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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 5 (search)
5. the Swamp Angel. The large Parrott gun used in bombarding Charleston from the marshes of James Island is called the Swamp Angel.--Soldier's Letter. Down in the land of rebel Dixie, Near to the hot-bed of treason, Five miles away from Charleston, Amid the sands of James Island, Swept by the tides of the ocean, Is the Swamp Angel. Can parrot, With plumage as black as a raven, And scream unlike her tropical sisters'-- A hundred-pounder, with terrible voice!-- Be called bird or angel? She'James Island, Swept by the tides of the ocean, Is the Swamp Angel. Can parrot, With plumage as black as a raven, And scream unlike her tropical sisters'-- A hundred-pounder, with terrible voice!-- Be called bird or angel? She's for Freedom, And Uncle Sam! synonymous terms; An angel of vengeance and not of mercy, Come to execute wrath upon the city Whence sprang secession. At night this angel raiseth her voice, And her cry is “woe,” and not “rejoice.” She sendeth far her meteor shell, And it soareth up as if to dwell With the twinkling stars in the fadeless blue; There poiseth itself for the mighty blow, Then downward shoots like a bolt from God: Crushes the dwelling and crimsons the sod! Fire leaps out from its iro
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), The drummer-boy of the Eighth Michigan infantry. (search)
ing forward to the front, during an engagement, with the hospital flag in his hand, to aid in the care of the wounded. Only a peremptory order from a superior officer was able to turn him back to the rear, and there, when the wounded were brought in, he worked all night, and the next day, carrying water and bandages and lint, and lighting up the sorrowfulness of the hour by his boyish but unfailing kindness. Never was he more serviceable than during a battle. At the terrible battle of James's Island, in an assault on the fort, his beloved Captain, always foremost in the fight, had climbed to the parapet of the fort, when a shot struck him, and he fell backward, and was seen no more. Now was Charlie indeed bereaved — his teacher, captain, friend, father, lover, dead on the battle-field, and even the poor satisfaction denied his friends of burying his remains. His letters after this event, are one long wail of sorrow — he could not be comforted — and yet, always thoughtful for other<