Oh, de cabin at de quarter in de old plantation days, Wid de garden patch behin' it an' de gode-vine by de do', An' de do'-yard sot wid roses, whar de chillun runs and plays, An' de streak o' sunshine, yaller lak, er-slantin' on de flo'! But ole Mars' wuz killed at Shiloh, an' young Mars' at Wilderness; Ole Mis' is in de graveyard, wid young Mis' by her side, An' all er we-all's fambly is scattered eas' an' wes', An' de gode-vine by de cabin do' an' de roses all has died! MARY EVELYN MOORE DAVIS August Eighth Here Carolina comes, her brave cheeks warm And wet with tears, to take in charge this dust, And brings her daughters to receive in form Virginia's sacred trust. JAMES BARRON HOPE _Monument erected to Anne Carter Lee, Warren County, N. C., said to be the first monument erected by Southern women, 1866_ August Ninth "All quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 'Tis nothing--a private or two, now and then, Will not count in the news of the battle; Not an officer lost--only one of the men, Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle." _From "All Quiet Along the Potomac To-night"_ [This poem has been claimed by a Mississippian. It has also been claimed on behalf of a New York writer; but it now seems probable that the verses were originally written in camp by Thaddeus Oliver, of Georgia, in August, 1861.--Editor] _Francis Scott Key born, 1780_ August Tenth To defend your birthright and mine, which is more precious than domestic ease, or property, or life, I exchange, with proud satisfaction, a term of six years in the Senate of the United States for the musket of a soldier. JOHN C. BRECKINRIDGE _General Lyon killed and his army defeated by General Ben. McCulloch at Wilson Creek, Mo., 1861_ August Eleventh Against the night, a champion bright, The glow-worm, lifts a spear of light; And, undismayed, the slenderest shade Against the noonday bares a blade. JOHN B. TABB (_Heroes_) August Twelfth