the war of the rebellion was disastrous to nearly every branch of trade, but those who remained at home to write the war-songs of the north did well. some of these efforts were worthy, and, buoyed up by a general feeling of robust patriotism, they floated on to success; but few have stood the test of years and monotonous peace. the author of "mother, i am hollow to the ground" is just depositing his profits from its sale in the picture given on next page. the second one, wearing the cape-overcoat tragedy air, wrote "who will be my laundress now?"