Beneath thy steel coat lies the arrow head-
Behold that broken shaft. Thou shalt not see
The morning. (He dies.)

DE S.-There is nothing left to conquer!
He said that I was wounded. (Feeling.)

True-'tis here.

An arrow in my side-I felt it not

'Tis deep.-Now, death, we're face to face at last. I fear thee not! (Looking at Tuscaluza.)

How tranquilly he lies!

Shall I have peace like that? O what a joy
Steals over me: before me sweeps my life,
Fleet and distinct: the mother smile shines out-
The curate blesses me-the manuscripts
Spread their black letters-Isabella steps
From the stone chapel's fretted arch-the lists
Ring with her name-Pizarro beckons me-
Ho, to the rescue!-River of my soul,
Say, wilt thou sing to sleep this brain of mine
With all these memories? O leave me one-
Endless and changeless as thy mighty song-
Love! (Enter Porcallo, Alvarado, followed by Anasco, Gal-
lego, Gayton, and Spanish army.)

ALVAR.-Art thou wounded? Where?

DE S.

Disturb it not

Not for the universe! Closer, Porcallo.

'Tis our last battle-field.

Dost thou remember

The sunset of our first? The day was won,

And spent with toil, I slept: thy tears awoke me—
I felt thine arms around me-heard thy voice

Whispering I should be a Conqueror.

Have I fulfilled that early prophecy?

POR.-A Conqueror unsullied by the stain

Of unresisting blood.

DE S.-May Heav'n confirm it!

Farewell, old friend-there's many a gallant field
Before thee yet: remember me whene'er

The cry is Santiago, and our banner
Firm in the rocking war, wins victory
From Fate.

POR.-Remember? I shall die with thee.

DE S.-No, by my Knighthood, No!—I charge thee bear This message to my wife-to Isabella:

Tell her to teach my story to my boy,

That he may love the sire he scarcely knew

Tell her to live for him:—then add but this—
Amidst temptation, danger, and despair,
I kept our vow!

ALVAR.-The fleet is in the river.

DE S.-Ha!—say you so?-War's music be their wel

come

What word?

ALVAR.-Gonzalo brings it-lo, he comes!

(Enter Gonzalo.)

DE S.-Is Isabella well?-I'll hear the worst.

There is a curse unspoken in thy face.

GON. She's dead.

DE S.-O, God! how desolate the earth has grown, How sweet the skies that hold her!

(Taking him aside.) Well?

Thy son

GON.
DE S.-I am his father! Dost thou fear to speak,
When I dare listen?

GON.

DE S.

GON.-You bleed.

Dead.

The cup is full!

DE S.-Ay, father, you have made me bleed.—

Alvar (taking him aside), have masses said at Ulah's grave, And plant a cross of stone there, that its shadow

May sometimes sweep the river.—

Men of Spain,

In him behold your leader-by the cross,

I charge you swear to follow without question
Where'er he leads. (They kneel.)

OMNES.-We swear!

DE S. (to Alvar).-Lead them to Spain.
ALVAR.-And thou?

DE S. (plucking out the arrow).-Out, minister of mercy,

out!

Blest be the hand that sent thee.-I stay here!

My children, cluster round me I am dying.
Bright be your lot amid the groves of Spain,
New honors and true loves. For me-but this:-
Deep in that mighty river be my grave,

Its foam my shroud, its ceaseless voice my dirge,
Its everlasting wave my monument! (He dies.)

GOD SAVE THE SOUTH!

(Southern Anthem of the Civil War-1863).

God save the South,

God save the South,
Her altars and firesides,
God save the South!
For the great war is nigh,
And we will win or die,
Chanting our battle-cry,
Freedom or death!

God be our shield,

At home or afield,

Stretch thine arm over us,
Strengthen and save.

What tho' they're three to one,

Forward each sire and son,

Strike till the war is won,

Strike to the grave!

God make the right
Stronger than might;
Millions would trample us
Down in their pride.
Lay thou their legions low.
Roll back the ruthless foe,
Let the proud spoiler know,
God's on our side.

Hark honor's call,
Summoning all,
Summoning all of us

Unto the strife.

Sons of the South, awake!
Strike till the brand shall break,
Strike for dear Honor's sake,

Freedom and Life!

Rebels before

Our fathers of yore,

Rebel the righteous name
Washington bore.

So, then, be ours the same,

Name that he snatch'd from shame,

Making it first in fame,

Foremost in war.

War to the hilt,
Theirs be the guilt,
Who fetter the freeman
To ransom the slave.
Up, then, and undismay'd
Sheathe not the battle blade
Till the last foe is laid
Low in the grave!

God save the South,

God save the South,

Dry the dim eyes that now
Follow our path.

Still let the light feet rove

Safe through the orange grove;

Still keep the land we love

Safe from Thy wrath.

FIDELIS

From 'Said the Rose, and Other Lyrics.'

A Maiden stood by a shining stream,

Sing tarry, tarry;

Her eye was rapt in a sweet, sweet dream,

Ay, marry, marry.

A suitor bold rode merrily by,

"Dream on," quoth he, "you will wake one day! So my hounds shall hunt and my falcon fly. Away! Away!"

A Ladye sat by a clouded stream,

Sing tarry, tarry;

Her heart still true to its first sweet dream,

Ay, marry, marry.

A Baron rode up with hawk and hound,

"Well, mistress mine, do you still say nay? Come! my lance is sure and my steed is sound, Away! Away!"

A Mourner knelt by a frozen stream,

Sing tarry, tarry;

Her hair all white with a snowy gleam,
Ay, marry, marry.

Once more to her side the Baron came

With hawk in hand, though his beard was gray; But her maiden dream was still the same.

Away! Away!

SAID THE ROSE

From 'Said the Rose, and Other Lyrics.'

I am weary of the Garden,

Said the Rose;

For the winter winds are sighing,
All my playmates round me dying,
And my leaves will soon be lying
'Neath the snows.

But I hear my Mistress coming,
Said the Rose;

She will take me to her chamber
Where the honeysuckles clamber
And I'll bloom there all December

'Spite the snows.