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Lucius R. Paige, History of Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1630-1877, with a genealogical register 28 0 Browse Search
William Schouler, A history of Massachusetts in the Civil War: Volume 2 14 0 Browse Search
George Bancroft, History of the United States from the Discovery of the American Continent, Vol. 7, 4th edition. 12 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Massachusetts in the Army and Navy during the war of 1861-1865, vol. 1, Condensed history of regiments. 10 2 Browse Search
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 2 8 0 Browse Search
Benjamin Cutter, William R. Cutter, History of the town of Arlington, Massachusetts, ormerly the second precinct in Cambridge, or District of Menotomy, afterward the town of West Cambridge. 1635-1879 with a genealogical register of the inhabitants of the precinct. 6 0 Browse Search
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 8. 4 0 Browse Search
George Bancroft, History of the United States from the Discovery of the American Continent, Vol. 6, 10th edition. 4 0 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 4 2 Browse Search
HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks) 3 1 Browse Search
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21. the widow of Worcester County, (Edwards' Ferry.) by S. W. Last spring, when Frank had fed the ploughed and harrowed ground with seed, A fearful cry tore by us with the South wind's winged speed; But we hoped it was a nightmare, till the news was brought from town, That the horde of Charleston traitor-knaves had shot our banner down. In my bitter grief and anguish keen, I felt the ancient ire Of Bunker Hill and Lexington course through my veins like fire, Till, as lightnings cease when breaks the dark cloud's heart upon the land, I wept when, on my thin gray locks, I felt Frank's manly hand, And saw my grandsire's musket gleam within his clenched grip, And read the clear and stern gray eye that chid the quivering lip; Read that the eye would smile no more until it saw the foe, Whilst the lips were loth to shape the words, “Dear mother, I must go.” So I sealed them with a kiss, dried up my tears, and filled his sack, And, at dawn, upon his home my only darling turned his back. As