V.

Bring her, oh! bring her the garments of woe, Sackcloth and ashes for aye; Winds of the South! oh, a requiem blow, Sighing and sorrow to-day. Sprinkle the showers from heaven's blue eyes Wide o'er the green summer lea, Rachel is weeping, oh! Lord of the skies, Thou shalt her comforter be!

[1] Captain Thomas Pelot, C. S. N., killed at the capture of the "Water Witch."

Bull Run.--A Parody.

At Bull Run when the sun was low, Each Southern face grew pale as snow, While loud as jackdaws rose the crow Of Yankees boasting terribly!

But Bull Run saw another sight, When at the deepening shades of night, Towards Fairfax Court-House rose the flight Of Yankees running rapidly.

Then broke each corps with terror riven, Then rushed the steeds from battle driven, The men of battery Number Seven Forsook their Red artillery!

Still on McDowell's farthest left, The roar of cannon strikes one deaf, Where furious Abe and fiery Jeff Contend for death or victory.