teresting. He later became literary editor of the “Evening Post,” N. Y.; in 1872 he went to Colorado in one last but vain effort to restore his health. He died in 1873 and is buried in Hollywood Cemetery at Richmond.

His writings, consisting of poems, letters, sketches, and editorials, are found mainly in the “Southern Literary Messenger" and "The Land We Love."

ASHBY.

To the brave all homage render,

Weep, ye skies of June !
With a radiance pure and tender,

Shine, oh saddened moon !
“Dead upon the field of glory,”
Hero fit for song and story,

Lies our bold dragoon.
Well they learned, whose hands have slain him,

Braver, knightlier foe
Never fought with Moor nor Paynim,

Rode at Templestowe;
With a mien how high and joyous,
'Gainst the hordes that would destroy us

Went he forth we know.
Never more, alas ! shall sabre

Gleam around his crest;
Fought his fight; fulfilled his labour;

Stilled his manly breast.
All unheard sweet Nature's cadence,
Trump of fame and voice of maidens,

Now he takes his rest.
Earth that all too soon hath bound him,

Gently wrap his clay;
Linger lovingly around him,

Light of dying day;
Softly fall the summer showers,
Birds and bees among the flowers

Make the gloom seem gay.

There, throughout the coming ages,

When his sword is rust,
And his deeds in classic pages,

Mindful of her trust,
Shall Virginia, bending lowly,
Still a ceaseless vigil holy

Keep above his dust!

MUSIC IN CAMP.

Two armies covered hill and plain,

Where Rappahannock's waters Ran deeply crimsoned with the stain

Of battle's recent slaughters.
The summer clouds lay pitched like tents

In meads of heavenly azure;
And each dread gun of the elements

Slept in its hid embrasure.
The breeze so softly blew, it made

No forest leaf to quiver,
And the smoke of the random cannonade

Rolled slowly from the river. And now, where circling hills looked down

With cannon grimly planted,
O'er listless camp and silent town

The golden sunset slanted.
When on the fervid air there came

A strain-now rich, now tender;
The music seemed itself aflame

With day's departing splendor.
A Federal band, which, eve and morn,

Played measures brave and nimble,
Had just struck up, with flute and horn

And lively clash of cymbal.
Down flocked the soldiers to the banks,

Till, margined by its pebbles,
One wooded shore was blue with “ Yanks,"

And one was gray with “Rebels.”

Then all was still, and then the band,

With movement light and tricksy, Made stream and forest, hill and strand

Reverberate with “Dixie."

The conscious stream with burnished glow

Went proudly o'er its pebbles,
But thrilled throughout its deepest flow

With yelling of the Rebels.
Again a pause, and then again

The trumpets pealed sonorous,
And “ Yankee Doodle” was the strain

To which the shore gave chorus.
The laughing ripple shoreward flew,

To kiss the shining pebbles ;
Loud shrieked the swarming Boys in Blue

Defiance to the Rebels.
And yet once more the bugles sang

Above the stormy riot ;
No shout upon the evening rang-

There reigned a holy quiet.
The sad, slow stream its noiseless flood

Poured o'er the glistening pebbles;
All silent now the Yankees stood,

And silent stood the Rebels. No unresponsive soul had heard

That plaintive note's appealing, So deeply “Home Sweet Home" had stirred

The hidden founts of feeling.

Or Blue, or Gray, the soldier sees

As by the wand of fairy,
The cottage 'neath the live-oak trees,

The cabin by the prairie.
Or cold, or warm, his native skies

Bend in their beauty o'er him;
Seen through the tear-mist in his eyes,

His loved ones stand before him.

As fades the iris after rain

In April's tearful weather,
The vision vanished, as the strain

And daylight died together.
But memory, waked by music's art,

Expressed in simplest numbers,
Subdued the sternest Yankee's heart,

Made light the Rebel's slumbers.

And fair the form of music shines,

That bright celestial creature,
Who still, 'mid war's embattled lines,

Gave this one touch of Nature,

JABEZ LAMAR MONROE CURRY.

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DR. CURRY was born in Georgia, but his father removed to Alabama in 1838, and he was reared in that State. After graduation at the University of Georgia and at the Harvard Law School, he began the practice of law in Talladega County, Alabama. He served in the State Legislature and in Congress, and in 1861 entered the Confederate Army.

After the war he was ordained to the Baptist ministry and became president of Howard College, Alabama, and later, professor of English, Philosophy, and Law, in Richmond College, Virginia, which latter position he filled for thirteen years.

From 1881 to 1885 he was agent of the Peabody Educational Fund; in 1885 he was appointed minister to Spain, and on his return to America resumed the agency of the Fund. His wise administration and his well-directed efforts have done much to further the cause of education; and his ability and effectiveness as a speaker and writer have given him national fame.

Constitutional History of Spain.
Gladstone,

WORKS.

Southern States of the American Union (just issued, 1895).

RELATIONS BETWEEN ENGLAND AND AMERICA.

(From Gladstone.*) By his frank utterances, expressive of his admiration of the people and the institutions of the United States, he has provoked adverse criticism from a portion of the English press. He thinks the Senate of the United States - the most remarkable of all the inventions of modern politics,” and the American constitution “ the most wonderful work ever struck off at a given time by the brain and purpose of man,” and that “its exemption from formal change, has certainly proved the sagacity of its constructors and the stubborn strength of the fabric."

In the same essay-Kin Beyond Sea-speaking of our future, he says, “She will probably become what we are now, the head servant in the great household of the world, the employer of all employed ; because her service will be the most and the ablest,” In 1856, when the relations between Great Britain and the United States became considerably strained, in an able speech may be found this sentence : “ It appears to me that the two cardinal aims that we ought to keep in view in the discussion of this question are peace and a thoroughly cordial understanding with America for one, the honor and fame of England for the other.”

In 1884, he wrote : “ The convulsion of that country between 1861 and 1865 was perhaps the most frightful which ever assailed a national existence. The efforts which were made on both sides were marked. The exertions by which alone the movement was put down were not only extraordinary, they were what antecedently would have been called