Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1863-12-10

&c iouo"lae touching lines were written oy s1ts
slana refugee tie daughter OF Confederate Genera
authoress ts at present q resident Of Mobile.
< Cid s1"nny's LaIn-pt for r xoans Master
ny dear young sassa's gone t. war,
Gone from Mi+sus, home and me,
ara on! IL makes my heart so sJta
10 THINK how Ions time 'taill be
Before &c his handsome face
peep1' in my catin door
a the Old familiar place
seems TO 70 Sd him more AUD mote.
he locked 1ne ia soger clothes
Brass blttons sbioiag on his breat,
Bay would rather, geodres knows,
nave seen him far more painly drest
ia 1annel shirt and oottouSde,
Az When ne vas little Roy
W no came to "MaEQY to- when lie played.
10 crack bis whip or mend his toy.
He came to rye before he left
Just alter kissing kssus dear
ny poor Old heart felt so beIeft
L cCad't shed single tear;
He took my cid black hand IN his
De pressed his chesks agsEs ny own
On Heavenly Father think If .his
When he's in danger and alone
lie he old Missus close and long,
AS hough that parting was his last
All, NJ. young Massa' 3 young and strong,
But Eissuss old and failing fast.
| know he felt the parting tC&,
Althc he smiled and looked gay:
And ~hen the Old house was ont Of view,
/ M sure he Wlpsd some tears away.
But must try, for nissus's Rske,
TO put pleasant, bright Ease On;
He said to me, "0h anmy! take
Good care of mother when T. gonsr'
and 90 will ms honey love,
Old MaIni2y will do the best she can
Then leave the rest to above,
For that, they say, g the surest plan.
Igo sometimes into his room
70 smooth the FLOWS, FIX the bed,
But oh! the place seems all IN gloom,
AS my honey boy was dead;
His nice whise shirts the sh. If,
His fancy boots and beaver tall
All, me! | v ish his own sweet self
Was only here to wear them all.
found his picture t'other day
With Mssuss prayer book on chair
| know she always lets 1t stay
Beside her when she says her prayer.
1t did me good to see his
With still, the same old pleasant smile,
But when lett it in it's place,
coull not help but cry awhile.
But goodness me I'm talking Jet.
About that darling, honey son !;
Well, dec are | cid forget
There's all my work haven't done
Well, must go-I hope he's we'll
/ khOts he y brave as brave csn be:
And PlI be gla when he comes back,
Comes back to Mlseus, home and me.
phe Old Plea
sparrow caught Vi on tree
The piuuipest fly all unheeded
Were struggles, cries and agony,
AS for his life the victim pleaded
May quoth the sparrow, you must Gle,
For you are not so strong as l.
4 hawk surprised him at his meal,
And in tree poor sparrow spittsd;
In vain he gaspeu his last appeal,
what CRIME, Sir Hawk, have committed
"Peace!" 10th the captor, "you must die,
For you no. 80 strong as l.
Down swoop'd an eagle, who had spied
With grim delight The state OF matters;
'Releaae me, king the victim cried,
You tear my flesh to tattSrs ~
"Nay," quoth the eagle, lyon must dis,
For you not SO strong as l.
A bullet whistled st the word,
And struck him ere his feast was ended;
''Ah, tyrant !" shrteked the dying bird.
ITO murder him who ne er offended -
oh" quoth the sportsman, .'you must die,
For you are not so strong as l.
The reaper death stood CHASTITY By,
And seized tie sportsman's bling arm;
sob frghtful monster" was his cry,
1--WE never cone thee aught OF barn.
May" quoth the reaper, you must die,
For you are nOt SO strong as ~