To the stroke of that giant wedge!) Here, after all, we go · Heading square at the hulk, Full on his beam we bore; But the spine of the huge Sea-Hog Lay on the tide like a log, He vomited flame no more. Half the fleet, in an angry ring, Closed round the hideous Thing, Hammering with solid shot, He has but a minute to choose; Life or renown? which now Will the Rebel Admiral lose? Cruel, haughty, and cold, He ever was strong and bold Shall he shrink from a wooden stem ? Can he strike? By heaven, 't is true! Down comes the traitor Blue, And up goes the captive White ! Up went the White! Ah then All flushed and savage with fight! Our dead lay cold and stark, But our dying, down in the dark, And cheering for God and Right! Oct. 19, 1864. SHERIDAN'S RIDE. General Early surprised and routed the Union troops during General Sheridan's absence in Washington. Sheridan hastened to the front, rallied his men, and won a complete victory. P from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, And wider still those billows of war But there is a road from Winchester town, A good, broad highway leading down; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night, Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight, As if he knew the terrible need; He stretched away with his utmost speed; Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering South, The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth; Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, |