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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 5. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 44 0 Browse Search
James Russell Lowell, Among my books 36 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 36 0 Browse Search
John Jay Chapman, William Lloyd Garrison 36 0 Browse Search
C. Edwards Lester, Life and public services of Charles Sumner: Born Jan. 6, 1811. Died March 11, 1874. 34 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 28 0 Browse Search
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing) 28 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 22 0 Browse Search
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899 20 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 1, Colonial and Revolutionary Literature: Early National Literature: Part I (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 18 0 Browse Search
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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 1. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The treatment of prisoners during the war between the States. (search)
vil war would fill volumes and excite horror. We can only indicate the crimes rather than give detail of their circumstances. One gentleman from Vicksburg writes in justly indignant language of the rape and robbery of his wife; that he has sought redress in vain of the military authorities. Another of the violation of two ladies by beastly mercenaries, until one dies, and the other lives a raving maniac. A lady writes from Liberty, Missouri,that her father, Mr. Payne, a minister of Christ, was murdered by the military and left out from his dwelling for several days, until found by some neighbors in a mutilated condition. A gentleman writes that a wretch named Harding boasts that he had beaten out the brains of a wounded Confederate prisoner at the battle of Drainesville. The affidavit of Thomas E. Gilkerson states that negro soldiers were promoted to corporals for shooting white prisoners at Point Lookout, where he was a prisoner. That he was transferred to Elmira, N
Colonel William Preston Johnston, The Life of General Albert Sidney Johnston : His Service in the Armies of the United States, the Republic of Texas, and the Confederate States., Chapter 13: the Mormon rebellion. (search)
discover hidden treasures by the use of a peep-stone --a large crystal through which he looked-and that he was also a water-witch, who found wells with the hazel-rod. According to his own account, at the age of fifteen, he had a vision in which Christ appeared to him and warned him against all existing creeds and sects. He received his call as a prophet on the 23d of September, 1823, when Nephi, a messenger of God, appeared to him in a vision, and told him that God had a work for him to do, eColonel Burton, Major McAllister, and 0. P. Rockwell, who are operating in the same way. Keep me advised daily of your movements, and every step the troops take, and in which direction. God bless you, and give you success. Your brother in Christ, (Signed) Daniel H. Weils. These judicious instructions for partisan warfare, though not executed with much vigor, met some success, as will appear hereafter. It were well for humanity and the Mormon name had their hostility been restrict
Colonel William Preston Johnston, The Life of General Albert Sidney Johnston : His Service in the Armies of the United States, the Republic of Texas, and the Confederate States., Chapter 21: General Polk and Columbus, Kentucky. (search)
sappointment. Looking into the future from this gloom, he began to contemplate the mysteries of life and death, the solution of which he found in the religion of Christ. He entered on his new walk in life with enthusiasm, and it served as an incentive to every honorable deed. He even went beyond his strength, and, persevering ing, and was growing old gracefully in the beneficent exercise of two responsible functions, as a patriarchal master of many slaves, and as an overseer of part of Christ's flock, when the clangor of war called him to the field of battle. Considerable surprise was created by Bishop Polk's action in taking a military command earalling gave the citizen exemption from the duty of defending his home and country. As a priest, he had always remembered that he was a gentleman and a soldier of Christ; as a soldier, he never forgot that, though consecrated to a mission of patriotism, he was first of all a Christian. It certainly does not become any preaching ze
An English Combatant, Lieutenant of Artillery of the Field Staff., Battlefields of the South from Bull Run to Fredericksburgh; with sketches of Confederate commanders, and gossip of the camps., Chapter 21: (search)
reached to us were decidedly original. On one occasion I was almost petrified to hear one of the most popular of these camp-preachers confess before an audience of a thousand intelligent beings that it has never yet been positively known whether Christ came down from heaven to save the body or the soul of a man! I also remember having heard such words of wisdom from the lips of some of these worthies as the following: It is certain that God is infinite, and therefore He requires some infinite lieve, trust to God for and in all things, and as to the rest you may do as you please. Again, another said: If I disagree with my brother upon points of religion, it is not much matter; he may believe in universal salvation; another denies that Christ was God; one believes in infant baptism, and another does not; but all these little things are not of much consequence, my brethren; all are trying to get to heaven as best they can, and all no doubt will finally reach there-at least, we hope so!
Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, The Passing of the Armies: The Last Campaign of the Armies., Chapter 9: the last review. (search)
e you, for heaven, too, is wide,--searching under the battle smoke to find a lost face left to be unknown, bending to bind up a broken frame made in God's image, or skillfully, as divinely taught, fashioning the knot to check an artery's out-rushing life, nay, even pressing tender fingers over it till what you deemed better help could come; to catch a dying message, or breathe a passing prayer, or perchance no more than give a cup of water to men now of God's little ones, --so done unto his Christ! You in my soul I see, faithful watcher by my cotside long days and nights together through the delirium of mortal anguish,--steadfast, calm, and sweet as eternal love. We pass now quickly from each other's sight; but I know full well that where beyond these passing scenes you shall be, there will be heaven! But now we come opposite the reviewing stand. Here are the President, his Cabinet, ambassadors and ministers of foreign lands, generals, governors, judges, high officers of the
The Annals of the Civil War Written by Leading Participants North and South (ed. Alexander Kelly McClure), The Morale of General Lee's army. (search)
stian. Colonel Baylor joined in with the fervor of one who had but recently felt the preciousness of a new-born faith in Christ, and it was a solemn and impressive scene to all. In the great battle which followed, the next day, Colonel Baylor, with powder, I tried, with an earnestness I have rarely, if ever, commanded, to tell them the story of the Cross — to hold up Christ as the way, the truth, and the life ; and I remember that there were quite a number who, at the close of the service, sigthe four years of its existence, at least fifteen thousand soldiers — of the Army of Northern Virginia professed faith in Christ, and that these professions were as genuine and as lasting as those of any of the churches at home. These statistics tle of the Wilderness, and unable to speak, wrote in my note-book this sentence: I am suffering very much; but I trust in Christ, and am perfectly resigned to His will. I am ready still to serve Him on earth, or to go up higher, just as He may see f
Fitzhugh Lee, General Lee, Chapter 1: ancestry. (search)
Deliverer of the Civilized World. Alexander, Hannibal, and Caesar, among the ancients; Marlborough, Eugene, Turenne, and Frederick, among the moderns, opened their arms to receive him as a brother in glory. Again he tells him that Thales, Pittacus, and others in Greece taught the doctrine of morality almost in our very words, Do unto others as you would they should do unto you, and directs his.son's attention to the fact that the beautiful Arab couplet, written three centuries before Christ, announced the duty of every good man, even in the moment of destruction, not only to forgive, but to benefit the destroyer, as the sandal tree, in the instant of its overthrow, sheds perfume on the axe that fells it. The principles sought to be inculcated in these admirable letters will be found running through their lives, lodged firmly in their characters, and their constant reappearance in the life of one of them is an evidence of the impression made. At the expiration of nearly fiv
John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 3: (search)
these leaders in treason were professed Christians. But, through the power of prayer, came a satisfying answer to my questioning fear. I felt that the Lord Omnipotent was just — that his grace and gospel were for the poor and the oppressed. I remembered the day when the Saviour appeared to me-when denser, darker prisonbands were sundered. Then old things passed away. Then came the strength to believe and trust in a Higher Power--an Infinite Deliverer. Remembering when the Friendly voice had spoken to my troubled heart, Peace, be still, even in prison, and hated of men for Christ's and country's sake, I could exclaim: Faith of our fathers, living still, In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword; Oh! how our hearts beat high with joy Where'er we hear that glorious word! Faith of our fathers! holy faith I We will be true to thee till death! Though a prisoner of war, a soldier can be a Christian. He realizes in trial and trouble that the Judge of all the earth does right
John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 5: (search)
criminal to the Saviour who blessed the dying thief on Calvary. But all his instructions and persuasions seemed alike in vain. The stoic prisoner remained hardhearted and unmoved. I asked and obtained permission from the keeper to speak a few words to the man so soon to die. The conditions on which I obtained the favor were that my instructions should be given in the keeper's presence. Looking through the iron bars at my sinful but unfortunate auditor, I said, Do you believe that Christ died for all? I don't know, massa, he replied. Well, you know something about the Bible, don't you? No, massa. Have you never heard the Gospel preached? Yes, massa, I used to hear old parson Cooper preach, and I guess dat was what he preached about? Can you read? No, massa. Did you ever pray? No, massa. I'se heard folks a-prayin‘. My massa never prayed like dis nigga, --referring to the visitor who had been praying with him in the cell. Well, my dear fellow,
John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 14: (search)
btaining any relief. Before I lay down for the night, however, I comforted myself with joining my comrade in singing those beautiful lines- From every stormy wind that blows, And every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a safe retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. God's blessing made us happy, and we could exclaim with faith, These chains will not always hold us here. How insignificant were our sufferings when compared to those which had been endured by the followers of Christ in ancient times! Again, while on our wretched couches, we sang: My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly- These hours of toil and danger. The next day I penned a letter to Major Rylander, exhorting him, if he had any fear of God before his eyes, or any spark of humanity in his breast, to have me released from my miserable cell, though it were to take me to execution. I committed it to the care of a negro, who was to convey it to
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