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Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 1,756 1,640 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) 979 67 Browse Search
Elias Nason, McClellan's Own Story: the war for the union, the soldiers who fought it, the civilians who directed it, and his relations to them. 963 5 Browse Search
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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 457 395 Browse Search
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. 449 3 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Loyal Americans in Chili: official correspondence. (search)
follow and find him. I have the honor to be, gratefully, your obedient servant, Henry W. Bellows, President. Mr. Nelson to Mr. Seward. Legation of the United States, Santiago de Cuba, Feb. 1, 1868. Hon. Wm. H. Seward, Secretary of State, Washington: Sir: I have the honor to inclose a bill of exchange, dated January thirty-first, 1863, drawn by Messrs. Alsop & Co., of Valparaiso, upon Messrs. H. G. Enthom & Co., London, England, payable to my order, and indorsed by me, for the sum of founequivocal mode. Other remittances for the same purpose will be made from time to time until the rebellion is crushed. I have the honor to remain your obedient servant, Thomas W. Nelson. Mr. Seward to Mr. Nelson. department of State, Washington, March 9, 1863. Sir: I have read your despatch of the first ultimo, accompanied by a list of loyal citizens residing in Chili, who have subscribed to a fund for the relief of the sick and wounded soldiers of the Union army, and by a bill of
with the olden fire, They cannot fail. With forests deep and valleys wide, With rattling wheels on every side, With mines of gold, with iron hills, With giant streams and massive mills, With hands for toil, and master wills To move the whole. Whose art out-rivals every one, Whose eagle soars in every sun, Whose name and fame and wealth are known In every land and clime and zone, From pole to pole. By all the grand historic names! By all our fathers' heaven-born aims! By the great name of Washington! By all the past and present won! By all the future yet to come! We must not fail. Fail! never breathe the word again, 'Twill make the bones of heroes slain, Now bleaching on Antietam's plain, Cry out in agony of pain, To hear the wail. What! shall a nation great and free, Now blazoned bright in heraldry, Be stranded and go down in night, Forgotten, lost to human sight, Too base to struggle for the right, ‘Gainst tyranny. No! banish ease, each pelfish god-- No! never stoop to kiss the
Washington, April 24, 1863. Intelligence was received here to-day of an important arrest at Falmouth, the headquarters of the army of the Potomac. No doubt has existed for a long time that the rebels have had some secret means of knowing every thing that transpired within our lines, and that such information was instantaneously conveyed. The orders for recent movements had not reached the circumference of the military circle formed by our army before the pickets on the opposite bank were calling out, in mocking tones: How are you, Yank? An't those eight days rations mouldy yet? These facts have caused the deepest anxiety at headquarters, as, until now, the means adopted by the rebels have baffled the vigilance and labor expended to detect them. General Patrick, the Provost-Marshal of the army of the Potomac, was, however, determined that the secret should be brought to light. The guards stationed along the river-bank, and in situations favorable for signals, have been cons
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 since, Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, was induced to give a spiritual soiree in the crimson room at the White House, to test the wonderful alleged supernatural powers of Mr. Charles E. Shockl Mr. Stanton made no reply. I should like to ask General Knox, said the President, if it is within the scope of his ability, to tell us when this rebellion will be put down. In the same manner as before, this message was received: Washington, Lafayette, Franklin, Wilberforce, Napoleon, and myself have held frequent consultations on this. point. There is something which our spiritual eyes cannot detect which appear well formed. Evil has come at times by removal of men from high po
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), A gallant deed and A chivalrous return. (search)
te a statement of them to General Winder, the Provost-Marshal of Richmond, who ordered the instant release of Lieutenant Paine, without even parole, promise, or condition, and, we presume, with the compliments of the Confederacy. He arrived in Washington on Saturday last. This act of generosity as well as justice must command our highest admiration. There is some hope for men who can behave in such a manner. But the strangest part of the story is yet to come. Lieutenant Paine, on arriving in Washington, learned that the officer whose life he had thus gallantly saved had since been taken prisoner by our forces, and had just been confined in the Old Capitol Prison. At the last we heard of him he was on his way to General Martindale's headquarters, to obtain a pass to visit his beneficiary and benefactor. Such are the vicissitudes of war. We could not help thinking, when we heard this story, of the profound observation of Mrs. Gamp: Sich is life, vich likevays is the bend of hall
ubtless has his Scotch cap at hand, ready to make his exit. If Generals Jackson and Longstreet have really reached the Relay House, all communication between Washington and Baltimore and the West is thereby entirely cut off. The reported blowing up of the Long Bridge is now generally believed. A lady who came through to this city from near Washington states that she was an eyewitness to the affair. The enemy, before evacuating Acquia Creek, destroyed a large amount of stores and provisions. Later intelligence gives us the gratifying assurance that General Jackson has entered Maryland by the route above indicated, and is now on a tour to the most important and inviting point between Baltimore and Washington. It is now useless to speculate upon probabilities. The war has assumed a new phase, and our citizens must expect hereafter to hear news that will startle amidst both good and bad report. The tables have been turned, and the confederate army is now an army of inva
n: Oh! tell thy heirs, the precious, cherished boon Of liberty to them to guard is given, While beam the stars on high, or shines the moon Upon the land so favored of high heaven; For which that Constitution from tyrant's hands was riven! And tell them, too, that that old Ship of State Must pass the rocks and shoals of civil war; And if it sinks, then freedom shares its fate, And darkness soon must cover every star. Hark! hear the wail of millions from afar! And mark the tears of sons of Washington. Cursed be the hand that's ever raised to mar The title to our birthright — let the sun Ne'er rise to witness such destruction if begun. And let the cannon's awful thunder sound, Now beating in wild ways through freedom's air, Startle the people to a thought profound, To watch the brazen war-cloud's sullen glare. And let not souls be sinking with despair; For twice before the cannon's fearful roar Omened the breaking of a day more fair Of constitutional liberty — what more Should stir the
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The rebel press on the Gettysburgh battle. (search)
he second city on the continent open to our armies, and already reckoning up the number of millions it must pay to ransom it from pillage and conflagration; our own city of Baltimore waiting its deliverance with a passionate but secret joy; and Washington, that foul den of thieves, expecting the righteous vengeance of heaven for the hideous crimes that have been done within its walls. In Philadelphia, how the Quakers quake this day! In Washington, how the whole brood of Lincoln and his' rascalIn Washington, how the whole brood of Lincoln and his' rascal ministers turn pale — how their knees smite together as they hear from afar off the roar of their grand army of the Potomac rolled back in bloody rout and dismay, and see flashing through their guilty dreams the avenging bayonets of those they dared to call rebels! Ha! does their monstrous crime weigh heavy on their souls to-day? Mingling with the cheers that greeted the sweet perorations of their Fourth of July orators of the day, do their ears hear the wail of the homeless and the fatherle
ft 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 but the diversions of Lee To divide our main army which holds him at bay, To divide it, and crush it, and open the way To “Old Abe's” headquarters; for, these once pos-sessed, King Jeff will retrieve his misfortunes out West, As he thinks, by this triumph of Lee. But this Northern invasion of Lee, With the loss of this army of Lee, To Richmond so strongly invites us that way, That we are expecting the tidings some day That Dix has gone in, and that Davis has saddled His steed, and has over the river skedaddled To hunt up the army of Lee. And we think in these movements of Lee, With this hide and seek army of Lee, The occasion has come when his game may be foiled, And we hope that his schemes will be thoroughly spoiled By our war-chiefs at Washington waiting the day To bring our whole army en masse into play On the broken battalions of L
, on the severing sky, See some gray tinge of softness cast, Prophetic of the crimson dye, The glorious sunburst throws at last? Ye stately shades — O glorious sires! Bend from the clouds of darkness now With memory-waking battle-fires, Flashing from every awful brow! Throughout the realm hath shone your blade, Throughout the realm your bones are laid! For the whole realm ye fought and died; Descend! march round on every side! Come Sumter, Marion, Greene, and Wayne! And thou, O stateliest Washington! Lead through the land the mighty train-- The lovely land the heroes won. Touch every heart with kindly flame, Sweep every barrier-cloud away, And rear again the Union's frame The brighter from its new array. Let our broad banner stream to view Without a stain, without a rent-- With every star in brightened blue, With every stripe more beauteous blent. Dear flag of our fathers! how wildly It streams to the hurricane's might! Yet no more shall be quenched in the darkness Than the sunshine
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