the house from top to bottom, And let the neighbors know What they need, the men who shield them From the fury of the foe. Be up early in the morning; Ask of all what they will send To the camp in Wickliffe's meadow, Where each soldier is a friend. 'Twere a sin, whilst there is plenty, (Let us never feel the taunt,) That the legions of the Union, Braving danger, were in want,
X. Write at once to Hatty Shelby, And — for both of them are there-- Send a line to Alice Dudley, And a word for Ruth Adair; Then to-morrow write to Dorcas, And anon to Mollie Todd,-- Say they've work now for their country, For their freedom, and their God; And if only half the spirit That their mother had is theirs, There'll be rapid work with needles, And sharp rummaging up stairs. Oh, it stirs the blood of seventy, Wherever it survives, Just to touch the chain of memory Of the old Kentucky wives!
XI. In a day or two-at farthest When the present rain is done-- You and I will take the carriage, With the risi