If pride that swells a nation's soul,--
If foemen's tears that glisten,--
If pilgrims' shrining love,--if grief
Which nought may soothe or sever,--
If THESE can consecrate,--this spot
Is sacred ground forever!

[A] In the month of June the singular spectacle was presented at
Lexington, Va., of two hostile armies, in turn, reverently visiting
Jackson's grave.




WHEN THE WAR IS OVER.

A CHRISTMAS LAY.


I.

Ah! the happy Christmas times!
Times we all remember;--
Times that flung a ruddy glow
O'er the gray December;--
Will they never come again,
With their song and story?
Never wear a remnant more
Of their olden glory?
Must the little children miss