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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 61 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 195 (search)
The Ancestry of Gen. Beauregard.--When Col. Fremont became a kind of great man and was a candidate to the Presidency of the United States, the Canadians were loud in claiming the adventurous Pathfinder of the Rocky mountains as a countryman of theirs. He was born in their country, said they, on the lovely banks of the Ottawa River, and Dr. Fremont, of Quebec University, is his uncle. A few years later, when Garibaldi conquered the two Sicilies with a handful of Italian patriots, the Canadians were up once more, stating, with the most comical earnestness, that the Nicean hero was not a white man, but an Indian of mixed breed, born in one of the old p
tic one of Beauregard, and henceforth signed Pierre Toutan de Beauregard.
Thus, we may see one day, two generals of alleged French Canadian extraction-Jean Charles Fremont and Pierre Toutan de Beauregard-at the head of powerful armies, one from the Northern States and the other from this Confederacy, contending with each other o
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 322 (search)
114. Fremont's battle-hymn. by James G. Clark. Oh, spirits of Washington, Warren, and Wayne! Oh, shades of the heroes and patriots slain! Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold, And smile on the banner ye cherished of old; Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife, Like legions sent forth from the armies of life; Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breeze, When the white fleets, like snowflakes, are drank by the seas. As the red lightning run on the black jagged cloud, Ere the thunder-king speaks from his wind-woven shroud, So gleams the bright steel along valley and shore, Ere the combat shall startle the land with its roar. As the veil which conceals the clear starlight is riven, When clouds strike together, by warring winds driven, So the blood of the race must be offered like rain, Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again. Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows, Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes, Ye have turne