For I love my darling boy;
He's the gladness of my spirit,
He's the sunlight of my joy!
Yet in thinking of my country,
Oh! my spirit groweth bold,
And I with my blue-eyed soldier
Were but twenty summers old!




The Good Old Cause.

By John D. Phelan, of Montgomery, Ala.



I.


Huzza! huzza! for the _Good Old Cause_,
'Tis a stirring sound to hear,
For it tells of rights and liberties,
Our fathers bought so dear;
It brings up the _Jersey prison-ship_,
The spot where _Warren_ fell,
And the scaffold which echoes the dying words
Of _murdered Hayne's_ farewell.