But what's the use of talking thus? We'll try to be content; And if they cannot come to us A message may be sent. And that's one comfort, anyway; For though we are apart, There is no reason why we may Not open heart to heart. We trust it may soon come To a final test; We want to see our Southern homes Secured in peaceful rest. But if the blood of those we love In freedom's cause must flow, With fervent trust in God above, We bid them onward go. And we will watch them as they go, And cheer them on their way: Our arms shall be their resting-place When wounded sore they lay. Oh! if the sons of Southern soil For freedom's cause must die, Her daughters ask no dearer boon Than by their side to lie. JACKSON'S RESIGNATION. A Yankee Soliloquy before the Battle of Fredericksburg. By TENELLA. Well, we can whip them now I guess, If Jackson has resigned, General Lee in "fighting Burnside," More than his match will find: We're done with slow McClellan, Who kept us "digging dirt," And now are "on to Richmond," Where some one "will be hurt." Again around the Rebels The anaconda coils, For East and West, and North and South, We have them in our toils; We'd have beat them at Manassas If McDowell had not slipped, When he tried to leap this Stonewall, Who don't know when he's whipped. We'd have laid them in the Valley So low they could not rise, But Banks must run against it, And spill all his supplies. Now if that fool Jeff Davis Has let Stonewall resign, We can go "on to Richmond" By the Rappahannock line. But they say he's a shrewd fellow Who knows a soldier well, And stood by Sidney Johnston Until in death he fell; "If Johnston is no general, Then, gentlemen, I've none," He said to those who grumbled, When Donelson we won. And I don't believe that Jackson's Resignation he'll accept-- Hallo!!!--A rebel picket-- How close the rascal crept! "Say, stranger, is it true That Jackson has resigned?" "Well, yes--I reckon so-- Heard somethin' of the kind." "What for? Did old Jeff Davis Put a sub. above his head?" "No--they took away his commissary, So I've heard it said." "Well, _we_ are glad to hear it, And will tender them our thanks, But who was Jackson's commissary?" "_Your Major-General Banks._" "Confound your rebel impudence! He'd be very smart indeed, If from supplies for _one_ intended, _Two_ armies he could feed." _Southern Illustrated News_, April, 1863. WE LEFT HIM ON THE FIELD. By MISS MARIA E. JONES, of Galveston, Tex. We left him on the crimson'd field, Where battle storms had swept, We know the soldier's fate was seal'd-- No wonder that we wept. Some have, perhaps, as nobly fought, And some as bravely fell, Where the red sword its work hath wrought, But none we lov'd so well.