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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 6 (search)
Centreville, Va., August 25.--Captain Ned Gillinglingham, of company B, Thirteenth New-York cavalry, with an escort of eight sergeants, whilst going from camp near Centreville as bearer of despatches to Washington, on the twenty-third instant, was met on the road near Allandale, about two o'clock P. M., by a detachment of the Second Massachusetts cavalry, the Sergeant of the latter asking Captain Gillingham if they need apprehend any danger, to which Captain Gillingham replied: So far, we have not met with any obstruction. Captain Gillingham had scarcely gone over four hundred yards, when he was met by a party of Mosby's cavalry, consisting of about one hundred men, by whom he was ordered, under fire, to halt. Captain Gillingham, taking them for our own troops, (as they were dressed similar to his own men,) replied, Hold up firing — you are fools — you are firing on Government troops, to which the captain of said troops replied: Surrender there, you Yankee----. Captain Gillingh
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 8 (search)
Victory or Annihilation.--Doctor Elliot, the Bishop of Georgia, in a late sermon preached in Savannah, exhibits the alternative before ns, in a few sentences pregnant with all the fire of a prophet and a patriot. These are, indeed, words that burn: Forward, my hearers, with our shields locked and our trust in God, is our only movement now. It is too late even to go backward. We might have gone backward a year ago, when our armies were victoriously thundering at the gates of Washington, and were keeping at successful bay the Hessians of the West, had we been content to bear humiliation for ourselves and degradation for our children. But even that is no longer left us. It is now victory or unconditional submission; submission, not to the conservative and Christian people of the North, but to a party of infidel fanatics, with an army of needy and greedy soldiers at their backs. Who shall be able to restrain them in their hour of victory? When that moment approaches, when th
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 16 (search)
A Secassionist Trick.--The New-Orleans Times of the twenty-eighth of October says; We have been sold, most egregiously sold; as many other good and respectable people have been before us. Some ingenious person, signing himself or herself Emily M. Washington, sent us really a beautiful patriotic poem — when read in the usual way — which we published in our Sunday's issue, but which turned out to be an acrostic of the most abominable rebel character. By reading the first letters of each line, and adding he last line of each stanza, we get the following: Sink, sink the Stars and Stripes for ever! Lord, fail the Bannered Cross? Oh! never! Waft, waft the murdered brave to glory, Who 'neath that flag, in battle gory, Denounce the Stars and Stripes for ever! The New-Orleans Era says indignantly: If by such arts of cunning our contemporary expects to fan into a flame the expiring embers of secessionism in this city, it will signally fail. Here follows the p
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 17 (search)
6. the Stars and Stripes for ever. by Emily M. Washington. Since first our banner bright unfurled Its crimson folds of glory, No flag e'er floated yet that could Keep peace with ours in story! Sink, sink the hand of treason, then, Its greatness now would smother! No earthly power that flag shall mar, King, prince, or any other. The Stars and Stripes for ever! ‘Long many a crimson field of fame-- O'er decks grown red for honor-- Round Bunker's Hill and Brandywine, Danced that old veteran banner! For rebels' gain, and freedom's bane, All wrong, but subtle reason, In spite of Right shall Wrong, grown bold, Lift up that rag of treason-- The bannered Cross! Oh! never! When darkness draped our country's sky, And none could comfort borrow From scourging foes and scowling woes, That flag sprang forth in sorrow! Wrong gave the Stripes — hope wrought the Stars-- Ah! those old grandsires able, From pain to hallowed peace, at last, They passed — the good, the noble, The murdered brave — to
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 74 (search)
37. confederate song of Freedom. by Emily M. Washington. March on, ye children of the brave, Descendants of the free! On to the hero's bloody grave Or glorious Liberty! On, on — with clashing sword and drum, The foe!--they come! they come!--strike home, For more than safety, or for life, For more than mother, child, or wife, Strike home for Liberty! Charge, charge! nor shed the pitying tear, Too long hath mercy plead! Charge, charge! and share the hero's bier, Or strike the foeman dead! Charge, charge! for more than vital gains, Strike home and rend the freeman's chains, For more than safety, or for life, For more than mother, child, or wife, Strike home for Liberty! Draw, draw — by every hope this hour That animates the brave! Draw!--strike!--and rend the foeman's power Or fill the patriot's grave! Strike — die — or conquer with the free, Strike home, strike home, for Liberty-- For more than glory, safety, life, For more than mother, child, or wife, Strike home for L
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 91 (search)
onversation sprang up respecting ballads for soldiers. The General maintained that hardly one had been written suited for the camp. It was agreed that each of them should write one. The following is that of General Wallace: When good old Father Washington Was just about to die, He called our Uncle Samuel Unto his bedside nigh: “This flag I give you, Sammy dear,” Said Washington, said he; “Where'er it floats, on land or wave, My children shall be free.” And fine old Uncle Samuel He took tWashington, said he; “Where'er it floats, on land or wave, My children shall be free.” And fine old Uncle Samuel He took the flag from him, And spread it on a long pine pole, And prayed and sung a hymn-- A pious man was Uncle Sam Back fifty years and more; The flag should fly till judgment-day, So, by the Lord, he swore! And well he kept that solemn oath; He kept it well, and more: The thirteen stars first on the flag Soon grew to thirty-four; And every star bespoke a State, Each State an empire won: No brighter were the stars of night Than those of Washington. Beneath that flag two brothers dwelt; To both 'tw
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 131 (search)
61. is this the land of Washington? by I. Q. Awood. Is this the land of Washington, For which our patriot-fathers bled, Whose mighty strides to freedom shook Tie continent beneath their tread? Is the land of Knox and Green-- Of Marion, Stark, and mighty Wayne, Who hurled the despot from our.shores, And dashed to earth his galliWashington, For which our patriot-fathers bled, Whose mighty strides to freedom shook Tie continent beneath their tread? Is the land of Knox and Green-- Of Marion, Stark, and mighty Wayne, Who hurled the despot from our.shores, And dashed to earth his galling chain? Were these our sires — are we the sons Of men whose fame hath filled the earth? And have we dwarfed and dwindled thus, To mock the majesty of birth? Arise! ye heroes of the past! Where mould your bones by many a steep, Behold the sons that heir your fame-- Behold your progeny and weep! Were such, with old Laconia's son, (for two were fought on the same (lay and on the same field) General Stark, of New-Hampshire, commanded. The men who fought at Bennington? Is this the land of Washington, That warmed the patriot's sanguine dreams, Where Liberty made bright her shield, And nursed her eaglets in its gleams? Where Bunker Hill and Monmouth field Sho