SHERMAN'S MARCH. She scarcely her impatience could control. 261 Upon her lord: "Why, are you not yet ready? A. M. W. SHERMAN'S MARCH. BY A SOLDIER. THEIR lips are still as the lips of the dead, Ten thousand more! and still they come Rub-a-dub-dub! rub-a-dub-dub! The foe is intrenched on the frowning hill, Rub-a-dub-dub! rub-a-dub-dub! "By regiment! Forward into line!" Oh ye who've waited and prayed so long Rub-a-dub-dub! rub-a-dub-dub! O Death! what a charge that carried the hill ! While far on their route our drummers I hear, Rub-a-dub-dub! rub-a-dub-dub! Harper's Weekly. THE CRAVEN. FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM BY ALFRED ANDHISON. On that mighty day of battle, 'mid the booming and the rattle, Shouts of victory and of anguish, wherewith Malvern's hill did roar, Did a General now quite fameless, who in these lines shall be nameless, Show himself as rather gameless, - gameless on the James's shore, Safely smoking on a gunboat, while the tempest raged on shore, Only this, and nothing more. The Congressional Committee sat within the nation's city, And each Congressman so witty did the General implore: "Tell us if thou at that battle, 'mid the booming and the rattle, Wert on a gunboat or in saddle, while the tempest raged ashore?" THE HOUR OF NORTHERN VICTORY. 263 Answered he: "I don't remember, - might have been." What more? Only this, and nothing more. "By the truth which is eternal, by the lies that are diurnal, By our Abraham paternal, General, we thee implore, and evil; Give us no more of such drivel. Tell us, wert thou on the shore." "Don't remember, - might have been;" thus spoke ho o'er and o'er, Only this, and nothing more. "On that day, sir, had you seen a gunboat of the name Galena, In an anchorage, to screen a man from danger on the shore? Was a man about your inches, smoking with those three French Princes, With a caution which evinces care for such a garde decorps? Were you that man on the gunboat?" "Don't remem ber, - might have been. The bore." Evening Post. THE HOUR OF NORTHERN VICTORY. BY FANNY KEMBLE. ROLL not a drum, sound not a clarion note Not with Te Deums loud and high Hosannas Thy work is done, God, terrible and just, Who laidst upon our hearts and hands this task; And kneeling, with our foreheads in the dust, Bleeding and writhing underneath our sword, For our own guilt have we been doomed to smite Dying how bravely, yet how bitterly! At whose defeat we may not raise our voice, Save in the deep thanksgiving of our prayers : "Lord! we have fought the fight!" But to rejoice Is ours no more than theirs. Call back thy dreadful ministers of wrath Who have led on our hosts to this great day; Let our feet halt now in the avenger's path, And bid our weapons stay. Upon our land, Freedom's inheritance, Turn Thou once more the splendor of Thy face, THE FREEDMAN'S SONG. 265 Where nations serving Thee to light advance, Not our bewildering past prosperity, Not all thy former ill-requited grace, But this one boon, - Oh! grant us still to be The home of Hope to the whole human race. April 25th, 1865. London Spectator. COTTON AND CORN. COTTON and Corn were mighty kings,* Corn was peaceable, mild, and just, He got up a revolution. But in the course of time the bubble is bursted, THE FREEDMAN'S SONG. DE Lord, He make us free indeed * The phrase "King Cotton" was brought into use by the following passage in a speech Senator Hammond, of South Carolina, made in the Senate, March 4th, 1858: - "No, you dare not make war upon cotton; no power upon earth dares to make war upon it. Cotton is king: until lately the Bank of England was king; but she tried to put her screws, as usual, the fall before last, on the cotton crop, and was utterly vanquished. The last power has been conquered: who can doubt, that has looked at recent events, that cotton is supreme!" |