Stitch, stitch, stitch. Swiftly, little needle, glide. Thine's a pleasant labor; To clothe the soldier be thy pride, While he wields the sabre. Ours are tireless hearts and hands; To Southern wives and mothers, All who join our warlike bands Are our friends and brothers. Stitch, stitch, stitch. Little needle, swiftly fly; From morning until eve, As the moments pass thee by, These substantial comforts weave. Busy thoughts are at our hearts-- Thoughts of hopeful cheer, As we toil, till day departs, For the noble volunteer. Quick, quick, quick. Swiftly, little needle, go; For our homes' most pleasant fires Let a loving greeting flow To our brothers and our sires; We have tears for those who fall, Smiles for those who laugh at fears; Hope and sympathy for all-- Every noble volunteer. THE LADIES OF RICHMOND The editor of the Lynchburg _Republican_, writing to his paper in June, 1862, says: The ladies of Richmond, as of Lynchburg, and indeed of the whole country, are making for themselves a fame which will live in all future history, and brilliantly illuminate the brightest pages of the Republic's history. Discarding all false ceremony and giving full vent to those feelings and sentiments of devotion which make her the noblest part of God's creation and the fondest object of man's existence, the ladies of this city from all ranks have gone into the hospitals and are hourly engaged in ministering to the wants and relieving the sufferings of their countrymen. Mothers and sisters could not be more unremitting in their attention to their own blood than these women are to those whom they have never seen before, and may never see again. They feed them, nurse them, and by their presence and sympathy cheer and encourage them. "Man's inhumanity to man makes countless millions mourn," but woman's sympathy would heal every wound and make glad every heart. THE HOSPITAL AFTER SEVEN PINES [Richmond During the War, pages 135-136.]