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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 874 98 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 1. 411 1 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 29. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 353 11 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 353 235 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) 345 53 Browse Search
William Schouler, A history of Massachusetts in the Civil War: Volume 1 321 3 Browse Search
Benjamnin F. Butler, Butler's Book: Autobiography and Personal Reminiscences of Major-General Benjamin Butler 282 2 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 253 1 Browse Search
Allan Pinkerton, The spy in the rebellion; being a true history of the spy system of the United States Army during the late rebellion, revealing many secrets of the war hitherto not made public, compiled from official reports prepared for President Lincoln , General McClellan and the Provost-Marshal-General . 242 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. 198 0 Browse Search
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in every soul, on every face. “Who guards our Union, guards the human race!” The ice grew fire, and left the mountain's crown, When April's echoes shook the avalanche down. The awful marches of the People came Like the volcano's leaping ranks of flame. They rose, the hot Defenders, swift and strong, From nightmare dreams that kissed them down so long; One with a myriad hearts and myriad feet, From field and fireside, lane and thronged street! The battle-fires were leaping up as one, When Baltimore reechoed Lexington! --Kentucky! though unnerved thy mighty hand, Till in thy breast had warmed the traitor band, Thank God! the serpent nursed and nourished there, Timely thrust forth to bite the winter air, Poisons no more where it would fain have fed, And hisses harmless wrath till trampled dead. Thank God, though late, the righteous cause is thine, Ready to drink thy cup like festal wine. Thank God, however dark thy day be found, Patriots shall sow with flowers the Bloody Ground. Than
Our armies should meet, No life will be spared but to those that are fleet, When rebeldom's banner in darkness will wave O'er the downfall of freedom and Liberty's grave. III. No despot has ever polluted your soil, For Freedom's proud banner is over it streaming; We come not, we come not your land to despoil, But to arouse ye, our brethren from Secession-dreaming. No patriot's afraid, By the laws they have made, That the banner of Freedom in its grandeur will fade, But forever, majestic, continue to wave A terror to tyrants, o'er rebeldom's grave. IV. We would meet you as friends — yet it cannot be so, Our friendship is spurned by the whole rebel nation, You term us “base Hessians,” the “Southern man's foe,” And scorn us, your brethren, with fierce exultations; “Go let us alone,” A half-stifled moan, We hear as they reap now the harvest they've sown; For the Union's proud standard defiant will wave Protection to freedom o'er the land of the brave. Baltimore, Md., Ja
“Free all,” save a Freeman's communion; A “splitter,” his trade, Thus a “wedge” he has made Of war to dissever the Union. He is spoken of freely Through Monitor Greeley, Who stands at the head of the “stairs,” On the “planks of Chicago,” As bold as “Iago,” And curses all Southern affairs. The South this have taken, And cannot be shaken, It matters not what they assert; They'll “poke at 'em fun,” Like that of “Bull's Run,” And say, with Abe, nobody's hurt! I've heard it before, Down in Baltimore, Of “mixing with water, strychnine,” 'Twas said that old Butler, (Abraham's sutler,) Was this “Borgia,” or vile “Catiline.” At no distant day, All freemen will say, Thus rightly give Abe his desert; “This war we ignore-- We've told you before, It must cease, or somebody's hurt. ” Then England with France, And Spain, too, may dance, We'll ask not, nor care not about them; For with all united, (If the South is arighted,) We'll laugh and live ha
ound upon her person. She has been a correspondent of the Richmond Enquirer and the Baltimore Exchange. Miss Poole is yet in confinement in the Sixteenth-Street Jail. Among the number yet confined here is Mrs. Baxley, formerly a resident of Baltimore. She was arrested on the 23d of December. She had just come from Richmond, and had been in conversation with Jeff. Davis, from whom she had obtained a commission in the rebel army for her lover, Dr. Brown. She is, as she represents herself, a very explosive woman, and it was from this fact that her arrest took place on board the boat, while approaching Baltimore from Richmond. This woman has refused to sleep under a blanket marked U. S. ever since her confinement here. The above is a hurried sketch of the prisoners liberated and now confined in the Sixteenth-Street Jail. Their quarters are of the most comfortable character, and under the care of Lieutenant Sheldon, they are furnished with everything that, saving their Secesh
39. true-hearted, brave, and Patriotic Girls of the Monumental City. Written by A Confederate Prisoner Whilst in Baltimore. Daughters of the sunny South, Where freedom loves to dwell, How rare your charms, how sweet your smiles, No mortal lips can tell; Your native hills, the rippling rills, The echo wild and free, Declare you born to hate and scorn All Northern tyranny. Girls whose smiles are all reserved, The Southern youth to bless; Whose hearts are kept for those who fight For freedomely composed) is a verbatim copy of a poem written by one of the Confederate prisoners captured at Winchester — and who was imprisoned in the Baltimore City Jail — while on their way North. Our secesh ladies thronged the jail-yard for the entire two days of their stay, and while there, the above was thrown to them, with a note. What the note contained I am not able to say, but can assure you as to the origination of the above. Yours, with respect, Henry J. Howard. Baltimore, March, 18
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), The Desecration of the Stars and Stripes. (search)
The Desecration of the Stars and Stripes. Port Deposit, Md., Feb. 20, 1862. Messrs. Editors: Lest the necessary brevity of your special despatch per telegraph last evening should not give a proper understanding of the outrage perpetrated here on the flag of our country by the two secessionists, McClure and Henderson, from Baltimore, I beg to submit the following statement: These two gentlemen, Douglas McClure and Edward Henderson, Esqs., after abusing the hospitalities of our town, took the liberty, yesterday evening, about five o'clock, to cut down the American flag which was suspended across the street on lines attached to the residences of Capt. John W. Taylor and Mrs. E. T. Rinehart. When the halyards were cut, the flag fell in the mud, where it was noticed by a few of our citizens, who raised it from its place of disgrace, and flung it again to its native breeze. As soon as it was known among the people how the flag got there, search was made for the two bloods, wh
way, fight away for Dixie's land. But here I stand for Dixie dear, To fight for freedom, without fear; Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie's land. Chorus. For Dixie's land I'll take my stand, To live or die for Dixie's land. Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie's land. Oh! have you heard the latest news, Of Lincoln and his kangaroos; Fight away, etc. His minions they would now oppress us, With war and bloodshed they'd distress us! Fight away, etc. Abe Lincoln tore through Baltimore, In a baggage-car with fastened door; Fight away, etc. And left his wife alas! alack! To perish on the railroad track! Fight away, etc. Abe Lincoln is the President, He'll wish his days in Springfield spent; Fight away, etc. We'll show him that Old Scott's a fool, We'll never submit to Yankee rule! Fight away, etc. At first our States were only seven, But now we number stars eleven; Fight away, etc. Brave old Missouri shall be ours, Despite old Lincoln's Northern powers I Fight away, etc.
to run away. So let the Yankees, etc. Brave Jeff. and glorious Beauregard, With dashing Johnston, noble, true, Will meet their hireling hosts again, And scatter them like morning dew. So let the Yankees, etc. When the Hessian horde is driven, O'er Potomac's classic flood, The pulses of a new-born freedom, Then will stir old Maryland's blood. So let the Yankees, etc. From the lofty Alleghanies, To old Worcester's sea-washed shore, Her sons will come to greet the victors, There in good old Baltimore. So let the Yankees, etc. Then with voices light and gladsome, We will swell the choral strain, Telling that our dear old mother, Glorious Maryland's free again. So let the Yankees, etc. Then we'll crown our warrior chieftains, Who have led us in the fight, And have brought the South in triumph, Through dread danger's troubled night. So let the Yankees, etc. And the brave who nobly perished, Struggling in the bloody fray, We'll weave a wreath of fadeless laurel, For their glorious memory.
Rebel Females in Baltimore.--Many of the secesh women have got it into their heads that all the soldiers of the Federal army are of the lowest classes of the communities from whence they hail, and far below, in point of social position, those in the rebel army. One of these secesh madams, on passing in the street, recently, a couple of the New-York Zouaves, of the corps stationed on Federal Hill, cast an unprovoked insult upon them. As this was not the first time this thing had happened, the Zouaves determined upon their course, and watched at a distance the entry to the residence of madam. Ringing the bell, an audience of the gentleman of the house was solicited and obtained, when the case was stated to him, and satisfaction was required. Madam was called, and rebuked on the spot by her husband, who remarked that he had often warned her that she would get into trouble by her conduct in such a course, and insisted that she should make a suitable apology to the soldiers — which w
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), Who first Answered the President's call? (search)
Curtin to proceed immediately to Harrisburgh, and by nine o'clock that night they were ready to leave for that place with one hundred members. Through some mismanagement of the railroad company, they did not get off until the next morning at four o'clock. As a consequence, they arrived in Harrisburgh about six o'clock on the morning of the seventeenth, which was, however, at least one hour before the arrival of any other company. After the other companies arrived, they were all sworn in together; and on the morning of the eighteenth the five companies left Harrisburgh for Washington City. During their passage through Baltimore, and their entrance into Washington, the Logan Guards had the right, and were the first company to report themselves for duty to the Adjutant-General. It is but just, therefore, that the credit should fall on those who deserve it — the gallant Logan Guards, Capt. John B. Selheimer, of Lewistown, Mifflin County, Pennsylvania. one who knows. Philadelphia Press
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