Widowed Virginia lies
Stricken to-day!

Yet--though that thrilling word--
Accent of dread--
Falls like a thunderbolt,
Bowing each head--
Heroes! be battle done
Bravelier every one,
Nerved by the thought alone--
_Ashby is dead!_





STONEWALL JACKSON'S GRAVE.[A]


A simple, sodded mound of earth,
Without a line above it;
With only daily votive flowers
To prove that any love it:
The token flag that silently
Each breeze's visit numbers,
Alone keeps martial ward above
The hero's dreamless slumbers.

No name?--no record? Ask the world;
The world has read his story--