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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 103 (search)
7, called Shay's insurrection, in Massachusetts. The third was in 1794, popularly called The whisky insurrection of Pennsylvania. The fourth was in 1814, by the Hartford Convention Federalists. The fifth--on which occasion the different sections of the Union came into collision — was in 1820, under the administration of President Monroe, and occurred on the question of the admission of Missouri into the Union. The sixth was a collision between the Legislature of Georgia and the Federal Government, in regard to certain lands, given by the latter to the Creek Indians. The seventh was in 1820, with the Cherokees, in Georgia. The eighth was the memorable nullifying ordinance of South Carolina, in 1832. The ninth was in 1842, and occurred in Rhode Island, between the Suffrage Association and the State authorities. The tenth was in 1856, on the part of the Mormons, who resisted Federal authority. The eleventh, the present (1861) rebellion in the Southern States.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 111 (search)
March 31.--Mr. George N. Sanders telegraphed to-day from Montgomery, a special despatch to the N. Y. Tribune, that Newport is again to become the commercial rival of New York. If Sprague is elected Governor of Rhode Island, that plucky little State will at once abandon the old hulk of the Union, offering at once a commercial depot and a summer residence for Southerners. The estimated value of the traffic thus diverted from New York, may be set down at $50,000,000 annually, so long as the latter remains in the Union. Fort Pickens will soon be reduced to the same condition as Fort Sumter. Glorious account come from all parts of the New Confederation.--New York Tribune, April 1.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 208 (search)
74. the departure. The gallant young men of Rhode Island Are marching, in haste, to the wars; Full-girded for strife, they are hazarding life In defence of our Banner of Stars. That flag is in danger from Treason, Disowned and dishonored by States, Whose blazon of stars may be turned into scars, If the great Northern Legion but waits. Oh, eyes that are weary with weeping, For husbands, and brothers, and sons, Who are marching away, for many a day, To face that which no true hero shuns: Look up to the Star-spangled Banner; Shall one ray of its glory be lost? Then dry every tear, change weeping to cheer, For the brave men whose swords have been crossed In the patriot oath to defend it From Treason, and Faction's wild lust; Be proud they are true to their flag and to you, And in them, and their God, put your trust. Look on to the day, when, returning With victory crowned, from the fray, Their shouts shall burst forth--“O'er the South and the North Waves the Star-spangled Banner
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 262 (search)
81. the gathering. Forward! onward! far and forth! An earthquake shout awakes the North. Forward! Massachusetts hears that cry-- Hears, and gives the swift reply, Forward! Pennsylvania draws her sword, Echoes from her hills the word, Forward! Brave New York is up and ready, With her thirty thousand steady,-- Forward! Small Rhode Island flies to arms, Shouting at the first alarms, Forward Illinois and Indiana Shriek, as they unroll our banner, Forward! Not behind the rest in zeal, Hear Ohio's thunder-peal, Forward! From Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine, Comes the same awakening strain, Forward! Old Connecticut is here, Ready to give back the cheer, Forward! Minnesota, though remote, Swells the free, inspiring note, Forward! Iowa and Michigan, Both are ready to a man-- Forward! Not the last in honor's race, See Wisconsin come apace-- Forward! Delaware, New Jersey, rise And put on their martial guise. Forward! Onward! On! a common cause Is yours — your liberties and laws.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 272 (search)
April 23.--Massachusetts and Rhode Island have won the praise and the blessing of all men. The sons of Massachusetts lay dead in the streets of Baltimore on the anniversary of the battle of Lexington, before a single regiment of New York had crossed the border between the slave and the free States. Soldiers of Massachusetts have made their way to Havre de Grace, seized a steamboat, reached Annapolis, and taken a position by which they could keep open a road to Washington, before a single troop of New York soldiers had found a passage into the enemy's country. Troops from Massachusetts and Rhode Island have been sent by sea, and were thrown into Fort Monroe, commanding Norfolk, while the authorities at Albany were debating upon the proper official steps to be taken in regard to the President's Proclamation. God save the Commonwealth of Massachusetts! --the State that compromise was to leave out of the new Confederacy I and blessings be upon the State of Roger Williams, so confide
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 321 (search)
The Boston Traveller recites the following story, told by one of the New York Seventh Regiment:-- While in Maryland, I wandered off one day, and came to a farm-house, where I saw a party of Rhode Island boys talking with a woman who was greatly frightened. They tried in vain to quiet her apprehensions. They asked for food, and she cried, Oh, take all I have, take every thing, but spare my sick husband. Oh, said one of the men, we ain't going to hurt you; we want something to eat. But the woman persisted in being frightened in spite of all efforts to reassure her, and hurried whatever food she had on the table. When, however, she saw this company stand about the table with bared heads, and a tall, gaunt man raise his hand and invoke God's blessing on the bounties spread before them, the poor woman broke down with a fit of sobbing and crying. She had no longer any fears, but bade them wait, and in a few moments had made hot coffee in abundance. She then emptied their cant
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 341 (search)
107. little Rhody. Of all the true host that New England can boast, From down by the sea unto highland, No State is more true, or more willing to do, Than dear little Yankee Rhode Island. Loyal and true little Rhody! Bully for you, little Rhody! Governor Sprague was not very vague, When he said, “Shoulder arms! little Rhody!” Not backward at all at the President's call, Nor yet with the air of a toady, The gay little State, not a moment too late, Sent soldiers to answer for Rhody. Loyal te, And regular fighting dread-naughters! Loyal and true little Rhody! Bully for you, little Rhody! Governor Sprague was not very vague, When he said, “Shoulder arms! little Rhody!” Let traitors look out, for there's never a doubt That Uncle Abe's army will trip 'em; And as for the loud Carolinian crowd, Rhode Island alone, sir, can whip 'em! Loyal and true little Rhody! Bully for you, little Rhody! Governor Sprague is a very good egg, And worthy to lead little Rhody! --N. Y. Sunday M
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 564 (search)
hat shook the land, the guns of Sumter spoke: Wake! sons of heroes, wake! the age of heroes dawns again; Truth takes in hand her ancient sword, and calls her loyal men. Lo! brightly o'er the breaking day shines Freedom's holy star, Peace cannot cure the sickly time. All hail, the healer, War.! That call was heard by Plymouth rock; 'twas heard in Boston bay; Then up the piny streams of Maine sped on its ring: ing way; New Hampshire's rocks, Vermont's green hills, it kindled into flame; Rhode Island felt her mighty soul bursting her little frame: The Empire City started up, her golden fetters rent, And, meteor-like, across the North, the fiery message sent; Over the breezy prairie lands, by bluff and lake it ran, Till Kansas bent his arm, and laughed to find himself a man; Then on, by cabin and by camp, by stony wastes and sands, It ran exultant down the sea where the Golden City stands. And wheresoe'er the summons came, there rose an angry din, As when upon a rocky coast a stormy ti