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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 34 (search)
will have flowed in their streets. When cold and hunger begin their work, this deluded rabble will ask alms at the doors of the rich, with pike and firebrand in their hands. Our Northern enemies will then find that they have business enough to attend to at their own doors, without troubling themselves about keeping forts on Southern soil. They have got the wolf by the ears, and they have a fair prospect of being bit, unless we are charitable enough to take the beast off their hands. If the North can furnish bread for its paupers for the next five months, well. If not, their rulers will answer for it in blood. It was simply the want of bread that brought Louis XVI. to the guillotine; and New York, as well as Paris, can furnish her Theroign de Maricourt, who may sing her carmagnole up Broadway with Seward's head upon a pike. Our Northern enemies are locked up with their million of operatives for the winter, and how they are to be kept quiet no man can tell.--Charleston Courier.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 54 (search)
n of January 4th. Lying on my couch a night or two ago, I had a solemn vision of penitential woe; Of that great time of fasting and of humiliation Proposed by pious James unto our sinful nation. All the stores were closed, the whole length of Broadway, As on that great occasion, the Prince's procession day, And the solemn chimes of Trinity through the air began to swim, Tolling the grand Old Hundred and Luther's Judgment Hymn. Ah, soon the great procession moved slowly from the Park; 'Twas hwas still the bands took up the wail-- (The drums and bugles wore crape as deep as a widow's veil)-- And the players moved along, solemn and slowly all, To the music of Roslin Castle and the Dead March in Saul. The route of the procession was up Broadway to Grace, Where prayers were to be offered befitting the desperate case; But a breakfast-bell rang near me, and roused by its thrilling stroke, Just on the corner of Tenth street, I lost the vision and woke. Catharine Ledyard. --Evening Post,
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 221 (search)
At New York, a matronly lady, accompanied by her son, a fine youth of about nineteen years, entered a gun store on Broadway, and purchased a full outfit for him. Selecting the best weapons and other articles for a soldier's use, that could be found in the store, she paid the bill, remarking, with evident emotion, This, my son, is all that I can do. I have given you up to serve your country, and may God go with you! It is all a mother can do. The incident attracted considerable attention, and tearful eyes followed this patriotic mother and her son, as they departed from the place.--N. Y. Times, April 29.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 227 (search)
at an American flag should wave from the very apex of the spire of the Church, at a height of 260 feet from the ground. Several persons offered to undertake the dangerous feat, but on mounting by the interior staircase to the highest window in the steeple, thought they would scarcely have nerve enough to undertake it. At last, William O'Donnell and Charles McLaughlin, two young painters in the employ of Richard B. Fosdick of Fifth avenue, decided to make the attempt. Getting out of the little diamond-shaped window about half way up, they climbed up the lightning-rod on the east side of the spire, to the top. Here one of the men fastened the pole securely to the cross, although quite a gale was blowing at the time. The flag thus secured, the daring young man mounted the cross, and, taking off his hat, bowed to the immense crowd which were watching his movements from Broadway. As the flag floated freely in the air, they burst into loud and repeated cheers.--N. Y. Tribune, April 26.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 371 (search)
A tall, splendid-looking man, dressed in the uniform of the Allen Greys, Vermont, stood conversing with a friend on Broadway. He was entirely unconscious that his superior height was attracting universal attention, until a splendid barouche drove up to the sidewalk, and a young man sprang from it and grasped his hand, saying, You are the most splen-did specimen of humanity I ever saw. I am a Southerner, but my heart is with the Union; if it were not, such noble-looking fellows as yourself would enlist me in the cause. The subject of the remark, although surprised, was perfectly self-possessed, and answered the cordial greeting of the young Southerner with warm enthusiasm. He was several inches above six feet, and his noble, open countenance, beamed with the ancient patriotism of the Green Mountain Boys, of which he was so fine a specimen. He had walked fifteen miles from the village of Chittenden to enlist, and was the only representative of that village; but he was a host in h