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nt in the fact that it was a contest between Kentuckians and the invaders. On Saturday night, the 26th ultimo, Colonel Burbridge, of the infantry at Camp Silas Miller, (Colonel Jackson being absent,) received a despatch from Colonel McHenry, at Hartford, stating that he anticipated an attack upon that point, and asking for reinforcements. Colonel Burbridge, with one hundred and twenty-five of his infantry, one hundred of Jackson's cavalry, and two six-pounders and one artillery squad under Captain Somerby, left here Sunday morning at nine o'clock, and encamped at Hartford that night. Next morning, being joined by eighty men of Colonel McHenry's command, under Captain Morton, they took up the line of march for Bora's Ferry, on Green River, which they reached before night, and sent out scouts to ascertain the strength and position of the enemy on the other side of the river, who returned about one o'clock with the desired information. Captain Morton, of McHenry's regiment, and Lieu
Benjamnin F. Butler, Butler's Book: Autobiography and Personal Reminiscences of Major-General Benjamin Butler, Chapter 7: recruiting in New England. (search)
id he, whom do you want for colonel of your regiment? I want Mr. Henry Deming, late mayor of Hartford. Be it known that Mr. Deming was with me at the Charleston convention. He was a thorough Democrat, and even a little more pronounced on the slavery question than I was. As mayor of Hartford he had called the city council together to consult if my troops should be allowed to go through HartfHartford on the way to the war. He was a true, loyal man, who did not believe in having a war, but who was a patriot to the core. He died the first Republican representative to Congress that was ever elecway in raising his men and nominating the officers, because I want a Democratic regiment out of Hartford. I hope you will get it and another one too, said the governor; and then to Deming: If you w regiment, something more than eight hundred men, all Irishmen, enlisted and encamped here near Hartford. I cannot get the regiment up to a thousand men so as to have it mustered in and have officers
y? Are ye all there? Are ye all there, In your shining homes on high? “Count us! Count us,” was their answer, As they dazzled on my view, In glorious perihelion, Amid their field of blue. I cannot count ye rightly; There's a cloud with sable rim; I cannot make your number out, For my eyes with tears are dim. Oh! bright and blessed Angel, On white wing floating by, Help me to count, and not to miss One star in my country's sky! Then the Angel touched mine eyelids, And touched the frowning cloud; And its sable rim departed, And it fled with murky shroud. There was no missing Pleiad, 'Mid all that sister race; The Southern Cross gleamed radiant. forth, And the Pole-Star kept its place. Then I knew it was the Angel Who woke the hymning strain That at our dear Redeemer's birth Pealed out o'er Bethlehem's plain; And still its heavenly key-tone My listening country held, For all her constellated stars The diapason swelled. Hartford, Conn. L. H. S. --Boston Transcript, January
plied and spread, Till Freedom's amaranthine crown Enwreath'd our country's head. Yet, when the born of Lexington, Who kept their natal day, Were writing fourscore years and six Upon their annals gray, The Bay State bled at Baltimore,-- Wherefore, I may not speak; For sad and tender memories rush From heart to moisten'd cheek. And sighs of buried fathers break The cold, sepulchral bed, And hideous harpies clap their wings When brothers' blood is shed: And stars that in their courses sang, Their constellations shroud, And wind-borne echoes cry forbear! From yonder cloven cloud: While contrite souls from holy church And shaded hearth-stone pray, That He who rules above the skies, Would turn his wrath away, And rule the spirit that of old The Shepherd Abel slew, And link the hands in loving clasp, Now red with battle dew; Yes, all our Nation's sins remit, And bid His judgments cease, And in His own good time restore The blessed balm of peace. L. H. S. Hartford, Conn., April 19th.
at ancient green was reddened-- It is six and eighty years this very day. Six and eighty years-and it seemed but a memory-- Little left of all that glory — so we thought-- Only the old fire-locks hung on farm-house chimneys, And rude blades the village blacksmith wrought. Only here and there a white head that remembers How the Frocks of Homespun stood against King George-- How the hard hands stretched them o'er the scanty embers When the sleet and snow came down at Valley Forge. Ah me, how long we lay, in quiet and in error, Till the Snake shot from the coil he had folded on our hearth-- Till the Dragon-Fangs had sprouted, o'erhatched of hate and terror, And hell, in armed legions, seemed bursting from the earth. Once more, dear Brother-State! thy pure, brave blood baptizes Our last and noblest struggle for freedom and for right-- It fell on the cruel stones!-but an awful Nation rises In the glory of its conscience, and the splendor of its might. H. H. B. --Hartford (Conn.) Pres
lain, “The Hand that transplanted, that Hand will sustain.” Qui transtulit sustinet! On the broad fold Of Connecticut's banner this motto's enrolled, And flashed to the sunlight on morning's bright wings, A promise of glory and honor it brings! The promise of One who ne'er promised in vain, “The Hand that transplanted, that Hand will sustain.” Aye! and surely it has well sustained us thus far, In Peace and in Plenty, in Want and in War. When the foe has attacked us in battle array, Then Connecticut's sons have stood first in the fray; And faith in that watchword inspires us again, For “He who transplanted, will ever sustain.” And now, in the darkness of Treason's black night, 'Neath the folds of that banner we strike for the right! For the Bight! 'tis our country were marching to save,-- The dear Flag of the Union in triumph stall wave! Faith swells in each heart; Hope fires every vein! “And Thou who transplanted, oh! always sustain!” --Hartford (Conn.) Homes
, Who steadfast by thy cradle watched, And poured the ardent prayer. Thou shouldst not to her banded foes Have lent thy ready ear, Nor seen them desolate her joys Without a filial tear; Though all beside her banner-fold Had trampled down and rent, Thou shouldst have propp'd its shattered staff With loyalty unspent; Though all beside had recreant proved, Thou shouldst have stood to aid, Like Abdiel, dreadless seraph, Alone, yet undismayed. Who sleepeth at Mount Vernon, In the glory of his fame? Yet, go in silent infamy, Nor dare pronounce his name, For thou hast of their sacred force, His farewell counsels reft, And help'd to scatter to the winds The rich bequest he left; And in the darkest trial-hour, Forsook the endangered side, And, ere the cock crew thrice, thy true Discipleship denied. Oh! that the pitying Prince of Peace On thee his glance might bend, And from remediless remorse Preserve our long-loved friend. Hartford, Conn., May 21, 1861. --National Intelligencer, June 8.
D. 103; American flag raised at, D. 104; reasons for its evacuation, Doc. 415 Harrington, —, chancellor of Delaware, D. 103 Harris, Isham G., Gov. of Tenn., his reply to Cameron, D. 39; seizes Tennessee bonds, D. 49; announces a league of that State with the Confederates, D. 61; message of May 7, Doc. 201 Harrisburg, Pa., first rendezvous for Pa. troops, D. 27 Harsen, Jacob, M. D., Doc. 311 Hart, Peter, at Fort Sumter, P. 41 Hart, Roswell, D. 103 Hartford, Conn., D. 28 Hartwell, —, Capt., of Mobile, Ala., D. 44 Harvard Medical School, D. 52 Havana, Southern Commissioners at, P. 42; the Confederate flag in, P. 55 Havemeyer, Wm. F. Doc. 104 Hawkins, Rush C., Colonel, Ninth Regt., N. Y. S. V. D. 93; Doc. 339 Haxsey, Thomas B., D. 75 Hayne, Col., received by President Buchanan, D. 14, 16 Heartt, Jonas C., D. 27 Height of Impudence, Parson Brownlow's definition of, P. 26 Henry, Alexander, of Pa., Doc
in the Fort in one of the casemates. It had been taken from the wreck of the steamer Union which went ashore on Bogue beach and was wrecked at the time of the Port Royal expedition. The flag of the confederates was presented by Gen. Burnside to the Fifth battalion, to be transmitted to Gov. Sprague for the State of Rhode Island. But for the accident that the Fifth had relieved the Eighth Connecticut the previous evening, the captured flag would have gone to grace the legislative halls at Hartford. A message was despatched at once for the Fourth Rhode Island, and sentries were posted on the drawbridge to prevent the entrance of our men into the Fort to disturb the garrison while engaged in packing up their effects. In the course of an hour, the Fourth was marching up the beach, past the batteries, with the regimental colors flying, and Capt. Joe Green's band at their head playing the national airs. The regiment was halted at the foot of the slope, and the band played the Star-Sp
e way being comparatively open before him. We commenced the bombardment of Fort Jackson on the eighteenth, and continued it without intermission until the squadron made preparations to move. The squadron was formed in three lines to pass the forts. Capt. Bailey's division, composed of the following vessels, leading to the attack of Fort St. Philip: Cayuga, Pensacola, Mississippi, Oneida, Varuna, Katahdin, Kineo, Wissahickon; Flag-Officer Farragut leading the following, (second line:) Hartford, Brooklyn, Richmond; and Commander Bell leading the third division, composed of the following vessels: Scioto, Iroquois, Pinola, Winona, Itasca, and Kennebec. The steamers belonging to the mortar flotilla, one of them towing the Portsmouth, were to enfilade the water-battery commanding the approaches. Mortar-steamers Harriet Lane, Westfield, Owasco, Clifton, and Marine--the Jackson towing the Portsmouth. The vessels were rather late in getting under way and into line, and did not get
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