JAMES RYDER RANDALL 1839 His MR. RANDALL has been a lifelong journalist. He was born in Baltimore, Maryland, and studied at Georgetown College, D.C. journalistic work has been done at New Orleans, Augusta, Baltimore, and Washington. From hill to hill, from creek to creek, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Maryland, my Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum, She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb; Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum! 5 10 15 She'll come ! ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN 1839-1886 FATHER RYAN, as he is familiarly called, was born in Norfolk, Virginia, and died in Louisville, Kentucky. He was a Catholic priest, and served as a chaplain in the Confederate army. Of an unusually restless disposition, he edited in turn several religious periodicals and moved from one pastoral charge to another. Much of his verse, written during the heat of war, is no longer remembered; but one or two of his lyrics retain their popularity. Furl that Banner! True, 'tis gory, Though its folds are in the dust! Furl its folds though now we must. Furl that Banner, softly, slowly! For it droops above the dead. ANONYMOUS These verses first appeared in the Metropolitan Record. THE CONFEDERATE FLAG No more o'er human hearts to wave, Its tattered folds forever furled: We laid it in an honored grave, And left its memories to the world. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 |