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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore), 1862, March (search)
March 6. A squad of Van Allen's cavalry today captured a rebel picket, five in number, near Bunker. Hill, Va. They belonged to the Second Virginia infantry. They were carried before the Division Provost-Marshal, Lieut.-Col. Andrews, of the Massachusetts Second, for examination. The confederate Congress passed the following substitute for the original bill offered by Mr. Foote, of Tennessee, to authorize the destruction of cotton, tobacco, and other property in military emergencies: Be it enacted by the Congress of the Confederate States of America, That it shall be the duty of all military commanders in the service of the confederate States to destroy all cotton, tobacco, or other property that may be useful to the enemy, if the same cannot be safely removed, whenever, in their judgment, the said cotton, tobacco, and other property is about to fall into the hands of the enemy. The following clause was struck out of the original bill on a motion to amend: The own
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The nation. (search)
louds o'er its blazonry passed, Our eagle thence wafted it onward, Till proudly 'twas planted at last. And now, as we gaze on its splendors, In the heart what starred memories rise I Of worthies with feet in our pathways, But glorified brows in the skies. High lifted — the foremost among them-- Our Nation's great Father is seen, With figure in mould so majestic, And face so benign and serene. And Jefferson, Adams, and Franklin There shine in the stately array; And there the wreathed forehead of Jackson, And there the grand presence of Clay. And battle-fields, trophied in honor, On the breast of the banner are rife-- The evergreen summit of Bunker, And Trenton's wild winter-tossed strife. And proudly our own Saratoga, Where the first of our triumphs was won And Yorktown — that height of our glory, Where burst our victorious sun. Then, hail to our sky-blazoned banner! It has brightened the shore and the sea; And soon may it wave o'er one nation, The starred and striped flag of the fr
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 13 (search)
r wherever they have waved, and commanded the respect and wonder of the world. And yet, in a State that owes so much to it — whose sons have so nobly and so often fought under it — it has been torn down, and vainly sought to be disgraced and conquered. Vain thought! Hear how a native poet speaks of it: Dread of the proud and beacon to the free, A hope for other lands — shield of our own, What hand profane has madly dared advance, To your once sacred place, a banner strange, Unknown at Bunker, Monmouth, Cowpens, York, That Moultrie never reared, or Marion Saw? If the cannon maintains the honor of our standard, and blood is shed in its defence, it will be because the United States cannot permit its surrender without indelible disgrace and foul abandonment of duty. I have now done, and in conclusion I ask you to do what I am sure you will cheerfully and devoutly do — fervently unite with me in invoking Heaven, in its mercy to us and our race, to interpose and keep us one peop
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 187 (search)
r wives will look askance with scorn; Your boys, and infants yet unborn, Will curse you to God's holy face! Heaven holds no pardon in its grace For cowards. Oh! are such as ye The guardians of our liberty? Back, if one trace of manhood still May nerve your arm and brace your will! You stain your country in the eyes Of Europe, and her monarchies! The despots laugh, the peoples groan; Man's cause is lost and overthrown! I curse you, by the sacred blood That freely poured its purple flood Down Bunker's heights, on Monmouth's plain, From Georgia to the rocks of Maine! I curse you, by the patriot band Whose bones are crumbling in the land! By those who saved what these had won!-- In the high name of Washington!” Then I remember little more. As the tide's rising waves, that pour Over some low and rounded rock, The coming mass, with one great shock, Flowed o'er the shelter of my mound, And raised me helpless from the ground. As the huge shouldering billows bear, Half in the sea and half in a
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 223 (search)
he South uses it, as synonymous with “Free-State men.” yeomen Of the days of Seventy-six! For when the news was spread abroad, The struggle had begun, Far over all our Northern hills They started up as one; And from many a farm and workshop, Ere the setting of the sun, They watered with their sacred blood The field of Lexington. The true old Yankee yeomen Of the days of Seventy-six! They were the first to bend the knee When the standard waved abroad; They were the first to face the foe On Bunker's bloody sod; And ever in the van of fight, The foremost still they trod, Until, on many a well-fought field, They gave their souls to God. Like true old Christian yeomen, The men of Seventy-six! And now their sons all rise again, With hearts as brave and true-- The good old times are gone, and yet, Thank God! we have these new; The tree our sires had planted Seemed withering where it grew, But now 'tis bursting into bloom 'Neath heaven's own light and dew. The glorious Tree of Liberty, T
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 538 (search)
was bankrupt — he brought us to that-- He resigned, and ran off from the hempen cravat! We had a few arsenals, so they employed A traitor to empty them--Brigadier Floyd; He sent our arms South, for this and for that, And stripped us of all — but the hempen cravat! Our gold in their pockets, our guns in their hands, Of course we must listen to all their demands: They will break up the Union--what say ye to that? My answer, brave boys, is, the hempen cravat! By the blood of our sires, that on Bunker's old hill Was poured out like water, (it flows in us still!) We will crush them or perish, (no danger of that!) With sword, and with shot, and the hempen cravat! Should we happen to meet with these bold pirateers, They'll find a queer slip-knot tied under their ears, And swift at the yard-arm — a gallus place, that!-- They'll dance a gay jig in the hempen cravat! Then work all your rope-walks, and working them, sing, “Oh, the hempen cravat is a wonderful thing!” Who can mention a bette
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 83 (search)
28. Socks and Verse. The following verses were found in a pair of socks sent to the Army of the Potomac: These socks were knit by ancient dame, Past three-score years and ten; Her heart doth glow with loyal flame, Her fingers nimble, too, as when She knit for one, her honored sire, Who fought and bled at Bunker's fire. She sends this pair (an offering small) To some good soldier brave, Who left his home at country's call, That country for to save; Whoe'er he is these socks shall wear, God bless and keep him, is her prayer. --Boston Transcript. Matron.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 355 (search)
115. the Stars and Stripes by G. Forrester Barstow. Fling out the banner of the free! The Stars and Stripes to heaven unfold! Throughout the land from sea to sea, The emblem of our cause uphold! With fearless heart, with ready hand, Through storm and sunshine, weal and wo, For faith, for freedom firmly stand, Till treason in the dust lies low. From Bunker's height, from Plymouth's shore, From Concord's meadows, voices come, That call us to be men once more, That rouse us more than trump or drum. Bear up the flag your fathers bore Through Southern flowers and Northern snow, Till traitors vex the land no more, Till treason in the dust lies low. Say! shall that flag, which long has waved Triumphant over land and sea, Which storm and battle proudly braved, Be torn to shreds by treachery? No! lift your banner toward the sky, More proudly now that tempests blow! Like your brave fathers do or die, Till treason in the dust lies low. Putnam.
HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks), Chapter 4: (search)
keep the country in the orbit of safety. The war carried on against Mexico, during Mr. Polk's administration, received the approbation and support of a majority of the inhabitants of Medford. That war gave a President to the United States, in a laurelled hero, who changed that majority in this town. Medford furnished a small number of soldiers for that war. No one of them was killed; yet only one returned to reside here. Nov. 1, 1830: Voted that the town approve of the Address of the Bunker-hill Monument Association, which has now been read, and request their Representative to promote such appropriation. 1831: Medford instructs its Representatives in the General Court to oppose all measures which tend to make the number of Representatives in Massachusetts more than two hundred. A convention was called for revising the Constitution of Massachusetts; and, Oct. 10, 1820, Nathaniel Hall and Abner Bartlett were chosen delegates. On the 9th April, 1821, the town voted to accep
HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks), Index. (search)
Blaney, 44. Boylston, 506. Bradbury, 36. Bradshaw family, 504. Bradshaw, 36, 65, 103, 329, 335, 431, 478, 526. Bradstreet, 28, 37, 97, 103, 482, 504, 544, 558. Brickmaking, 355. Bridges, 59, 72. Brook, Whitmore's, Marble, &c., 9. Brooks family, 506. Brooks, 19, 29, 34, 36, 43, 49, 51, 53, 55, 65, 72, 106, 109, 112, 114, 126, 127, 161, 164, 185, 197, 225, 255, 265, 285, 307, 315, 411, 545, 563, 569, 570. Brown, 509. Brude, 87. Buel, 51. Bugbe, 36. Bunker, 43. Burden, 36. Burgess, 441. Burying-grounds, 425. Call, 36. Chadwick, 509. Chairmen, Board of Selectmen, 126. Child, 315. Chubb, 509. Clark, 509. Cleaveland, 509. Clough, 509. Collins, 34, 36, 41, 42, 43, 93. Colman, 208, 221, 232, 304. Communion-plate, 265. Converse, 3, 36. Cooke, 36. Crackers, Medford, 388. Cradock family, 509, 510. Cradock, 2, 3, 14, 33, 39, 40, 41, 42, 44, 46, 47, 59, 83, 87, 88, 92, 410, 431, 480. Crimes and Pun
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