INDEX OF AUTHORS.

ALDRICH, T. B., 166.

ANONYMOUS, 2, 17, 27, 30, 43, 52, 55, 58, 65, 66, 69, 81, 91, 108,

115, 119, 127, 132, 138, 153, 157, 158, 160, 167, 169, 176, 177,
179, 180, 183, 193, 198, 204, 207, 208, 211, 217, 218, 220, 222,
225, 228, 254, 255, 257, 258, 265, 265, 270, 274, 282, 296, 297,
299, 304, 306, 308, 314, 315, 319, 320, 321, 325.
ANDHISON, ALFRED, 262.

BARNEY, 93.

BEDLOW, H., 194.

BETHUNE, REV. G. W., 4.

BOKER, GEORGE H., 33, 84, 114, 161, 209, 210, 214.

BOLTON, SARAH T., 149.

BRADBURY, WILLIAM B., 90.

BROWNELL, H. H., 79, 96, 98, 121, 232

BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN, 11, 268.

BURLEIGH, GEORGE S., 128.

BUTLER, CLARENCE, 7.

CAREY, ALICE, 273.

CAROLINE, 289.

CASTEN, J. CRoss, 215.

CHILD, F. J., 76.

CUTLER, E. JEFFERSON, 97.

DE FOREST, J. W., 151.

DE G., 301.

DUGANNE, A. J. H., 125.

EMERSON, RALPH WALDO, 139.

E PLURIBUS UNUM, 174.

INDEX OF AUTHORS.

329

SIGMA, 62.

SOLDIER, 261.

STEDMAN, EDMUND C., 134, 142, 185, 267.

STODDART, RICHARD HENRY, 275.

TAYLOR, BAYARD, 249.

TICK NOR, FRANK, 312.

WALLACE, WILLIAM ROSS, 13.

WEBB, C. H., 23.

WHITNEY, MRS., 192.

WHITTIER, JOHN GREENLEAF, 53, 60, 130, 146, 171.

WINTER, WILLIAM, 253.

WOODMAN, HORATIO, 5. .

W. F. W., 136.

A. M. W., 259.
R. G. W., 57, 75.

All day long the storm of battle through the startled valley

swept...

228

All quiet along the Potomac they say

119

An end at last! The echoes of the war.
As Moses stood upon the flaming hill.
As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp.
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay..
At Nashville's fall.....
Awake and to horse, my brothers.
Ay, deem us proud! for we are more..

Back from the trebly crimson field..
Beneath the vast and vaulted dome..

268

214

79

83

193

315

64

134

274

Behold her now with restless flashing eyes.

282

Blood, blood! the lines of every printed sheet.

209

Down in a small Palmetto State the curious ones may find...

17

Do you know of the dreary land.

98

Eighteen hundred and sixty-two...

136

Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the land...... 289

"Forgive them, for they know not what they do!

267

Ha! Bully for me again, when my turn for picket is over....

46

Here they come 't is the Twelfth, you know

121

He journeyed all creation through .

30

Ho! sons of the Puritan! sons of the Roundhead..

27

I am a gay Konservativ

164

I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun.

297

In the City of the Crescent, by red Mississippi's waves..
It don't seem hardly right, John

108

49

It was a sturdy engineer.

174

John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave..
John Bull vos a-valkin' his parlor von day..

John Bull, esquire, my jo John

Lay down the axe, fling by the spade...

11

Like a furnace of fire blazed the midsummer-sun

158