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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 98 (search)
Munchausenism.--The rebel version of the defeat of Humphrey Marshall, near Prestonburg, Kentucky, is, that he was retreating with a force of three thousand five hundred men before a force of eight thousand Federal troops, when the Federals came upon him in a narrow gorge, and a desperate struggle took place. A Lynchburg (Va.) despatch says: Colonel Moore's regiment charged the enemy. A hand-to-hand conflict ensued, which lasted half an hour. The Federals fought gallantly, but finally broke and run in Bull Run style. Marshall's force, being exhausted and so much smaller than the enemy, fell back to Prestonburg. The confederate loss is twenty-five killed and fifteen wounded. The enemy lost over two hundred. No wonder that the Confederate Congress is considering (if it has not passed) a stringent law to restrain newspapers from publishing any more war news. National Intelligencer, Jan. 25.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 114 (search)
uth must — shall be free-- No Northern shackles will be worn, To them we'll bow no knee; From hill to hill, exultant, shrill, Our battle-cry rings forth: Freedom or death on every breath, And hatred to the North. Cease not to smile, brave Southern girls, On all our efforts to be free-- Whilst life remains, we'll struggle on, Till all the world shall see That those who fight for home and right Can never be enslaved; Their blood may stain the battle-plain; Our country must be saved. Mr. Frank Moore: The above poem (though rudely 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 <
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 191 (search)
The Rev. Dr. Moore, of Richmond, Va., delivered a lecture in that city on the origin and meaning of words, in which many curious facts were developed, among which were that the word Davis means, God with us, and that Lincoln, when subjected to etymological analysis, means, on the verge of a precipice.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 218 (search)
corses, Ere a man of them will fly.” Then the glittering rifles shower Leaden hail on rebel hordes; ‘Fore those sacks of blue they cower-- “Rebel, fear'st thou mud-sill lords?” Four long hours we fought; the flying Rebels then gave o'er the strife; Each poor fellow inly sighing: “Jersey bullet, spare my life!” Blood and corpses tell the story Of the Ninth's heroic might. Brave and firm it stood: “let glory Wreathe its brows with laurel bright!” Jersey Ninth, so great and glorious, Raise on high thy flag unstained; Write upon it, twice victorious, Roanoke and Newbern gained! Bethlehem, May 15, 1862. Mr. Frank Moore: Sir: The author of this poem was a soldier of the Ninth regiment of New-Jersey volunteers. He participated in the battles of Roanoke and Newbern. He was wounded in the latter engagement, and when lying in the hospital (where he soon after died) he dictated this ode on the victories at Roanoke and Newbern to one of his companions. Yours, L