The Burial of Albert of Albert Sidney Sidney John ston.* BY MOLLIE E. MOORE, TEXAS. TEXAS, like Mary, a worshipper, Comes sorrowing! Ha! who keeps her away from the sepulchre They strike like cowards her galling chains, And sneer that her lips are strangely dumb! Christ! will the blood keep calm in our veins Till the end is come? Alas! my brothers, whose brave forms moved Alas! my sisters, whose hearts were proved He comes, whose arm was so firmly steeled! Oh! silent and royal, that mad day died But the valley was grand in the glow of thy pride! *The circumstances attending the removal and reburial of the remains of General Albert Sidney Johnston, are of too recent occur. rence, and too well and generally understood, to need further illustration than is conveyed in the above lines.-Editress. 465 RICHMOND ON THE JAMES. The laurels thy name and thy sword hath won us, The trust our fetterless soil will keep! But the eyes of our masters are upon us, And we may not weep! No "glorious pomp." in the guarded street— Naught save the echo of mournful feet Silent bells in each guarded steeple! Richmond on the James. BY ANNIE MARIA WELRY, KENTUCKY. A SOLDIER boy from Bourbon lay gasping on the field, When the battle's shock was over, and the foe was forced to yield; He fell a youthful hero, before the foeman's aims, On a blood-red field near Richmond-near Richmond on the James. But one still stood beside him-his comrade in the fray. They had been friends together through boyhood's happy day, And side by side had struggled, in fields of blood and flames, To part that eve near Richmond-near Richmond on the James. He said, "I charge thee, comrade, the friend in days of yore, To the far, far distant, near ones, that I shall see no more; Tho' scarce my lips can whisper their dear and wellknown names, To bear to them my blessing from Richmond on the James. "Bear my good sword to my brother, and the badge upon my breast To the young and gentle sister, that I used to love the best; One lock take from my forehead, for the mother still that dreams, Of her soldier-boy near Richmond-near Richmond on the James. "Oh, I wish that mother's arms were folded round me now, That her gentle hand could linger one moment on my brow: For I know that she is praying, where our blessed hearth-light gleams, For her soldier's safe return, from Richmond on the James. "And on my heart, dear comrade, close lay those nutbrown braids, Of one that was the fairest of all the village maids; We were to have been wedded, but death the bridegroom claims, And she is far that loves me, from Richmond on the James. RICHMOND ON THE JAMES. 467 "Oh, does the pale face haunt her, dear friend, that looks on thee? Or is she laughing, singing, in careless, girlish, glee? "And though I know, dear comrade, thoul't miss me for awhile, When their faces-all that loved thee-again on thee shall smile: Again thoul't be the foremost in all their youthful games, But I shall lie near Richmond-near Richmond on the James." And far from all that loved him, that youthful soldier sleeps, Unknown among the thousands of those his country weeps; But no higher heart, nor braver than his, at sunset's beams, Was laid that eve near Richmond-near Richmond on the James. The land is filled with mourning, from hall and cot left lone, We miss the well-known faces that used to meet our own, And long poor wives and mothers shall weep-and tilted dames, To hear the name of Richmond, of Richmond on the James. LOUISVILLE, KY., July, 1862. Mumford. THE MARTYR OF NEW ORLEANS. BY INA M. PORTER, ALABAMA. WHERE murdered Mumford lies Bewailed in bitter sighs, Low bowed beneath the flag he loved Martyrs of Liberty, Defenders of the Free! Come, humbly nigh, And learn to die! Ah, Freedom on that day While pitying angels lingered near, To gaze upon the sod Red with a martyr's blood; And woman's tear Fell on his bier! Oh, God! that he should die Upon a felon's gallows swinging, On Butler's name Poured scorn and shame. But hark! loud pæans fly |