Now, here's to you, Virginia, And you are bound to win! By your rate of bobbing round And your way of pitchin' in-- For you are a cross Of the old sea-horse And a regular terror--pin. JACKSON. BY HENRY L. FLASH. Not 'midst the lightning of the stormy fight, Not in the rush upon the vandal foe, Did kingly Death, with his resistless might, Lay the Great Leader low. _His warrior soul its earthly shackles broke, In the full sunshine of a peaceful town_; When all the storm was hushed, the trusty oak That propped our cause, went down. Though his alone the blood that flecks the ground, Recording all his grand, heroic deeds, Freedom herself is writhing with the wound, And all the country bleeds. He entered not the Nation's Promised Land At the red belching of the cannon's mouth; But broke the House of Bondage with his hand-- The Moses of the South! O gracious God! not gainless is the loss: A glorious sunbeam gilds thy sternest frown; _And while his country staggers with the cross, He rises with the crown!_ SONG OF THE PRIVATEER. BY ALEX H. CUMMINS. Fearlessly the seas we roam, Tossed by each briny wave; Its boundless surface is our home, Its bosom deep our grave. No foreign mandate fills with awe Our gallant-hearted band; We know no home, we know no law, But that of Dixie's land. The bright star is our compass true, Our chart the ocean wide; Our only hope the noble few That's standing side by side. We do not fear the stormy gale That sweeps old ocean's strand; We scorn our enemy's clumsy sail, And all for Dixie's land. We love to hoist to the topmost peak _Our Southern Stars and Stripes_; And woe to him who dares to seek To trample on their rights! It is the aegis of the free, And by it we will stand, And watch it waving o'er the sea, And over Dixie's land. We love to roam the deep, deep sea, And hear the cannon's boom, And give the war-cry wild and free Amid the battle's gloom. We do not fight alone for gain, So far from native strand; But our country's freedom and its fame, And the fair of Dixie's land. NO UNION MEN. BY MILLIE MAYFIELD. "On the 21st, five of the enemy's steamers approached Washington, N. C., and landed a hundred Yankees, who marched through the town, playing 'Yankee Doodle,' hoisted their flag on the court-house, and destroyed gun-carriages and an unfinished gun-boat in the ship-yard. The people preserved a sullen and unresisting silence. The Yankees then left, saying they were disappointed in not finding Union men."--_Telegram from Charleston, March 29, 1862._