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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 874 98 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 1. 411 1 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 353 235 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 29. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 353 11 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) 345 53 Browse Search
William Schouler, A history of Massachusetts in the Civil War: Volume 1 321 3 Browse Search
Benjamnin F. Butler, Butler's Book: Autobiography and Personal Reminiscences of Major-General Benjamin Butler 282 2 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 253 1 Browse Search
Allan Pinkerton, The spy in the rebellion; being a true history of the spy system of the United States Army during the late rebellion, revealing many secrets of the war hitherto not made public, compiled from official reports prepared for President Lincoln , General McClellan and the Provost-Marshal-General . 242 0 Browse Search
Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume I. 198 0 Browse Search
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New-England's dead. Oh! chant a requiem for the brave, the brave who are no more, New-England's dead! in honored rest they sleep on hill and shore, From where the Mississippi now in freedom proudly rolls To waves that sigh on Georgia's isles a death-hymn for their souls. Oh! first of all, the noble blood by traitorous hand was shed; It dyed the streets of Baltimore, New-England's heroes bled: And still the mystic number “three” will live for aye in song While history tells, with glowing pen, of Putnam, Shaw, and Strong. Immortal names. O noble “three!” a nation's heart will throb For ye who fell, in manly prime, for Freedom and for God! And women's eyes grow dim with tears, and manhood bows its head Before thy deeds of valor done, New-England's honored dead. But not alone for those who die a soldier's death of glory: Full many a brave, heroic soul has sighed its mournful story Down in the sultry swamps and plains, where fever's subtle breath Has drained the life-blood from th
s line, And now, we wave our starry flag along your Southern sky, Beneath its folds to conquer, or in its shroud to die; No coward in our rear guard, no braggart in our van, While we battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! and we cannot soon forget The leaguered wall of Sumter, and its broken parapet; We saw the clouds roll outward and upward to the sun, We heard your empty boasting, one hundred men to one; We stumbled in the gloaming, on our dead at Baltimore ; But our wives forgot their weeping, and from farewells we forebore, As, from hearthstone unto hearthstone, the hurried summons ran, Up! and battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man! We are men of Massachusetts! Your brothers until now; But, to your shrines of damning wrong, our free knees cannot bow. Ye have plucked our banner from the stars, and trailed it in the dust, Till our swords will sleep no longer in their beds of ancient rust; Ye have dared to brand us cowards, ye hav
this you will hear of the fall of Harrisburgh. The General has demanded one hundred thousand dollars from the Yankees of this place. Already preparations are being made for the desired amount. As there is no money in the bank, there has been a committee of the citizens appointed to raise it, which I think can be done, as they are terribly scared. .... Good by. Rest assured that I will never disgrace myself by running from a black Yankee, but, on the other hand, fight till I die or conquer. This is my motto, actuated by pure motives and principles. York, Pa., June 29, 1863. --We are in strong force, numbering about eight thousand. There are about sixty thousand to eighty thousand rebels in Pennsylvania. We will march on Harrisburgh, I expect, to-night. About six hundred cavalrymen were at Hanover Saturday night. They destroyed the railroad for a few miles, took what horses they wanted, and then made back. I expect we will make an attack on Baltimore after Harrisburgh.
he greatest panic prevailed in the Yankee capital; and old Abraham doubtless has his Scotch cap at hand, ready to make his exit. If Generals Jackson and Longstreet have really reached the Relay House, all communication between Washington and Baltimore and the West is thereby entirely cut off. The reported blowing up of the Long Bridge is now generally believed. A lady who came through to this city from near Washington states that she was an eyewitness to the affair. The enemy, before royed a large amount of stores and provisions. Later intelligence gives us the gratifying assurance that General Jackson has entered Maryland by the route above indicated, and is now on a tour to the most important and inviting point between Baltimore and Washington. It is now useless to speculate upon probabilities. The war has assumed a new phase, and our citizens must expect hereafter to hear news that will startle amidst both good and bad report. The tables have been turned, and the c
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The rebel press on the Gettysburgh battle. (search)
tain our army, and, in some small measure, make good our heavy losses; the second city on the continent open to our armies, and already reckoning up the number of millions it must pay to ransom it from pillage and conflagration; our own city of Baltimore waiting its deliverance with a passionate but secret joy; and Washington, that foul den of thieves, expecting the righteous vengeance of heaven for the hideous crimes that have been done within its walls. In Philadelphia, how the Quakers quakeaph gives us is. another matter. If General Lee has, after a hard-fought battle, taken forty thousand prisoners, he has gained one of the most complete victories on record. He has utterly destroyed the only obstacle that stood between him and Baltimore, and we can see no reason why he should not be in that city to-morrow night. The force to defend it consists entirely of militia, many of them but ill-affected; and they have within the city a deadjy enemy, as numerous as themselves, panting f
ncle Sam's mint, and their treasures untold In “greenbacks” and nickel, and silver and gold, This vagabond army of Lee. And others will have it that Lee, Or a part of this army of Lee, Is moving North-West, and to Pittsburgh is bound, To sack it, and blow up, or burn to the ground Its factories of great guns, and gunboats — that all Its warlike establishments surely must fall To the wrath of this army of Lee. And others are certain that Lee, And the savage battalions of Lee, Are moving for Baltimore, there, in the name Of pious Jeff Davis, to kindle the flame Of a roaring rebellion — that this is the game, The grand calculation and object and aim, Of these terrible Tartars of Lee. Some think that these movements of Lee, And these raids from the army of Lee, Are only deceptions, the tricks and the show Of a Northern invasion, to cheat “Fighting Joe,” And then to push on, without pausing to rest, To a junction with Bragg to recover the West, By these bold Carthaginians of Lee. Some
Baltimore, June 25, 1863. Upward of two years ago, in these very streets, the Massachusetts volunteers, while marching to defend the national capital, were assaulted by a mob. To-day, an armed guard patrols every corner and square of the city; and for two whole years a rebellious population have been taught the bitter lesson of loyalty by the threatening guns of Fort McHenry. Strolling along Eutaw, or any of the principal streets, of an evening, your ear will probably catch, as mine has aeze, or makes some other equally intellectual remark. Oh! No, Miss Blank replies in a subdued, melancholy tone, I had not thought of the breeze; it is delicious; I am waiting for our dear Southern army. This is the spirit that prevails in Baltimore this month of June, 1863. Here, as in Alexandria, the streets are barricaded, and the pedestrian is often obliged to leave the sidewalk in his progress through the city. But the barricades are of the shallowest description, and would throw
e General Sedgwick and his gallant troops when they carried the fortifications on the heights of Fredericks-burgh? With the assistance of Heintzelman's army thrown in at the right moment, the whole rebel army could have been completely annihilated and the nation saved from disgrace and humiliation. Instead of this, the rebel army is now invading and desolating the loyal and free States. If you had been equal to your duty and the occasion, the troops at Suffolk, Fortress Monroe, Norfolk, Baltimore, etc., etc., would have been on board of swift steamers — ready before the battle commenced — to have been concentrated and launched at the enemy like thunderbolts from avenging heaven. A few more such fatal mistakes as you made on that occasion and our Government is lost and will break up in anarchy. This is so. Our nation is in or at another fearful crisis. The audacious General Lee, having faith in your imbecility, has boldly invaded one of our most populous States. What are you doi