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Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 1,756 1,640 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) 979 67 Browse Search
Elias Nason, McClellan's Own Story: the war for the union, the soldiers who fought it, the civilians who directed it, and his relations to them. 963 5 Browse Search
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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 457 395 Browse Search
Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume I. 449 3 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore) 427 7 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Massachusetts in the Army and Navy during the war of 1861-1865, vol. 1, Mass. officers and men who died. 420 416 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 5 (search)
fancies, In the volunteer sock that I knit. It is all full of prayers and good wishes; Stitch by stitch, as I knit, they're wrought in; In my heart burns the love of the Union-- On my breast is a Stars-and-Stripes pin; So if ever a sock could be loyal, And for a brave volunteer fit, As well as soft, warm, and elastic, It must be this sock that I knit. Ah, if I could only make blankets! They should be of the warmest and best; No night-wind should trouble the soldier, While my blankets lay light on his breast. And I wish that my hands could work faster, And for every gray sock could knit two,-- You men who go forth to the battle Don't know what the women would do. And perchance — who can tell?--the young soldier May turn out a hero, and fight His way to the heart of the Nation, As well as to glory's grand height; And then, when his camp-chest is treasured, And his uniform hung up with care, Like Washington's, guarded and cherished, My gray woollen sock may be there! November, 1861.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 18 (search)
as brought to the door, when the lady told Mr. Wells that the horse was at his service, and would safely carry him through. Said she, Take the horse, and go to Washington. You may leave him with my son --giving his name and residence. If a secessionist meets you, shoot him; if there is more than one, shoot the first, and trust to the horse for the other, for he will soon carry you out of danger. Mr. Wells mounted the horse, and safely reached Washington. He left the horse as directed, and was welcomed by the son as he had been by the mother. While Mr. Wells was waiting, a Unionist of the vicinity came into the house, and said he was about to leave for Washington; that he had sent his family over, and had stayed behind to see if it was possible to save any thing. The lady asked him if he had any money. He said he had not. She then went up stairs, and returning with a purse of silver, gave it to the gentleman, remarking, Take this; you may as well have it as the secessionis
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 43 (search)
ing her Mrs. Curtis, and in fact the name has appeared in our own columns in that shape, but it is a mistake. We do not publish the letter, as Miss Curtis expressly says it is not intended to go into print. She informs us that her business at Washington was to visit her brother, who is a member of Capt. Thomas' Company, we believe, her object being to see for herself how the regiment fared. Her brother had never made any complaints, and she wanted to know how he was faring. After satisfying as induced by him to remain in the vicinity of the camp until the expiration of his sworn term of three months, when he expected to accompany her home. She is now — or was at the time the letter was written — boarding at the Clarendon Hotel in Washington, but will be home in a few days. Miss Curtis says the secesh, as she calls them, did not make much out of her, and adds:--I was determined, if I was to die, to say all I had to say --and we have no doubt she said it. As we have before stated,
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 49 (search)
17. the steamer Connecticut Carrying a regiment through the Highlands. by A. L. Down through our bright mountain passes The Northern wind faintly brings A sound that is sweet and thrilling, And full of unuttered things: It's the brazen clangor of trumpets, And the measured notes of the drum, And cymbals, and fife, and cornet, As onward the volunteers come. There's a “Hail to Columbia” breaking The murmur of woods and rills; And Washington's march is sounding With its war-tramp among the hills. So nearer, and ever nearer,-- And we gather around the door, And stand there in deep heart-silence, As many a time before. Our eyes take but grave, brief notice, Of the brightness of earth and sky,-- There's a more soul-rousing glory In that dark spot passing by. There are young lives freely offered, And prospects and hopes laid down; There are fair heads bared to the death-blow, Or marked for the victor's crown. See where, on their mighty transport, The volunteers crowd the decks, Their black
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 73 (search)
Maury's observations. --A curious discovery was made at the national observatory at Washington, from which Lieut. Maury seceded. On attempting to use some of the instruments for observation, it was found that a large tree had grown up in front of them so as to completely obstruct the view-thus giving conclusive evidence that the instruments have not been used for years! A striking commentary on the manner in which the seceding superintendent discharged his duties. Workmen are now cutting away the mute but unimpeachable witness against him.--N. Y. Tribune, Sept. 11.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 79 (search)
mself served in the war of 1812, and was on duty at Marblehead when the ship Constitution was chased into port by two British seventy-four gun ships. His father, Mr. Simon Norton, who was born at Chester, N. H., 1760, enlisted when fifteen years of age, and served throughout the Revolutionary War. He was in the battles at Bunker's Hill and at Bennington, and went South under General Washington. In 1775 and 1776 he was in Breed's regiment, under Capt. Emerson, of Candia. Henry C., the youngest son, seventeen years old, was in the battle of Bull Run under Colonel Marston, of the New Hampshire Second, and was there wounded by a rifle ball. The ball tore away his hat band, and, glancing along the skull several inches, lodged there and was not extracted till he reached Washington, he walking the whole distance. The next morning the brave young soldier was ready for duty. Neither Mr. Norton nor his father ever received a pension. Such patriotism is worthy of record.--Boston Journal.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 91 (search)
Oct. 10.--A correspondent of the New York Times says: I was to-day informed by a gentleman who was well acquainted with the fact, that in June last Mrs. Jefferson Davis wrote a letter to a colored woman in Washington, in which she stated that before the end of July the rebel Government would be inaugurated in that city, and she be installed as mistress of the White House. The object of the letter was to assure the colored woman that she would be safe to remain in Washington, and to secure hero was well acquainted with the fact, that in June last Mrs. Jefferson Davis wrote a letter to a colored woman in Washington, in which she stated that before the end of July the rebel Government would be inaugurated in that city, and she be installed as mistress of the White House. The object of the letter was to assure the colored woman that she would be safe to remain in Washington, and to secure her services when Mrs. Davis was called to dispense the hospitalities of the Executive Mansion.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 117 (search)
are well calculated to inspire serious and sentimental reflection. The apprehension of parents and friends that military experience leads to dissipation and recklessness, is not, generally, well founded. Many who, at home, are not in the habit of thinking of religion, or of their own future state, meditate profoundly upon these things amid the loneliness of camp life. The following beautiful lines were written by a private in Company G of Stuart's Engineer regiment, at Camp Lesley, near Washington. In explanation of one of the verses of the poem, it is right to state that white rags are frequently scattered along the sentinel's path, of a dark night, to mark his beat.--Philadelphia Press. The Countersign. Alas! the weary hours pass slow, The night is very dark and still, And in the marshes far below, I hear the bearded whip-poor-will; I scarce can see a yard ahead, My ears are strained to catch each sound-- I hear the leaves about me shed, And the springs bubbling through the g
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 119 (search)
d the very last; And we'll wave aloft our banner, With defiance from each mouth, For it is the Freeman's Standard-- “White and Crimson” of the South. III. “They have only twenty thousand, This rebellion they'll regret, They will never stand a battle,” Vide the “Abolition pet;” The New York Tribune has for years been known as “the abolition pet” --throughout the South, and a greater part of the border States. They forget our “Ben McCullough,” Generals “Beauregard” and “Lee,” Who a la Washington are fighting For their rights and liberty. IV. Hark! we hear their myriads coming, See them with their banners flying, “Come, boys, onward now to Richmond!” Hear the vandal wretches crying; List! the martial note is sounded, With “for Dixie,” from each mouth; They but little know thy power, “White and Crimson” of the South. V. Go defend your budding Liberty From the vandal thirsty North, Be adamant in heart as firm, While you call your armies forth,
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 126 (search)
A Prediction fulfilled.--A correspondent of the Cincinnati. Gazette, writing from Nolin, Ky., says: On his memorable journey home from Washington, shortly before his death, Senator Douglas remarked to a distinguished Kentuckian whom he chanced to meet at Indianapolis, I know your man Breckinridge better than you do yourselves. Mark my words, sir; within a year from this time John C. Breckinridge will be a General in the rebel army! The result shows how thoroughly Mr. Douglas did know his former friend. The year is but half passed since the prediction was made, and to-day Mr. Breckinridge holds a position as Brigadier-General in the rebel army under Buckner, at Bowling Green.
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