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prisoned for nine months in Dublin, afterward edited the “Irishman," and in October, 1849, being implicated in an insurrectionary movement in Tipperary, fled to America. He was for three years connected with the New Orleans “Delta,” and died in that city in May, 1857.
Ode on the Centenary of Burns. Page 229. Miss CRAIG'S ode, which bore off the prize, offered by the directors of the Crystal Palace Company, from more than six hundred competitors, is one of the few prize poems which have possessed any poetical merit.
The Old Canoe. Page 247. All efforts to discover the authorship of this popular poem have been unavailing. It has been attributed to Albert Pike, but he disclaims it.
Revelry in India. Page 256. These lines are said to have been sung by a company of British officers stationed at a frontier post in India during a pestilence. It is also said that the author of them was the next victim.
The Countersign. Page 264. Concerning the authorship of “The Countersign,” we only know that it was written by a private in Company G of Stuart's Engineers, at Camp Lesley, near Washington, during the first year of the Rebellion. It seems too good to have been a first poem ; but it is to be feared that the chances of war made it the last, as it has never been claimed.
Sherman's March to the Sea. Page 265. Adjutant BYERS, Fifth Iowa Infantry, wrote this song while a prisoner at Columbia, S. C. General Sherman, to whom a copy of the lines was handed when he arrived at that place, so admired them that he sent for the author and attached him to his staff.
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Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight
Come a little nearer, Doctor,—thank you !-let me take
Dark lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main
England's sun was slowly setting, o'er the hills so far
Fair stood the wind for France
Goe, soule, the bodie's guest
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!
I am dying, Egypt, dying
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I weigh not fortune's frown or smile
Last night among his fellow roughs
Methinks it is good to be here
Nearer, my God, to thee
O a dainty plant is the ivy green