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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore) 6 0 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 263 (search)
99. the sons of old Luzerne. by M. L. T. Hartman. All honor to our Luzerne boys, Who volunteered to save our land! Who left kind friends and fireside joys, To join the patriotic band. When freedom's blast was issued forth From our Republic's capitol, And woke the millions of the North To answer to their country's call-- Then LuzLuzerne's noble sons it found, Immersed in trade; in works of skill; In the deep mines; in lore profound; In pleading law, for others' will; In farming, too, were many more, Each busy in his peaceful home, Who ne'er had taken thought before, That soldier he should e'er become. But when our country, in her need, Proclaimed that treason must be crushed, The Luzerne patriot sons gave heed, And forth, to offer help, they rushed. Each branch of trade sent forth her men, Our Laws and Liberties to save; Merchants and Miners, equal then, Ploughmen and Printers, all were brave. The Lawyer left his client's cause; The Student laid his book aside; Mechanics, to support ou
Adam Badeau, Grant in peace: from Appomattox to Mount McGregor, a personal memoir, Chapter 35: (search)
iations that scholars prize had no charm for Grant. There was little room in his nature for sentiment, though abundance of genuine feeling. At Homburg they dug up the grave of a Roman soldier for the American who had fought in a region the Romans never heard of, and Grant was attentive to the coins and the weapons in the tomb, but unmoved by the strangeness of the spectacle—the exhuming of a forgotten warrior for the inspection of another still in the prime of his renown. So, too, on Lake Luzerne, though he was never indifferent to mountains, the railroad on the Righi interested him far more than the famous scenery, and he examined the highway of the Axenstrasse more carefully than the chapel of William Tell. At Cadenabbia he refused to visit the Villa Carlotta to see the marbles of Canova and Thorwaldsen, and at Berne he was vexed with his son, Jesse, and with me, because we insisted on viewing the Cathedral. He said we had seen Cologne and Mayence and Brussels, why should we