Warfield, Catharine M., of Mississippi, 156. War Song. A. B. Meek, of Mobile, 52. War Song. By a Lady, 75. War Song. J. H. Woodcock, 151. War Song of the Partisan Rangers. B. F. Porter, 228. Washington, Col. Hamilton, of Texas, 141. "We Come! We Come!" Millie Mayfield, 90. We Conquer or Die. James Pierpont, 29. We'll be Free in Maryland. Robert E. Holtz, 149. What the Spirits of the Fathers say. Henry Lomas, 253. "What the Village Bell said." John McLemore, 87. Whoop! the Doodles, 31. Why can not We be Brothers? Clarence Prentice, 312. Wildwood, Charlie, 223. Woodcock, J. H., 151. Yankee Devil, The. W. P. Rivers, 281. Young, Mrs. M. J., 304. THE END Footnotes: [1] Written on the occasion of the meeting of the Confederate Congress, at Montgomery, February 4, 1861, and published in the "Charleston Courier." [2] These lines were published, and respectfully dedicated to Captain Bradley T. Johnson, of the Frederick (Md.) Volunteers, now (1861) in service in Virginia, by his friend J. M. Kilgour, their author. [3] These lines were written when General Beauregard appealed to the people of the South to contribute their bells, that they might be melted into cannon. [4] The writer has a husband, three sons, two nephews, other relatives and friends, in the companies mentioned, to whom these lines are most respectfully inscribed.--_Charleston Mercury._ [5] Virginia adopted her act of Secession on April 17, 1861. [6] The author of this song was mortally wounded at the battle of Seven Pines. [7] Dedicated to the Crescent Regiment, of New Orleans, Col. M. J. Smith. [8] These verses were published, early in 1862, in the Raleigh (N. C.) "Register." From the camp of the Massachusetts Twenty-Second Regiment, they were sent as a part of a letter to the "Boston Traveller," on May 31st, of the same year, and printed in that paper on the 6th of June. [9] A good clergyman, on being censured for introducing a "song tune" into his choir at church, replied that he "did not think it fair that the devil should have all the good music." In like manner, we will _never_ give up "Hail Columbia" to the Abolitionists. It is _ours_; and we mean to hold, as one of our dearest rights, this, the grandest march ever composed by mortal man. [10] This song was very popular with the Southern troops, and was sung with great effect to the measure of "Ye Mariners of England." [11] This song was published in the Memphis "Appeal," in December, 1861, was a great favorite with Tennessee troops, and was sung even after the peace was declared. [12] It may add something to the interest with which these stirring lines will be read, to know that they were composed within the walls of a Yankee Bastile. They reach us in manuscript, through the courtesy of a returned prisoner.--_Richmond Examiner._