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Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 2., Chapter 14: movements of the Army of the Potomac.--the Monitor and Merrimack. (search)
ighting crowds of soldiers who listened to their voices, when their career of usefulness was suddenly arrested by the following order: By direction of General McClellan, the permit given to the Hutchinson family to sing in the camp, and their pass to cross the Potomac, are revoked, and they will not be allowed to sing to the troops. Why not? The answer was in the fact, that they had sung Whittier's stirring song, lately written, to the tune of Luther's Hymn, Ein feste burg ist unser Gott, in which, among eight similar verses, was the following:--What gives the wheat-field blades of steel? What points the rebel cannon? What sets the roaring rabble's heel On th‘ old star-spangled pennon? What breaks the oath Of th‘ men oa th‘ South? What whets the knife For the Union's life? Hark to the answer: slavery! The people were exceedingly impatient, and were more disposed to censure the Secretary of War than the General-in-Chief, for they had faith in the latter. They were gratified w<
Rebellion Record: Introduction., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), Contents of Thie first volume. (search)
irginia's Message to the Southern States,66 90.Songs of the Rebels: The Stars and Bars, A. J. Requier,66 91.King Cotton, R. H. Stoddard,72 92.The Heavenly Omen, E. T. P. Beach,72 93.Song of the Irish Legion, Jas. De Mille,73 94.God and the Right, D. J. Dickson,73 95.Dixie, T. M. Coolie,73 96.Stand by the Flag,74 97.Zouaves' Battle Song, J. H. Wainwright,74 98.Prophecy of the Dead, A. T. Jones,74 99.Our Flag, W., 75 100.The Republic, W. Oland Bourne,75 101. Ein Feste Burg ist unser Gott, J. G. Whittier,85 101.Sumter, Ike, 85 102.God Protect Us! G. G. W. Morgan,85 103.The Yard-Arm Tree, Vanity Fair, 86 104.The Union, Right or Wrong, G. P. Morris,86 105.War-Song of the Free,86 106.Army Hymn, O. Wendell Holmes,87 107.Little Rhody, 87 108.The Will for the Deed, Caroline A. Mason,87 109.Rule Slaveownia, London Punch,88 110.To Arms! H. A. Moore,88 111.Babes in the Wood, C. C., 88 112.To Ellsworth, J. W. F., Washington,89 113. Sons of Northern Sires, G. S. H., Boston
101. Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott. by John G. Whittier. (Luther's Hymn.) We wait beneath the furnace blast The pangs of transformation; Not painlessly doth God recast And mould anew the nation. Hot burns the fire Where wrongs expire; Nor spares the hand That from the land Uproots the ancient evil. The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared, Its bloody rain is dropping; The poison plant the fathers spared, All else is overtopping. East, West, South, North, It curses the earth: All justice dies, And fraud and lies Live only in its shadow. What gives the wheat field blades of steel? What points the rebel cannon? What sets the roaring rabble's heel On the old star-spangled pennon? What breaks the oath Of the men oa the South? What whets the knife For the Union's life?-- Hark to the answer :--Slavery! Then waste no blows on lesser foes, In strife unworthy freemen. God lifts to-day the veil, and shows The features of the demon! O North and South, Its victims both, Can ye not cry,
o., Col., Garibaldi Guard, D. 84; Doc. 307 E Eagle Henry, commander of U. S. steamer Star, Doc. 261 East Baltimore, Md., Union meeting in, D. 50, 69; patriotic resolutions of, Doc. 243 East Fairhaven, Mass., secession flag at, P. 40 Easton, Md., expedition to, D. 96 Eaton, Rev. Dr., D. 57 Edinburgh Review, quoted, Int. 5 Edwards, J. W., D. 39; Doc. 135 Edwards' Ferry, skirmish at, D. 105 Ehrman, W. G. H., P. 60 Ein Feste Burg ist Unser Gott, Luther's Hymn, P. 85 Einstrin, Max, Col., Twenty-Second Penn. Regt., Doc. 412 Electoral Vote, 1861, counting the, at Washington, Doc. 31 Elizabethtown, N. J., flag raising at, D. 84 Ellicott's Mills, Ky., secessionists dispersed at, D. 95 Elliott's debates, Int. 13 Elliott, S. M., Lieut-Col., of the N. Y. 79th Regt., D. 90; Doc. 329 Ellis, John W., Governor of North Carolina, seizes the forts, D. 9; correspondence with Secretary Holt, D. 12; Dec. 18; hi
sed. The Horatian ode, Integer vitoe scelerisque purus, was then sung by fifty male voices, accompanied by trombones; and, at the close, the clergyman pronounced the solemn words, I heard a voice saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they rest from their labors; and their works do follow them. As the body, in the last beam of fading day, was lowered into the grave, the grand old song of Luther, Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott, arose; and a cross and wreath of rarest flowers, prepared by the request of Mrs. Julia Hastings, sister of the deceased in California, was dropped by Miss Maud Howe upon the casket, amidst the statuesque silence of the surrounding multitude, broken only by the reverberation of the tolling of the distant bells. God rest his gallant spirit! give him peace, And crown his brows with amaranth, and set The saintly palm-branch in his strong right hand. Amid the conquering armies of the skies Gi
s knapsack by contrivances of his own invention. He made a comical appearance, waddling along on his crooked legs, under his big load. Just as the regiment started across the creek at Mine Run, he made a jump and just reached the opposite bank when his overloaded knapsack overbalanced him and he went backwards into the cold water. He kicked and clawed around, but his load held him down; he was like a turtle on his back; he could not turn over or get up, and squealed out: Help! Help! Mein Gott! Two of the boys got hold of his arms and yanked him out and he soon looked like Santa Claus, with his knapsack encrusted with ice. The enemy followed the column closely, gobbling up many stragglers. The rear guard had barely time to cross before the bridge was taken up. December 3, 1863. I am about used up today. My shoulders and legs are lame and my feet very sore. Never since I enlisted have I been so discouraged as I am today. Here we are marching from one end of Virginia
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley, Chapter 23: three months in Congress. (search)
m Indiana [Mr. Embree], make a brief reply to the allusions which had been made to him and his course upon this subject. He asked only for five minutes But Mr. Haralson adhered to his motion, which was agreed to. So the Committee rose and reported, No conclusion. Jan. 10th. The slave-trade in the District of Columbia was the subject of discussion, and the part which Mr. Greeley took in it, he thus described: Slave-trade in the district: Mr. Greeley's remarks in defence of Mr. Gott's resolution, (suppressed.) [Throughout the whole discussion of Wednesday, Mr. Greeley struggled at every opportunity for the floor, and at first was awarded it, but the speaker, on reflection, decided that it belonged to Mr. Wentworth of Ill., who had made a previous motion. Had Mr. (G. obtained the floor at any time, it was his intention to have spoken substantially as follows—the first paragraph being suggested by Mr. Sawyer's speech, and of course only meditated after that speech w
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 15: mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord 1908-1910; aet. 89-91 (search)
the season just at end, which has been busy and yet restful. I have seen old friends and new ones, all with pleasure, and mostly with profit of a social and spiritual kind. I have seen dear little Eleanor Hall, the sweetest of babies. Have had all of my dear children with me, some of my grandchildren, and four of my greatgrands. Our Papeterie has had pleasant meetings.... I am full of hope for the winter. Have had a long season of fresh air, delightful and very invigorating.... Utinam! Gott in Himmel sei Dank! November 28. Boston. Have been much troubled of late by uncertainties about life beyond the present. Quite suddenly, very recently, it occurred to me to consider that Christ understood that spiritual life would not end with death, and that His expressed certainty as to the future life was founded upon His discernment of spiritual things. So, in so far as I am a Christian, I must believe in the immortality of the soul, as our Master surely did. I cannot understand wh
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 14: (search)
tifully that the students applauded, and this vexed him, because they did not equally applaud the lecture. In telling this, Mr. Ticknor would add, as another instance of students' whims, that, when Germany was impoverished by the wars with Napoleon, if a professor at Jena appeared in his lecture-room with a new waistcoat, the students applauded him; and the old professor at Gottingen, who spoke of this, on being asked by Mr. Ticknor what occurred if a new coat made its appearance, exclaimed, Gott bewahre! such a thing never happened! Thomson, an elegant gentleman and scholar; and Morehead, at whose house I twice saw Dr. Alison, a dignified, mild, and gentlemanly man. Dugald Stewart was in Devonshire for his health, both mental and bodily; and, after him, I have but one person to mention, and him I must mention separately. I mean Walter Scott. He is, indeed, the lord of the ascendant now in Edinburgh, and well deserves to be, for I look upon him to be quite as remarkable in interc
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 22: (search)
le. It stands in a retired and quiet valley, and has undergone considerable repairs; but the Saxon arch of its principal entrance is still surmounted by a sundial, on which there is a plain Saxon inscription, signifying that it was placed there by Orm the son of Gamal, in the days of Edward the King and of Tosti the Earl, which brings its date to 1055-65, when Tosti was Earl of Northumberland, and Edward, the Confessor, King. Three days later they passed through Leeds, where the Messrs. Gott—two of whom Mr. Ticknor had met at York—showed him the wonderful machinery of their great woollen manufactory, with a freedom and openness very unusual; and after resting from this labor, he says, I went to dine at Mr. Edward Smyth's, the head of the branch of the Bank of England for Leeds, and brother of Professor Smyth, who is now staying at his house. It was a pleasant, quiet dinner; the professor himself being, as he always is, agreeable, with the utmost simplicity of heart. I saw him
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