He read the list--'twas a sad array Of the wounded and killed in the fatal fray; In the very midst was a pause, to tell That his comrades asked, "Who is he, pray?" "The only son of the widow Gray," Was the proud reply Of his Captain nigh. What ails the woman standing near? Her face has the ashen hue of fear! "Well, well, read on; is he wounded? quick! Oh, God! but my heart is sorrow sick! Is he wounded?" "No! he fell," they say, "Killed outright on that fatal day!" But see, the woman has swooned away! [Illustration: "Only a list of the wounded and dead."] Sadly she opened her eyes to the light, Slowly recalled the events of the fight; Faintly she murmured, "Killed outright! It has cost me the life of my only son, But the battle is fought and the victory won; The will of the Lord, let it be done!" God pity the cheerless widow Gray, And send from the halls of Eternal Day The light of His peace to illume her way! THE BARS AND STARS. By W. A. HAYNES. _Air--"Star Spangled Banner."_ Oh, the tocsin of war still resounds o'er the land, And legions of braves are now rushing to battle, Our lint-stocks are lighted, our guns are all manned, Loud thunders the cannon, and musketry rattle, Our hosts there are led By the blue, white and red, While the battle fiend flaps his pale wing o'er the dead. CHORUS.--Let the bars and stars of our banner ever wave O'er the land of the South, the home of the brave. O, say, can you see through the mist and the gloom, Through the clouds of the battle our stars brightly shining, 'Tis a beacon of hope, 'tis a signal of doom To the hordes of the vandals our borders now lining; Proud defiance we hurl And our flag we unfurl, Let it float, proudly float, in the gaze of the world. CHORUS. For thirty years or more, we have waited and prayed That the chains of oppression and wrongs might be sundered, But the black fiends of the North, with their plans foully laid, Have raised up a whirlwind and the old ship's now foundered. We shouted the alarm, We spoke of our wrongs, Now the argument's exhausted, we'll stand by our arms. CHORUS. Oh! Manassas has been fought, and the field has been won, And the brag guns of Sherman our brave boys have taken; Our foes have retreated back to old Washington, But the ranks of our Dixie still remain there unshaken; And over the graves Of the New York Zouaves The bars and the stars now triumphantly waves. CHORUS. WAR SONG. _Charleston Mercury._ Respectfully inscribed to the companies mentioned. _Air--"March, march, Ettrick and Toviotdale."_