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New-England's dead. Oh! chant a requiem for the brave, the brave who are no more, New-England's dead! in honored rest they sleep on hill and shore, From where the Mississippi now in freedom proudly rolls To waves that sigh on Georgia's isles a death-hymn for their souls. Oh! first of all, the noble blood by traitorous hand was shed; It dyed the streets of Baltimore, New-England's heroes bled: And still the mystic number “three” will live for aye in song While history tells, with glowing pen, of Putnam, Shaw, and Strong. Immortal names. O noble “three!” a nation's heart will throb For ye who fell, in manly prime, for Freedom and for God! And women's eyes grow dim with tears, and manhood bows its head Before thy deeds of valor done, New-England's honored dead. But not alone for those who die a soldier's death of glory: Full many a brave, heroic soul has sighed its mournful story Down in the sultry swamps and plains, where fever's subtle breath Has drained the life-blood from th
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), A friendly interview between pickets. (search)
addling himself across the river. He was de. cidedly the cleanest specimen of a rebel I had seen. In answer to a question, he said he belonged to the Georgia Legion. One of our boys remarked: I met quite a number of your boys at South-Mountain. Yes, I suppose so, if you were there, said the rebel, while his face grew very sad. We left very many of our boys there. My brother, poor Will, was killed there. It was a very hot place for a while, and we had to leave it in a hurry. That's so, Georgia, your fellows fought well there, and had all the advantage, but the old Keystone boys were pressing you hard. By the way, I have a likeness here (taking it out of his pocket) that I picked up on the battle-field the next morning, and I have carried it ever since. He handed it to the rebel, who, on looking at it, pressed it to his lips, exclaiming: My mother! My mother! He exhibited considerable emotion at the recovery of the picture; but on regaining his composure, he said that his bro
there was no labor left to plant a crop for this season. The result is, that there has been more wheat planted in East-Tennessee, and, by the blessing of providence, a greater crop, than ever was known. On every plain, on every hill, the grain stands up healthful and heavy — the big ears are crying for the reapers. Now, all through our land there is going up a wail that there is not labor enough to save this great crop which God has vouchsafed us. General Beauregard has been addressed in Georgia, has been solicited to let the soldiers go home to reap their wheat, that their wives and children may not starve. General Beauregard, as far as we can learn, has not responded to the cries of the soldiers' wives. In East-Tennessee we are more fortunate. We have a large force here in our nitre and mining bureau; good, trusty fellows, who under Captain Finnie's direction, have been digging villainous saltpetre out of the bowels of the earth. In consideration of their delving in caves a
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Perry's rebel brigade at the battle of Gettysburgh. (search)
formation received from several officers of that brigade, and who were in the charge, I am satisfied that the brigade (which is very small) acted well — that it advanced along with Wilcox's and Wright's brigades until it was overwhelmed by vastly superior numbers, and that even then it only fell back in obedience to orders, and when it was apparent that the day was lost. I learn, also, that it was engaged again on the third, when Pickett's charge was made, and that it suffered severely in this latter charge. This correction and explanation is due to those gallant soldiers, and I trust that all the papers that published the original letter, as a matter of simple justice will publish this also. Just after a battle there are so many reports and rumors of particular commands, that it is not at all surprising that grave errors should be made by those who write hurriedly, and not alone from what they see, but from what is talked of in the camps.--Georgia Constitutionalist, August 12.
ts marching through our streets; the few words of command necessary were given by their own officers in that low tone of voice we hear used at funerals. Generals McPherson, Logan, and Forney, attended by their respective staffs, stood on the rebel breastworks overlooking the scene never before wit nessed on this continent. The rebel troops, as to clothing, presented that varied appearance so familiar in the North from seeing prisoners, and were from Texas, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Georgia, and Missouri; the arms were mostly muskets and rifles of superior excellence, and I saw but very few shot-guns; or indiscriminate weapons of any kind; it was plain that Pemberton had a splendidly-appointed army. Their flags were of a kind new to me, all I saw being cut in about the same dimensions as our regimental colors, all of the single color red, with a white cross in the centre. The ceremony of stacking arms occupied little over an hour upon that part of the lines, and when it wa
that these movements of Lee, And these raids from the army of Lee, Are only deceptions, the tricks and the show Of a Northern invasion, to cheat “Fighting Joe,” And then to push on, without pausing to rest, To a junction with Bragg to recover the West, By these bold Carthaginians of Lee. Some think that abandoning Lee, The Cotton State Legions of Lee, Care little for Richmond — that Davis & Co. Have packed up their traps and are ready to go To some safer refuge down South--that, in fine, In Georgia they next will establish their shrine, And leave old Virginia to Lee. But it is our impression that Lee, And this wonderful army of Lee, Are moving with Washington still in their eyes, Looming up as the grand 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 <
olonel Wilder doesn't claim that his brigade defeated Longstreet. His statement refers only to that portion of the corps which entered the field in his front. He thinks that not less than two thousand rebels were killed and wounded in this field. It was probably the most disastrous fire of the two days fight on either side. On Sunday, Colonel Edward A. King, of the Sixtyeighth Indiana, then commanding a brigade, was killed by a rebel sharp-shooter concealed in a tree. The shot struck him, in the forehead, killing him instantly. Colonel Grose, reported killed, was not hurt. In a skirmish of Wilder's brigade with Forrest, a few miles from Dalton. Georgia, three days before the battle, Forrest was so badly wounded that he was unable to take his command during the battle. General Joe Johnston accompanied Forrest's brigade, and narrowly escaped being captured. The same day Lee, Johnston, Bragg, and other rebel generals, were in Dalton in consultation.--Indianapolis Journal.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Chattanooga, Saturday, June 16, 1863. (search)
A portion of our forces have advanced to within five miles of Murfreesboro, and if Rosecrans will come out of his fortifications, an engagement will take place. But if not, it is supposed General Bragg will not attempt to storm the enemy's works without having learned his strength; in the latter case we may attempt to turn the enemy by a flank movement and gain his rear. Last Sabbath, the thirty-first ultimo, General Bragg was confirmed in the Episcopal faith by Rev. Bishop Elliott, of Georgia. General Bragg has thus set an example to his army which will not be without its influences. On visiting General Lee's army of Northern Virginia, I was struck with the high moral char-aeter which prevailed among the officers and soldiers, as well as the deep religious feeling that pervaded, especially in the lamented General Jackson's corps. It will be a source of congratulation should General Bragg succeed in producing the same beneficial result. There is no occasion for men becoming re
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Proposition to hang the Dutch soldiers. (search)
sible interest in this revolution. . . . Why not hang every Dutchman captured? We will hereafter hang, or shoot, or imprison for life all white men taken in command of negroes, and enslave the negroes themselves. This is not too harsh. No human being will assert the contrary. Why, then, should we not hang a Dutchman, who deserves infinitely less of our sympathy than Sambo? The live masses of beer, krout, tobacco, and rotten cheese, which, on two legs and four, on foot and mounted, go prowling through the South, should be used to manure the sandy plains and barren hill-sides of Alabama, Tennessee, and Georgia. . . . Whenever a Dutch regiment adorns the limbs of a Southern forest, daring cavalry raids into the South shall cease. . . . President Davis need not be specially consulted, and if an accident of this sort should occur to a plundering band like that captured by Forrest, we are not inclined to believe that our President would be greatly disgruntled.--Knexville Register.
War song of the Macon light Dragoons. see poetry and incidents, page 7, Vol. III. rebellion record. To horse! To horse! The standard flies! The bugles sound the call! Your glittering sabres quickly seize; The voice of battle's on the breeze; Arouse ye I one and all! From Georgia's fertile plains we come, A band of brothers true; Our casques the leopard's spoil surround, Our neighing chargers paw the ground, We boast the red and blue. And shall we bend the stubborn head, In Freedom's temple born? Dress our pale cheeks in timid smile, To hail a master in our Isle, Or brook a victor's scorn? No! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood, The sun that sees our falling day Shall mark our sabres' deadly sway, And set that night in blood! For gold let Scott's dull regions fight, Or plunder's bloody gain, Unbribed, unbought, our swords we draw To guard our country and our law, Nor shall their edge be vain. And now, while breath of Northern gale Still fans the tri-colo
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