SHERIDAN'S RIDE. 251 SHERIDAN'S RIDE. BY T. BUCHANAN READ. Up from the South at break of day, And wider still those billows of war But there's a road from Winchester town, A good, broad highway leading down, – And there, through the flush of the morning light, Still sprung from those swift hoofs thundering South The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, Under his spurning feet, the road And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, The first that the General saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops : What was done what to do a glance told him both; Then striking his spurs, with a terrrible oath, He dashed down the line mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because The sight of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and his red nostrils' play, Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan! Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man! AFTER ALL. 253 AFTER ALL. BY WILLIAM WINTER. THE apples are ripe in the orchard, At the cottage-door the grandsire A woman is kneeling beside him; And far from over the distance And the grandsire speaks in a whisper. "The end no man can see; But we gave him to his country, And we give our prayers to Thee." But the grandsire's chair is empty, The cottage is dark and still; There's a nameless grave in the battle-field, And a pallid, tearless woman By the cold hearth sits alone, THE YEAR OF JUBILEE.* SAY, darkies, hab you seen de massa, De darky stay, ho! ho! It mus' be now de kingdum comin', He six foot one way and two foot todder, He drill so much dey calls him cap'n, I An' he git so mighty tan'd, spec he'll try to fool dem Yankees De massa run, ha! ha! De darkey stay, ho! ho! It mus' be now de kingdum comin', An' de yar ob Jubilo. * In 1864 the negro slaves began to see that the year of jubilee was certainly coming, and this song, expressive of their views upon the subject, appeared. In April, 1865, a detachment of negro troops sang it as they marched into Richmond. ABOLITION OF SLAVERY. 255 De darkies got so lonesome libb'n In de log hut on de lawn, Dey move dere tings into massa's parlor Dar's wine and cider in de kichin, I And de darkies dey hab some, spec it will all be 'fiscated, When de Lincum sojers come. De massa run, ha! ha! De darkey stay, ho! ho! It mus' be now de kingdum comin', De oberseer, he makes us trubble, We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar, De whip am lost, de han'-cuff broke, He big an' ole enough for to know better De massa run, ha! ha! De darkey stay, ho! ho! It mus' be now de kingdum comin', ABOLITION OF SLAVERY BY CONSTITU TIONAL AMENDMENT.* NOT unto us who did but seek, The word that burned within to speak; Not unto us this day belong The triumph and exulting song. * Passed the House of Representatives, January 31st, 1865, by a vote of 119 to 56. |