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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 1, Colonial and Revolutionary Literature: Early National Literature: Part I (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 20 0 Browse Search
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight) 12 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 7 1 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 6 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 3. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 4 0 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 4 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 18. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 4 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 4 0 Browse Search
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risen from the deep, by numerous successive elevations of the most gradual character. On the hill-sides the well-defined water-levels, beaches of a vanished ocean, resembled walled terraces, and were surmounted by summits which looked like the remains of embrasured strongholds; so that everywhere was presented the illusion of ancient fortifications on the most gigantic scale. These high plains are the border-land of the desert. At Fort Chadbourne, we were told, by Captain Calhoun and Dr. Swift, that on the 9th of June, 1854, a terrible hailstorm had swept over them, which had drifted six or eight feet deep in the bed of the creek; twenty wagon-loads of hailstones were gathered, and a hundred more might have been, had it pleased them. Hailstorms followed for two weeks. In October, a flight of grasshoppers from the northeast was three days in passing over the place; and such was the multitude, and so constant the flitting of wings, that it resembled a snow-storm. On this jour
rawled these four lines of schoolboy doggerel: Abraham Lincoln, His hand and pen, He will be good, But God knows when. On another page were found, in his own hand, a few lines which it is also said he composed. Nothing indicates that they were borrowed, and I have always, therefore, believed that they were original with him. Although a little irregular in metre, the sentiment would, I think, do credit to an older head. Time, what an empty vapor 'tis, And days how swift they are: Swift as an Indian arrow-- Fly on like a shooting star. The present moment just is here, Then slides away in haste, That we can never say they're ours, But only say they're past. His penmanship, after some practice, became so regular in form that it excited the admiration of other and younger boys. One of the latter Joseph C. Richardson, said that Abe Lincoln was the best penman in the neighborhood. At Richardson's request he made some copies for practice. During my visit to Indiana I met
t, the battle was not there. Posting Colonel Daniel McCook's brigade to take care of any thing in the vicinity and beyond the left of our line, he moved the remainder to the scene of action, reporting to General Thomas, who directed him to our suffering right. Arrived in sight, General Granger discovered at once the peril, and the point of danger — the gap — and quick as thought he directed his advance brigade upon the enemy. General Steadman, taking a regimental color, led the column. Swift was the charge and terrible the conflict, but the enemy was broken. A thousand of our brave men, killed and wounded, paid for its possession, but we held the gap. Two divisions of Longstreet's corps confronted the position. Determined to take it, they successively came to the assault. A battery of six guns, placed in the gorge, poured death and slaughter into them. They charged to within a few yards of the pieces, but our grape and canister and the leaden hail of our musketry, deliver
ere his river flows, Out of its urn of snows To the perennial rose! Never to know again On its free wave a chain; But, while the waters wind, Know them a bond to bind Firm the great Union: shout All the broad Nation then! Let the joy ring about, So to be known of men Wherever men shall see Glory in Liberty. Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Vicksburgh is ours, Hurrah! Arch the green bowers, Hurrah! Arch o'er the hero, who Nearer and nearer drew, Letting wise patience sway, Till, from his brave delay, Swift as the lightning's ray, Bounded he to the fray Full on his fated prey; Thundering upon his path, Swerving not, pausing not, Darting steel, raining shot, In his fierce onset, hot With his red battle-wrath; Flashing on, thundering on; Pausing then once again, Curbing with mighty rein, All his great heart, as vain Writhed the fierce foe, the chain Tighter and tighter wound-Till the reward was found, Till the dread work was done, Till the grand wreath was won. Triumph is ours, Hurrah! Haughty Le
zoned battle-fields, What bolts an uproused nation wields! A living lustre flashes forth-- Fields, bounded not by South or North, But scattered wide, in every part-- Sword joined to sword, and heart to heart; Where Hudson rolls its lordly tide, And where the broad Potomac flows, Where Susquehanna's waters glide, And where St. Mary's silver glows. Then to the struggles of the free Kind heaven vouchsafed the victory. Sheathing the lightnings of her brand, And sharpening ax, and guiding plough, Swift onward went our happy Land, With flowery feet and starry brow. A continent was ours to bless With Liberty's own happiness; A happiness of equal right-- Of government to rest on all-- Of law, whose broad and steadfast light On each obedient heart should fall. In Union's sacred bond they reared A Union temple, and the sun Never a fairer fabric cheered; Our starry flag, with trophies won In many a fight on sea and shore, Waved in its blazoned beauty o'er. From where the half-year sleeps in snow
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 3., Chapter 16: career of the Anglo-Confederate pirates.--closing of the Port of Mobile — political affairs. (search)
ds, while cruising in that region in May, 1868, the Florida captured the brig Clarence, and fitted her up as a pirate ship, with a crew under Lieutenant C. W. Read, formerly of the National Navy. She went up the coast of the United States, capturing valuable prizes, and near Cape Henry she seized the bark Tacony. to this vessel Read transferred his men and armament, and spread destruction and consternation among merchant and fishing vessels, from the coast of Virginia to that of Maine. Swift cruisers were sent after the Tacony. when informed of this, Read transferred his crew and armament to the prize schooner Archer, and destroyed the Tacony. then he went boldly to the entrance of the harbor of Portland, Maine, June 24, 1868. and at midnight sent two armed boats to seize the revenue cutter Cushing, lying there. It was done, when chase after the pirates was successfully made by two merchant steamers, hastily armed and manned for the purpose. The Cushing and Archer, with the p
e of South Carolina. After a long and spirited debate, mainly by Southern senators, Mr. Calhoun's motion to reject was defeated by a vote to receive the petition — Yeas 35, Nays 10, as follows: Yeas: Messrs. Benton, Brown, Buchanan, Clay, Clayton, Crittenden, Davis, Ewing of Illinois, Ewing of Ohio, Goldsborough, Grundy, Hendricks, Hill, Hubbard, Kent, King of Alabama, King of Georgia, Knight, Linn, McKean, Morris, Naudain, Niles, Prentiss, Robbins, Robinson, Ruggles, Shepley, Southard, Swift, Tallmadge, Tipton, Tomlinson, Wall, Webster, Wright. Nays: Messrs. Black, Calhoun, Cuthbert, Leigh, Moore, Nicholas, Porter, Preston, Walker, White. In the House, February 5, 1836. Mr. Henry L. Pinckney, of South Carolina, submitted the following resolve: Resolved, That all the memorials which have been offered, or may hereafter be presented to this House, praying for the abolition of Slavery in the District of Columbia, and also the resolutions offered by an honorable member fr
tions the whole afternoon. Twelve surgeons were prisoners in the church, and these remained there for the relief of the wounded — nearly all of whom were nationals — all night. There were 286 wounded at this place, 70 being exposed in the open air for lack of accommodation, the rest in the blacksmith's shop, carpenter's shop, and church. On Monday morning most of the prisoner surgeons were removed to Manassas, all being required to give their parole; but all declined except Drs. Pugnet, Swift, Winston, Buckstone, and De Grath. These latter returned and resumed their duties in the hospital. During the absence of the surgeons, twelve of the wounded died. Thirty-two had died up to the time of Mr. Doherty's escape. On Friday night, about five minutes before 10 o'clock, by a preconcerted arrangement, Capt. Allen and Messrs. Doherty and Waldorf--who had from the first been allowed a reasonable freedom of movement — approached the guard at the blacksmith's shop. I must not forget<
orthy of the sea, is a fit counterpart to the gorgeous galleys with whose stately procession the Doge yearly wedded Venice to the Adriatic. Against these crumbling hulks the batteries which silenced Sumter point their guns in vain. They have taken counsel of the Romans, who declared that he is the most dangerous enemy who values not his own life, and has insured success by resolving on suicide. Sixteen vessels will be sunk on the bar at the river entrance. Here is the list: AmazonCapt. SwiftNew Bedford. AmericaCapt. ChaseNew Bedford. AmericanCapt. BeardNew Bedford. ArcherCapt. WorthNew Bedford. CourierCapt. BraytonNew Bedford. FortuneCapt. RiceNew London. HeraldCapt. GiffordNew Bedford. KensingtonCapt. TiltonNew Bedford. LeonidasCapt. HowlandNew Bedford. Maria TheresaCapt. BaileyNew Bedford. PotomacCapt. BrownNew Bedford. Rebecca SimmsCapt. WillisNew Bedford. L. C. RichmondCapt. MaloyNew Bedford. Robin HoodCapt. SkinnerNew London. TenedosCapt. SissonNew London.
Knit by a common vow Steadily, slowly moving Southward, Points each weary prow. All, from main-truck down to kelson, Seamed with ghastly scars, Canvas sere, and straining cordage, Rotting planks and spars. Racked by thousand fierce encounters, Worn by tempest-shocks, Crippled by the raging billows, Treacherous shoals and rocks. Many a year, among the icebergs, By the wild Northern light, They have chased the ocean-monsters In their desperate flight. Fierce pursuit and boisterous triumph: Swift each glad return: Echoing shouts would hail the headland Where the watchfires burn. Burthened now with many winters, Shattered wrecks of Time, Mightier service shall they render, Than in proudest prime. Damming up a venomed fountain; Hemming Treason in; Forcing back its loathsome current, Foul and black with sin. Teaching wide the bitter lesson, (Wholesome, though 'tis late)-- Rebel hordes and noxious vermin Find a common fate. O'er them now may roll the billows Once they proudly rode;
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