...likely the wind would sing a sad requiem and no loving hand would plant a single flower. A Southern soldier of the 2nd Virginia Cavalry, in pathetic words has epitomized this subject. A lady of Loudoun County, Va. , set the words to music. We often heard it sung around our Camp Fires: All quiet along the Potomac they say Except here and there a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a...