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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 682 0 Browse Search
Abraham Lincoln, Stephen A. Douglas, Debates of Lincoln and Douglas: Carefully Prepared by the Reporters of Each Party at the times of their Delivery. 358 0 Browse Search
William H. Herndon, Jesse William Weik, Herndon's Lincoln: The True Story of a Great Life, Etiam in minimis major, The History and Personal Recollections of Abraham Lincoln by William H. Herndon, for twenty years his friend and Jesse William Weik 258 0 Browse Search
Mrs. John A. Logan, Reminiscences of a Soldier's Wife: An Autobiography 208 0 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. 204 0 Browse Search
John G. Nicolay, A Short Life of Abraham Lincoln, condensed from Nicolay and Hayes' Abraham Lincoln: A History 182 0 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 1. 104 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) 102 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 10. (ed. Frank Moore) 86 0 Browse Search
George Bancroft, History of the United States from the Discovery of the American Continent, Vol. 3, 15th edition. 72 0 Browse Search
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swear! swear! Till his tongue was blistered o'er; Then, in a voice not very strong, He slowly whined the Despot's song: Lie! lie! lie! I've lied like the very deuce! Lie! lie! lie! As long as lies were of use; But now that lies no longer pay, I know not where to turn; For when I the truth would say, My tongue with lies will burn I Drink! drink! drink! Till my lead feels very queer! Drink! drink! drink! Till I get rid of all fear! Brandy, and whiskey, and gin, Sherry, and champagne, and pop, I tipple, I guzzle, I suck 'em all in, Till down dead-drunk I drop. Think! think! think! Till my head is very sore! Think! think! think! Till I couldn't think any more! And it's oh! to be splitting of rails, Back in my Illinois hut; For now that every thing fails, I would of my office be “shut!” Jeff.! Jeff.! Jeff.! To you as a suppliant I kneel! Jeff.! Jeff.! Jeff.! If you could my horrors feel, You'd submit at discretion, And kindly give in To all my oppression, My weakness and s
And shield the snowy breast that gave us life.” New-England's seamen swelled the rallying cry Along the coasts, the Middle States replied From thronging marts, the echoes leaped along The Mississippi Valley, whose vast floods Throb like the pulses of the Nation's heart, And pale Virginia, all besprinkled now With War's red baptism, to Kentucky spoke, Kentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, disturbed the Gulf-- The bleeding Gulf betrayed and overawed-- Then swelling loud as an Archangel's trump, Or shrill winds piping o'er the stormy flood, It thundered back from far Pacific's coast. Come to the tombs by mourning millions thronged Beneath the oak of weeping. Glorious dead Fame's cemetery holds no hero dust More dearly honored in sub
, Gen. Cheatham discovered a squadron of cavalry coming down a road near his position. Uncertain as to which force it belonged, accompanied only by an orderly, he rode up to within a few yards of it, and enquired: What cavalry is that? Illinois cavalry, sir, was the reply. Oh! Illinois cavalry. All right; just stand where you are! The cavalry obeyed the rebel order, and unmolested by them, who supposed he was one of the Federal officers, the General rode safely back, directly undIllinois cavalry. All right; just stand where you are! The cavalry obeyed the rebel order, and unmolested by them, who supposed he was one of the Federal officers, the General rode safely back, directly under the guns of another Federal regiment, which had by that time come up, but who, seeing him coming from the direction of the cavalry, also supposed that he was one of them. Some of our officers remembered the incident, and agreed with the hero of it, that if they had known who he was, it was very probable that there would have been one rebel general less that night.
ngerous swindle, the Belgian muskets? An inquiry should be instituted as to how many of these double-acting shooting-irons we have in the country — double-acting, because about equally dangerous at either end. A good story is told of one of our Illinois Colonels, who was heard praising the arm. Says he: In platoon firing with the Belgian musket, I can tell what I cannot with any other arm, and that is, how many pieces have been fired. How can you tell that? Oh! I count the men on the grarm, and that is, how many pieces have been fired. How can you tell that? Oh! I count the men on the ground. It never deceives me. It is fire and fall back flat. One of these Belgian muskets will kick like a mule, and burst with the greatest facility. Several soldiers in our Illinois regiments have been killed in this way. The bayonet, too, is a novelty — a soft iron affair, apparently designed to coil round the enemy as it is introduced, thus taking him prisoner.--Chicago Tribun
es have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call all! to the feast of fire! Mother and maiden, and child and
re in brighter and more enduring clusters. Brave soldiers in Kentucky, fighting for us here, we have been, and are now watching you with intense interest. We grasp the papers to read of your deeds of noble daring, and while rejoicing over them, our tears flow at the toils, the hardships, the sufferings by which they are won. We think of you, we pray for you, and may our heavenly Father bless and save you all. Currant-wine from Princeton, New-Jersey, may it refresh you, brave men from Illinois. Kentucky is almost erect in her struggles; New-Jersey's arms entwine her more closely than ever. Forget not the invisible hand that leads you to victory. New-Jersey extends her hand to you, brave Tennesseeans; she has watched you with deep interest and warm sympathies; our heavenly Father bless and keep you under the dear old Stars and Stripes. Let no dark clouds prevent you from seeing the bright sunlight beyond. Forget not, forfeit not your time-honored name, brave Kentuc
-rod size, were wedded to this band, at equal distances apart, and arose above his head about nine inches, with an outward inclination. The iron had lacerated his neck, and the wound had partially healed under the protection he had given to them by holding up the band with his hands, during the preceding days that he was concealed in a cornfield, but while riding the horse he could not hold it up, and it had opened the wound, from which there was a bloody, mattery ooze trickling down upon his broad shoulders. To the soldiers who surrounded him, with pity and astonishment, the negro pleaded earnestly: Please, massa soger, take dis collar off my neck. I'se a good nigger; I'll do any ting you want me. De Illinoy sogers cut the collar off ‘er Ben. After a labor of three hours the collar was filed off. It appears that the negro had carried this iron band upon his neck about three months, as a punishment for assisting his wife to escape into Illinois. Philadelphia Press, February 12
The Eighth, Eighteenth, Twentieth and Thirty-first Illinois regiments occupied a position above the Fort. The four Illinois regiments held their ground full three hours. Nearly one third had been killed and wounded. Yet the balance stood firm.hs-- Bear to the prairies of the West The echoes of our joy, The prayer that springs in every breast: “God bless thee--Illinois!” Oh! awful hours, when grape and shell Tore through th' unflinching line; “Stand firm, remove the men who fell, CloIt came at last, “Now lads the steel!” The rushing hosts deploy; “Charge, boys!” --the broken traitors reel-- Huzza for Illinois! In vain thy rampart, Donelson, The living torrent bars; It leaps the wall, the fort is won, Up go the Stripes and Starnelson, The living torrent bars; It leaps the wall, the fort is won, Up go the Stripes and Stars. Thy proudest mother's eyelids fill, As dares her gallant boy, And Plymouth Rock and Bunker Hill Yearn to thee--Illinois. Boston, Febru
the morning had tended to decrease in no measure his pugnacity. When he received his long-desired orders for an assault of the enemy's works, his eyes glistened with a fire which, could it have been seen by his maligners, would have left them in no doubt as to his private feelings in regard to the present contest. All the arrangements were complete by three o'clock, and his column was put in motion soon after. The force under his command was as follows: Col. Cook's Brigade.--Seventh Illinois, Fiftieth Illinois, Twelfth Iowa, Thirteenth Missouri, Fifty-second Indiana. Col. Lauman's Brigade.--Second Iowa, Seventh Iowa, Fourteenth Iowa, Twenty-fifth Indiana, Fifty-sixth Indiana. Under cover of Capt. Stone's Missouri battery this force began the assault. It was a formidable undertaking, which, under a less brave and skilful commander than Gen. Smith, might have proved a disastrous failure. The hills at this point are among the most precipitous of all those upon which the
be the forests and the streams of Maine Blessed forever! terrible and gaunt The mountaineers of Hampshire and Vermont Poured from their eyries, half-way in the sky, Down where Long Island Sound lifts up its calm blue eye. The empires of York and Penn were all aflame; There was no hamlet where the drum beat not, No fireside, but desperate and hot, Some son or father felt the glow of shame, And buckled on his sword and breathed his mother's name. The prairies rang — Ohio raised her hand With Illinois, to wipe away the guilt, The sword should drip in carnage to the hilt, And every roof-thatch be a beacon-brand. At each Iowa hearth stood stern a mailed man-- Young Kansas knelt in wrath, and swore with Michigan! A wall of flame blazed up the border-line; A thousand camp-fires lit the midnight sky; The white tents glistened in the trampled rye; An armed man replaced each ash and pine; The trooper rode where erst had grazed his kine; The barley-blades grew up to bayonets; A navy tore the fri