tel^^^^M;P*MMMM^pMiteid|»iiMMp ^m^^iW^ And tliro' life's mist a star shall shine To guide me where pure waters flow. "Waters of pleasure, in whose bright spray I hope to make my bark secure ; , So when the Master calls— I may Rest me well when life is o'er. I have built my faith upon that Rock Of Ages, which shall always be, Ere fleeting memory shall me mock. Oh! lasting Rock, I cling to thee. BOYS, THAT FLAG MUST FALL! See yonder flag float in the breeze, I wonder why it waves at all ; Hear me, brave boys, for by my faith I swear to yon that flag must fall. No sooner were the rash words spoken, Than he left behind his comrades all, Rushed madly on in his blind fury, Shouting aloud, that flag shall fall. Instead of calling his men around him, Gallantly to scale the outer wall. And tear away the rebel emblem. That seemed obnoxious to them all; He went alone, with sword uplifted, Shouting, as he rushed through the hall, I'll strike to death all Avho oppose me, For I have sworn that flao- shall falL BOYS, THAT FLAG MUST FALL. 17 Onward lie riislied, the stairs ascending The roof once gained, flag, stai^, and all Was in his grasp, while he with boasting, Cried, Said I not this flag should fall? What gained he by his reckless daring ? Nought but death from pistol-ball. Shot through the heart while he was coming Down the stairs of Marshall Hall. THE DEAD WARRIOR PRESIDENT. Stand back amazed, in reverence hold thy breath, This man, whom armies lately did command, Now silent lies in death. Bend low thy head, let fall the silent tear When thou around the illustrious dead shall ' stand, And breathe a solemn prayer. Short was his race as statesman great, he run ; He was more fitted for the tented field Than in palatial home — • Foremost was always found in thickest of the fray ; Like warrior of old, his trusty sword would wield. His country's foe to slay. THE DEAD WAEEIOE PEESIDEITT, 19 This hero lieecls no more the early bugle call, But lays at rest, with arms cross't o'er his breast, Upon his funeral pall. He'll stand no more amid loud cannons' rattle; His work is done, the warrior takes his rest From life's last battle. LINES UPON THE ABSENCE OF MY HUSBAND. At silent eve I miss thee most, When night draws out her shining host ; No kindred spirit near me lies, To watch the wonders of the skies. No husband's arm around me thrown, Nor manly breast to lean upon, But ever thinkins; of the bliss Of love's last thrilling, lingering bliss. Oh, would I were- a bird, I'd fly, Imprisoned in thine arms to lie; And love's impassioned words to hear From lips that are to me so dear. Tho' stern fate th' material part, Yet soul to soul and heart to heart Cries out in ecstasy — oh, bliss ! Earth ne'er can claim more love than this. STAY WITH ME, SISTEE, IF ONLY IN SLEEP. Canst thou come back to me from the echoless shore, And reign in my heart as in days of yore, Let my kisses once more press thy damask cheek, And in my strong arms be rocked gently to sleep ? Ah ! only in dreams wilt thou come back to me, In the land of shadows I can mingle with thee ; But waking, there's no loved one to welcome me home ; I must roam through the wide world sad and alone. Come, then, in my dreams, and drive away care, Let thy soft loving touch fall on my dark hair, Over thy brother a tender watch keep — Stay with me, sister, if only in sleep. 22 STAY WITH iAIE, SISTER, IF ONLY IN SLEEP. Let me clasp tliee once more in a loving em- brace, With tliy light silken lashes just sweeping my face ; Oh ! come to me sister, if only in sleep, And over thy brother a loving watch keep. DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN HERO. A PALL of deep gloom is spread o'er our laud, For tlie mighty lias falleu, but not by man's hand, Twas the voice of his Maker that called him away, And a great people mourn for the hero to-day. Toll, toll ye your bells for the chieftain de- parted, Let affection's tears flow for the great lion- hearted. Who, who, since the days of our great Wash- ington, Is mourned so sincere as Virginia's proud son? 24 DEATH OF THE CIIEISTIAN HERO. With tlie Cliristian's pure faith all trials he o'ercame, And the world will henceforth revere his great name. With artillery's dull roar, and the roll of the drum, Ye must lay the great hero away in the tomb. OUT m THE STORM. 'TwAS on a gloomy winter's day, Sad and alone I wandered on ; No hand ontstretched to lead the way, Or shield me from the pelting storm. While scalding tears conrsed down my cheek, Messengers from an o'ercharged heart ; Lethiferous gloom I fain would seek, Nor with the world would grieve to part. . Loud roared the blast, fierce was the gale, I bowed before its dread attack — And heard as 'twere a human wail From out its depths cry. Hold ! come back ! Some unseen power impelled me on, Strength was girded about me then — I followed blindly a phantom form. And soon forp-ot "what mi2:ht have been.'* 26 OUT IN TIDE STORM. Before me a regal being stood, And welcomed me with gentle voice; So glorious in true womanhood It made my sinking heart rejoice. Not with vain words did she beguile A sister in distress like me, But with substantial gifts the while, Made me feel kappy, light, and free. Tier beauty rare and queenly mien, Must cause her to act well ker part ; But / ker better self kave seen — • I know ker great unselfisk keart. May ske accept my grateful song, 'Tis all tkat I in turn can give For all the kindness done to one In wdiose memory she will ever live. And when her work on earth is done, Let deeds like tkese remembered be ; So, angels brigkt skall guide ker kome To tke mansions of eternity. TO A LOYEH UPON HIS MISTRESS. Amazed tliou may be When thou shalt trace The living truth that I vouchsafe Upon this quiet page ; Forsooth I will straight to the purpose come, Or else thou'lt think the writer's wit outrun. Know, then, thou hold'st a jewel rare. Enshrined in a casket of such perfect workman- ship That methinks 'twould need none other Than a homely front To shed its brilliancy around, And cause thy pulses with delight to bound, I'll solve the problem here at once, 'Tis of thy queenly love that I would speak; The jewel is the great unselfish heart 38 TO A LOVEll UPON IHS MISTRESS. That its pure sympathy can give; No empty boasting form the sweet lips flow, But cheering words to alleviate another's woe. The lovely setting of this rare jewel, May be admired, nay be courted, By a sycophantic world; But only those with daily intercourse Must know its priceless worth : Guard well the treasure that your God has given To light your life this side of heaven. SONG OF WELCOME TO ALEXIS. We hail thee ! Alexis, Bold son of the sea ; And bid thee most welcome To the land of the free, We'll say to thee, gallant tar, As thro' our land ye roam. Welcome, Alexis, Pray feel at home. We hail thee ! Imperial Prince, Son of Russia's great Czai' ; Beneficent in time of peace. Most terrible in war ; We'll shout an hearty welcome Wheresoe'er thou shalt roam, Noble Alexis, Pray feel at home. ALEXIS CELEBEATING THE BIRTHDAY OF HIS SISTER-IN-LAW. What thouo-li in Columbia's free land tliou dost roam, T^et tliy thouglits ever turn towards kindred and home ; To thy parents, who deem thee the pride of their life, And the lovely young " Czarovna," thy brother's young wife, Whose health thou must drink in a far distant land, With the hearty good wishes, of our true loyal band. When in the Lord's temple thy prayers thou shalt say. Asking many returns of this auspicious day ; CELEERATINa HIS SISTEE-IJST-LAw's BIETHDAY. 31 For tliy loving sister, far o'er the deep sea Who is offering up prayers for tlie welfare of thee : Oil ! when the time comes to act her royal part May she sway with affection the great Russian heart. ACKOSTIC ON THE "GEAND DUKE ALEXIS." Great art thou in nature's treasures, Ranking higli witli sons of earth ; And amid thy royal pleasures, Nought can quell thy generous mirth. Dear art thou to sister — brother, Doubly thou, to parents dear; Under whose kind royal guidance, Know'st thou (with perception clear) Entering into manliood sphere. And amid thy royal wanderings. Let the first thoughts of thine heart Enter freely thine home circle, Xylo-graph them each, in part. In thy collection let them lie. Show only, when thou, homeward hie. ALEXIS CONTEMPLATING THE RUINS OF CHICAGO. What came I out to see ? A city in wliose heart The sword of flame didst pierce. Ah, ruthless spirit ! Why didst thou pierce the heart Of this great and beauteous Queen, The young bride of the stalwart West, Ere she did celebrate her golden wedding? Thy foul tongue didst lick 'round her throne And undermine its firm foundation So it soon toppled o'er. Then didst thou laugh in mockery At her misery ; And with thy fiery fiends Didst leap upon her court, And with relentless fury Wrench the sceptre from her hand 3* 34 THE GRAND DUKe's CONTEMPLATION. And lay her in tlie dust. Oil, thou foul demon, Monster thou, insatiate, To wrap this beauteous Queen in flames And hurl her down Into the abyss of woe. But she is not forever lost ; For in a little while this great Chicago will. Phoenix like, rise from her ashes And startle the world into admiration. Ah ! a sympathetic world sends forth Pure messeno;ers from its heart, To lull the pain of her great desolation, And bid her royal spouse hope on ; That ere many moons shall wane He will clasp his resuscitated bride To his broad bosom ; And not only celebrate their golden wedding, But the centurial birth Of this great Republic. Enterprise Hath set its seal upon this suffering court: For while the hot breath of the expiring mon- ster THE GRAND DUKe's CONTEMPLATION. 35 Still lingers mid its desolation, Young walls begin to grow apace, Under the touch of willing hands And stout hearts. Let me jDredict (from observation) That soon temples of splendor And massive arches Will rise as if by magic o'er her ruins And obliterate all traces Of this fiery scourge. Were I ever to forget The hearty words of welcome That on every side did me beset When my foot first press't This desolated court Indeed I would an ingrate be ; For surely ! The reverence in which this people Hold my Imperial Sire, Makes my young blood bound in my veins With joy and gratitude to those Who hail me as a brother. 36 THE GRAND DUKe's CONTEMPLATION. Oh ! may this link of friendship never severed be ; And I, when at my father's court Recount the grandeur of this great Republic, Will not fail to mention thee, O, once fair and beauteous Queen, The now desolate, but not disconsolate Bride of the young West. Farewell ! But not forever. Yet a little while I leave thee ; But will come again To celebrate with thee Thy century birth. Again, Oh, Queen, farewell. Though lost to sight, I hold thee to my heart. Forever. A NATIONAL ACEOSTIC. RUSSIA. Kank'st thou among eartli's Mgliest courts, Upon escutclieons thine, no blot is found Sullying thy fair fame. So like thy Sister o'er the sea, In setting all thy bondsmen free. Art winning an eternal name. AND. Ah ! what shall break fair friendship's chain, Neatly and strong each link is formed Drawing two great nations into one. AMEEICA. Amongst us came a young stranger fair, 'Mid shouts prolonged, and clarion clear. Echo rolled back like waves of the sea. Russia's welcome to the land of the free. 38 A NATIONAL ACROSTIC. In future may the " Eagle and tlie great Bear," Count the links in the chain of friendship they wear, America and Russia, as one shall appear. EMPEROR OF RUSSIA LIBERATING THE SERFS. Henceforth as freemen ye go forth To mix with nations of the earth. THE TWO ALEXANDERS. Thy prototype, O Eussian Czar, Was great, but thou art greater far. For did'st thou not redemption bring To millions who felt serfdom's sting- ? Know'st thou all earth thy name shall bless, For saving them from dire distress. The knout thou hast put out of sight, Which nought but terror and affright Could make poor wretches such as they Their hard task-master's will obey. Thy kindly hand their shackles break. And all their vengeful passions slake, For while in bondage they would brood O'er their foul wrong in wrathful mood. But now from serfdom they come forth. To mix with freemen of the earth: And while in other lands they rove, They tell of thy most wondrous love 40 THE TWO ALEXANDERS. In raising up their prostrate forms, And righting all their grievous wrongs. Oh, gracious Monarch ! mighty Czar ; Thou art the greater, yet by far; Than he who sat him down and wept Because no more his conquering step Could force the nations to obey His foul and rank imperial sway ; To lift his sword in blood and strife, Was the great feature of his life. But thou, in thy triumphant car. Wants nought to do Avith horrid war. For thou a greater deed hath done Than he who bloody victories won. Millions of freemen own thy sway. And all thy great commands obey. So when thy journey here is o'er, Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore. BOEN m A MANGER. While slieplierds their flocks were watching, The wise men from Eastward were marching, Led on by a bright morning star. Which stopped as they reached a lone manger, As much as to say here's the stranger, Whom to worship yeVe come from afar. In amazement themselves questioned mild. And wondered what manner of child In a stable like this should be born. When an angel appeared, just in time To proclaim He's of David's great line Fear not but hail this glad morn. CHRISTMAS MORN. All liail tliis glad morn ! The best day of the year ; For, through the wide world, It bringeth good cheer. Peace, and good will on earth, Unto us is now given, And angels shout loud Hallelujahs in Heaven. 'Tis the birth- day of Christ, Our dear brother and friend. On whom all our bright hopes Of salvation depend. We'll shout the glad tidings, Loud praise shall be given. While the echo rolls through The great arches of heaven. CHEISTMAS MOElSr. 43 Ob. ! wlio could be sad Upon this auspicious morn? When this great prince of peace, Our Saviour, was born. 'Tis true, in a manger, With beast of the stall, But we hail him " Our Monarch," " Our Saviour," and all. THE DYING YEAK. Thy sands of life are nearly run, And twelve month's laboi's almost done ; Fire, flood, and strife, lias marked thy way, O'er nature thou hast held full sway. But thou art only sent from God To make earth feel his chastening rod ; Then die, old year, without one i3a.ng, We would not have thee back again, 'Tis solemn tho' ! at midnight hour, Thou'lt yield the sceptre of thy power To the young hands of seventy-two. Who may deal more cruel e'en than you. Thousands will watch thy dying throes. And gently will thy eye-lids close ; Bid thee farewell, while bells shall toll, And death's dark waters o'er thee roll. PAEEWELL TO 1871; Weapped in his winding sheet the old king lay, Three days before his taking off, As if loath to yield his breath Ere the birth of his lusty heir. Young eighteen hundred and seventy-two. (Oh, who can tell What his career may be) During the twelve months' reign Of this expiring monarch. Famine, sickness, and terrible disaster, Held high revel at his court. And millions are eager this day To sing a requiem Ere the solemn midnight tolling of the bells Tells of his departure. Yet old seventy-one is not to blame. Some of his predecessors have been As relentless as himself. Now let us look upon the bright side 46 FAKE WELL TO 1871. Of tliis expiring year. Has lie not brought joy and gladness To many an household ? Does not the miser's heart leap with joy And his eyes scintillate When countino; o'er his treasure Which this now expiring year has brought him. Then again ; Has he not filled earth's granaries, And made fair fields nod j^leasantly In the bright sunshine and glistening summer showers ? Nature herself could not breathe without time, Who, when his course is run Must, like the sun, sink quietly to rest. Yet unlike the god of day. Who rises from his slumbers to greet Aurora ; He goes hence, to be no more seen. With what joy we hail the glad New Year; Ab ! had we the prescience of his career, We might not be so demonstrative in our joy. Yet enthusiastic nature FAEEWELL TO 1871. 47 Always - welcomes sometMng new. But now farewell, , old year ! Nature herself seems weeping O'er thine impending doom, "Wliicli none can avert, For the decree has gone forth That thou shalt die. We will e'en go down to the brink Of the dark river with thee ; But none can draw thy feet From the turbulent billows that surge round them, And will so soon eno-ulf thee forever. We too must die, old seventy-one, But not as thou die'st. For we will rise again, Having put on blessed immortality. Bat thou ! Ah, thou shall never rise again Thou art dead — dead For all eternity. Again, old year, farewell ! Whate'er the faults of thy short reign hath been. 48 FAREWELL TO 1871. They shall be buried with thee. Oh, cruel king, Roll up thy scroll — Yield up thy sceptre — ■ And depart in peace. And While on bended knee at solemn midnight hour. When bells shall toll thy coming dissolution, We will make a new covenant With Him who u23holds the universe, And bids time roll on. Though at the end of every twelvemonth Each who is subservient to the Omnific, Renders up his accounts And rests from his labors, For evermore. HAPPY NEW YEAR. With joyful salutations We hail the glad New Year, And unto all earth's nations We hope t'will bring good cheer. But what for us — Hast thou in view, Oh, bright, young year, Of seventy-two. While merry-merry bells Peal forth throughout the earth ; To watching, wondering millions tells The history of thy birth. Now, what for us Hast thou in view, Oh, bright New Year Of seventy-two. ALEXIS OUT ON THE PLAINS. Oh ! nauglity Custer, fie for shame, That you should kiss this dusky dame In presence of his highness ; Who should have had, precedence sure, For most effectually 'twould cure This maiden of her shyness. To be kissed by this "hunter bold," And list to his stories ofttimes told, Of bear hunts " with his father ; " When he would take right royal aim, And in fine style, bring down his game, Leave it for serfs to gather. You say pshaw ! she don't comprehend : Nought but what gifts the Duke would send. But that she understands you. So she spreads her blanket on the floor, And into it all good things pour : Ojffi trots this charming Sioux. ALEXIS OUT ON THE PLAINS. 51 Now, naughty Custer, won't you miss, TMs maid from whom you snatched a kiss, Mid all assembled there — Know you full well how she will rave About the handsome, gallant brave, With flowing yellow hair. FLOUNDERING IN THE RAIN. Theke goes my umbrella, Turned inside out again ; Bless me, this is pleasant. Walking in the rain. Jostled up together, I wonder if we're sane ? To think that this is pleasant, Walking in the rain. With skirts tucked up a little, And boots about high tide, We take the chances of a walk, And also of a slide. Laughing at everybody As we go bobbing 'round, And think it awful "jolly," Sliding o'er the ground. FLOUNDEEING IN THE EAIN. 53 Picking up each otlier, We try it o'er again ; Here we go, and there we go — Splashing in the rain. But where's my umbrella ? Its gone and turned again; Oh ; is this not delightful, Walking in the rain. Ah ! when we turn the corner, 'Twill all come right again; For then we'll just be facing This splashing, dashing rain. We'll soon forget our troubles, As we reach home again ; Oh, bless me, this is pleasant. Floundering in the rain. TWILIGHT MUSING. The shades of night are falling fast As thoughts are straying o'er the j^ast; Busy with scenes of joy and gloom But hark ! there's voices in the room. Methinks I hear the angels say, Come sister spirit soar away; Enter through the portals bright The city of eternal light. Leave all the cares of earth behind, . At peace must be with all mankind ; Join our bright and happy throng Sing with us our lieavenly song. " SLEIGHING BY MOONLIGHT. Tinkle — tinkle. Hear the sleigli-bells jingle ; As we glide o'er the hard crusted snow And with shouts of laughter ! We race still faster, While old Boreas deals a sharp blow. Although it is night, Yet the glorious light — Of the moon shed its lustre around; For in its bright ray, It appears as noonday And in safety we skim o'er the ground So with the merry jingle. Gay laughter doth mingle ; While the crack of the whip gives great tone, And the fiery steeds do snort ; As the gay quick retort Goes round as we turn towards home. 56 SLEIGHING BY MOONLIGHT. Oh, we never can forget, That handsome naughty set Of young gallants that followed in our train ; We were never left alone, In sunshine and in storm And fast friends we shall ever more remain. "KIND WOEDS WILL NEVEH DIE." I WAS a very little boy, Not more than two foot liigli ; When I first ever learned to sing, " Kind words, will never die." I would sing it to the soldiers, And ofttimes make them ciy ; When they would say, what made you sing " Kind words will never die." I said because you left your homes. And all that you hold dear; To camp among us strangers Without one ray of cheer. Mamma taught me to say good things. Alike to low and high ; For little boys should always know " Kind words will never die." I WILL BE THINE. On ! why have we thus strangely met ! Is it stern fate's decree ? My heart is wih:lly beating yet — I find it throbs for thee. Then let us sail our tiny bark Upoji life's stormy sea, And fan in flame the glimmering spark Of. love thou hast for me. I'll be thy life, thy love, thine all, In sunshine and in storm, Till death's dread angel shall thee call To waft thy sj^irit home. You ask of me my love, my soul ; To thee it shall be given O'er my short life to have control, Then anchor safe in heaven. OUR STARS AND BARS. Unfuel our glorious banner, In defiance let it fly; We'll drive the foe from off our land, Or in tlie fray we'll die. No matter on what bloody fields Near childhood home, or far — Cover us with the bonnie blue flag That bears a single star. Unfurl our glorious banner, The same our forefathers bore When they fought the minions of King George, And drove them from our shore. They gave them "Hail Columbia," And Yankee Doodle-do, As they raised aloft the stars and bars Of our bonnie banner blue. 60 OUR STAES AND BAES. Then unfurl our glorious banner, Let loose our dogs of war; For upon tlie bloodiest field of strife, We'll follow our fj-litterino: star. Ah ! thicldy studding the azure blue, As stars in the sky at even', We look again — can it be true? Our flag has gained eleven. Oh ! unfurl our glorious banner. And proudly may it wave From Maryland to the farthest point. Where sleeps a southern brave. No matter on what bloody field — Near our loved home, or far — Cover us with our bonnie blue flag. That has gained the eleventh star. MOSES EECEIVING THE TEN COM- MANDMENTS. They stood by Mount Sinai, To view the tables of stone; Which were handed down to Moses From God's lofty throne. 'Mid thunders most terrible, And dense clouds of smoke ; The Lord from his sacred Mount To Moses thus spoke : "Restrain thee thy people, Let them come not too nigh ; For if they but see my face They surely must die. "Take thou these two tables From out my sacred hand, And tell thy people thus my word Forevermore shall stand." MOONLIGHT. The moon comes fortli this evening, As in royal majesty, And on the world her brightness Sheds alike for you and me. Beneath the eastern horizon She first beams forth apace; Then moving slowly onward She reaches the far west. She casts her shadows on the ground, When crusted o'er with snow ; And shines so bright in harvest-time Alike on high and low. A very queen she seems to be, With her great brilliant train ; Smiling on earth benignantly For all to praise her name. THE YOUNG SOUTHEEN HUNTERS. As witli wMstle and a bound, We clear each foot of ground, And an eager pack of hounds on our track, With the hunter's merry horn We welcome the glad mom ; So there's naught that our jolly fellows lack For the game we love so dear, In plenty we'll find here; It needs but the healthy, vigorous chase To make it lose its cover, So at good aim topple over, And we bag it with very good grace. Now we, with hunter's pride, Call our hounds to our side. For our day's glorious sport is just done ; Ah ! they seem to know what's out, For they turn them straight about, Making their quick tracks for home. THE EXPLOSION OF THE WE8TFIELD. The sun was shining^ brisjlit and clear Upon tliat Sabbatli noonday ; Hundreds were loitering on the pier, Chasing dull care away ; When a vessel rode into the dock, Quickly they all on board did flock. Parents and children gathered there Simply for recreation, Ne'er dreaming that gaunt death stood near To mount guard o'er the station ; And with his sickle to gather them in — ■ The man of the world, and the child mthout sin. Great Grod ! what means this terrible sound ? Ah ! 'tis the wail of despair. Horrors ! what sights are scattered around ! Death reaps a harvest there ; And many who high in the air were flung Found rest at last in their watery tomb. THE EXPLOSION OP THE " WESTEIELD." 65 But those who still on the vessel lay, Moaning and writhing in pain, Strangers come, bear them gently away, In life ne'er to see them again : For, ere the setting of another sun, Their sufferings are over — to death they succumb. CONSOLxiTION. Through fairest jfields above, Safe in the Father's love, Roams your dear lost one ; Led by the Shepherd's hand, To join the cherub band, As they go marching on. Her infant prattle's o'er. You'll hear it nevermore Within your earthly home. Upwards your thoughts must fly, Beyond the starry sky, Then say "Thy will be done." EASTER MOEN. The words tliat ancient prophets spoke, In this great victory Ave'll win ; For Christ has risen ; He hath broke All the bonds of death and sin. ^. Mary went at early dawn To the tomb to find her Lord. The angel said : Why did ye come ? See ! he hath quit this dark abode. There's the shroud his form was wrapt in, As he laid three days in the tomb. He has bursted the fetters that bound him And has robbed the grave of its gloom. Then shout the glad tidings this morning; For Christ, who laid three days dead, Has risen at gray of the dawning, And death away captive has led. GKATITUDE. Full measure of gratitude, tliat's how it read That letter — great stress on " Gratitude " laid. With an air of sincerity, tlio' I o^vn it was sel fish. But I rather liked that, for you know I am el- fish. I was changed in a moment, as I read the Epis- tle— Oh, my heart felt as light as the down of a thistle. We met, and my heart gave a bound of delight ; I knew 'twas a clear case of love at first siarht. '&' Now I thought that all feeling forever had fled, And my love was buried away with the dead. GRATITTTDE. 6" But not so it seems, for it flamed up so higli, Through sheer mortification, I was ready to cry. Well ! for long hours we held converse so sweet, Till at length the lamps shed their light on the street. Then lie arose to take leave, when he called me " a treasure," "And of gratitude," said he, "I'll expect a full measure." 'Twas two years ago, I'll remember that day. Though he that I write of is far, far away. Well, we met once again : I was clasped to his heart ; He vowed as he held me, we never should part. As our lips met then in one long, thrilling kiss, And our hearts throbbed as one, with such rap- turous bliss. Then I know 'twas recorded by angels above, Not gratitude only, but full measure of love. 70 GRATITUDE. I have raised me an idol, to worship at will, Thi-ough life's vicissitudes I'll cling to it still. I'll always believe now in love at first sight, Though ne'er was convinced till that very night, When he kissed me and said. My little divinity, Now I'm sure I have found at last my affinity. SOUTHERN SPIRIT OP 1871, Strike down to death all those who dare Defy our rights we hold so dear, And desecrate our flag. SHALL AMEEICANS RULE AMERICA? Amekicat^s, awake ! awake ! And let this miglity nation sliake With your firm resolution ! To keep intact your country's laws, And mete out punishment to those Who stir up a commotion. Strike ! strike for freedom and your home, And ye'll avert the awful doom That seems impending o'er thee ; See the base rabble, how they rush Onward, Americans to crush, And in their fury spurn ye. Put not to shame your noble sires, Who, 'mid the Revolution fires, The yoke of thraldom broke ! Casting aside Britannia's band. They made a free and happy land By each gallant, vigorous stroke 72 SHALL AMERICANS EULE AMERICA ? They swore them then in solemn mood, By Warren's and by Sumpter's blood, 'Mid war's desolation ! The tree of Liberty to plant. And to posterity to grant Freedom's sweet consolation. Then must the servile minions come To overspread this land with gloom, And all our ties to sever? Americans, arise ! arise ! Let shouts of freedom rend the skies, And hills will echo, Never ! Ye men of might, awake ! awake ! Put on thy strength, this nation shake From ocean shore to mountain crag; Strike down to death all those who dare Defy our rights we hold so dear,. And desecrate our flag. THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG DRA- GOON. When bending in silence o'er Ms lone, narrow tomb, Thinking so sorrowfully of Ms sad, early doom : Oh, mourn not as one whose hopes have all fled, Whose heart seems buried forever with the dead. Let the young warrior rest, his troubles are o'er. He'll arouse to the bugle-call on earth never- more ; *' On fame's eternal camping-ground his silent tent is spread," And history shall record his deeds with all the noble dead. 4 74 THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG DRAGOON. E'en Wide-Awake, his faithful friend on many a battle plain, Shall never have to guard him more, or hear his voice again ; On many a field of battle he so nobly filled his part. At last, when death's stern message came, he fell — shot through the heart. But surely, if thou hast aifiiction's pathway trod, Thou ne'er should doubt the goodness of your God; Kindly He will His timely aid impart, To cheer thy childless, lonely, drooping heart. DEATH. They call me cruel, 'tis not so, I am one sent from God ; Yet I cause tlie saddest tears to flow Upon tlie upturned sod. In mercy I am often sent To ease poor mortal's pain. And to urge the sinner to repent, Tlirougli me to live again. There are bright fields beyond the skies Where I can never enter ; Still through me mortals must arise To reach their great Head-Centre. I'm but a servant God doth send To call His children home; His jewels He doth only lend, I gather them for His crown. IS MY SISTER DEAD ? : They call lier dead, and is it so? And must my sister from me part ? Beloved was slie by us below, So blest in spirit — pure in heart. The bed of sickness racked her frame ; With patience did she lie thereon; Nor could she rise 'till death should claim That blessed spirit as its own. The Master's voice called gently, " Come ; The golden gates are open now, Enter thy bright, celestial home. For with the angels thou shalt bow." No doctor's aid, nor human skill, Can bring that spirit back again; It rests in glory — and there still Forever with the Lord to reign. IS MY SISTER DEAD? 77 What pain and suffering slie endured No mortal tongue on earth can tell; But slie has reached that blessed abode, For Jesus has done all things well. Weep not for her, ye friends, so dear, But wipe the tear from thy sad eye; Go to her grave — she is not there, Then look, and say, that she's on high. May we prepare to follow her. And live through life as she did live, So when in judgment we'll appear A crown of glory we'll receive ! THE SILVER STREAM IN A SOLID ROCK. Not many years ago, upon Evacuation morn, Two interesting little children left their play To act a noble part, to lay the corner stone Of grandma's " bro^vn stone mansion " of to-day, "Whose massive front looms up to view Before all who pass — " Fifth Avenue." The girl, a tiny trowel took in hand, "While the boy placed in a box some charms, Papers, and coin of every stamp and land ; Then they sealed it with masonic arms, And buried it deep in the solid rock, To test old time's severest shock. Ah ! stern old rock, from out whose depth A fount of purest water sends, Can'st thou not tell when thou wert cleft, And let us know what this portends? Surely 'tis something bright for thee, Thou emblem of security. THE SILVEE STEEAM ITT A SOLID EOCK. 79 Upon tliine uncomplaining bosom stands, (Courting the admiration of the passer-by) A gorgeous palace, built by human hands, Well worthy to be viewed with critic's eye, Whilst thou art cast in nature's mould. And count thine age — by centuries told. Yet an hundred years from now thou'lt stand A monument of grandeur of the past day, . Like a sentinel guarding his sleeping band ; (While in truth) they're fallen into decay, Thou'lt remain an hundred years from now, With thy sparkling waters yet sprinkling thy brow. THE ASSASSINATION OF THE PRINCE OF ERIE. Ye men of the Nintli ! be great in your woe, For the mighty has fallen, your chief is laid low; Not upon the field of battle, nor in the bloody fray, But th' hand of the assassin 'twas that stole his life away. Oh, mourn for your chieftain, cut down in the pride Of manhood's bright noonday, with none by his side To warn him of danger tnat lurked in the hall, Of the cowardly assassin by whose hand he should fall. THE ASSASSINATION" OF THE PRINCE OF ERIE. 81 Now he sleeps his last sleep ; your leader's work is done, And yeVe laid hini to rest near Ms cMldhood's happy home, Where the busy tongue of slander will ne'er reach him. again, And the generous-hearted guardsman shall never more complain. [See remark.] 4* O GOD! TAKE THOU HIS SOUL. As death's dark waters near liim roll, His wife, by anguish riven, Cries, O my God ! take Thou his soul, And anchor it in heaven. Oh, what a volume in that prayer. Which fills the room of death ; To cause to flow the silent tear, And hold enchained the breath. If Thou must take him, take his soul ; Let an2:els waft it home : Inscribe his name upon the scroll That hangs in heaven's high dome. Take Thou his soul — wash out its stain, And make it pure and white ; Let it, O God, with Thee remain Forever in Thy sight. {Seeremarlc LOYE. Ages ago the same tale was told : Love m a rose-bud lies hidden; Life its bright pages of pleasure unfold, In a moment we read them unbidden ; So by night and by day, as time steals away, Oft mingling in life with the brilliant and gay, Never dreaming that ought can dim its bright ray. When the sun is obscure, and the sky is o'ercast, High winds and rude waves engulf us at last, Even then will our thoughts to our loved ones return, Even then will the fire of love in us burn ; Ijove warms us to life, tho' struggling with fate ; Each ray brings us back from eternity's gate, 'Kound and about us to cling evermore. THE LAST WORDS OF A DYING YOUNG CHRISTIAN. O, MOTHEE, dear mother, come nigli me, I pray, And remember the last words on earth I shall say, Ei'e I approach the dark river of death, Which will drown all my senses, and take away breath. Listen ! methinks I hear the angels' sweet song, As they attune their bright harps all the day long. Ah ! they fly thro' space — they come nigh the shore ; See, mother, their bright forms — they beckon me o'er. But whose yon grand form, so terribly bright ? Now, as He approaches, it dazzles my sight; THE LAST WORDS OF A DYING CHEISTIAJST. 85 Yet Lis sweet voice assures me; its rich master- tone, Like some grand swell of music, is luring me on. My blood, ye believe, hath, cleansed ye from sin, To the courts of my Father I'll welcome ye in. Oh, mother, farewell ! my soul mounts — I fly ; 'Tis sweet, oh, so sweet, in Jesus to die. A VISION DUEING ILLNESS. In heaven above, where I behold Hai'ps with their numbers all untold, Touched by seraphic fingers, play Glory to God in endless day. List ! sweet music o''er me stealing Takes away my sense, my feeling, Lulls my pain, and sets me free To catch a glimpse of heaven and thee. Hark ! loud music now begin. Heaven with hallelujahs ring; 'Tis th' angelic choir which ne'er shall cease In songs to praise their Prince of Peace. But, oh, that bright and dazzling crown Of Llim who sits upon yon throne Bursts now upon my vision fair, That Christ, the judge of man, is near. A VISIOE" DURII^G ILLNESS. 87 Did tliat briglit Being die for me? Did'st hang upon the accursed tree? The life-blood flowing from his side He meekly bowed his head and died. ' Ah, yes, He died, that we might live, And unto Him our praises give, So when in His Father's courts above We'll join the angel-choir of love. ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT. What little form is this That in this coffin lay? 'Tis an angel of perfect bliss, Whose spirit has soared away. 'Twas taken from its parents, young, Set fi'ee from earthly care ; Borne to rare fields beyond the tomb, To bud and blossom there. To roam through paths of light With the great cherub-band, Lisping sweet songs both day and night In that bright and happy land. Oh, wish him not back again. In this great land of gloom; Kather rejoice that he's free from pain, And lives beyond the tomb. TO MY FOSTEE-BROTHER. In the silent niglit, When the stars shone bright, And the breeze of summer swayed, The trees to ■ our right, As they played in the light, Then would hide again in the shade. Then the voice of mamma Could be heard from afar, As she called, t'was time to go — • So would come the time For closing the blind, Now I hear you exclaim — that's just so. But now, alas ! Those times are all passed, Yet they live in my memory still; I'll follow them back. Through affection's track, And cherish them with a good will. LIFE'S SILVER THREAD IS BROKEN. Life's silver cord is broken, Eartli's pilgrimage is o'er; Her farewells gently spoken, She sleeps, to wake no more. Tread ligktly 'round the coffin Tliat enshrines the early dead ; And bedew the floral offering With tears that ye do shed. Ye'll not disturb her slumbers, For death his vigils keep ; No more she'll join thy numbers, But wherefore do ye weep? Grod's jewels He but lendeth. He wants them for His crown ; His servant death he sendeth To bring those jewels home. life's silvee theead is beoken. 91 Your Lottie's death was peaceful — ■ What need her friends ask more? Her greetings will be blissful On Cannan's happy shore, Where life's eternal morning Breaks o'er fair fields of light ; While she, with angels roaming. Is clothed in spotless white. LINES ON THE DEATH OF MARY R , OF WASHINGTON CITY. ) Fold the liands gently over her breast. And take the last kiss ere you lay her to rest; For her trials are over, her labors are done, And the angels have whispered — " Sister, come home." There's a home for her in the mansions above, Where all is life, joy, peace and love ; They'll shout the glad tidings, loud praise shall be given. When they welcome her thro' the bright portals of heaven. Then shed not a tear when her grave you shall see, She has broken sin's fetters, from sorrow set free ! LINES ON- THE DEATH OF MAEY R . 93 Now the angels keep watch o'er her lone nar- row bed And whisper — " She sleepeth, your sister's not dead." THE WRECK OF THE PASINO. 'Mid thunder's loud crash, In the wrathful sky, And lightning's red gleam, As the sea, mountain high, Rose in terrible grandeur In its a^vful unrest, As 'twould fain shake some weig-ht From its throbbing breast. Then the brave captain cried : There's no hope of help no w ; Let us die like true men. To our fate meekly bow. Praying our sins May all be forgiven; And our souls may be Reunited in heaven. THE WRECK OF THE PISAKO. God of the sea ! wilt Thou not hear Thy children's frantic wail of despair ? No help is nigh— must we sink to sleep In the cold embrace of the treacherous deep ? THE WEECK OF THE PASIifO. 95 Yet auotlier fierce shock, Then 'mid appalling gloom, That heroic band Now awaited their doom: So each manly heart Has at last found rest; And the sea seems cleared Of the weight on its breast. No marble monument For them mai'ks their graves; They lie fathoms deep 'Neath the treacherous waves, And the sea as though For them she yet grieves; A shroud of sea-weed Continually weaves. Now the aged mother. And the loving young wife, From their loved one has parted Forever in life. 96 THE wreck: of the PAsmo. But remember, ye mourners, Tliat liold me in dread, That at tlie last day I must give up my dead. So the shining waves Go rippling along; As they seem to be singing This funeral song : I cause the loved ones Of earth to part; To rock them to sleep On my cold — cold heart. Do ye wonder now. Why I tremble so, As tho' to each wave I'm murmuring low ? Smooth out your ruffles And put by that fi'own, "We must hide the place Where the vessel went down. AN ACEOSTIC. CONFIDElsrCE. Gone from my gaze, but not forever E'en now stern duty calls tliee hence, Out upon tliy business ever, Kaise thee some rich recompense; Go — my heart will still be true, Ere now I sleep I'll pray for you. When night her sable mantle draws. And decks it o'er with glittering stars, 'Kound thee my thoughts will ever twine Eegardless of the lapse of time; E'en now I feel thy presence near, Now trusting still, I'll not court fear. THE SEEENADE. Pray, lady, awake and listen to me WLile I sino^ of tlie love I bear unto thee. Come, lady, awake, and throw me a kiss. To fill up the measure of my earthly bliss. From thy window, sweet one, a soft light is shed; It leads me so nigh thee, it encircles my head. O, list while I sing and attune my guitar. For thou art my loved one, my bright guiding star. My loved one, oh, hear me ! I'm watching for you,' To throw just one kiss to thy lover so true. Ah, I see thee at last, now, sweet one, good-night. May thy slumbers be guarded by angels of light ! WALKING DOWN BEOADWAY. OjS" a clear cold winter's morn, While walking down Broadway, I met an handsome fellow, Who unto me did say : 'Tis very cold this morning ; May I join you for a walk, No one will think us stran2:ers If you'll only with me talk ? ' Although I do not know you. Yet I admire your carriage, Who knows but this may yet result In a most happy marriage? Your eyes are bright as stars, Your lips like cherries red, It makes my heart go pit-a-pat. And whirls around my head. THE SEA OF MATRIMONY. Will the captain of the Prudence Be faithful and true, As the writer of this Will be faithful to you ; In calm and in storm With great breakers ahead, Stand firm and manly, As thouo^h he had nou2:ht to dread? Then make ready the yacht, Let her sail's kiss the wind, And I'll warrant we'll soon Leave all troubles behind, For together we'll drink Of the cup of life's pleasure, With our heart's true affection We'll fill up its measure. TO A BACHELOJl. Aet thou lonely? — so am I. The chord of sympathy let us tie Round that heart thou say'st is broken. If there's congeniality in our natures, Pray, let us now be rational creatures. Accept from me this friendship's token. FLIRTATIOK No, indeed ! it will not be at any street corner, Of that be assured, upon a^ady's honor. For I would not be a target For every passer-by, To thi'ow me questioning glances. Oh, no, not I But I'll step inside a store. Which will not create alarm. And will do my best to please you, Which will not be any harm. TAMMANY RING TiiEEE once was formed a mighty ring, Considered strong and sound, The centre-head was a stout old king. With gohlen fetters bound. All called him the "great-hearted," For while in gracious mood With money he cheerfully parted, To buy the poor fuel and food. This director rose from nothing, (A mender of old chairs) ; But upon his family doting. They put on mighty airs. For he was worth great piles of gold, And in brio;ht ffems did deal. So, as he was just growing old. On a strand scale be^an to steal. TA3IMANY RING. 103 Up rose sofne great reforinersj And sounded well this ring ; They found it was all hollow — - A worthless, rotten thing. With force they struck upon it, So asunder it straightway flew: Under the fragments fell the whole clique, With their great chieftain too. *' How are the mighty fallen ! " This fearless, thieving band, The scorn of every honest man That breathes throughout the land. Let scorn meet them at every turn, This " Great Boss " and his clan. May the fires of indignation burn, And place them under ban ! THE GHOST OF PATTERLOO. A SHADOWY form at the window, The right hand holding a light ; The left., raised — as if to hinder, From the curious, the ghastly sight. For this form they behold without a head Is that of a man just one month dead. They said the house was haunted. So, in affright, the inmates fled When a force of policemen, undaunted, Made search for the unknown dead. When up in the garret, prostrate on the floor, They found this form all covered with gore. THE GHOST OF PATTERLOO. 105 Firmly was grasped in liis hand A candle — but minus a flame ; His head they found under a stand; In his pocket they found a name ; So they buried this hideous thing from view, And inscribed on his tombstone, " Poor Patter- loo." THE RIVAL SPIRITS. TiiE rival spirits of man you see, Forever in his wake to be ; One is for good — tLe other ill, You'll find them in his pathvray still. Oil man, to which the victory's due. Is left entii'ely mth you ; One tries the soul to bring to hell, The other in bright realms to dwell. Oft would I have fallen, had it not been My good angel nigh me was always seen; So all who hold the arch-fiend in dread Lift high the cross — 'Twill break his head. Cross ye yourself when Satan is nigh, When around you his poisouous darts do ^y. Call on your good angel, who'll guard you right well. And guide you in safety forever to dwell. ANGELS' SONG-. Kest in peace, thy toils are o'er, Sleep tlie sleep that knows no waking, 'We'll guide thee safe on yonder shore, Where the glorious dawn of life is breaking. Rest in peace ; rest in peace ; Thine earthly pilgrimage is o'er. Kest in peace; rest in peace; We'll shout thy welcome to our shore. VILLAGERS' BURIAL SONG. Strangek, we lay thee down gently to sleep. In the grave that we've made for thee, narrow and deep ; 108 VILLAQEES' BURIAL SONG. 'Tis humble and lowly, but thou'lt rest there right well. In peace we now leave thee — O, stranger, farewell ! Oh, stranger, farewell — Stranger, farewell ! FAIRY'S SONG. Welcome, noble strangers ! Welcome to our cave ; We're a band of rangers, We were born to save. In safety rest ye Here, we pray ; Sleep, and we'll guard thee. Till the bright god of day Bid ye arise, And haste away. CHILDREN'S BOAT SOKG. SiNGijvra,. singing nierrily, Cliildhood's hours are full of glee ; We are merry, gay, and bright, Upon this lovely moonlight night. Then merrily, merrily, let us sing. While time is flitting on the wing, For we're guided by sweet Luna's ray, And we'll not go home till the break of day INCANTATION SONG. Mat all the demons from below Come forth and sit upon our foe. Aye, all the fiends of hell beside. Over his hated body stride. With hideous dragons may he make his bed, With moulten lava poured upon his head. Come forth ! come forth, come forth, Ye demons from below the earth. 'Mid thunder, lightning, hail and rain. Come dance upon the earth again. Demons, come forth — astride — astride— This body quick, or woe betide. WITCHES' SONG. THEEE WITCHES, Hail, sister ! wliy liast thou called us thence ? Perchance to draw the nail from out the fence, Or to punish for some great offence ; Ah, now it may be as we say, The penalty of some offence to pay. CHIEF WITCH. Hark ye — hark ye, to me ! this day, Know'st thou a mortal dare to stray Into our charmed circle? 'Tis he that I would have ye slay, And it is for this That I have summoned thee. To do his life away — away— That I now command ye. ODE TO THE MOOK Sweet Luna, I hail tliee, Gentle queen of the night, Shed thy sweet light on me. And guide me aright. Oh, Luna, sweet Luna, Let thy silver light Be encircled around me And guide me aright. 80:^"^ IN" THE DISTANCE. Hail ! all hail- Hail to our beautiful queen, We bow before thee. We all adore thee, And we live for our beautiful queen. ESTRALDA'S SONG. Oh, happy, happy, happy me ! This adoration pleases, What ! 'tis my noble band I see. And hear them sing my praises. Here's to thy health, my noble lord, Faithful and trusty is thy sword; While life shall last thou'lt be adored By thine ever-faithful Estralda. ANSWER. BY APOLLTOlSr. 'Tis here I swear, by Heaven, This faithful love to prize. Most precious boon to man is given. To light his pathway to the skies. THE KING'S PETITION. O, EsTEALDA, mine own, Come wear ye my crown ; That at peace I may be At peace I may be. O, take tliee my crown, Estralda, mine own ; And forgive me, forgive me, I pray, Or forever blot out this dark day. ANSWER BY ESTRALDA. Weae ye the crown That thy treachery bought; I forever disown Thee, even in thought. AlSrSWEE BY ESTEALDA. 115 The coiitem23t which I bear thee I will freely thee tell, I command thee to leave m.e : Now, murderer — farewell ! CHOEAL SONG. We are liappy, we are free, Tempt us not, tempt us not; True to our queen we'll ever be, Till time our faithfulness shall blot. Ever free — ever free, Happy, happy, happy we. Tempt us not -with glittering baubles, "VVe have come through all our troubles ; Faithful to our queen — our own — We all shall be while time rolls on. Ever free — ever free, Happ}^, happy, happy we. We are happy, hear us say. Conscience clear and hearts so light ; Ne'er by ambition led astray. We keep the paths of tnitli in sight. Gay and free — gay and free, Happy, happy, happy we. THE AUTHOR'S APPEAL AND ADIEU Will some fair daughter of dame fashion, Grant the author so much pleasure, As to take in charge this little book, And peruse it at her leisure ? There's nought of envy, plot, or passion, Too gaudily clothed in any j^art ; Yet I send to you, Avith woman's trusting^ The simj)le promptings of my heart. Mighter pens great themes have dwelt on. With which your fancy soared away; But I send to you my simple verses, Of things that transpire every clay. To soldier, sailor, sister and brother, My heart's best gift I send to you ; In this message of one hundred pages. And bid jou all a kind adieu ! REMARKS AND EXPLANATIONS. UNITED WE STAND. The Keception of the Fifth Maryland Regiment by the Seventh RegiDient, N. G-. N. Y. The first Eeunion since the late Civil War. POOR PATTERLOO. Upon occasion of a Poor Milkman being found murdered in an old house in Washington City. MOSES RECEIVING THE TEN COM- MANDMENTS. This poem vras written, when Nine Years Old, in Sunday School. MOONLIGHT. Was written when a child — while Jumping Rope. 120 KEilARKS. SONGS. ' • From the Original Plays of Estralda and the Rival Spirits. SHALL AMERICANS RULE AMERICA. Written on the occasion of the Orange Riot in Ne^v York City, July 12th, 1871, showing the Southern spirit of 1871 — ten years after the War. Counter-piece to Our Stars and Bars — " We know no North, no South, no East, n( West, but keep step to the Music of the Union." TO THE GALLANT NINTH REGIMENT. During the Orange Riot, on the 12th day of July, as the Mob had nearly reached the Grand Opera House, in which sat the late Col. Fisk attending to business. He rushed out, in plain clothes, and joined his regiment, but was soon wounded in the foot. When he heard of the death of the Three Guardsmen, he said : " Buy them a plot in Woodlawn, and spare no expense for their funeral." EEMAEKS. ' 121 KIND WOEDS WILL NEVER DIE. Written upon the occasion of a little Soutliern boy visiting tlie camp of Union Soldiers, during the late Rebellion. EXPLOSION OF THE WESTFIELD. The Westfield was an Excursion Boat running from New York to Staten Island. The terrible disaster occurred on a beautiful Sunday morn- ing, in the Summer of 1871. THE BEAVE BOYS IN BLUE. Dedicated to the Policemen of New York City, on occasion of the Orange Eiot, July 12th, 1871. O GOD ! TAKE THOU HIS SOUL. While Col. Fisk was dying, his wife uttered this prayer while kneeling at his bedside. 'TWAS BUT A DEEAM, (I dreamed this dream, and wrote it down) just three nit J. Fisk three nights before the assassination of Col. 122 REMARKS. BOYS, THAT FLAG MUST FALL. The last words of Col. Ellsworth, at Alexandria, Ya. ALEXIS CELEBRATING THE BIRTHDAY OF HIS SISTER-IN-LAW. This happened ujDon our National Thanksgiving Day. THE TWO ALEXANDERS. Emperor Alexander the Second liberating the Serfs. THE TWO GREAT OAKS. " The Great Oak," The magnanimous Col. Fisk. — " The Lesser Oak," Stokes, his murderer. — " The Clinging Yine," his Wife,— and " The Bold Plotter," is the Mansfield, the Whited Sepulchre. OUR STARS AND BARS. The Southern Spirit of 1861. EEMAEKS. 123 DEATH OF THE YOUNG DRAGOON. Words of Comfort to a Mother. Charles Canfield, of the Second U. S. Cavalry, killed at Beverly- Ford, Ya., 1863. DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN HERO. Gen. Robert E. Lee was Commander of the Con- federate forces during the Rebellion. (It is said that he died of a broken heart.) 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