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Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, Prologue (search)
ed from his prehuman state until the rise of the modern industrial system made wage slavery a more efficient agent of production than chattel slavery. It is as unfair to lay all the onus of that institution on the Southern States of America as it would be to charge the Roman Catholic Church with the odium of all the religious persecutions of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The spirit of intolerance was in the air; everybody persecuted that got the chance, even the saints of Plymouth Rock, and the Catholics did the lion's share only because there were more of them to do it, and they had more power than our Protestant forefathers. In like manner, the spirit of chattel slavery was in the race, possibly from its prehuman stage, and through all the hundreds of thousands of years that it has been painfully traveling from that humble beginning toward the still far-off goal of the superhuman, not one branch of it has ever awakened to a sense of the moral obliquity of the pra
Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 1: the forehead of the storm. (search)
ir door many of the peccadilloes that have crept into our city life; but the diplomats are, with rare exceptions, men of birth, education and of proved ability in their own homes. Their ethics may be less strict than those which obtain about Plymouth Rock, but experience with them will prove that, however loose their own code, they carefully conform to the custom of others; that if they have any scars across their morals, they have also the tact and good taste to keep them decorously draped f Massachusetts, manipulated even that slight chance of compromise. The weaker elements in convention were no match for the peaceful Puritan whom war might profit, but could not injure. Peace was pelted from under her olive with splinters of Plymouth Rock, and Massachusetts members poured upon the troubled waters oil-of vitriol! When the Peace commissioners from the southern Congress at Montgomery came to Washington, all felt their presence only a mockery. It was too late! they came only
Fitzhugh Lee, General Lee, Chapter 4: War. (search)
as in favor of the motion to lay so heavy a duty on the importation of slaves as effectually to put an end to the iniquitous and disgraceful traffic in the colony of Virginia. Lee had read, too, Jefferson's indictment/of Great Britain for allowing the slave trade when he penned the Declaration of Independence. He knew that slavery existed in the Northern States so long as it was profitable, and was abolished when it was not, and that the Mayflower which landed the Pilgrim Fathers on Plymouth Rock sailed on its very next voyage with a cargo of slaves. He had found the negroes shucking corn and hoeing potatoes. They had always been kindly treated by him; and no more happy, contented, well-clothed and well-fed negroes ever existed than those at Arlington. He would not have fought to preserve slavery; he disapproved of it and had years before freed his own, and Mr. Custis had freed by will all of his. He regretted war, but did not regret as one of its results the probable freedom
Fitzhugh Lee, General Lee, Index. (search)
N., 260, 276, 302, 293, 414. Perote, castle of, 40. Perry, Colonel Herman H., 390. Perry, Commodore Matthew C., 18. Petersburg battery, 358. Petersburg nearly lost, 348; mine exploded, 357; evacuated, 379. Pettigrew, General, 270; killed, 307. Pickett, General, 225; mentioned, 288; charge at Gettysburg, 294; defeated, 296; mentioned, 376, 421, 422. Pierce, Franklin, 96. Pillow, General Gideon J., 38, 47. Pipe Creek, Pa., 273. Pleasonton, General, 210, 254, 263. Plymouth Rock, 83. Polk, James K., 32. Pope, General John, 173, 177, 180, 184, 186, 191, 193. Pope's Creek Church, 6, 48. Porter, General, Fitz John, 103, 140, Porter, Major, Giles, 61. Porteus, Bishop, 7. Pottawattamies, massacre of, 75. Powers Hill, Gettysburg, 290. Prince Edward Court House, 387. 145, 161, 182, 186, 189, 193, 197. Prince Rupert, 152. Quantico Creek, 133. Quatre Bras, battle of, 424. Raleigh, Sir, Walter, 242. Ramseur, General, mortally wounded, 353. Randol
Abraham Lincoln, Stephen A. Douglas, Debates of Lincoln and Douglas: Carefully Prepared by the Reporters of Each Party at the times of their Delivery., chapter 4 (search)
country, in what friend Lincoln considers an unjust and unholy war, and hear what they will tell you in regard to the amalgamation of races in that country. Amalgamation there, first political, then social, has led to demoralization and degradation, until it has reduced that people below the point of capacity for self-government. Our fathers knew what the effect of it would be, and from the time they planted foot on the American continent, not only those who landed at Jamestown, but at Plymouth Rock and all other points on the coast, they pursued the policy of confining civil and political rights to the white race, and excluding the negro in all cases. Still Mr. Lincoln conscientiously believes that it is his duty to advocate negro citizenship. He wants to give the negro the privilege of citizenship. He quotes Scripture again, and says: As your Father in Heaven is perfect, be ye also perfect. And he applies that Scriptural quotation to all classes ; not that he expects us all t
General James Longstreet, From Manassas to Appomattox, Chapter 44: post-bellum Pendant. (search)
efore the war, came down from New York to meet me. Not finding me, he wrote to tell me of his trip, that he was anxious about me, lest I might be in need of assistance; that in that event I should draw on him for such amount of money as I wanted. When ready to return his favor he was not in the country, and it was only through a mutual friend, General Alvord, that his address in Europe was found and the amount returned. A more noble, lovable character never descended from the people of Plymouth Rock. About the 1st of November, 1865, business of personal nature called me to Washington. I stopped at the Metropolitan Hotel. Upon seeing the arrival in the morning papers, General W. A. Nichols, of the United States army, called and insisted that my visit should be with him and his family. The request was declined with the suggestion that the war-feeling was too warm for an officer of the army to entertain a prominent Confederate, but he insisted and urged that his good wife would
Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume I., chapter 20 (search)
and circumstances, left no room to doubt the substantial truth of the original report. An attempt had actually been made to excite a slave insurrection in Northern Virginia, and the one man in America to whom such an enterprise would not seem utter insanity and suicide, was at the head of it. John Brown was sixth in descent from Peter Brown, a carpenter by trade, and a Puritan by intense conviction, who was one of the glorious company who came over in the May-flower, and landed at Plymouth Rock, on that memorable 22d of December, 1620. The fourth in descent from Peter the pilgrim, was John Brown, born in 1728, who was captain of the West Simsbury (Connecticut) train-band, and in that capacity joined the Continental Army at New York in the Spring of 1776, and, after two months service, fell a victim to camp-fever, dying in a barn a few miles north of the city. His grandson, John Brown, of Osawatomie, son of Owen and Ruth Brown, was born in Torrington, Conn., May 9, 1800. On h
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 279 (search)
th with blood, Famished in his self-made desert, blinded by our purer day, Gropes in yet unblasted regions for his miserable prey; Shall we guide his gory fingers where our helpless children play? 'Tis as easy to be heroes, as to sit the idle slaves Of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers' graves; Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime. Was the Mayflower launched by cowards?-steered by men behind their time? Turn those tracks toward Past, or Future, that make Plymouth Rock sublime? They were men of present valor — stalwart old iconoclasts ; Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that has made us free, Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender spirits flee The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them across the sea. New occasions teach new duties! Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth; Lo, before us gleam her
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 345 (search)
am, with a Christly sign, Of the victor's living palm; Of the odorous golden joy that dares Join seraphs in their psalm! You never read, in a rich man's cave The Life of a world lay, slain! And the mourning women went to watch, But found — where he had lain. Come, guess-Who roll'd from his cave the rock? Who broke great Pilate's seal?-- While the soldiers sleep, and the women weep, Base hands the Body steal. Vain guess for knowledge! Children dear, Not Death lay in that cave, But Living Love! While the world above Went wailing, “Died to save!” Well — judge if Freedom's sacred sign Can moulder under ground, With the march of a million men o'erhead, Their banners eagle-crowned? From Plymouth Rock to the Golden Gate, A shout goes right and left; The aliens' dreamful watch is done-- The sepulchre is cleft. Weak hands! Heap clay on the Stars of God! They never shone before! They rend the shroud, and they pierce the cloud; All hail, then, Thirty-Four! --The Independent, J
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 564 (search)
hushed the patriots' song; And stole from men the sacred sense that parteth right and wrong. Then a red flash — the lightning across the darkness broke, And with a voice that shook the land, the guns of Sumter spoke: Wake! sons of heroes, wake! the age of heroes dawns again; Truth takes in hand her ancient sword, and calls her loyal men. Lo! brightly o'er the breaking day shines Freedom's holy star, Peace cannot cure the sickly time. All hail, the healer, War.! That call was heard by Plymouth rock; 'twas heard in Boston bay; Then up the piny streams of Maine sped on its ring: ing way; New Hampshire's rocks, Vermont's green hills, it kindled into flame; Rhode Island felt her mighty soul bursting her little frame: The Empire City started up, her golden fetters rent, And, meteor-like, across the North, the fiery message sent; Over the breezy prairie lands, by bluff and lake it ran, Till Kansas bent his arm, and laughed to find himself a man; Then on, by cabin and by camp, by stony wa
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