Heralding Faith to view;
Type of unblemished honor;
Symbol of all that's true!

_Then_ what can those waves be singing
But an anthem grand, sublime,
As they bear for our martyred heroes
A wail to the coast of Time?
What else as they roll majestic
To the far-off shadowy shore,
To join the Eternal chorus
When Time shall be no more!




Old Moultrie.


By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston.



All lovers of poetry will know in whose liquid gold I have dipped my brush
to illumine the picture.


The splendor falls on bannered walls
Of ancient Moultrie, great in story;
And flushes now, his scar-seamed brow,