Twilight Stories

"DIXIE" AND "YANKEE DOODLE."

 I was born 'way down in "Dixie,"
      Reared beneath the Southern skies,
  And they didn't have to teach me
      Every "Yankee" to despise.

 I was but a country youngster
      When I donned a suit of gray,
  When I shouldered my old musket,
      And marched forth the "Yanks" to slay.

 Four long years I fought and suffered,
      "Dixie" was my battle cry;
  "Dixie" always and forever,
      Down in "Dixie" let me die.

 And to-night I'm down in "Dixie,"
      "Dixie" still so grand and true;
  But to-night I am appareled
      In a uniform of blue.

 And to-night the band is playing;
      'Tis not "Dixie's" strains I hear,
  But the strains of "Yankee Doodle"
      Ring out strong and clear.

 Long I listen to the music;
      By my side a comrade stands;
  He's a "Yank" and I'm a "Rebel,"
      But we grasp each other's hands.

 Here together we united
      'Way down South in "Dixie" stand,
  And my comrade whispers softly,
      "There's no land like 'Dixie's land.'"

 But my eyes are filled with teardrops,
      Tears that make my heart feel glad;
  And I whisper to my comrade:
      "'Yankee Doodle' ain't so bad."
                         LAWRENCE PORCHER HEXT.

 A game of marbles
  We were having one day,
  When Baby chanced
      to come along that way.
  Too little he was
      to join our game,
  But he pocketed our marbles
      just the same.