BATTLE-CALL. Nec temere, nec timide. _Dedicated to her Countrymen, the Cavaliers of the South._ BY ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM. Gentlemen of the South! Gird on your flashing swords! Darkly along your borders fair Gather the ruffian hordes! Ruthless and fierce they come; Even at the cannon's mouth To blast the glory of your land, Gentlemen of the South! Ride forth in your stately pride, Each bearing on his shield Ensigns your fathers won of yore On many a well-fought field. Let this be your battle-cry, Even to the cannon's mouth, _Cor unum via una!_ Onward! Gentlemen of the South! Brave knights of a knightly race, Gordon and Chambers and Gray, Show to the minions of the North How valor dares the fray! Let them read on each spotless crest, Even at the cannon's mouth, _Decori decus addit avito_, Gentlemen of the South! Morrison, Douglas, Stuart, Erskine and Bradford and West, Your gauntlets on many a hill and plain Have stood the battle's test. _Animo non astutia!_ March to the cannon's mouth, Heirs of the brave dead centuries, Gentlemen of the South! Call out your stalwart men, Workers in brass and steel, Bid the swart artisans come forth At sound of the trumpet's peal; Give them your war-cry, Erskine, _Fight_ to the cannon's mouth-- Bid the men _forward_, Douglas, forward! Yeomanry of the South! Brave hunters, ye have met The fierce black bear in the fray, Ye have trailed the panther night by night, Ye have chased the fox by day; Your prancing chargers pant To dash at the gray wolf's mouth, Your arms are sure of their quarry--forward! Gentlemen of the South! Fight! that the lowly serf And the high-born lady, still May bide in their proud dependency, Free subjects of your will; Teach the base North how ill-- At the belching cannon's mouth-- He fares who touches your household gods, Gentlemen of the South! From mother, and wife, and child, From faithful and happy slave, Prayers for your sake ascend to Him Whose arm is strong to save. We check the gathering tears, Though ye go to the cannon's mouth; _Dominus providebit!_ Onward! Gentlemen of the South! DUNROBIN COTTAGE. THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG. BY HARRY MACARTHY. We are a band of brothers, and natives to the soil, Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil, And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far: Hurrah for the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star! _Chorus_--Hurrah! hurrah! for the bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star. As long as the Union was faithful to her trust, Like friends and like brothers, kind were we and just; But now when Northern treachery attempts our rights to mar, We hoist on high the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.