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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 139 (search)
44. the nineteenth of April, 1861. This year, till late in April, the snow fell thick and light; Thy flag of peace, dear Nature, in clinging drifts of white Hung over field and city :--now everywhere is seen, In place of that white quietness, a sudden glow of green. The verdure climbs the Common, beneath the ancient trees, To where the glorious Stars and Stripes are floating on the breeze, There, suddenly as Spring awoke from Winter's snow-draped gloom, The Passion Flower of Seventy-six is bursting into bloom. Dear is the time of roses, when earth to joy is wed, And garden-plat and meadow wear one generous flush of red; But now in dearer beauty, to Freedom's colors true, Blooms the old town of Boston in red and white and blue. Along the whole awakening North are those true colors spread; A summer noon of patriotism is burning overhead. No party badges flaunting now,--no word of clique or clan: But “Up for God and Union!” is the shout of every man. Oh, peace is dear to Northern
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 88 (search)
shell that passed through an out-house just behind the General's headquarters, and exploded. After firing for about an hour, the enemy withdrew. No damage, up to this time, done by the enemy's firing, except to horses. Evening.--More than twenty vessels in sight off Charleston Bar and Stono Inlet, and in Stono River. Enemy reported as being on James Island, at the point nearest Battery Island, and as having driven in our pickets. Capt. Carlos Tracy, volunteer aid to Gen. Gist, and Lieut. Winter, Wassamassaw cavalry, fired on while reconnoitring their position. Gen. Gist and Capt. Tracy repeatedly fired on, same evening, by enemy's advance-guard. This firing, the first news in camp of enemy's landing. June 3.--Last night the enemy and a small party of our men lay near each other all night, at Legare's. Capt. Chichester's guns, in being withdrawn from Legare's Point during the night, stuck in the mud. Men engaged in endeavoring to extricate them, driven off by the enemy near
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 175 (search)
who were expected to devastate the country ; secondly, to cut off the three rebel regiments, Col. Winter's, Taylor's, (Folsom's,) and McIntosh's, all of whom had moved to the north side of the Arkant entered from Park Hill. Col. Folsom's regiment, under Col. Taylor, together with part of Col. Winter's regiment, and a company of whites, were in Gibson. The remainder of Col. Winter's regimentCol. Winter's regiment, some three hundred and fifty men, had gone up Grand River on the morning of the twenty-eighth, and that night reached a spot twenty miles from Gibson, on Grand River, and made a demonstration just ts. On the little backbone ridge alone twenty-two rebels lay dead. Col. Taylor, Capt. Hicks of Winter's regiment, and two Choctaw captains were killed in the battle. The rebels, two days after, repd proceeded up that stream to find the rest of his force. The three hundred and fifty men of Col. Winter's regiment, of whose whereabout the Unionists had learned little, took advantage of this move
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 221 (search)
on board the steamer Ceres, at Lakeport, with three companies of the Twelfth regiment Maine volunteers, commanded respectively by Capts. Thornton, Farrington, and Winter, and one company, Captain Pickering's, of the Twenty-sixth Massachusetts regiment. I had previously sent one hundred men of the Thirteenth Connecticut regiment oonchatoula before daylight. I resolved, therefore, to go with that steamer to Manchac bridge, and did so on the morning of the fifteenth. From that point, Captain Winter was sent with his company southward, to make the destruction of the railroad on Manchac Island complete, which duty he thoroughly performed. Capt. Pickering'ugh nearly exhausted by the march, two miles of which was over an open trestle-work, in the heat of the day, behaved nobly in the fight. Captains Pickering and Winter, after a very rapid march, for which they are entitled to much credit, came up after we had left the village, covered our rear, and assisted in bringing in the wo
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 23 (search)
reck floated where was a fleet before, When our ships came up to the town. There were miles of batteries yet to be dared, But they quenched these all, as in play; Then with their yards squared, their guns' mouths bared, They held the great town at bay. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! Our stout ships came through shell, shot and flame, But the town will not always be surly; For this Crescent City takes to its breast The Father of Waters' tide; And here shall the wealth of our world, in the West, Meet wealth of the world beside : Here the date-palm and the olive find A near and equal sun; And a hundred broad, deep rivers wind To the summer-sea in one: Here the Fall steals all old Winter's ice, And the Spring steals all his snow; While he but smiles at their artifice, And like his own nature go. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! May that flag float here till the earth's last year, With the lake mists, fair and pearly.
Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, part 1.4, chapter 1.6 (search)
d honour. He had such great influence with a Mr. Winter--Manager of a Liverpool Insurance Office — day came when Uncle Tom took me to interview Mr. Winter, through whose influence I was to lay the foth macassar. Such an important personage as Mr. Winter could only live among the plutocracy of Everin affluent circumstances, he had befriended Mr. Winter in some way that had made that gentleman plebsequious to me when I compared the sheen of Mr. Winter's black clothes with the fluffy jacket on Un by the compliments he showered upon me. Mrs. Winter, an extremely genteel person in long curls,ossly in public. When we rose to go away, Mr. Winter resumed his earnest and benevolent manner tos sentiments, and to express my belief that Mrs. Winter was like a saint, with her dove-like eyes ao Everton Heights, and the oftener we called on Mr. and Mrs. Winter, the less assured we became of Mrs. Winter, the less assured we became of the correctness of our first impressions. These visits cost Uncle Tom, who ought to have been at w
Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, part 2.13, Index (search)
pupil-teacher, 41; visits his aunt, Mary Owen, 42-47; at the National School at Brynford, 47-51; returns to Ffynnon Beuno, 51; life at Ffynnon Beuno, 51-55; leaves Ffynnon Beuno, 55; sadness at departure, 56; arrival at Liverpool, 56-59; visits Mr. Winter, 60; employed at a haberdasher's, 62; about the docks, 64; employed at a butcher's, 65; ships as cabin-boy, 67; sails for New Orleans, 68; on board the Windermere, 69-81. Arrival at New Orleans, 81; first night in New Orleans, 82-84; leaves 530, 531. Waring, Mr., 150. Washita River, 146. Waters, Mr., 71, 77, 79, 80. Webb, Mrs., 464. Wellcome, Henry, 514, 515. Welsh language, Stanley's views of, 430. Wilkes, W. H., 206. Williams, Mrs., 92. Windermere, the, 67-81. Winter, Mr. and Mrs., 60, 61. Winton, Sir Francis de, 338, 419. Wolseley, Lord, on Coomassie, 293; on Stanley, 294. Workhouse, St. Asaph Union, 10-34. Worsfold, Basil, on Sir George Grey, 379. Yarmouth, 450-452. Zanzibar, 250, 251, 280,
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 8. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Operations before Charleston in May and July, 1862. (search)
l that passed through an outhouse just behind the general's headquarters and exploded. After firing for about an hour the enemy withdrew. No damage up to this time done by the enemy's firing, except to horses. Evening.--More than twenty vessels in sight off Charleston bar and Stono inlet and in Stono river. Enemy reported as being on James' Island, at the point nearest Battery Island, and as having driven in our pickets. Captain Carlos Tracy, volunteer aid to General Gist, and Lieutenant Winter, Wassamassaw cavalry, fired on while reconnoitering their position. General Gist and Captain Tracy repeatedly fired on same evening by enemy's advance guard. This firing the first news in camp of enemy's landing. June 3. Last night the enemy and a small party of our men lay near each other all night, at Legare's. Captain Chichester's guns, in being withdrawn from Legare's point during the night, stuck in the mud. Men engaged in endeavoring to extricate them driven off by the en
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Narrative and legendary poems (search)
e saw The oneness of the Dual law; That Heaven's sweet peace on. Earth began, And God was loved through love of man. He lived the Truth which reconciled The strong man Reason, Faith the child; In him belief and act were one, The homilies of duty done! “ So speaking, through the twilight gray The two old pilgrims went their way. What seeds of life that day were sown, The heavenly watchers knew alone. Time passed, and Autumn came to fold Green Summer in her brown and gold; Time passed, and Winter's tears of snow Dropped on the grave-mound of Rousseau. “The tree remaineth where it fell, The pained on earth is pained in hell!” So priestcraft from its altars cursed The mournful doubts its falsehood nursed. Ahwell of old the Psalmist prayed, ‘Thy hand, not man's, on me be laid!’ Earth frowns below, Heaven weeps above, And man is hate, but God is love! No Hermits now the wanderer sees, Nor chapel with its chestnut-trees; A morning dream, a tale that's told, The wave of change o'er
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 3. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Anti-Slavery Poems (search)
ng leaves more nigh Time's fearfullest and last. Oh, in that dying year hath been The sum of all since time began; The birth and death, the joy and pain, Of Nature and of Man. Spring, with her change of sun and shower, And streams released from Winter's chain, And bursting bud, and opening flower, And greenly growing grain; And Summer's shade, and sunshine warm, And rainbows o'er her hill-tops bowed, And voices in her rising storm; God speaking from His cloud! And Autumn's fruits and cluster chain Stood black against the sky. The night waned slow: at last, a glow, A gleam of sudden fire, Shot up behind the walls of snow, And tipped each icy spire. ‘Up, men! ’ he cried, “yon rocky cone, To-day, please God, we'll pass, And look from Winter's frozen throne On Summer's flowers and grass!” They set their faces to the blast, They trod the eternal snow, And faint, worn, bleeding, hailed at last The promised land below. Behind, they saw the snow-cloud tossed By many an icy horn; Befo
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