Beneath your boughs, at fall of dew, By lovers' lips is softly told The tale that all the ages through Has kept the world from growing old. But still, though April's buds unfold, Or Summer sets the earth aleaf, Or Autumn pranks your robes with gold, You sway and sigh in graceful grief. Mourn on forever, unconsoled, And keep your secret, faithful tree! No heart in all the world can hold A sweeter grace than constancy. MY SECOND CAPTURE. The Adjutant T---- and myself, not inexperienced in battles, though, perhaps, like most Americans, infants in warfare, were captured in September last, in the Valley of the Shenandoah, Nature's noble art-gallery, on the west side of Opequan Creek, a stream that is a picture at almost any point. In one of the gallant charges which our eager cavalry, under General Sheridan, made before the great charge that captured Winchester and the Valley, our regiment had the right, and gained a fine position in the end. But two or three encounters were very close. The sea of battle surged back and forth, tormented only, however, by the mild breezes of a day like May; and as the waves of our army withdrew from the ridge on which the enemy rested, to gain greater impetus, my poor horse was shot under me, stranded, and left rolling upon the ground, midway between friend and foe. The orderly, my attendant, had another in the rear of the retreating column; but, inasmuch as that was now swept by the swift-receding current far beyond us, he could neither have me mounted nor command other present means whereby to get me off. I reclined, like Adonis, upon a soft bed of meadow-grass studded here and there with wild-flowers, an emerald velvet with silver spangles,--but suffering, unlike him, from bruises, and with my best soulless friend dead at my side. I was somewhat sprained by the fall the dying beast had given me. The enemy was close at hand, following with yells and chaotic eagerness upon our troops. "We'll take a march to Libby," said my orderly, dropping on his knees to feel my bones. He drew his arm through his rein, (having had no idea of deserting me in his sound health by the aid of his ready animal,) and continued his examination; whilst his sturdy favorite chopped the short grass within reach of his breathing hitching-post as closely as his long bit would allow. In a very few moments the Rebel foam was surging like wild beyond us,--a private pausing at me for a second, to poke me in the ribs with his piece. "There's life there, Grayback," growled my attendant; and the Rebel ordered us to the rear.