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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 12 (search)
A singular armistice was agreed upon with the guerrillas in Western Virginia on May eighteenth. It was arranged between Colonel Rathbone, of the Eleventh Virginia regiment, and Captains Dounes, Hays and Silcot, of the guerrillas, that hostilities should cease for eight days, and in the mean time the rebels should withdraw from without our lines, and in case the city of Richmond was captured they should surrender themselves as prisoners of war. The last heard of the rebels they were up on the west fork of the Little Kanawha River, going southward.--N. Y. Times, May 29.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 84 (search)
Promotions in the rebel army.--Brigadier-Gen. J. E. B. Stuart, to be major-general of cavalry; Col. Fitz-Hugh Lee, of the First Virginia cavalry, to be brigadier-general of cavalry; Col. Hays, of the Eleventh Louisiana regiment, to be brigadier-general; Brig.-General Wade Hampton has been assigned to the brigade of cavalry.--Richmond Examiner, July 28.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 159 (search)
49. Larry's return from the war. by will S. Hays. The black clouds were angrily chasing each other; The cold winter winds howling carelessly by The cottage where sat Kitty Gray and her mother-- Poor Kitty looked sad, with a tear in her eye. She thought of her lover, with whom she had parted-- Who had gone to the wars — it was Larry O'More. Oh! hark! she heard footsteps, and suddenly started-- Then smiled, as she leaped, like a fawn, to the door. And, lo! there stood Larry, as fresh and as cosy As when he left Kitty's bewitching young charms; Whose eyes were so bright, and whose cheeks were so rosy-- “Arrah! Kitty,” said Larry, “love, come to me arms.” “O Larry! you're safe!” “Yes, thrue for ye, darlina; I've been in the battles, whin the balance wor kilt, An‘ the ribils, like haythens, come fightina an' snarlina-- Arrah! Kitty, no knowina the blood that was spilt.” “Come, Larry, sit down;” “Faith, I will, an' close near you-- For lonesome I've been,