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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore) 8 0 Browse Search
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107. weep O'Er the heroes as they fall. by Charles William Butler. Dedicated to our Armies. Weep o'er the heroes as they fall In conflict for the right; And vow to Heaven our lives, our all, Shall give our country might. We will not let our banner fair Be trailed by foes in dust, But it shall be our dearest care-- The nation's hope and trust. Weep o'er the heroes as they fall, Who die in glory's prime; Who give their nation's earnest call A life and death sublime. We call them dead; and yet their hearts Throb on in memory's shrine-- For them the patriot's noblest part, In Freedom's cause divine. Weep o'er the heroes as they fall, For God hath called them home; From battle-field, from foeman's thrall, His peaceful angels come. They come and go where rivers wide Their tides of calm outpour, And memory wanders by their side To joy for evermore. Weep o'er the heroes as they fall, O'er Ellsworth's early tomb, And by his dark, funereal pall, Bid patriot life-buds bloom. Write there an
Results of military occupation.--A friend has handed us a letter found in the pocket of an officer of the Confederate forces, written to a friend in Richmond. He was, with several others, surprised near Great Bethel by some of Gen. Butler's scouts, and escaped leaving their coats hanging on the limb of a tree. In speaking of the New Orleans Zouaves, which he calls Jeff. Davis' pet Wolves, he says:--They were here only about twenty-four hours, and in that time killed only four cows, together with sheep and pigs too numerous to mention; they are without doubt the hardest set I ever saw. He continues:--We have been getting on quite comfortably here, as we manage to get a few extras occasionally by buying them. But we have not received any thing in the way of meat from the Commissary except salt bacon, and most of the time the most abominable flour you ever saw; in fact, the bread made from it is so heavy that it is dangerous to go swimming after a meal, for fear of sinking. Wh
had only one feed during that time. He is the only surgeon out of four who belonged to the regiment who returned from Bull Run. The three others were captured.--N. Y. World. Frederic de Peyster, Jr., the subject of the above notice, was appointed by Governor Morgan an Assistant Surgeon the Eighth regiment N. Y. S. M. He has seen all the hard work of the war, having joined his regiment at Annapolis in April. He was with the first detachment which occupied the Relay House, and that which Butler took with him to overawe Baltimore. Prepared to move with his regiment upon Manassas, he was left behind, as the youngest surgeon, in charge of the sick and wounded. Ordered to bring up a detachment of convalescents, he pushed on ahead of them so as to render assistance to his regiment on the battle-field as soon as possible. A letter from the Major of the 29th N. Y. V. speaks of his appearing as calm and composed as usual, despite his extreme exertions and the terrible excitement of the
118. to General Butler. by Bay State. Ben. Butler, my boy, It gives me much joy Of your brave words and acts to hear; So prompt and so quick, You are truly a “brick,” Knowing not the meaning of fear. As a lawyer bold We know you of old, In many a “hard knotty case ;” But now on the field, Convinced you'll not yield; You are just the man for the place. Be true to your trust, And bring to the dust The rebels, where'er they are found; Inform them, dear Ben, They've mistaken the men, If they think the North is not sound. We know you are right, Wherever you fight, In upholding the Stripes and Stars; We know they are wrong, Where'er they belong, Who follow the Stripes and Bars. See to it, our flag Displaces that rag, Symbolic of despot and slave; From Georgia to Maine It must wave again, “O'er the land of the free and the brave.” We will anxiously wait To hear of your fate, Entreating God's blessing on you; For one thing we know, “Come weal or come woe,” To the Unio