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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The drummer-boy of the Rappahannock. (search)
, and obtained a secesh flag, a clock, a knife, and a bone ring. On opening a back-door in one of the rebel houses, he found a rebel wounded in the hand, and ordered him to surrender. He did so, and was taken by the boysoldier to the Seventh Michigan. When the drummerboy recrossed the river from Fredericksburgh, General Burnside said to him, in the presence of the army: Boy, I glory in your spunk; if you keep on this way a few more years, you will be in my place. Robert is a native of New-York, but moved with his parents to Michigan when he was an infant. His father died ten or twelve years ago, leaving his mother in destitute circumstances, and with a family of four children to support and educate. About fifteen months ago, our drummer-boy went from Jackson (Michigan) to Detroit, with Captain C. V. Deland, in the capacity of waiter in the Ninth Michigan. With that regiment he went to Louisville, West-Point, Ky., and Elizabethtown, Ky.--at the last-named place he was appointed
Anecdote of Gen. Butler. The following story is told of Gen. Butler: I will not go back to New-Orleans, says the General, unless I can have more troops. Why can't you give me more? We haven't them to give, replied Mr. Lincoln. Then why don't you raise more — put the draft upon New-York — raise that forty thousand who should have been raised in that State last fall? Mr. Seymour says it will not do to draft in New-York, answers Mr. Lincoln. Then I would draft Seymour! asserts Butler. Anecdote of Gen. Butler. The following story is told of Gen. Butler: I will not go back to New-Orleans, says the General, unless I can have more troops. Why can't you give me more? We haven't them to give, replied Mr. Lincoln. Then why don't you raise more — put the draft upon New-York — raise that forty thousand who should have been raised in that State last fall? Mr. Seymour says it will not do to draft in New-York, answers Mr. Lincoln. Then I would draft Seymour! asserts Bu
Arm and out. by Park Benjamin. Arm and out, ye Pennsylvanians; Leave your homesteads, arm and out t Hear ye not the rebel foemen Coming with a mighty shout? In delay lose not a minute; This is not the time for doubt-- Beat your drums and load your muskets; Pennsylvanians, arm and out! Lee is bringing on his cohorts, Ninety thousand strong, about; Meet them, kill them, drive them backward Pennsylvanians, arm and out! Young men, bid adieu to sweethearts, Though they whimper, scold, and pout; Duty calls you now, not dalliance; Pennsylvanians, arm and out! Husbands, quit your wives and children, Social cares and thoughts devout, Pleasure, work, trade, occupation; Pennsylvanians, arm and out! Take your hands from mines and forges, Where free labor made them stout; March, resistless, to the battle; Pennsylvanians, arm and out! Arm and out! your country orders-- Put the rebel ranks to rout; Fight for love, and home, and Union-- Pennsylvanians, arm and out! New-York, June 16, 1868.
rom Rock Spring, the startingpoint of the expedition. There they drove in the enemy's pickets and pursued them for some time. But ascertaining that the enemy, in much superior force, were about surrounding them, they immediately took about ten prominent citizens prisoners as hostages and retreated. The prisoners included Dr. William L. Breckinridge, the President of the college, and his two sons. One of these was John Breckinridge, who a few years ago had a duel with one Leavenworth, of New-York, in Canada, whom he wounded, and at a later time, while editing the Courier in New-Orleans, had another duel with Nixon, the editor of the Crescent, and in which Breckinridge was wounded. The detachment then fell back toward Port Gibsor with the prisoners, traversing a broken country in the night, and skirmishing with the enemy all the way About ten o'clock Major Kiernan, of Wright's regiment, was severely wounded in the shoulder and thrown from his horse. At two A. M. they reached Port
lowly station! To arms! we'll conquer yet! Spiritualism at the white house. Washington, April 28, 1863. A few evenings since, Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, was induced to give a spiritual soiree in the crimson room at the White House, to test the wonderful alleged supernatural powers of Mr. Charles E. Shockle. It was my good fortune, as a friend of the medium, to be present, the party consisting of the President, Mrs. Lincoln, Mr. Welles, Mr. Stanton, Mr. L----of New-York, and Mr. F----of Philadelphia. We took our seats in the circle about eight o'clock, but the President was called away shortly after the manifestations commenced, and the spirits, which had apparently assembled to convince him of their power, gave visible tokens of their displeasure at the President's absence, by pinching Mr. Stanton's ears and twitching Mr. Welles's beard. He soon returned, but it was some time before harmony was restored, for the mishaps to the secretaries caused such bu
face I never saw. If permitted, that boy will yet shame many a pale-face by his superior intellectual power. At the close of the exercises, a little book or primer was presented to each scholar as a present for their attendance and good conduct; and it was pleasing to see with what eagerness and satisfaction each received this first testimonial of scholarship. Nearly three hundred presents were distributed, which were furnished principally through the liberality of Hon. Joseph Hoxie, of New-York, who had visited the schools a few months since, and whose judicious selections were universally commended and his generosity fully appreciated. These children will never forget this occasion. Among the songs by the school, interspersed throughout the exercises — and every child sings in these schools — was the following, which, aside from its intrinsic merit and affecting pathos; was particularly interesting from the fact that just before the rebellion, a congregation of slaves attendi
ave been sales heretofore, but now no one seems ready to buy. I could sell at forty-five cents, but am not willing to sell at that figure, I have concluded to deposit them in a house here, to be disposed of at a fair price, and proceed myself to New-York, as we talked of before my departure from Richmond. Until my return I shall not be able to make any shipment to you. [Probably intends to buy goods in New-York.] The feeling here by residents seems to be in favor of the South, but I do not tNew-York.] The feeling here by residents seems to be in favor of the South, but I do not think it exists any further than dollars and cents are concerned. They are all making money out of the war, and do not care, in my opinion, how long it may last. As to England herself, from what I can see and hear, she is in favor of the South, on account of the gallantry shown by Southern soldiers, and would be willing to recognize her, providing she would emancipate her slaves, which can never be done. Yours, very truly, Henry Woodward.
Heroes of Gettysburgh. Harrisburgh, Pa., Nov. 3, 1863. Frank Moore, Esq.: dear Sir: Perhaps this is too late. Perhaps it is not good enough to appear in the rebellion record. It is nevertheless true, and although its author does not pretend to be a poet, he would wish to record the instance, the singularity of which may attract readers to it, and cause it to be remembered. The hero, Weed, was a citizen of New-York. Of Hazlett I know nothing except that he was a dear friend of Weed's, and in the same regiment, the Fifth United States artillery, a First Lieutenant, and appointed from Ohio. An incident at Gettysburgh. “On to the Round Top!” cried Sykes to his men; “On to the Round Top!” was echoed again; “On to the Round Top!” said noble Steve Weed; Now comes the hour for the Southron to bleed. Weed's fierce artillery foremost in fight; Rebels! prepare ye for death or for flight: Weed's fierce artillery, dreaded of old, Belching destruction — refulgent as gold
Inflammatory Placards. New-York, July 3.--During this afternoon the following inflammatory placard was posted about the city and hung up in conspicuous positions in some of the hotels: attention! Major-General Halleck: The people of the North, West, and East, who are numbered by millions, and who are firm friends of the Administration and Government, have been for months ardently wishing, hoping, praying, and expecting to see some signs of energy and capacity in their rulers, correspondi the nation are undone. P. S.--If you had hung Vallandigham (as you ought to have done) and sent him to be Governor of the copperheads in the infernal regions, you would not have been troubled by the traitorous, cowardly, miserable sneaks and poltroons, who are boring you about him; and who, when they visit Washington, should be impressed into the service of the Government, which they are endeavoring to overthrow — and all the people would say, Amen! one of the people. New-York, June 30, 1863
New-York, July 13. About two years ago, Mrs. Mary Seizgle left this city for the seat of war, with the Forty-first regiment New-York volunteers, of which her husband was a member. She returned on Saturday night last, dressed in a soldier's uniform. The police took her into custody under the act which forbids a woman to walk the streets in male apparel. She was taken to the Twenty-seventh Precinct stationhouse, where it was satisfactorily shown that she had lost all of her clothing in the late battles of Gettys-burgh, and that she had no other alternative but to put on a soldier's uniform. It further appeared that during her two years absence she has rendered herself very useful as hospital nurse. She was sent to the residence of her husband's brother, No. 8 Spring street.