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hills of Tennessee, With all their echoing mounts a-throb with war's wild minstrelsy; A galaxy of stars new-born round the shield of Mars, And set against the Stars and Stripes the flashing Stars and Bars. Albert Sidney Johnston The man who, at the opening of hostilities, was regarded as the most formidable general in the Confederacy is commemorated in the poem opposite by a woman long prominent in the relief work of the Grand Army of the Republic. Johnston, whose father was a Connecticut Yankee, won distinction in the Black Hawk War, entered the army of Texas in its struggle for independence, succeeded Sam Houston as commander-in-chief, fought in the War with Mexico, and was recommended for the grade of brigadier-general for his conduct at Monterey. When he heard that his adopted state, Texas, had passed the ordinance of secession, he resigned from the Department of the Pacific. He was assured that he might have the highest position in the Federal service. Sorrowfully he d
's not a toy, A cap with feathers too, And I march beside the drummer-boy On Sundays at review. But now our bacca's all give out, The men can't have their smoke, And so they're cross,—why, even Ned Won't play with me and joke. And the big Colonel said to-day— I hate to hear him swear— He'd give a leg for a good pipe Like the Yanks have over there. And so I thought, when beat the drum, And the big guns were still, I'd creep beneath the tent and come Out here across the hill. And beg, good Mister Yankee men, You'd give me some Lone Jack. Please do—when we get some again I'll surely bring it back. ‘Far off the river lay Antietam creek in 1862’: Burnside's bridge—where the fighting raged Thus the placid stream flowed on to join the far Potomac after the sanguinary battle sung by Gassaway in The pride of Battery B. In neither the white sunlight falling upon the pillars nor the cool reflection of the foliage is there a suggestion of the death and wounds suffered by nearly 25