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er with a price; Ours her fields of sugar-cane; ours her swamps of rice! Shall rebels win her from us, friends, by any base device? O Northmen! answer, Nay! A cry goes up to heaven above from Eastern Tennessee, And Knoxville prays our conquering arms to set her people free; Shall we give up her patriot sons to Southern tyranny? O Northmen! answer, Nay! The noble West-Virginians foreswore the Richmond yoke, And braved the Old Dominion's power with sturdy hearts of oak; Shall Letcher and Jeff Davis, friends, their patriot ardor choke? O Northmen! answer, Nay! Remember Sumter's fearful siege, and noble Anderson! We kept our hands from brothers' blood — they fired the fatal gun: Shall we give up Virginia, the land of Washington? O Northmen I answer, Nay! Chorus. To arms! ye heroes of the nation! To arms I! and stay the conflagration! Come from high or lowly station! To arms! we'll conquer yet! Spiritualism at the white house. Washington, April 28, 1863. A few evenings si
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), What was found in a prayer-book. (search)
What was found in a prayer-book. The following was found written on the fly-sheet of a prayerbook in one of the churches in Louisville: Hurrah for John Morgan! The Marion of the South, following his footsteps as much so as the Apostles followed the footsteps of Christ. There shall be a Southern Confederacy, so saith the Apostle Paul. See third verse, chapter fourth, Acts of the Apostles. Hurrah for Jeff Davis! and the Southern Confederacy!----the Lincoln hordes and Hessians; polluting the homes and lands of Southern men! Hurrah for Stonewall Jackson, the Deliverer of the Southern Soil, to our Southern Brethren. “P. P. Fields.
tories of great guns, and gunboats — that all Its warlike establishments surely must fall To the wrath of this army of Lee. And others are certain that Lee, And the savage battalions of Lee, Are moving for Baltimore, there, in the name Of pious Jeff Davis, to kindle the flame Of a roaring rebellion — that this is the game, The grand calculation and object and aim, Of these terrible Tartars of Lee. Some think that these movements of Lee, And these raids from the army of Lee, Are only deceptions, d and desirable prize Which will gain the alliance of England and France, And bring in John Bull to assist in the dance, Hand in hand with the army of Lee. 'Tis the last chance remaining to Lee, And the last to this army of Lee, And the last to Jeff Davis; for, sure as they fail In this desperate game, nothing else will avail To keep their frail craft and its masters adrift, Or to rescue from ruin, disastrous and swift, This grand rebel army of Lee. All these Border State movements of Lee Are bu
King Cotton. When, tempted by Satan, Jeff Davis would try To imitate Louis Napoleon, When oaths and allegiance like chaff he made fly, And trampled whatever was holy on; To give him a character in the world's eyes, And bolster his plans misbegotten, He called on the strongest of all his allies, (A better than Memminger, Stephens, or Wise,) His pal and his comrade King Cotton, King Cotton, His pal and his comrade King Cotton. “Hurra, mighty Cotton! our scheme is a-foot, So get up your prettiest figure; For travelling dress take your best royal suit, (Dyed gules with the blood of a nigger;) Go round to the nations and ask for their aid, And teach them much more than they wot on; Go, make all your brothers, the monarchs, afraid Their kingdoms must perish if ‘reft of our trade.” “By Plutus, I will,” says King Cotton, King Cotton, “By Plutus, I will,” says King Cotton. Then off goes King Cotton to find Johnny Bull, And deep in his counting-house found him; (Of idols and opium t
s my disgust, that if I once thought my children would ever countenance — not a Yankee, but a Northerner, (for they are the same,) I could and would plunge a dagger into their hearts, and laugh to see their life's blood oozing. They must notice them only to murder and poison. It appears that every thing in Secessia does not suit the writer's ideas of propriety, and that the rights of private property, in other words, of private niggers, are not invariably respected in the dominions of Jeff Davis, as bear witness the following: The overseers and managers treat the property of private patriotic men at Vicksburgh more like the Yanks than I thought a Southern man could do. They are not only cruel but worse. They neglect them in sickness, whereas an hour's attention would save hundreds; but we must stand it, even if we lose all we have. Say not a word — the laws of State so order. I see not why Mississippi cannot remunerate our losses as easily as other States, but we run some
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), A conscript's epistle to Jeff Davis. (search)
A conscript's epistle to Jeff Davis. The following quaint epistle was furnished for publication by a member of the Mounted Rifles, who picked it up in a deserted rebel camp on the Chowan River, about thirty miles from Winton, while out on a scouting expedition. The letter was addressed in this wise: Read, if you want to, you thieving scalp-hunter, whoever you are, and forward, post-paid, to the lord high chancellor of the devill's exchequer (?) on earth, Jeff Davis, Richmond, Va. headquarters Scalp Hunters, camp Chowan, N. C., January 11. Excellency Davis: It is with feelings of undeveloped pleasure that an affectionate conscript intrusts this sheet of confiscated paper to the tender mercies of a confederate States mail-carrier, addressed, as it shall be to yourself, O Jeff, Red Jacket of the Gulf and Chief of the Six Nations--more or less. He writes on the stump of a shivered monarch of the forest, with the pine trees wailing round him, and Endymion's planet rising
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Organized resistance to the Confederacy in Louisiana. (search)
a. Many persons are disposed to doubt the correctness of the published statements of the condition of affairs at the South--such as the marked change of sentiment in North-Carolina, the wholesale desertions from the rebel armies, the banding together of conscripts to resist any attempt to force them into the confederate ranks, etc., etc. We now have positive proof of the fact however, that as long ago as last February, conscripts in Louisiana formed together and defied the Government of Jeff Davis. The following is a copy of a letter found in Port Hudson, after the surrender of that place: Port Hudson, February 9, 1863. Lieutenant-Colonel James H. Wing field: Colonel: In obedience to Special Order No. 27, I proceeded to the Parish of Washington, and immediately commenced notifying all men belonging to my command to come to camp, when they promised to do so, and I find nine of them here on my return. Others I saw belonging to my command, and some of company C, who positively