Where are they now, dear mother? Like a mirage of the plain, Like a bubble on the ocean, like a jewel on the main, Like the sweetest flowers of autumn, when they feel the biting frost, All those glorious aspirations--they are lost, forever lost! Yet if I could live, my mother, I know I still should go And help to rid our country of her fratricidal foe; For you have taught me, long ago, that he was no true man Who would not, in a time like this, step forward with the van. And though I leave, my mother, no laurel crown of fame, There is not linked with my past life a single breath of shame; And though I ne'er shall see your face, I will no more complain, For I know that not a sparrow falleth to the ground in vain. But another dawn, sweet mother, is breaking o'er me now; When to-morrow's sunlight beameth, it will find a calm, cold brow; And another rough, rude coffin will be taken from the door: God bless you, dearest mother, and good-by forevermore! LITERARY NOTICES. WEAK LUNGS, AND HOW TO MAKE THEM STRONG; or, Diseases of the Organs of the Chest, with their Home Treatment by the Movement Cure. By DIO LEWIS, M. D. Profusely illustrated. Ticknor & Fields, Boston, 1863. Diet, air, sunshine, dress, exercise, and water, are all indispensable hygienic agents, but considerable knowledge and experience are necessary for their proper adaptation to particular cases. Dr. Lewis's work is designed (to a certain degree) to impart such knowledge, and, while the general rules he gives cannot fail to be useful to all, we doubt not there are many instances of the especial malady under consideration in which the proposed mode of treatment would prove entirely efficacious. The numerous and carefully elaborated illustrations contained in the book render the application of the text simple and easy. The feature which especially pleases us is, that arrangements are made for home treatment, for, if there is anything depressing to the human spirit, it is an association of invalids. We do not mean a regular hospital, where people are suffering from acute forms of disease, and are learning and teaching the grand lessons of patience, endurance, and fortitude so necessary to humanity, but a community of individuals, able to walk about, talk to one another, and be generally engrossed with one idea, the pursuit of health. We once spent thirty days in a water-cure establishment, and can truly say that it was one of the most miserable months we ever passed. The totally physical atmosphere, the selfish, material countenances surrounding us, weighed upon our spirit until our nerves gave way, and we wondered which were on the broad road to insanity, our companions or ourselves. We examined narrowly, and found (in the generality of cases) that the angels within the bodies of those men and women had had their wings cut away until nothing remained but