West, Of all that wide border the scourge and the pest.”—

The Bold Privateer: Published by Thomas G. Doyle, Bookseller, Stationer, and Song Publisher, No. 279 N. Gay St., Baltimore. (Wash. No. 29.)

“It’s O! my dearest Polly You and I must part,”—

Bombardment and Battles of Galveston: Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” June 1, 1862-January 1, 1863: by S. R. Ezzell, of Captain Daly’s Company. (Alsb.)

“The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede, At Galveston they’ve now begun to make her soldiers bleed.”—

The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (G. C. E.)

“Come, brothers! rally for the right! The bravest of the brave.”—

The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Harry Macarthy. (C. S. B.)

“We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil, Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil,”—

The Bonnie Dundee of the Border: Inscribed to Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins, of the Western Army: by Clarine Rirnarde. (W. L.)

“Oh, lightly his proud plume floats over the field, And the battle-god smileth his honors above him,”—

The Bonnie White Flag: Or the Prisoners’ Invocation to Peace: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., in Camp Chase Ventilator, 1864. (Fag.)

“Though we’re a band of prisoners, Let each be firm and true,”—

The Border Ranger: The Mountain Partisan: by W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. March, ’62.)

“My rifle, pouch and knife, My steed, and then we part,”—

Bouquet de Bal: A Ballad dedicated to Miss J——: by F. B. (W. F.)

“She stepped within the lighted hall And dimmed the lesser beauties all.”—

The Boy Picket: or Charley’s Guard: By a Lady of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep, While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep,”—

The Boy Soldier: By a Lady of Savannah. (W. G. S. from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“He is acting o’er the battle, With his cap and feather gay,”—

Boy Who Thinkest to Be Wed: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Boy who thinkest to be wed, By remembrance of our dead,”—

Boys! Keep Your Powder Dry: (Alsb.)

“Can’st tell who lose the battle, oft in the councils-field? Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield.”—

Bowing Her Head: (W. G. S.)

“Her head is bowed downwards; so pensive her air, As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”—

Brave Deeds—Brave Fruits: Sonnet: by Wm. Gilmore Simms. (Am. from Southern Opinion.)

“The record should be made of each brave deed That brings us Pride and Freedom as its fruits,”—

A Brave Girl’s Fate: By Miriam Erle. Charleston, S. C., A. D., 1864. (C. C.)

“The battle riot raged without A city’s strong, defiant walls,”—

The Brass-Mounted Army: Air, “Southern Wagon:” by ——, of Colonel A. Bucher’s Regiment. (Alsb.)

“O Soldiers! I’ve concluded to make a little song, And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong;”—

The Bridal Gift: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Fair one, soon my bride to be, What shall be my gift to thee?”—

Brigadier General John H. Morgan in a Penitentiary! By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Hide him in a dark cell, And fame will crown him there!”—

The Brigand Brigade: (Bohemian.)

“When Abe called the Council together, Secession at large to discuss,”—

Broken Bench: A Ballad: By F. B. Chattawa, August, 1862. (W. F.)

“I stood upon the bridge of sighs, A wooden bench of common size”—

The Broken Mug: Ode (So-called) on a Late Melancholy Accident in the Shenandoah Valley (so-called): by John Esten Cooke. (W. G. S.)

“My mug is broken, my heart is sad! What woes can fate still hold in store!”—

The Broken Sword: Suggested by an incident which occurred after the surrender of Fort Donaldson: by Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.)

“No; never shall this trusty glaive, Which I so long have borne.”—

The Broker’s ‘Stamp Act’ Lament: July, 1862: (R. B. B. 10.)

“Lord save the South from Liberty (?) ‘Beast’ Butler and his masters!”—

The Brotherly Kindness of 1861: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“‘They’ would burst Southern hearts in twain, Nor care if so they could regain”—

Bugle Call: By Colonel John Milledge, of Ga. (Im.)

“I love to feel upon my bridle bit The champ of a thoroughbred,”—

Bugle Note: By A. Lansing Burrows. (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“Tramp! tramp! tramp! steadily on to the foe; With banners afloat in the stirring breeze,”—

Bull Run—A Parody: (W. G. S.)

“At Bull Run where the sun was low, Each Southern face grew pale as snow”—

Bull’s Run: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 11.)

“Says Greely, to Scott, to Richmond, why not, These Southerns are only in fun,”—

Burial of Brigadier General M. Jenkins: At Summerville, Whitsunday, May 15, 1864: by “C. G. P.” (Amaranth.)

“Bring blossoms from the rosy beds of May, Bay from the woodland, myrtle from the bowers,”—

The Burial of Captain O. Jennings Wise: Killed at Roanoke Island, Feb. 8, 1862: by Accomac. (E. V. M.)

“Mournfully the bells are tolling, And the muffled drums are rolling,”—

The Burial of Latane: By Jno. R. Thompson. S. L. M., July and August 1862. Note: The beautiful image in the including stanza is borrowed and some of the language is versified from the eloquent remarks of the Honorable R. M. T. Hunter, on the death of Ex-President Tyler. (E. V. M.)

“The combat raged not long, but ours the day, And, through the hosts that compassed us around,”—

Burial of Lieutenant General Jackson: Air, “Oporto:” by R. W. Kercheval, Esq. (Im.)

“Comrades, advance! Your colors drape with mourning, Muffled your drums, and arms reversed, ye brave,”—

Burial of the Tough Beef in Galveston: March 5, 1864. (Alsb.)

“The Sabbath sun shone bright and fair, The earth rejoiced in gladness,”—

Burn the Cotton: By Estelle, Memphis, Tenn., May 16, 1862. (R. R.)

“Burn the cotton! burn the cotton! Let the solemn triumph rise,”—

Bury Me on the Field, Boys: By Mary S. Grayson, of Md. (Amaranth.)

“Bury me on the field, boys! When the deadly strife is over;”—

Bury Our Dead: (Sunny.)

“Bury our dead! From Rama’s shore! From every beauteous Southland vale,”—

Butler’s Proclamation: By Paul H. Hayne, of S. C. (E. V. M.)

“Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw by The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell”—

By the Banks of Red River: By E. E. Kidd. (Fag.)

“Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye, And gone is her life’s dearest glory.”—

By the Camp Fire: By Fanny Murdaugh Downing. (E. V. M. ’69)

“The sun has fallen: cool and deep The night wind moans in murmurs low.”—

By the Camp Fire: By Viola. [Fannie M. Downing] (E. V. M.)

“The snow has fallen thick and soft, The cold wind mourns in murmurs harsh”—

The Cadets at New Market: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Onward they come, they come! ’Mid the wild battle-hum”—

The Call: By A. B. Baltimore, Oct., 1862. (R. B. B. 71.)

“Maryland! Maryland! Stainless in story”—

The Call: To Editor South Carolinian. By Barhamville. Jan., 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Hark, the shout! from shore to mountain Hark the war note raises high!”—

The Call! By Jennie. (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)

“Sons of Maryland, arouse! They who sealed your eyes in sleep,”—

Call All! Call All! By Georgia. (C. C. from the Rockingham, Va., Register.)

“Whoop! The Doodles have broken loose Running around like the very deuce”—

The Call of Freedom: Richmond, May 1, 1861. (R. A.)

“Hark! To the rescue! Freedom calls, Where triumph’s banners brightly wave,”—

A Call to Kentuckians: By a Southern Rights Woman. Louisville, Ky., June 24, 1862. (R. R.)

“Sons of Kentucky! arise from your dreaming Awake and to arms! for the foe draweth nigh:”—

The Cameo Bracelet: By James B. Randall, of Maryland. (W. G. S.)

“Eva sits on the ottoman there, Sits by a Psyche carved in stone.”—

Campaign Ballad: By Rev. J. E. Carnes. (Alsb.)

“Young Florida sends for their clan—the old Dominion’s brave, With sons of Texas, lead the van, to glory or the grave;”—

Camp Douglas By the Lake: A Prison Song. Air, “Cottage by the Sea.” (Fag.)

“Childhood’s days have long since faded, Youth’s bright dreams like lights gone out,”—

Cannoneer’s Doom: A legend of the 19th century: by F. B., Cottage Hill, Ala., Sept. 7, 1863. (W. F.)

“Oh, tell me not of trimmings red, Thus sighed a cannoneer,”—

Cannon Song: (S. S.)

“Aha! a song for the trumpet’s tongue! For the bugle to sing before us,”—

Captain Maffit’s Ballad of the Sea: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Though winds are high and skies are dark And the stars scarce show us a meteor spark;”—

The Captain’s Story: (E. V. M.)

“We rested on the battle field The busy day was o’er.”—

The Captain With His Whiskers: (Alsb.)

“As they marched through the town with their banners so gay I ran to the window just to hear the band play;”—

The Cap That Poor Henderson Wore: By Willie Lightheart. Charleston, S. C. (C. C.)

“Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn, Faded and worn though it be,”—

Captives Going Home: (W. G. S.)

“No flaunting banners o’er them wave No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray.”—

The Captured Epaulette: By M. J. P. [Mrs. M. J. Preston?] (P. & P. B.)

“Oh! we’ve beaten them gallantly! back from our soil, We have hurled the invader and taken his spoil,”—

The Captured Flag: By Kentucky. Jan. 29, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“It is not strange that you should like to get Sight of the flag that waved”—

Capture of 17 of Company H., 4th Texas Cavalry: Air, “Wake Snakes and Bite a Biskit.” (Alsb.)

“’Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three, We started out on picket, not knowing what we’d see:”—

Carmen Triumphale: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the Southern Illustrated News.)

“Go forth and bid the land rejoice, Yet not too gladly, oh my song!”—

Carolina: By Mrs. C. A. B. (Fag.)

“’Mid her ruins proudly stands, Our Carolina!”—

Carolina: Inscribed to the Pee Dee Legion, General W. W. Harlee, New Orleans, Dec. 1, 1861: by Mrs. Anna Peyre Dennies. (E. V. M.)

“In the hour of thy glory When thy name was far renowned,”—

Carolina: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

“The despot treads thy sacred sands, Thy pines give shelter to his bands,”—

Carolina: April 14, 1861: by John A. Wagener, of S. C. (W. G. S.)

“Carolina! Carolina! Noble name in State and story”—

Carolina’s Hymn: For the Courier: by E. B. C., Jan. 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Be merciful, O God; the crimson tide Of sanguinary war, a cooling flood,”—

Cavalier and Roundhead: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Will he ne’er come again, Come into my waiting arms?”—

The Cavaliers’ Glee: Air, “The Pirates’ Glee:” by Captain Wm. Blackford, of General Stuart’s staff. (S. S.)

“Spur on! spur on! we love the bounding Of barbs that bear us to the fray:”—

The Cavalier’s Serenade: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“O, come to the heart that is beating for thee! By the hope of my freedom, my bride thou shalt be.”—

Charade: [Jackson?] (E. V. M.)

“My first is seen on a field of green And a lucky elf is he,”—

The Charge of the Georgia Eighth: At the Battle of Manassas, July 21, 1861: by Marie Key Steele, of Md. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The rising sun shines gaily, On proud Manassas height,”—

Charge of Hagood’s Bridage: Weldon Railroad, Aug. 21, 1864. (W. G. S.)

“Scarce seven hundred men they stand In tattered, rude array,”—

Charge of the Louisiana Brigade at Atlanta: July 28, 1864: by F. B., Atlanta, Aug. 17, 1864. (W. F.)

“Thunders that roll along Mountains and rocks among,”—

Charge of the Night Brigade: Baltimore, July 13, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“At three o’clock, three o’clock, Three o’clock, onward”—

Charles B. Dreux: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.)

“Weep, Louisiana, weep the gallant dead! Weave the green laurel o’er the undaunted head!”—

Charleston: Written for the Charleston Courier in 1863: by Miss E. B. Cheeseborough. (W. G. S.)

“Proudly she stands by the crystal sea, Within the fires of hate around her,”—

Charleston: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

“What! still does the Mother of Treason uprear Her crest ’gainst the Furies that darken her sea?”—

Charleston: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth.)

“Calmly beside her Tropic strand An Empress, brave and loyal,”—

Charleston: By Henry Timrod: Jan., 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Calm as that second summer which precedes The first fall of the snow,”—

Charlestonians and Yankees: Dialogue between Yankees and the Charlestonians: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.) April, 1863.

“Ho! heigho! for Charleston, ho!”—

Charmed Life: (2 Kings vi, 16): by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Ah! ours is such a little, half-armed band Compared to those who fight to win our land!”—

Cheer, Boys, Cheer! [This was the favorite song of the Kentuckians, and was sung by Southern troops under General Basil Duke at the Battle of Shiloh. Several versions of adapted words were sung to the melody of this song. One of the versions was dedicated to Horace Greely and circulated throughout the North. The original “Cheer, Boys, Cheer,” has, however, always remained closely identified with Southern sentiment.] (Phot. Hist.)

“Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow: Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way,”—

Chickamauga, “The Stream of Death:” (W. G. S. from the Richmond Sentinel.)

“Chickamauga! Chickamauga! O’er thy dark and turbid wave”—

Chief Justice Taney: Air, “The Days of Absence.” (R. B. B., 110.)

“Hail, thou noble hearted lawyer, Advocate of human rights:”—

The Chimes of St. Paul’s: by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“When first St. Paul’s, your sweet-voiced chimes Shed music on the air,”—

Chivalrous C. S. A.: Air, “Vive la Compagnie!” by B. Baltimore, Sept. 21, 1861. (R. R.)

“I’ll sing you a song of the South’s sunny clime, Chivalrous C. S. A.”—

Christian Love in Battle: An incident which occurred at Manassas. Waterproof, La., July 21, 1861: by Wm. H. Holcombe. (S. L. M., Sept., 1861.)

“The Northern soldier reeled and fell Upon the bloody ground to die:”—

Christmas Carol, for 1862: From “Beechenbrook:” by Mrs. M. J. Preston, of Va. (E. V. M.)

“Halt, the march is over Day is almost done;”—

Christmas Day, A. D., 1861: By M. J. H. (Bohemian.)

“The day’s high festival is come, The time of careless mirth,”—

Christmas Eve: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Christmas is here—time to be glad! Alas! I seldom am so sad”—

Christmas, 1863: By Henry Timrod, of S. C. (E. V. M.)

“How grace this hallowed day? Shall hallowed bells from yonder ancient spire”—

Christmas Night of ’62: By W. G. McCabe. S. L. M., Jan., ’63. (B. E.)

“The wintry blast goes wailing by. The snow is falling overhead.”—

Chronicle of Fort Sumter: (Bohemian from the Charleston Courier.)

“Night lingered over quiet shore and bay In grim repose where fort and battery lay,”—

The Church of the North: Inscribed to Bishop Hopkins, of Vermont. Written during the General Convention, Oct., 1862: by Kentucky. (S. C. S.)

“In the midst of raging billows Zion’s harp hung on the willows,”—

The Church of the South to the Church of the North: Written on reading an article in the Church Journal of New York, which I cannot now find: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“We are not divided—no never! no! no! For the Church of the North cannot be our foe:”—

Civile Bellum: [In many collections this poem is entitled “The Fancy Shot.” It was first published in London, in the paper called “Once A Week,” signed “From the Once United States,” and was there entitled “Civile Bellum.” It is believed to be the work of Charles Dawson Shavley, who died in 1876.—Editor.] (G. C. E.)

“Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Right at the heart of yon prowling vidette,”—

Cleburne: (Im.)

“How far and fast the autumn blast Beats the dead leaves o’er the ground:”—

Cleburne: “Another Star now Shines on High:” by M. A. Jennings of Alabama. (W. G. S. from the Selma Dispatch, 1864.)

“Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern brave Hath fallen in his country’s cause, and found a laurelled grave,”—

The Clerk’s Lament: By F. B., Dalton, March 26, 1863. (W. F.)

“Give my companions back to me, My rock built hut so gray,”—

The Cliff Beside the Sea: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.)

“Five summers bright have come and gone, A weary time to me,”—

Close the Ranks: By John L. Sullivan. (W. G. S.)

“The fell invader is before! Close the ranks! Close up the ranks!”—

Clouds in the West: By A. J. Requier, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Hark! on the wind that whistles from the West A manly shout for instant succor comes”—

The Clouds of War: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O God, the clouds of war press heavily! I pant and pant; now I can scarcely breathe,”—

Coast-Guard Cogitations: By Carlos. (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“On the cold, white sand Of a wave-washed strand,”—

Coercion: A Poem for Then and Now: by John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. M., March, 1861. (S. S.)

“Who talks of Coercion? who dares to deny A resolute people the right to be free”—

Colonel B. F. Terry: By J. R. Barrick, Glasgow, Ky. (Alsb.)

“There is a wail As if the voice of sadness, long and deep,”—

The Colonel Gilbert: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The petty Cromwell of our State oppressed Is Buckeye Gilbert, as must be confessed;”—

The Color-Bearer: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“The shock of battle swept the lines, And wounded men, and slain,”—

Columbia: By J. C. J. (W. L.)

“On thy banks, in pride and beauty Stands the city, Congaree!”—

Coming at Last: By Geo. H. Miles. Frederick Co., Md. (E.V. M.)

“Up on the hill there, Who are they, pray,”—

Company A. Seventh Regiment, Texas Cavalry: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Mrs. Dr. M’Grew. Refugio, Texas, Feb. 3, 1863. (Alsb.)

“Let genius bring, on silver wing, her richest best oblation, To crown thy brow, fair as the snow, young and potent nation!”—

Company L, 20th Regiment, T. V. I.: Air, “Root Hog or Die:” by a Private in said company. (Alsb.)

“O here is our Company, the famous Company K They are always on the sick list unless it’s ration day”—

The Confederacy: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the Southern Christian Advocate, 1864.)

“Born to a day, full grown, our Nation stood, The pearly light of heaven was her face,”—

The Confederate Dead: By author of “Albert Hastings.” A.D., 1866. (C. C.)

“O, not o’er these, the true and brave Whose mangled forms in many a grave”—

The Confederate Dead: By Latienne. Enfala, Ala., June, (1866?) (E. V. M. from the Macon Journal.)

“From the broad and calm Potomac, Is the Rio Grande’s waves,”—

The Confederate Dead: (C. C.)

“They sleep. Go not to Rome nor Greece For history knows no nobler race,”—

The Confederate Flag: (E. V. M. ’69.)

“No more o’er living hearts to wave, Its tattered folds forever furled,”—

The Confederate Flag: By J. R. Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. (R. R.)

“Flag of the South! Flag of the free! Thy stars shall cheer each eye,”—

The Confederate Flag: Written by Mrs. C. D. Elder of New Orleans: music by Sig. G. George of Norfolk, Va. (R. B. B., 16½.)

“Bright banner of freedom, with pride I unfold thee: Fair flag of my country, with love I behold thee,”—

The Confederate Flag: By H. L. Flash. (Amaranth.)

“Four stormy years we saw it gleam A people’s hope—and then refurled”—

The Confederate Flag: Red, White and Blue. Composed and Sung by J. S. Prevatt, Co. E., 6th Ga. Regiment. (R. B. B., 16½.)

“On the Banks of the Potomac, there’s an army so grand, Whose object’s to subjugate Dixie’s fair land”—

Confederate Land: By H. H. Strawbridge. (R. R.)

“States of the South! Confederate Land! Our foe has come—the hour is nigh;”—

The Confederate Note: (E. V. M., also C. S. B. No. 25.)

“Representing nothing on God’s earth now, And naught in the water below it:”—

Confederate Oath: Air, “My Maryland;” circulated sub rosa in New Orleans. (Alsb.)

“By the Cross upon our banner, glory of our Southern sky, Swear we now, a band of brothers, free to live, or free to die”—

A Confederate Officer to His Lady Love: By Major McKnight (“Asa Hartz”), A. A. B., General Loring’s staff. Johnston’s Island. (E. V. M.)

“My love reposes on a rosewood frame, A bunk have I:”—

Confederate Paradox: “The falling debris now aids in strengthening Fort Sumter,” Telegram, Charleston, Nov. 6, 1863. (W. L.)

“A seeming evil often is A great and glorious benefit,”—

The Confederate Soldier’s Wife—Parting from Her Husband. (R. B. B., 17.)

“Here is thy trusty blade! Take it, and wield it in a glorious cause;”—

Confederate Song: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” Dedicated to the Kirk’s Ferry Rangers: by their captain, E. Lloyd Wailes. Sung by the Glee Club on July 4, 1861, at the Kirk’s Ferry barbecue, Catahoula, La. (R. R.)

“Rally round our country’s flag! Rally, boys, nor do not lag,”—

The Confederate States: (R. B. B., 16.)

“Yankees may sing of their rank pork and beans, Their dollars and cents are but fabulous dreams”—

A Confederate Valentine: To Miss Jewly Ann Pious: by Peter Barlow. Picked up, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)

“When these lines you read Think not of him unkind”—

Confiscation: A Wife to Her Husband: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Let us go forth into the cold, cold snow! A tyrant says we must, or bow us low”—

Congressman Ely: Air, “Hi Ho Dobbin.” (Wash’n, 44.)

“As I rode down to Manassas one day, With heart light as air and spirit so gay,”—

Conquered: By F. B. (W. F.)

“Like the bird who sings at midnight, I am lone,”—

The Conquered Banner: By Moina. [The Reverend J. A. Ryan, of Knoxville, Diocese of Nashville, Tenn.]: music by A. E. Blackmar. (E. V. M. from the Freeman’s Journal, June 24, 1865.)

“Furl that banner for ’tis weary Round its staff ’tis drooping dreary;”—

The Conscription Bill: (S. L. M., April, ’62.)

“Let us hail in this crisis the prosperous omen That our Senate shows virtue higher than Roman;”—

Conscript’s Departure: (Army.)

“You are going far away, far away from your Jeanette, There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget,”—

Contraband: (Cav.)

“Say, darkies, hab you seen ole massa Wif de mustach on his face,”—

Corinth. (April, 1862): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Land of the Pioneer—behold! come To drink thy balmy airs enchanting West”—

The Cotton Boll: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“While I recline At ease beneath”—

The Cotton-Burners’ Hymn: “On yesterday, all the cotton in Memphis, and throughout the country, was burned. Probably not less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the last three days in West Tennessee and North Mississippi.”—Memphis Appeal. (W. G. S.)

“Lo! where Mississippi rolls Oceanward its stream,”—

Cotton Doodle: Written by a lady on learning that Yankee Doodle had been hissed in New Orleans. San Antonio, Jan. 2, 1861. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Feb. 1861.) From the Galveston Evening News.

“Hurrah for brave King Cotton! The Southerners are singing;”—

Cotton is King: By N. G. R., [Dr. N. G. Ridgley] Baltimore, Jan. 1, 1862. (R. B. B., 18.)

“All hail to the great King. Quick to him your tribute bring”—

The Cotton States’ Farewell to Yankee Doodle: Atlanta, Ga., Feb. 1, 1861. (C. S. B. from the Richmond Dispatch, copied from the Georgia papers.)

“Yankee Doodle fare you well Rice and cotton float you;”—

The Countersign: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (E. V. M.)

“Alas! the weary hours pass slow, The night is very dark and still,”—

Country, Home and Liberty: (R. B. B., 18.)

“Freedom calls you! Quick be ready,— Rouse ye in the name of God,—”

Creation of Dixie: 1861. (C. C.)

“Created by a nation’s glee With jest and song and revelry”—

Crippled for Life: By Leola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] “Mountain Home,” S. W. Virginia, Dec. 1, 1862. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’62.)

“On a low couch as the bright day is dying Young, helpless and hopeless, a soldier is lying,”—

Cruci Dum Spiro, Fido: By J. C. M. New York, March 20, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“You may furl the gleaming star-cross That lit a hundred fields,”—

A Cry to Arms: By Henry Timrod, New Orleans, March 9, 1862. (R. R.)

“Ho! woodsmen of the mountain-side! Ho! dwellers in the vales!”—

The Darlings at Home: By Colonel C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.):

“The sentinel treads his martial round, Afar from his humble home”—

Da Vis!: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, Feb. 10, 1862. (R. B. B. 73.)

“Give us one chance, ’tis all we ask, Be retribution then our task:”—

The Dead: (Randolph.)

“On the field of battle lying, Was a youthful hero dying”—

Dead: By C. C. (Amaranth from the Richmond Examiner.)

“Dead! well I have written the word, and I gaze On it still and again,”—

Dead: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A.; prisoner of war. Camp Chase, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Dead! with no loving hand to part The soft hair back from the pallid brow”—

Dead Jackson: (E. V. M.)

“A chaplet! as ye pause ye brave Beside the broad Potomac’s wave”—

Dead on Manassas Plain: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (I. M.)

“Close beside the broken grasses, Near the setting of the day,”—

The Dead Soldier: (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Go where the dying soldiers lie Eve blushing closes now her eye,”—

Dear Liberty: or Maryland Will Be Free: Air, “Carry me back to old Virginny:” by Miss R. L., a Daughter of Dixie. (R. B. B., 73.)

“Farewell dear Liberty, farewell for awhile, Ere long we’ll greet thee again.”—

Dear Mother I’ve Come Home to Die: Music by Henry Tucker: words by E. Bowers. Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M.)

“Dear Mother, I remember well, The parting kiss you gave to me”—

Death-Bed of Stonewall Jackson: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)

“Stretched on his couch the Christian warrior lies; Cold perspiration beads his marble brow;”—

The Death of Ashby: By J. A. Via. Richmond, June 16, 1862. (S. L. M., May, 1862.)

“Wild rings the raging battle cry; It’s thunders echo in the sky,”—

The Death of General A. S. Johnston: (S. O. S.)

“A nation tolls his requiem; Bring forth the victor’s diadem,”—

Death of Albert Sidney Johnston: By George B. Milnor, Harrisburg, Tex. (Alsb.)

“The sun was sinking o’er the battle plain, Where the night winds were already sighing,”—

Death of Jackson: By Cornelia M. Jordan. (Corinth.)

“Brightly the moon o’er pallid corpses streaming, Mingled her soft rays with the cannon’s breath,”—

Death of William H. Mitchell: Killed at Gettysburg: by Lieutenant J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

“So bright in his genius—so bright in his youth Gone to his grave!”—

Death of Polk: (W. L.)

“We hear a solemn saddening sound, A mournful knell;”—

Death of Stonewall Jackson: (Fag.)

“On a bright May morn in ’sixty-three, And eager for the action,”—

Death of Stonewall Jackson: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.)

“Southrons all bewail the loss Of a hero true and brave,”—

Death of the Lincoln Despotism: Air, “Root, Hog, or Die:” (P. & P. B. from the Richmond Times-Despatch.)

“’Twas out upon mid-ocean that the San Jacinta hailed An English neutral vessel, while on her course she sailed.”—

Death of the Young Partisan: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Richmond.)

“He fell—not where numbers were falling Whose groans with the cannon peal blend,”—

The Debt of Maryland: By H. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. B. B., 72.)

“Remember, men of Maryland, You have a debt to pay.”—

De Cotton Down in Dixie: (“These capital verses were found on board of the English barque ‘Premier’ in January, 1863, bound from Liverpool to Havana, sixty miles west of Madeira, by Lone Star, of Galveston, Texas.”) (Alsb.)

“I’m gwine back to de land of cotton, Wid de ‘English Flag’ in an ‘English Bottom’”—

Dedicated to the Baltimore Light Artillery, C. S. A.: by Captain G. W. Alexander. (R. B. B. 81.)

“The Maryland boys are coming Dost hear their stirring drums?”—

Dedication: To Mrs. Fanny S. Bears: By F. B. Kingston, Feb. 23, 1864. (W. F.)

“To you, though known but yesterday, I trust These winged thoughts of mine”—

Dejected: By G. W. Archer, M. D.: In the Field, Sept.’64. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Turmoil, never, never ending! Clamor, clangor, grasp and groan!”—

Desolated: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“A weight of suffering my spirit seals As I stand of life’s sweetest joys bereft,”—

Despondency: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“The waters in life’s goblet sink, Which late were foaming to its brink”—

The Despot’s Song: By Old Secesh. Baltimore, March 15, 1862. (R. R.)

“With a beard that was filthy and red His mouth with tobacco bespread”—

Destruction of the Vandal Host at Manassas: A Parody: by J. J. H. (R. R.)

“Abe Lincoln came down like a wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were thirsting for silver and gold,”—

The Devil’s Delight: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.)

“To breakfast one morning the Devil came down, By demons and vassals attended:”—

The Devil’s Visit to Old Abe: Written on the occasion of Lincoln’s proclamation for prayer and fasting after the battle of Manassas: by Reverend E. P. Birch, of La Grange, Ga., Feb. 10, 1862. (Wash’n 52.)

“Old Abe was sitting in his chair of state, With one foot on the mantel and one on the grate”—

Devotion: Jan. 1863. (Md. Hist. B.)

“Now that another year’s gone by And gushing tears have filled the eye”—

Died: Arthur Robinson: Richmond, Dec. 23, 1863. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Gone from the tumult—gone from the strife, From the evil times that sadden life;”—

A Dirge: by G. W. Archer, M. D., Harford Co., Md., June, ’61. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“How can I rest? E’en in the quiet of this lonely wood”—

Dirge for Ashby: by Mrs. M. J. Preston: (W. G. S.)

“Hear ye that thrilling word— Accent of dread”—

Disgrace and Shame: Air, “The Campbells Are Coming.” (R. B. B. 21.)

“Hallo! what’s the matter? Indigo’s blue, why this clatter”—

Dixey’s Land: Baltimore and Frederick Streets, Baltimore, Md. (Wash’n 54.)

“Away down South in de fields ob cotton, Pork and cabbage in de pot.”—

Dixie: (E. V. M.)

“Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best, Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest.”—

Dixie: By Richard W. Nicholls. (N. Y. P. L.)

“Southron, your country calls you And in arms must now enroll you”—

Dixie: By Albert Pike: (W. G. S.)

“Southrons, hear your country call you! Up, lest worse than death befall you!”—

Dixie: 1861: By Ina Marie Porter, of Greenville, Ala. (N. Y. P. L.)

“In Dixie cotton loves to grow With leaf of green and boll of snow,”—

Dixie Doodle: (Randolph.)

“Dixie whipped old Yankee Doodle early in the morning So Yankeedom had best look out”—

Dixie the Land of King Cotton: From the Highly Successful Musical Operetta “The Vivandiere.” Words by Captain Hughes of Vicksburg: music by J. H. Hewitt. (R. B. M.)

“Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton, The home of the brave and the free,”—

Dixie War Song: By H. S. Stanton, Esq. (L. & L.)

“Hear ye not the sounds of battle Sabres clash and muskets rattle?”—

Dix’s Manifesto: Air, “Dearest Mae:” by “B.” Baltimore, Sept. 11, 1861. (R. B. B. 23.)

“Once on a time in Baltimore There reigned a mighty King.”—

Dodge’s Police: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 24.)

“Come all ye Southern lassies That joined in our parade,”—

Doffing the Gray: By Lieutenant Falligant of Savannah, Ga. (W. G. S.)

“Off with your gray suits, boys— Off with your rebel gear”—

Do They Miss Me in the Trenches! Vicksburg Song. Air, “Do They Miss Me at Home.” (Alsb.)

“Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me, When the shells fly so thickly round,”—

Do We Weep For the Heroes That Died for Us? By Father A. J. Ryan. (Sunny.)

“Do we weep for the heroes who died for us, Who, living, were true and tried for us,”—

Down-Trodden Maryland: Air, “Tom Bowling:” by B. [This is especially interesting because the poem, which is here of three stanzas, 1, 2 and 3, is to be found in R. B. B. 67, in its 3rd edition, expanded to 6 stanzas, 1+a+2+b+c+3, signed N. G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgely), dated Baltimore, March 4, 1862.] (R. B. B. 64.)

“Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lie The noblest of all States”—

Do Ye Quail? By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

“Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians, The first foot-tramp of Tyranny’s minions?”—

Dreaming: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)

“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber, In a charmed trance she lies;”—

Dreaming in the Trenches: By William Gordon M’Cabe. Petersburg Trenches, 1864. (C. C.)

“I picture her there in the quaint old room Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,”—

A Dream Visit to the Battle Field of Sharpsburg: By Leola [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (Amaranth.)

“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band, Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”—

Drinking Song: Air, “We Won’t Go Home ’Till Morning.” By F. B. (W. F.)

“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys, In troubles who wish to be gay,”—

The Drummer Boy: By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, July 28, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“All pallid upon his couch he lay, As death fast dimmed his eye,”—

The Drummer Boy of Shiloh: (Alsb.)

“On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay, Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day,”—

During a Snow Storm: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Mists of beauty fill the air, With splendor rare:”—

Dutch Volunteer: By Harry McCarthy. (1862.) (Fag.)

“It was in Ni Orleans city I first heard der drums und fife,”—

Duty and Defiance: By Colonel Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.)

“Raise the thrilling cry, to arms! Texas needs us all, Texans!”—

The Dying Confederate’s Last Words: By Maryland. [Note in pencil, by L. Katzenberger, Baltimore.] (R. B. B. 23.)

“Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast, My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past.”—

The Dying Mother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Where Great Kanawha, ‘River of the Woods,’ Flows tranquilly amid Virginia’s hills,”—

The Dying Soldier: (R. B. B. 22.)

“My noble commander! thank God, you have come! You know the dear ones who are waiting at home.”—

The Dying Soldier: By R. R. B. 1861-1862. (C. C. from The Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Lay him down gently where shadows lie still And cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,”—

The Dying Soldier: By James A. Mecklin. (S. B. P.)

“Gather round him where he’s lying, Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”—

The Dying Soldier: By Philula. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)

“I am dying, comrade, dying, Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”—

Dying Soldier Boy: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by A. B. Cunningham, of La. (Alsb.)

“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying! The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”—

The Dying Soldier, or The Moon Rose O’er the Battle Plain: An admired song composed for the pianoforte: published by J. W. Davis & Sons, Richmond, Va., 1864. (R. B. M.)

“The moon rose o’er the battle plain And smiled from her dark throne,”—

Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson: (Hubner.)

“The stars of night contain the glittering Day And rain his glory down with sweeter grace,”—

1861: (E. V. M.)

“Virginia’s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale, The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale,”—

Eight Years Ago: A Prison Lay: by W. E. Penn, of Tenn. (Sunny.)

“Just eight years ago, I remember the day, When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;”—

Elegy on Leaving Home: Air, “Good-bye:” by Major Webber, 2nd Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. December, 1862. (W. L.)

“Farewell! Farewell! my fair loved land, Where I hoped to live and die;”—

Ella Nocare: By Dick. (S. L. M., Jan., ’64.)

“Fair Ella Nocare—bright Ella Nocare, Was born of a wealthy sire”—

The Empty Sleeve: By Dr. J. R. Bagby, of Virginia. (W. G. S.)

“Tom, old fellow, I grieve to see The sleeve hanging loose at your side,”—

Encore et Toujours Maryland: by Constance Cary: (Bohemian.)

“A plea for Maryland! Outraged old Maryland!”—

The Enemy Shall Never Reach Your City: Andrew Jackson’s Address to the people of New Orleans. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Never, while such as ye are in the breach, Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!”—

Enfants du Sud: By R. Thomassy: for the Courier. Nouvelle Orleans, 2 Janvier, 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menace Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.”—

England’s Neutrality: A Parliamentary Debate, with notes by a Confederate Reporter: by John R. Thompson. (S. S.)

“All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy, Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope’s wild extravagancy,”—

Enigma: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“My whole forms a part of what means ‘no one knows,’ My second’s a name oft given to my foes:”—

Enlisted Today: (W. G. S.)

“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing, And summer sends kisses by beautiful May.”—

The Ensign: An Incident of the Battle of Gettysburg: by Robert. Camp 1st La. Regulars, Nicholl’s Brigade, Aug. 14, 1863. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)

“The shrill bugle sounded—down the battle scarred front— Rang the music to many an ear,”—

Epistle to the Ladies: By W. E. M., of General Lee’s Army. (W. L.)

“Ye Southern maids and ladies fair, Of whatso’er degree,”—

Ethnogenesis: Written during the meeting of the 1st Southern Congress, at Montgomery, Feb., 1861: by Henry Timrod of S. C. (W. G. S.)

“Hath not the morning dawned with added light, and shall not evening call another star.”—

Eulogy of the Dead: By B. F. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“Oh! weep not for the dead Whose blood for freedom shed,”—

Evacuation of Manassas: By Iris. Warrenton, April 5, 1862. S. L. M., Sept. and Oct., 1862, under title of Rear Guard of Army. (E. V. M.)

“The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too, When the rear guard of the army came marching into view,”—

Exchanged! By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”). (Sunny.)

“From his dim prison house by Lake Erie’s bleak shore, He is borne to his last resting place;”—

The Exiled Soldiers’ Adieu to Maryland: By I. Camp near Manassas, July 5, 1861: printed in the C. S. Army. (R. B. B. 79.)

“Adieu my home! Adieu dear Maryland! For honor calls me now away from thee.”—

The Exodus: II Kings, vii, 6, 7, 15 and Joel ii, 20: by Old Soldier. (R. B. B. 25.)

“O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise, And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,”—

The Expected Texas Invasion: The Bloody Twentieth, Galveston, Tex., March 22, 1865. (Alsb.)

“What right have the Northmen our homes to invade— Could the scions of freemen admit?”—

Fable or History: (Victor Hugo) by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (S. L. M.)

“A hungry Ape one summer’s day Did idly through a forest stray,”—

The Fair and the Brave: Flag Presentation to the “Jackson Hornets” by Eleven Young Ladies at Bellefonte, Ala. Written by a Tennessee poetess. (P. &. P. B. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“First to rise against oppression In this glorious Southern band;”—

The Faith of The South: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God is the weak man’s arm, We cannot feel despair;”—

The Fall of Sumter, April, 1861: By A. L. D. of Raleigh, N. C. (E. V. M.)

“’Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep, While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep.”—

Farewell: By F. B., Clinton, June 3, 1863. (W. F.)

“Farewell! Stern duty calls me fast ’Gainst the foe,”—

Farewell, Forever, the Star Spangled Banner: By Mrs. E. D. Hundley, May 14, 1862. (C. S. B.)

“Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble, And bow down their necks ’neath the ‘Juggernaut’ car,”—

Farewell to Brother Johnathan: By Caroline. (R. R.)

“Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land.”—

Farewell to Johnson’s Island: By Major George McKnight (Asa Hartz). (Sunny.)

“I leave thy shore, O hated Isle, Where misery marked my days;”—

A Farewell to Pope: By John R. Thompson, of Virginia. (W. G. S.)

“‘Hats off’ in the crowd, ‘Present arms’ in the line, Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline”—

Fast and Pray: “I appoint Friday, Nov. 15th, a day of general fasting and prayer,” Jefferson Davis. (Bohemian.)

“Soldier, on the whitened field, Resting on thy burnished shield,”—

Fast Day, Nov. 1861: By Miss R. Powell of Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“Hark to the silvery chiming That stirs the quiet air,”—

The Fate of the Republic: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years— Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”—

The Federal Vandals: Micah iv, 13: by Senex. (Note by author: The writer has taken the liberty to vary and to apply to our Northern foes part of an original poem in MSS. written by himself.) (R. R. and under the title of It is I! R. B. B.)

“They come, they come,—a motley crew For rapine, rape and plunder met;”—

The Federal Vendue: Abraham Auctionarius Loquitur. (R. B. B. 27).

“And going—going! Step up, friends, I’ve lots of lumber here to sell”—

Few Days: (Alsb.)

“Our country now is great and free, few days, few days; And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;”—

Fiat Justitia: Dedicated to the Maryland Prisoners at Fort Warren: by a Lady of Baltimore, H. Rebel. (E. V. M., under title of God Will Repay R. B. B.)

“There is no day however darkly clouded But hath a brighter sun,”—

Field of Glory: By J. H. Hewitt.

“When upon the field of glory ’Mid the battle cry”—

The Field of Williamsburg: To Eugene: by C. C. (S. L. M., Aug. ’63.)

“Back to the field, whence yestere’en The Vandal Horde were flying seen,”—

The Fiend Unbound: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“No more with glad and happy cheer And smiling face, doth Christmas come”—

Fight On! Fight Ever! By Dr. D. M. Norfolk City Jail, Sept. 7, 1863. (C. C.)

“Still wave the stars and bars O’er Sumter’s battered walls;”—

The Fire of Freedom: (W. G. S.)

“The holy fire that nerved the Greek To make his stand at Marathon.”—

First Love: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, Jan., 1865. (Sunny.)

“In the blithesome days of boyhood, In the unforgotten past;”—

Fishing in Troubled Waters: (R. B. B. 87.)

“In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn ‘council’ met. To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset.”—

The Flag: (R. B. B. 77.)

“The Stars and Stripes! is that the flag the Northern army waves, To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?”—

The Flag of Secession: Air, “The Star Spangled Banner:” [by Frederick Pinkney?] (R. B. B. 27.)

“Oh say can’t you see by the dawn’s early light What you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,”—

Flag of Our Country: By a Lady of Winchester. (Broadside in possession of Editor.)

“Flag of our country, we’re weeping for thee, Dimm’d are the stars round the Palmetto tree”—

Flag of the Free Eleven: (Randolph.)

“Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze, For the smile of approving Heaven”—

The Flag of the Lone Star: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“Hurrah for the Lone Star! Up, up to the mast,”—

The Flag of the South: For the Evening Star: suggested by the raising of the flag in Kansas City: by Charles P. Lenox. (R. B. B. 26½.)

“Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze, Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease.”—

Flag of the South: For the Evening Star: by J. H., Baltimore, Md. (R. B. B. 26½.)

“Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendor The emblems of right and of triumph we see.”—

Flag of the Southland: Air, “I’m Afloat:” by Major E. W. Cave, of Houston: (Alsb.)

“Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free! Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!”—

Flag of Truce: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., 2nd Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, July, 1864. (W. L.)

“Thou beautiful emblem of Peace— White sail upon war’s bloody seas.”—

Flight of Doodles: (R. R.)

“I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun— I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun”—

The Foe at the Gates: Charleston: by John Dickson Bruns, M. D. (W. G. S.)

“Ring round her! children of her glorious skies Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great,”—

Fold It Up Carefully: A reply to the lines entitled “The Conquered Banner:” by Sir Henry Houghton, Bart. of England, Oct., 1865. (The following, written in England, comes to us from a friend in Virginia, who says it was sent by the author to a gentleman in that state, and that it has not yet appeared in print.) (E. V. M.)

“Gallant nation, foiled by numbers, Say not that your hopes are fled;”—

Follow! Boys, Follow! By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)

“Follow, brave boys, follow! ’Tis the roll-call of the drum,”—

For Bales: Air, “Johnny Fill up the Bowl.” (Fag.)

“We all went down to New Orleans, For Bales, for Bales;”—

For Punch: (Bohemian from the Southern Literary Messenger.)

“For fifty years the world has rung With nothing strange or new, sir,”—

Forget? Never! By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)

“Can the mother forget the child of her love, Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”—

Fort Donelson Falls: Written in great agony, 3 p. m., Feb. 17, [1862?]: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Demons, hark! those cannon booming; Death howls over liberty,”—

Fort Donelson: The Siege: Feb., 1862: by Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.)

“I cannot look on the sunshine That breaks thro’ the clouds today”—

Fort Moultrie: For the Courier: by Carolina. Jan., 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Long the pride of Carolina, Cherished in our ‘heart of hearts,’”—

Forts Morris and Moultrie: (Bohemian.)

“Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes! List! methinks I hear the strain”—

Fort Sumter: (R. R. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“It was a noble Roman In Rome’s imperial day,”—

Fort Sumter: By H. (Bohemian from the New Orleans Delta.)

“Ask the Fort—let Peace prevail, Claim the Fort—but yet forbear”—

Fort Sumter: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)

“Up through the water, towering high,”—

Fort Sumter: A Southern Song. Air, “Dearest May:” by Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 26.)

“Come now and gather round me, A story I’ll relate,”—

Fort Wagner: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Glory unto the gallant boys who stood At Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van,”—

The 47th Va. Regiment: At the Battle of Frazier’s Farm, June 30, 1862: by S. D. D. (S. L. M., March, 1863.)

“Virginians! let the foe now feel What vengeance ours may be;”—

The Four Brothers: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)

“In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept, O’er the form so cold and chill,”—

A Fragment: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Why needst thou go away from me, my love? Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt,”—

A Fragment, Cabinet Council: From the Charleston Mercury. (P. & P. B.)

“Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak, Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft—I did but dream!”—

Freedom’s Call: Air, “God Save the South.” Baltimore, June 1, 1862. (R. B. B. 28.)

“Southrons, to arms! Justice with flaming sword,”—

Freedom’s Muster Drum: By John H. Hewitt. (Lee.)

“When Freedom from her dazzling home Looked down upon the breathing world,”—

Freedom’s New Banner: By Dan E. Townsend. June 30, 1862. (Fag. from the Richmond Dispatch.)

“When clouds of apprehension o’ershaded The banner that Liberty bore,”—

From the Rapidan, 1864: (W. G. S.)

“A low wind in the pines! And a dull pain in the breast!”—

From the South to the North: By C. L. S. (R. R.)

“There is no union when the hearts That once were bound together,”—

The Frontier Ranger: By M. B. Smith, 2nd Texas. (Alsb.)

“Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger. A song, tho’ a sad one, you are welcome to hear,”—

The Funeral Dirge of Stonewall Jackson: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey, May 20, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Muffled drum and solemn bugle, Sound a dirge as on ye move,”—

Funeral of Albert Sidney Johnston: (Fag.)

“He fell, and they cried, bring us home our dead! We’ll bury him here where the prairies spread,”—

The Gallant Colonel: (R. B. B. 32.)

“There lived a man in Brooklin town An Abolition teacher”—

Gallant Second Texans: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by M. B. Smith, Company C., 2nd Texas: (Alsb.)

“The gallant Second Texans are men that we hold dear, Thro’ out our loved Confederacy their praises you will hear,”—

Gather! Gather! By Robert Joselyn. (Bohemian.)

“Gather around your country’s flag, Men of the South! the hour has come,”—

The Gathering of the Southern Volunteers: Air, “La Marseillaise.” (S. L. M., June, 1861.)

“Sons of the South! behold the morning God-like ascends his golden car,”—

Gay and Happy: Camp Song of the Maryland Line as Sung by the Baltimore Boys in Richmond. Air, “Gay and Happy.” (C. S. B.)

“We’re the boys so gay and happy Wheresoe’er we chance to be”—

Gendron Palmer, of the Holcombe Legion: By Ina M. Porter of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“He sleeps upon Virginia’s strand While comrades of the Legion stand,”—

General Albert Sidney Johnston: By Mary Jervey, of Charleston. (W. G. S.)

“In the thickest fight triumphantly he fell While into Victory’s arms he led us on;”—

General Beauregard: (R. B. B. 9.)

“When war clouds gathered about our land And out of the North came a hostile band,”—

General Butler: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B. 12.)

“Butler and I went out from camp At Bethel to make battle,”—

General Hood’s Last Charge: By Mary Hunt McCaleb. (Im.)

“The twilight of death is beginning to fall. Death’s shadows are creeping high upon the wall,”—

A General Invitation: By I. R. (S. S.)

“Come! leave the noisy Longstreet, Fly to the Fields with me;”—

General Jackson in the Valley of the Shenandoah: Air, “Dandy Jim:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The clouds were heavy o’er our land, And darkest o’er the brave true band”—

General J. E. B. Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M.)

“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—

General Jeff Davis: Air, “Kelvin Grove:” (West. Res.)

“Who is this with noble mien Southern hearties, O!”—

General John B. Floyd: By Eulalie. Woodlawn, Va., April, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“The noble hero calmly sleeps Unheeding all life’s surging woes,”—

General Johnston: Air, “American Star.” (R. B. B. 50.)

“Behold the brave son of the Good ‘Old Dominion’ The Yankees for niggers, but Johnston for me”—

General Lee: Air, “Oh, Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” (R. B. B. 60.)

“There is a man in Old Virginny His name is General Lee,”—

General Lee: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I’ve tried to write of General Lee, But always stop, to bend my knee”—

General Lee At the Battle of the Wilderness: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia’s god-like son Second unto none in glory: equal to her Washington.”—

General Price’s Appeal: (Alsb.)

“Come from the Western fountains, Come from the plains so wild and rough,”—

General Robert E. Lee: By Tenella: [Mrs. R. B. Clark of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“As went the knight with sword and shield To tourney or to battle field,”—

General Tom Green: By Mrs. Wm. Barnes, of Galveston. (Alsb.)

“A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone! A hero of heroes has sunk to his rest!”—

Georgia, My Georgia!: By Carrie B. Sinclair. (W. G. S.)

“Hark! ’tis the cannon’s deafening roar, That sounds along thy sunny shore,”—

A Georgia Volunteer: Written by Mrs. Townshend at the neglected grave of one who was a member of the 12th Georgia, a regiment whose gallantry was conspicuous on every field where its colors waved, and which won praise for peculiar daring, even among the ‘foot-cavalry’ of Jackson: by Xariffa. (C. C.)

“Far up the lonely mountain-side My wandering footsteps led;”—

Gettysburg: By Edward L. Walker, M. D., of North Carolina. (Amaranth.)

“From the hills of the West to the shores of the sea, From the yellow Roanoke to the distant Pedee,”—

The Girl I Left Behind Me: (Alsb.)

“I’m lonesome since I crossed the hills and o’er the moor that’s sedgy With heavy thoughts my mind is filled, since parted I with Peggy.”—

The Girls of the Monumental City: Written by a Confederate Prisoner. Baltimore, Md., March, 1862. (S. B. P.)

“Daughters of the sunny South Where Freedom loves to dwell,”—

Give Them Bread! By G. L. R. (E. V. M.)

“Have you heard the calls for succor, Cries of hunger that have come,”—

Give Up! By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Give up and plead, ’twas the fiat of fate That the blood which now reddens your veins,”—

Glen Roy: Sonnet: By F. B. Gloucester Co., Va., Sept. 1861. (W. F.)

“It is a curious world, this world of ours, Time but creates in order to destroy,”—

Glorious January 1, 1863: Air, “Oaks of James Davis:” by M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my song Let joy and thanksgiving and praises abound,”—

God and Our Rights: (Randolph.)

“God and our Right, from every glen, Come marching ranks of fearless men,”—

God Be Our Trust: Air, “Heaven Is Our Home: let not our courage fail.” (R. B. B. 37.)

“God save our Southern land, God be our trust, Storms rage on every hand, God be our trust,”—

God Bless Our Land: Anthem of the Confederate States: by E. Young, Lexington, Ga. (Bohemian from the Southern Field and Fireside.)

“Oh God! our only King, To Thee our hearts we bring;”—

God Bless Our President: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God bless our President, The hope of the Free!”—

God Bless Our Southern Land: Air, “God Save the Queen.” Respectfully inscribed to Major General J. B. Magruder, and sung on the occasion of his public reception in the city of Houston, Texas, Jan. 20, 1863. (C. S. B.)

“God bless our Southern land, God save our sea-girt land,”—

God Bless the South: Air, “God Speed the Right.” (R. B. B. 32.)

“Now to heaven one prayer ascending, God bless the South”—

God Help Kentucky: An Anthem: (R. B. B. 52.)

“Lord from Thy heavenly throne Thy holy will be done;”—

God Save the South: (R. R.)

“God bless our Southern land! Guard our beloved land!”—

God Save the South: By R. S. Agnew of Newfern. December, 1861. (E. V. M.)

“Wake every minstrel’s strain, Ring o’er each Southern plain,”—

God Save the South: National Hymn: By George H. Miles of Frederick, Md.: music by C. W. A. Ellerbock, permission of A. E. Blackmar. [Note: This was the first song published in the South during the War.] S. L. M., Oct., 1863, from the Charleston Mercury. (C. S. B.)

“God save the South, Her altars and firesides”—

God Save the Southern Land: A Hymn. By S. Francis Cameron, of Md.: (Amaranth.)

“Oh, let the cry awaken, From every hero-band”—

Going Home: By M. L. M. (W. L.)

“No flaunting banners o’er them wave, No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray,”—

Gone to the Battlefield: By John Antrobus, Headquarters Ninth Va. Regiment Volunteers. (C. C.)

“The reaper has left the field, The mower has left the plain,”—

Goober Peas: By A. Pender. [One of the most widely known Confederate songs.] (Im.)

“Sitting by the roadside, on a summer day, Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;”—

Good News From Dixie: (R. B. B. 34.)

“How the South’s great heart rejoices At your cannon’s ringing voices,”—

The Good Old Cause: By John D. Phelan, of Montgomery, Ala. (W. G. S.)

“Huzza! Huzza! for the ‘Good Old Cause,’ ’Tis a stirring sound to hear,”—

Governor Hicks: Air, “Money Musk.” (R. B. B. 65.)

“Mister Hicks, full of tricks, Now prying, next time trying,”—

Grant’s Litany Changed to Suit My Feelings: Air, “Spanish Hymn” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Saviour, when in dust to Thee, Low we bow adoring knee,”—

Grave of A. Sidney Johnston: By J. B. Synnott. (W. G. S.)

“The Lone Star State secretes the clay Of him who led on Shiloh’s field,”—

The Grave of Ashby: By Old Fogy. (Amaranth.)

“Rest, soldier, rest! thy sword hath won A fadeless wreath of glory:”—

Grave of Washington: (Cav.)

“Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep ’Neath the boughs of the willow that over him weep,”—

Graves for the Invaders: A Fragment. Savannah, Ga., 1863. (R. B. B. 35.)

“Graves for the invaders—graves Scoop’d from the reeking sod”—

Graves of Our Home-Heroes: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. March 31, 1865. (Corinth).

“Behold! they sleep, Our own defenders bold, who lately stood”—

Great Big Bethel Fight: Awful Calamity! Air, “Dixie.” (R. B. B. 35.)

“I’ll tell you of a tale that lately befell And the place where it happened was big Bethel,”—

Great Cry and Little Wool or the leading Republicans described in verse: By Barnstable. Baltimore, July 2, 1861. (R. B. B. 34½.)

“O dearest Muse, thy help I ask, Though mine is but a scurvy task”—

The Great Fast Day in the South: June 13th: by B. Orange county. (S. L. M. August, ’61.)

“From yonder high embattled grounds Where Harper’s Ferry stands,”—

Greek Fire: or, The Siege of Charleston: By Eustanzia. New Orleans, Oct., 1863. (Wash’n 78.)

“Hark! the battle! hark! the battle! Hark! the deadly cannons’ rattle”—

Greeting for Victory: For the Courier: by C. G. P. Charleston, April 17, 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Carolinians, ye have answered To our Mother’s thrilling call,”—

The Griffin: (Alsb.)

“’Tis said the Griffins of olden time Were strange and monstrous creatures,”—

Guerrilla: Verses circulated among the scouting parties of rebel partisan horse in the Shenandoah Valley, in the summer of 1864. (E. V. M. ’69 from the New York Round Table.)

“Who hither rides so hard? A Scout— Just after the midnight he stole out,”—

The Guerrilla Martyrs: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.)

“Aye, to the doom—the scaffold and the chain, To all your cruel tortures, bear them on,”—

The Guerrillas: [It may add something to the interest with which these stirring lines are read, to know that they were composed within the walls of a Yankee Bastile. They reached us in Mss. through the courtesy of a returned prisoner.—Richmond Examiner.] By S. Teackle Wallis. Fort Lafayette, 1862. S. L. M., July and Aug., 1862, dated Fort Warren Dungeon, 1862. (S. S.)

“Awake and to horses! my brothers, For the dawn is glimmering gray,”—

Ha! Ha! The Fighting, Ha! Air, “Ha! Ha! the wooing, ha!” by Kentucky: sung after the battle of Richmond, Ky. (S. O. S.)

“Kirby Smith came here to fight! Ha! ha! the fighting! ha!”—

Happy Land of Canaan: (J. M. S.)

“I sing you a song, and it won’t detain me long All about the times we are gaining;”—

Happy Land of Canaan: A Texas Song. (Randolph.)

“Oh, the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha! ha!”—

Hardee’s Defense of Savannah: A Southern Ballad of the War. (R. B. B. 40.)

“Have you heard of the brave Hardee The famous General Hardee?”—

Hard Times: By M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. August 13, 1862. (Alsb.)

“Just listen awhile and give ear to my song Concerning this war, which will not take me long;”—

Hark! The Summons: By B. Baltimore, Oct. 9, 1861. (R. B. B. 41.)

“Hark! in the South the thundering drum, The gathering myriads ceaseless hum”—

Hark! Hark! The War Bugle: Air, “Hark! Hark! the Soft Bugle:” (Randolph.)

“Hark! hark! the war bugle, the fife and the drum, Wake the hearts of the noble and brave:”—

Harp of the South: A Sonnet: by Cora. (R. R.)

“Harp of the South, awake! a loftier strain Than ever yet thy tuneful strings has stirred,”—

Harp of the South, Awake! A Southern war song dedicated to Captain Bradley T. Johnson, now in service in Virginia: by J. M. Kilgour, Frederick, Md., April 10, 1861. Music by C. L. Peticolas: published by George Dunn, Richmond, Va., 1863. S. L. M. Editor’s Table, June, 1861. (R. B. M.)

“Harp of the South awake From every golden wire,”—

Headquarters in the Saddle: (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“Pope his ‘headquarters in the saddle’ places Where other mortals their hindquarters plant, sir:”—

Hearing Cannon: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I feel as though in my own coffin laid, Listening to the last office that is paid,”—

The Heart of Louisiana: By Harriet Stanton. (R. R. from the New Orleans Delta.)

“Oh let me weep while o’er our land Vile discord strides, with sullen brow,”—

Heart Victories: By a Soldier’s Wife. Front Royal, Virginia, Oct. 30, 1861. S. L. M., Editor’s Table, Jan., 1862. (E. V. M.)

“There’s not a stately hall, There’s not a cottage fair,”—

He’ll See It When He Wakes: By Frank Lee. (Im.)

“Amid the clouds of battle smoke The sun had died away,”—

Here and There, A Contrast: (E. V. M. from The Sunny South.)

“There’s clashing of arms in the Sunny South, There’s hurrying to and fro,”—

Here’s Your Mule: (Alsb.)

“A farmer came to camp one day, with milk and eggs to sell, Upon a mule who oft would stray to where no one could tell,”—

A Hero’s Daughter: (M. C. L.) by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“She boasts no Amazonian charms, Minerva’s helmet never crowned her.”—

The Hero’s Dream: Brigadier General J. H. Morgan at Larmenesburg: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Weary from his long toil To free his native land,”—

The Hero Without A Name: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., Prisoner of War, Camp Chase, Oct., 1864. (E. V. M., also S. S. No. 7.)

“I loved when a child, to seek the page Where war’s proud tales are grandly told,”—

Hicksie: (Parody on “Dixie”.) (R. B. B. 66.)

“Ets a mighty bad way dey’s got ole Hicks in Case things won’t stay de how he’s fixin”—

His Last Words: (W. G. S.)

“Come let us cross the river and rest beneath the trees, And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze;”—

Holly and Cypress: By Mrs. Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

“Merry old Christmas has come again, With plenty of pleasure,—naught of pain;”—

Home: Dedicated to a Young Woman of Petersburg, Va. Composed by a Confederate Soldier, July 26, 1864. (C. C.)

“What is the sound of sweetness that thrills the wondrous breast And brings with magic fleetness fond thoughts of peace and rest?”—

Home—After the War: By M. E. H. Baltimore. (E. V. M.)

“In the grassy lane as the sun went down, He slackened his fevered and weary feet,”—

Home Again! By Lieutenant Howard. (Sunny.)

“Home again! Home again! From Lake Erie’s shore;”—

Home Again: Written in Prison by Jeff. Thompson: (E. V. M.)

“My dear wife awaits my coming, My children lisp my name,”—

Homespun: (Bohemian.)

“The air is balmy with the breath Of the early coming Spring,”—

The Homespun Dress: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Carrie Bell Sinclair. (C. S. B.)

“Oh, yes I am a Southern girl And glory in the name,”—

Hood’s Old Brigade “On the March:” By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (Alsb.)

“’Twas midnight when we built our fires— We marched at half-past three!”—

Hood’s Texas Brigade: (Alsb.)

“Down by the valley ’mid thunder and lightning, Down by the valley ’mid shadows of night,”—

Horse-Marines at Galveston: Air, “The Barring of the Door.” (Alsb.)

“It was on a New Year’s morn so soon, Before the break of day, O,”—

The Hour Before Execution: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.)

“Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains Is one short hour of this fast fleeting life,”—

How McClellan Took Manassas: By Ole Napoleon. (West. Res.)

“Heard ye how the bold McClellan, (He, the wether with the bell on,)”—

How the Soldiers Talk: By Joseph Scrutchen, of Atlanta, Ga. (Im.)

“We have heard the Yankees yell, We have heard the Rebels shout,”—

Hurrah! The first camp song: by S. B. K. of Mississippi. Invincibles, Mobile, March 31, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Mobile Register.)

“Hurrah for the Southern Confederate States! With her banner of white, red and blue;”—

Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, “Gum Tree Canoe.” (R. B. B. 22.)

“Our country now calls, we’re up and away To meet the vile Yankee in battle array”—

Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, “Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue:” by a Lady Rebel. (R. B. B.)

“Hurrah for Jeff Davis, hurrah And hurrah for brave Beauregard, too:”—

Hurrah for the Red and White: a Prophecy for 1865: Air, “Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Hurrah for the Red and White, boys, hurrah! Kentucky has leaped, boys, right into the war.”—

Hurrah for the South! Hurrah!: Paraphrased by G. W. Hopkins. (Wash’n 86.)

“Hurrah for the South, ’tis joy to see, Far in the misty dawn,”—

Hurrah, My Brave Boys: (Randolph.)

“Come, Southrons, and bare to the glorious strife, Your hearts without heaving a sigh;”—

Hurrying On: Written in New Orleans, Oct. 23, 1861. (C. C. from the Charleston Mercury, also R. B. B. No. 3.)

“Hurrying on the midst of excitement Pushing extravagant projects through”—

Hymn for the South: To the Lone Star of Carolina: by Preston Davis Sill. Music composed by Mr. A. Koepper, to be published as soon as circumstances permit: Columbia, S. C. (R. N. S.)

“Tho’ lone, how fair, how bright Thou shimmer’dst first, O Star!”—

Hymn to the Dawn: By A. J. Requier. (Amaranth.)

“From an ominous rift in the pitiless sky That has darkened our desolate land,”—

Hymn to the National Flag: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“Float aloft, thou stainless banner, Azure cross and field of light,”—

I Am Coming, Ella: By Adjutant John N. Shuerter. (Sunny.)

“I am coming, Ella, coming, Though the moment still be far:”—

I Am Sick, Don’t Draft Me, I Have Got a Doctor’s Certificate: Air, “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” (West. Res.)

“Of the Danger of exposure to a draft, we often read, That it generates disorders which are very bad, indeed:”—

I Am Not Sick, I Am Over Forty-Five, I Will Make My Wife Stay At Home And Give the Baby Catnip Tea: Air, “I Wish My Wife Had No Crying Baby.” (West. Res.)

“I’m exempt, I’m exempt, I vow and desire, I’m exempt, I’m exempt, from the draft I will swear,”—

The Icy Road to Niblet’s Bluff: Air, “Shiloh Hill:” by J. C. H., Company H, 4th Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.)

“Come, all you valiant Home Guard, a story I will tell, ’Tis of a noted journey we all remember well;”—

If a Soldier Meet a Soldier: Air, “Coming Through the Rye:” by General M. Jeff. Thompson. (Sunny.)

“If a soldier meets a soldier, ’mid the battle’s din, And the soldier kills the soldier,—surely ’tis no sin;”—

If You Belong to Dixie’s Land: Air, “Gideon’s Band.” (R. B. B. 42.)

“To bring you this good news I’ve come You’ll always find yourself at home,”—

If You Love Me: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.)