THE FANCY SHOT.

Scarce grazing the picture, so fair to behold,
Of a beautiful lady in bridal array."

"Ha! rifleman, fling me the locket! — 'tis she,

My brother's young bride, Was her husband — Hush!

decree,

and the fallen dragoon

soldier, 'twas Heaven's

We must bury him there, by the light of the moon!

"But hark! the far bugles their warnings unite; War is a virtue, weakness a sin;

There's a lurking and loping around us to-night;

Load again, rifleman, keep your hand in!"

-Charles Dawson Shanly.

IN THE HOSPITAL.

And grasp his banner still,
Though all its blue be dim;

These stripes, no less than stars,
Lead after him.

-M. W. Howland.

Farragut.

FARRAGUT, Farragut,

Old Heart of Oak,

Daring Dave Farragut,

Thunderbolt stroke,
Watches the hoary mist
Lift from the bay,
Till his flag, glory-kissed,
Greets the young day.

Far, by gray Morgan's walls, Looms the black fleet. Hark, deck to rampart calls

With the drums' beat! Buoy your chains overboard, While the steam hums; Men! to the battlement, Farragut comes.

See, as the hurricane

Hurtles in wrath

Squadrons of clouds amain
Back from its path!
Back to the parapet,
To the guns' lips,

AN AUGUST MORNING WITH FARRAGUT. From a painting by W. H. Overend.