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Cavalry song. by Elbridge Jefferson Cutler. The squadron is forming, the war-bugles play. To saddle, brave comrades, stout hearts for a fray! Our captain is mounted-strike spurs, and away! No breeze shakes the blossoms or tosses the grain. But the wind of our speed floats the galloper's msa. e, As he feels the bold rider's firm hand on the rein. Lo! dim in the starlight their white tents appear! Ride softly! ride slowly! the onset is near! More slowly! more softly! the sentry may hear! Now fall on the rebel — a tempest of flame! Strike down the false banner whose triumph were shame! Strike, strike for the true flag, for freedom and fame! Hurrah! sheathe your swords! the carnage is done. All red with our valor, we welcome the sun. Up, up with the stars! we have won! we have won!
ne at, P. 41 Curtis, George Ticknor, letter to Edward Everett, on the Constitution of the U. S., Int. 43 Curry, J. L., commissioner from Alabama, D. 12 Cushing, Caleb, speech at Newburyport, Mass., D. 43; Doc. 145 Cutler, Elbridge Jefferson, P. 151 D Daly, Charles P., Judge, patriotism of his wife, D. 73; Doc. 135; speech to the 7th Regt., N. Y. S. V., Doc. 273 Dana, U. S. schooner, seized, D. 14 Daniel Webster, steamer, D. 45 Danville (Ky.) Reviarticle on the Baltimore riot of April 19, Doc. 79 The Republic, by W. O. Bourne P. 75 The rising of the North, P. 123 The rising of the people, poem, delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society of Harvard University, by Elbridge Jefferson Cutler, P. 151 The secession flag, P. 15 The Sentinel of the Seventy-first, P. 29 The Seventh, P. 17 The Seventy-ninth, by Thomas Frazer, P. 122 The Shadow and the Substance, P. 128 The Sixth at Baltimore, P.
ly when darkness came was Ewell able in safety to withdraw. ‘Where bugles call and rifles gleam’: illustration for The volunteer The men of the 74th New York Infantry, as they drill in their Camp of 1861, exemplify the martial splendor of Cutler's poem; nor was its hero animated by a more unflinching resolve than they. The regiment's record tells the story. It was organized in New York and till August 20th was stationed at Camp Scott, on Staten Island, as the fifth in Sickles' ‘Excelsias killed on May 3, 1863. At Gettysburg it appeared with ranks thinned by two years of continuous service, yet sustained a loss of eighty-nine. There came a blinding flash, a deafening roar, And dissonant cries of triumph and dismay; Blood trickled down the river's reedy shore, And with the dead he lay. The morn broke in upon his solemn dream, And still, with steady pulse and deepening eye, ‘Where bugles call,’ he said, ‘and rifles gleam, I follow, though I die!’ Elbridge Jefferson