o beautifully in verse.
He has written as well in prose, it may be assumed, for, as fellow student with Thomas Nelson Page at the University of Virginia, he yielded to the latter (it has been admitted), some conceptions-upon which our dialect writer rose to fame and wealth. G. Julian Pratt. Waynesboro, Va., January 25, 1898.
The Confederate dead.
The grief that circled his brow with a crown of thorns was also that which wreathed them with the splendor of immortality.— Castelar's Savonarola.
I. Where are they who marched away, Sped with smiles that changed to tears, Glittering lines of steel and gray Moving down the battle's way— Where are they these many years? Garlands wreathed their shining swords; They were girt about with cheers, Children's lispings, women's words, Sunshine and the songs of birds— They are gone so many years. Lo!
beyond their brave array Freedom's august dawn appears: Thus we said: “The brighter day Breaks above that line of gray.” — Where