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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 2 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 66 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 111 (search)
A Union soldier died at St. Louis of wounds received at Fort Donelson.
He was from Iowa, and his funeral was held in the capital of that State.
His dying injunction was, that no enemy of his country, secessionist or abolitionist, should be permitted to touch his body.--Chicago Times.
The repugnance of that soldier to abolitionism — his detestation of it — is not singular, but is shared in by three fourths of the army.
The feeling is increasing in intensity every day.--Ohio Statesman, May
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 132 (search)
40.
Bragg's last order to Wheeler: after the Second Fort Donelson defeat.
Mitte Sectari, rosa quo locorum
Sera moretur.
. . . . . .
----Me sub areta vite bibentem.
Horace: Ode XXXVIII.
headquarters Tullahoma, February 14, 1863.
I hate, my boy Wheeler, old Abe's apparatus, Of hemp garlands twisted to choke our afflatus. Cease to rove where that Stanley the devil is playing, Nor scout near the spot where Old rosy is staying. Fort Donelson's sold to Uncle Sam, For bloodhoun14, 1863.
I hate, my boy Wheeler, old Abe's apparatus, Of hemp garlands twisted to choke our afflatus. Cease to rove where that Stanley the devil is playing, Nor scout near the spot where Old rosy is staying. Fort Donelson's sold to Uncle Sam, For bloodhounds can't butt with a Federal ram. My sedulous care is to make my escape And drink myself tight with a little more grape. You're rather Lowe-flung, and have shown the white rag, And I'm nearly played out-- Your old friend, Braxton Bragg.