"no Other Loss."

A vietory WOD, but "DO othep luss," Save ji private, late in the lay; No onptain, or colonel, oniy a boy - A drummer boy shot n the fray. Only ii drummer? bul where w:is the fight? Aiul 1 pray V"ii teil uie bis name; For niy Wilhe1 band is stiilioiied somev h ere Along on that whit-tented plain. Hot gay Willie Lee? Oh, teil me not that ! Mot that bright eyed, sweet Willie Lee; His mother's iond liope, her joy, and her ]ride - No! no! i' issurcly nol lie. Hot. Willie hot .luwii aml buried at nighl. - At -uidnight, and r.o one knowi where ; No mother's ioud hand to elose the durk eyes Orsmooth back the curling brown hair. Dead? buried? oh, no! 'tu searcely a tnonth Since J kiesed lus soft, buyish chcek. As ha brusbed from his eyc-lids the glitter ing ti'ar Hu tljdutht it unmanly to wooyi. Dead? Ijuried? oli D'j ! iny Willie come back, To thy u.o'her's lone cottage return; There, at the window, Bh e paiiently wftits, And all brightly the hearth firca burn, Alas' he is dead, and never ngoin öhall his stricken mother behold The dark, !oving eyes, and red. laugbing ■Ti pa Of Willie, so brave and so bold All alone on the battle field iliat night, 'Mid the carnage fli tier;e and so wild, Alone he went down to bis soldier 's gnive, My only, my beautnul cbild. "No othf r loss! ' they say it sd coWly; As though it were only their own, A though no widowed motb'.'r were waiting. And weeping, and walking alone. "No other loss!"fhy a thomand rr.en killed Would hare been fi sm;ill grief to me. Comparfd witb my boy, my only, ruy all, My bonnio eyed, sweet Willie Lee. They teil me other mo'hers are weeping And grieving as sorely as I; But littleenouarli dotb it comfort me That othersthus bitterly ery. Ah, no other lo-s I most surely 'tis true, I have nothing left me to lose, But Heaven grant that thoae who oauacd this wreek May receive their righteous dues. Ah ! just sueh a loss; I'll pray till I die That jnst such a daik, snble puil, A 6lialow8 cruel and heavy as mine, On tliose trait'rous rebels may fall ; On thoae vile, selfish nier. , wilh vile, seliïsb airns. In tbeir erafty, ambitious schemes, Wbo reek not wliat wi e and misery biight A Iond mot Ik r holicst drcaois Fayettevill, N. Y..1SIÍ2. A MP.