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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.) 130 0 Browse Search
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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. 126 0 Browse Search
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Great God!” --they choking cry-- “We're strong enough! We're not too old for our country's cause to die!” XV. And in the mighty mustering, No petty hate intrudes, No rival discords mar the strength Of rising multitudes; The jealousies of faith and clime Which fester in success, Give place to sturdy friendships Based on mutual distress; For every thinking citizen who draws the sword, knows well The battle's for Humanity — for Freedom's citadel! XVI. Oh, Heaven! how the trodden hearts In Europe's tyrant world Leapt up with new-born energy When that Flag was unfurled! How those who suffered, fought, and died, In fields, or dungeon-chained, Prayed that the Flag of Washington Might float while earth remained! And weary eyes in foreign skies still flash with fire anew, When some good blast by peak and mast unfolds that Flag to view. XVII. And they who, guided by its stars, Sought here the hopes they gave, Are all aglow with pilgrim fire Their happy shrines to save. Here — Scots and
ate the wrong, And sought a poor, precarious peace, Took up the battle-song. One heart, one hand, the North-men stand, And swear they will be free; They battle for their native land, For life and liberty. Look, England, who art wont to sneer! And Europe, now behold! See here the patriotic zeal That fired the men of old. The blood that coursed the father's veins Is still as warm and pure; Now call our Government a dream, Our freedom insecure! That taunted lack of loyalty! Look, Europe, what a sigEurope, what a sight! When twenty millions rise in strength, To vindicate the right. Was ever such a loyalty Bestowed on any throne? Can such a country ever fall, Where such a love is shown? Ah, no! America shall rise Above the dismal cloud; This is her resurrection morn! She casts aside the shroud! Harp of Columbia! there is still A theme to waken thee; Thou canst again the bosom thrill As when, of old, from hill to hill Thy echoes roused the yeoman's will, And taught him to be free! Hast thou forgot the songs
Southern mail communication with Europe.--We learn from L'Abeille, of New Orleans, that M. Antonia Costa, of that city, has undertaken the establishment of regular monthly mail communication between that city and Europe, for which he has the approbation of the postmaster of New Orleans. The mails go by way of Mexico, and are Europe, for which he has the approbation of the postmaster of New Orleans. The mails go by way of Mexico, and are transported in the regular English steamers, which carry the mails of Mexico and the West Indies. The first post left New Orleans on Thursday week, and contained one thousand three hundred and eighty-three letters; the next leaves on the 10th of November. As soon as the necessary arrangements can be completed, it will leave everweeks--on the 10th and 25th of each month. Letters of half an ounce and under will be charged as follows: To Mexico, fifty cents; to Cuba, seventy-five cents; to Europe, one dollar. Letters for this mail must be enclosed, with the amount of postage, in an envelope, directed Costa's foreign mail, care of Postmaster, New Orleans, a
The lordly beast, whose lifted paw controls The fatal ends of life, and, in his wrath, Sweep from his onward path The awe-struck phalanx of his enemies! I saw thy many squadrons file and form; I saw them driving through a deadly storm Of shot and shell, Where thousands fell; But who survived, ah! they, indeed, Were soldiers true; a race to breed Avenging warriors, ripening for the day When thou shalt cast thy shame away. I saw thy mail-clad fleets, whose ponderous arms Laugh at the toys of Europe, daily grow By stream and silent lake. I saw them glide and take The sheltered waters, as the wild swan glides, With scarce a ripple at their moulded sides, To mar the current in its onward flow. Swiftly they gathered, by the rising walls Of armed ports; Hither and thither at prodigious sports, To try their watery wings, they sped; Then snuffed a welcome from the briny breeze, And, with one will, away they fled To join their dusky sisters of the seas! I saw it all; and bending low, My lips a
at they might not be a mark; And then they did put out to sea, (though here there seems a hitch, For what could they expect to see when the night was black as pitch?) But they somehow ‘scaped the Union ships, and hoped on some fine day To land in Europe and to “blow” about the C. S. A. They safely got to Cuba, and landed in Havana; Described the power and glory of New Orleans and Savannah; Declared that running the blockade was a thing by no means hard, And boasted of the victories won by theirarth would be the use of going back with you? And thoa we're very sorry that your plans are undone, We mean to pass the winter in Paris and in London. ‘Stead of bothering you, and sharing your prison beds and fetters, We'll write each mail from Europe the most delightful letters: Tell you of all we've done and seen, at party, ball, or play, To cheer your hearts, poor martyrs to Cotton and C. S. A.” So the two vessels parted; the San Jacinto went To unload her precious cargo, while the cap
A letter from Richmond, Va., dated Dec. 12, says: The object of the Nashville's visit to Europe appears to puzzle Lincoln and his friends to a considerable degree. Certainly there must be something intended of importance, something to damage them, or the undertaking to run the blockade and proceed across the Atlantic would not have been adventured. The taking out of Confederate naval officers, wherewith to supply commanders for first-class frigates to be purchased in Europe, does not seeEurope, does not seem a perfectly satisfactory explanation. Those who know Captain Pegram would not be surprised to hear of any brilliant achievement being performed by him, of which the Nashville is capable, before he reports himself again to the Navy Department in this city. If the good people of some New England seaport town should wake up one of these fine mornings, and find their homes in flames, they may console themselves with reading of the exploits of one John Paul Jones of the long, long ago. It is n
Very scandalous reports are rife concerning Col. Scott, nephew and secretary of the old General. It is boldly asserted that he is the traitor who has done so much mischief by revealing cabinet secrets and the plans of the Commander-in-Chief to the enemy. The failure of the scheme against the rebel camp at Munson's Hill, which was known only to Gen. Scott, Gen. McClellan, and Col. Scott, is attributed to the latter. It is intimated that the suspicions against Col. Scott were so strong, that his friends advised him to quit the country, and that this had something to do with the sudden resignation of Gen. Scott and his departure with his nephew and others for Europe. It is probable that these rumors and suspicions have been exaggerated.--Buffalo Courier, Dec. 6.