Storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won;- Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray. 7. No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead;- Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears, for the Blue; Tears and love, for the Gray. F. M. Finch. NOTE. The above touching little poem first appeared in the "Atlantic Monthly" in September, 1867. It commemorates the noble action on the part of the women at Columbus, Miss., who in decorating the graves strewed flowers impartially on those of the Confederate and of the Federal soldiers. LIX. THE MACHINIST'S RETURN. Adapted from a letter written by a correspondent of the Washington "Capital." 1. On our way from Springfield to Boston, a stout, black-whiskered man sat immediately in front of me, in the drawing-room car, whose maneuvers were a source of constant amusement.
