The Pictorial Field-Book of the Revolution, Vol. 2 (of 2)

CHAPTER IX.

```"Thou desolate and dying year!

```Prophetic of our final fall;

```Thy buds are gone, thy leaves are sere,

```Thy beauties shrouded in the pall;

```And all the garniture that shed

```A brilliancy upon thy prime,

```Hath like a morning vision fled

```Into the expanded grave of time."

`````James G. Brooks.

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