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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), Incidents of the retreat after the panic was stopped. (search)
efenders — shall we force these poor men back to those traitorous masters, to be used behind other batteries for mowing down the soldiers of the Union? The tone of the question was slightly warmed, I imagine, by what the Senator had seen at Bull Run. Allusion was made to the Senator from Kentucky, who had demanded the yeas and nays, and a small shot was fired toward him. Mr. President, said the ex-leader and candidate, rising with great assumption of calm dignity, the Senator from Massachusetts will of course do his duty as he understands it. I, sir, as a Senator from Kentucky, shall endeavor to do mine. [Resumes his seat and the newspaper, which he turns over somewhat conspicuously toward the gentleman on the other side of the house. ] Pearce speaks, half-way, for Maryland. Mr. Clerk Forney presently calls the vote; Trumball, Sumner, Wilson, and others, responding an emphatic Ay; and the chairman remarks that the bill is passed --six Senators voting No. Mr. Tennessee Johns
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), Mr. Julius Bing's Adventures. (search)
him, though it may for the rebels. Col. Corcoran is in Richmond. His wound is a slight one, but he is in delicate health. Among the prisoners at Manassas is Capt. Powers, of a Rhode Island regiment, and a young man named Lawrence, from Massachusetts. An Episcopal chaplain of one of the Maine regiments, named Meirs, we believe, and related to Dr. Pine of this city, won the rebels' hearts by his coolness and courtesy, and probably will be released. His kindness to a little negro boy, wun. Allusion was made to the Senator from Kentucky, who had demanded the yeas and nays, and a small shot was fired toward him. Mr. President, said the ex-leader and candidate, rising with great assumption of calm dignity, the Senator from Massachusetts will of course do his duty as he understands it. I, sir, as a Senator from Kentucky, shall endeavor to do mine. [Resumes his seat and the newspaper, which he turns over somewhat conspicuously toward the gentleman on the other side of the hou
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 92 (search)
ng blow; And the mountain streamlets murmur To many an idle mill, And the women all are praying, In the valley; on the hill! Not theirs the only voices That seek the heavenly ear, Nor theirs alone the bosoms That are torn with hope and fear: From the bondsman's Southern cabin, From the Northern freeman's door, The colored man is watching, As we march to Baltimore. To Baltimore! false city! They that founded her were true; But this perjured generation Found other work to do. The blood of Massachusetts Hath dignified the street, Which should else bear down in story But the marks of traitors' feet! And now, oh! lift them gently, And tenderly bear home, Till within the loved old Bay State Her martyred sons have come. Ye Boston men uncover, As the conquerors pass by! Grand and silent is their triumph, Who for liberty can die. “The Country is in danger!” O God, we look to Thee! It is only by Thy power That a people can be free. To Thee be hearts uplifted, While our firm hands grasp the s
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 104 (search)
John Brown, dead yet Speaketh.--Who Would have dreamed, a year and a half since, that a thousand men in the streets of New York would be heard singing reverently and enthusiastically in praise of John Brown! Such a scene was witnessed on Saturday evening last. One of the new regiments from Massachusetts on its way through this city to the seat of war sang--John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the crave, John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave, John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave, His souls marching on! Glory Hallelujah! Glory Hallelujah! Glory Hallelujah! The stanzas which follow are in the same wild strain: He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord, etc., His soul's marching on! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back, etc., His soul's marching on! His pet lambs will meet him on the way, etc., They go marching on! Seldom, if ever, has New York witnessed such a sight, or heard such strain. No military hero of the present war has be
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 147 (search)
den and street, They rushed the gallant band to meet-- Forgot the cause they came to save-- Forgot that those they struck were brave-- Forgot the dearest ties of blood That bound them in one brotherhood; Forgot the flag that floated o'er Their countrymen in Baltimore. And the great song their son had penned, To rally freemen to defend The banner of the Stripes and Stars, That makes victorious all our wars, Was laughed to scorn, as madly then They greeted all the gallant men Who came from Massachusetts shore To Washington, through Baltimore. And when, with wildest grief, at last, They saw their comrades falling fast, Full on the hell-hounds in their track, They wheeled, and drove the cowards back. Then, with their hearts o'erwhelmed with woe, Measured their progress, stern and slow; Their wounded on their shoulders bore To Washington, through Baltimore. Yet, while New England mourns her dead, The blood by Treason foully shed, Like that which flowed at Lexington, When Freedom's earliest
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 165 (search)
A letter from Fortress Monroe in the New York Commercial Advertiser, says :-- The steamship Cambridge, just in from Boston, has brought not only a supply of munitions of war, but an abundance of intellectual weapons. The Massachusetts boys are in high glee with their letters, books, and papers. Col. Woodruff, of the popular and well-drilled Third regiment Massachusetts volunteers, showed me at his quarters his full files of Atlantics, Harpers, North Americans, and Blackwoods. This is tile way the Old Bay State invades the Old Dominion.--Boston Transcript, June 8.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 209 (search)
Some Massachusetts soldiers stationed at Yonkers,N. Y., went up the river to Tarrytown, and looked at the monument to Andre. Thence they visited the cemetery where repose the remains of the peaceful Washington Irving. A hedge is around the burial plot. Eleven full-length graves are in a row — father, mother, brothers, and sisters. One of the stones is lettered, Washington, son of William and Sarah S. Irving, died Nov. 29, 1859, aged 76 years, 8 months, and 25 days. The soldiers laid each a bunch of roses upon this grave, and a wreath of oak leaves with a written inscription, Offering of Massachusetts volunteers to the memory of Washington Irving, signed by them all, and bearing the (late, was placed upon the headstone. One boy repeated the Memory of the dead, and all plucked a spray of clover from the grave.--N. Y. Tribune, June 30.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 232 (search)
sed on The wings of two centuries, and come down to you: “Forward! to glory ye, Though the road gory be! Strong of arm! let your story be, And swift to pursue!” List! list! to the time-honored voices that loudly Speak from our Mother-land o'er the sad waves,-- From Hampden's dead lips, and from Cromwell's, who proudly Called freemen to palaces — tyrants to graves: “Sons of the Good and Pure! Let not their blood endure The attaint of a brood impure Of cowards and slaves!” And old Massachusetts' hills echo the burden: “Sons of the Pure-in-heart, never give o'er! Though blood flow in rivers, and death be the guerdon, All the sharper your swords be — death welcome the more! Swear ye to sheathe your swords Not, till the heathen hordes On their craven knees breathe the words, The Lord's we restore!” Accursed be the land that shall give ye cold greeting; Cursed in its coffers, and cursed in its fame! And woe to the traitors, feigning friendship, and meeting Your trust wi
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), 117. the Nineteen Hundred. (search)
n front of them, Charging on flank of them, Borne to the rugged bluffs, Nothing to stay them; Swamped in the crazy boats, Plunged in the roaring flood, Wounded and dying; Pelted by leaden hail, Fierce and unsparing, Making their passage good, Many bold swimmers; Many, beneath the wave, Choosing a hero's grave, Fleeing captivity; Gained, at last, the friendly shore, All that were left-left Of Nineteen Hundred. V. Oh, the wild dash they made Over the river! Ne'er shall their glory fade; Massachusetts forever! Bold Californians! Sons of St. Tammany! Joined here your glorious bands Bravely to do and die. Far in the distant years, Still well remembered, Old men, with gushing tears, Will tell the proud story, How, all outnumbered, The brave Nineteen Hundred Fought in that field of death, Fought to their latest breath, For the Union and glory; How from their blood there sprang Thousands to fight again; How the shout of battle rang Far over hill and plain, Till the Stars and Stripes on hig