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, 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. 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. Back from the trebly crimson field.. 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.. 108 49 It was a sturdy engineer. 174 John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave.. 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 |