ON GUARD. CAPTURE OF ARKANSAS POST, ARK., LONELY on the border path, Lonely by the flashing stream, Lonely 'mid the wildwood treads The man who would his land redeem. His comrades, 'round the bivouac fires, Sleep on their weapons but to rise, When fierce and vengeful foes approach, To watch and guard as warriors wise Proudly on the beaten track, He clasps his rifle to his breast, And thinks of home, of dear ones there- The sentinel resumes his round: "My land beloved I'll vindicate, Tho' blood shall steep the darksome ground." His comrades hear the battle-sound, And stricter are their vigils now; In readiness stand every form, And Honor lights each manly brow. "Attention men! To arms! Advance! For Freedom, and their native land. WM. J. M'CLURE. HE WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ON THE FIELD. AT THE CAPTURE OF PORT HINDMAN, ARK., I AM dying, mother! slowly dying, A wounded comrade's arm is round me Softly pillowed is my fevered head In the conflict, fierce and wild, While sternly in his eye a vengeful fire He would not leave me on the field to die And he bore me from the storm of battle, He is sleeping, mother! sweetly sleeping And soon shall we, our duty done, $. A. W. OUR HEROINES. GRAND MILITARY REVIEW AT BEAUFORT, S. C., JANUARY 29TH, '63. IN BEAUFORT. Headquarters, Dep't of the South, } ¶ III. THE Chief Quartermaster of Department Will give Captain Mary a riding garmentA long, rich, skirt of comely hue, Shot silk, with just a suspicion of blue, Each morning shall ride At the Adjutant's side And hold herself ready, on all fit occasions, To give him of flirting his full army rations. By Command of, Etc. CHARLES HALPINE. OUR IRISH AMERICAN HEROES. MOONLIGHT BATTLE NEAR THE BLACKWATER, VA., THEN fling out the banner, on high let it wave And cursed be the coward, and branded the slave By Heaven! it thus shall continue to stand, Then up with the banner, up, up with the flag, Then fling out the banner, up, up with the flag, We swear before Heaven to fight and to save, JAMES TROY. THEY COME AGAIN. REBEL DECLARATION OF THE RAISING OF THE BLOCKADE OF CHARLESTON. DECEMBER 31st, '63. HARK! the tide of war approaches, And the traitor fiend encroaches On the soil where we were born May be known as friends that were; Let us crush them now, or say GEO. G. SMALL. |