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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 56 (search)
New York, Aug. 9.--A letter received in this city from Atlanta, Ga., gives this incident of the battle at Stone Bridge: A staff officer from Charleston, engaged in the battle of the 21st of July, says: I rode out the day after the battle to view the ground, and passed piles of dead in various positions. Under a large tree I saw a body lying, very handsomely dressed, with a fancy sword, and a handker-chief over the face. It attracted my curiosity. I stopped, removed the handkerchief, and saw one of the handsomest faces I ever met with, of a boy not more than twelve or fourteen years old. His appearance and dress indicated high social position; probably he was a temporary aid to some general officer. To ascertain who lie was, I examined his pockets, and found a Testament, in which was written, James Simmons, New York. From his loving mother. My son, remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth. I wished very much to take the body away, but I was six miles f
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), 70. the Recaptured flag. (search)
70. the Recaptured flag. The following lines were suggested by an event which occurred during the battle of Stone Bridge. In the heat of the engagement the colors of the Sixty Ninth regiment, New York State Militia, were captured by the enemy, but while in the hands of two of the rebels, the attention of Capt. Wildey, of the New York Fire Zouaves, was drawn to the incident; he immediately fired, and succeeded in killing both of the insurgents, and recapturing the flag. When sacrilegious rebel hands, With rage and deadly hate, Had rudely grasped our sacred flag, Their doom was sealed by fate. A hero bravely perils life To save it from the foe, He stood amid the battle strife And laid the traitor low. Nor turned he, though the rebel horde, With cunning, like their snake, From batteries masked their fire had poured On all within their rake. The foemen numbered twice the strength Of ours, upon that day; Yet, when the gallant soldier went, He bore his flag away. We hail with pri