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The Daily Dispatch: may 30, 1861., [Electronic resource] 34 22 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: may 27, 1861., [Electronic resource] 28 6 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) 22 14 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore) 19 3 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. 12 4 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: may 31, 1861., [Electronic resource] 12 2 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: June 4, 1861., [Electronic resource] 9 3 Browse Search
Edward Alfred Pollard, The lost cause; a new Southern history of the War of the Confederates ... Drawn from official sources and approved by the most distinguished Confederate leaders. 9 1 Browse Search
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 8: Soldier Life and Secret Service. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller) 8 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore) 8 0 Browse Search
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took, and tried the charge again. On, on they came in close-set ranks. O, 'twas a goodly sight! Their horses shone like ebony, their arms were burnished bright; A breathless silence; then there came a ringing down the van, “Lie low! Remember Ellsworth! let each one pick his man.” A thousand rifle-flashes; then shrieks and groans of pain, And clouds of dust uprising over the fatal plain, 'Mid which the gleaming bayonets seemed like the lightning's flash; The cry, “Remember Ellsworth,” and Ellsworth,” and the deadly forward dash! A silence;--horses riderless, and scouring from the fray, While here and there a trooper spurs his worn steed away. The smoke dispels — the dust blows off — subsides the fatal stir; Virginia's Black Horse Cavalry is with the things that were. A wailing on the sunny slopes along the Shenandoah, A weeping where the York and James deep-rolling torrents pour; Where Rappahannock peaceful glides, on many a fertile plain, A cry of anguish for the loved who ne'er may c
resident was again called out, and again stirred the popular heart with his eloquent recital of the brave deeds done by our troops in the late battle. He was preceded on this occasion by Col. Chesnut, of South Carolina, (an aid to Gen. Beauregard,) in a chaste and eloquent speech. This unannounced arrival of our President took the citizens by surprise. Had they known of his coming, such an ovation would have greeted his return as never before was witnessed in the Old Dominion. Just behind the train which brought the President, there arrived a second, bringing 585 Hessian prisoners, 25 of whom were commissioned officers, and 30 of Ellsworth's Fire Zouaves. Passengers by this train inform us that several hundred other prisoners were left at Manassas, and that our troops continued to bring them in hourly; and that many of them came into our camp and delivered themselves up. The 585 brought to this city were immediately marched to Harwood's factory.--Richmond Enquirer, July 24.
The murderers of the United States pickets near Alexandria.--It is undoubtedly the understanding among the people residing in the neighborhood of the pickets of Gen. McDowell's command, and the line of pickets of the disunionists in Gen. McDowell's immediate vicinity, that the nightly attempts being made to murder the United States picket guards by stealthily creeping up in the bush and firing at their backs, is the work of the two brothers of the late James Jackson, who killed Col. Ellsworth. They are said to be finely mounted, and we (personally) know well, know every cow trail in the vicinity of the United States lines in Fairfax and Alexandria counties. They are believed to head a company of some fifteen or twenty. It is necessary that their assassin work should be summarily stopped, as it can be, it seems to us, by a constantly moving patrol thrown out a short distance in advance of the regular picket guards.--Washington Star, June 5.
Col. Ellsworth's last speech.--Boys, no doubt you felt surprised on hearing my orders to be in readiness at a moment's notice, but I will explain all as far as I am allowed. Yesterday forenoon I understood that a movement was to be made against Alexandria. Of course, I was on the qui vive. I went to see Gen. Mansfield, the commander at Washington, and told him that I would consider it as a personal affront if he would not allow us to have the right of the line, which is our due, as the first volunteer regiment sworn in for the war. All that I can tell you is to prepare yourselves for a nice little sail, and, at the end of it, a skirmish. Go to your tents, lie down and take your rest till two o'clock, when the boat will arrive, and we go forward to victory or death. When we reach the place of destination, act as men; do nothing to shame the regiment; show the enemy that you are men, as well as soldiers, and that you will treat them with kindness until they force you to use viole
rag, Which they told me was known as Jeff. Davis' flag, A-waving above Alexandria high, Insulting my Government, flouting the sky; Above my Alexandria, (isn't it, Bates? Retrocession's a humbug; what rights have the States?) So I ordered young Ellsworth to take the rag down, Mrs. Lincoln, she craved it, to make a new gown; But young Ellsworth, he kinder got shot in the race, And came back in a galvanized burial case; But then Jackson, the scoundrel, he got his desert; The panic's fictitious, aEllsworth, he kinder got shot in the race, And came back in a galvanized burial case; But then Jackson, the scoundrel, he got his desert; The panic's fictitious, and nobody's hurt. It is true I sent steamers which tried for a week To silence the rebels down there at the creek; But they had at Game Point about fifty or more Rifled cannon set up in a line on the shore, And six thousand Confederates practised to fire 'em, (Confound these Virginians, we never can tire 'em!) Who made game of our shooting and crippled our fleet, So we prudently ordered a hasty retreat; With decks full of passengers, deadheads, indeed, For whom of fresh coffins there straightw
claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, Redeeming his kinsman--our Abra'am will too! They gather! they gather! &c. Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true! The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you; Each shell that whizzed there, and each traitorous gun, Was aimed at the banners your fathers have won. Then gather! then gather! &c. Yet pause in your songs, let the banners float low, Half-mast o'er the turf, while a nation's tears flow! As young Zouaves in the soil which he loved make a grave For their golden-souled leader — young Ellsworth the brave. When bearing the olive of freedom and peace, Our Eagle, returning, bids slaughter to cease, Shall History place on the charter of fame, First in Death, first in Glory, that young martyr's name
he Crusaders have a whip Already rove for traitors' necks — they “don't give up the ship.” Why don't you send to England for another load of shot? We'll keep them safely stowed for you, and send them to you hot; And if your hatches are battened down, we'll send them safe, I pledge, And you shall get them hot and quick, about your water's edge. But don't you think of such a thing as giving us the slip; We'll bring you back on any tack — we “don't give up the ship.” We don't forget brave Ellsworth! a soldier brave and true, He was basely assassinated by your blood-thirsty crew; But the New York Zouaves are going to take up line; They want to see Montgomery, where things are done up fine. They'll spread the Stars and Stripes to view as onward forth they trip; Their vengeance will be terrible — they “don't give up the ship.” And now, my precious villains, take this advice from me, Remember, while Jeff. Davis and the devil are at tea, That if you pull a button off a Yanke
d Abe shall be another link on (Lincoln) to our chain of Government supporters. 3.--Liholiho and Emma — the King and Queen of these islands. Heaven bless them. 4.--Let the gallant defender of Sumter have prefixed to his name Columbia; and future generations shall often look back with pride upon Columbia Anderson, (and her son.) 5.--the secession States--the corrode of a Republic. Shake off the rust, and the steel will pierce the keener. 6.--(Drank standing, and in silence.) Col. Ellsworth. A bright light quenched in the hour of deepest darkness. After the toasts had been disposed of, the company listened to some pertinent and patriotic remarks from the orator of the day, Capt. Thos. Spencer, a brief synopsis of which I will give. It was to him, he said, the proudest and most eventful day of his life. He felt that, though isolated as we were upon this watch-tower of the Pacific, though so many thousands of miles away from that dear land of his nativity, yet he felt
conflict for the right; And vow to Heaven our lives, our all, Shall give our country might. We will not let our banner fair Be trailed by foes in dust, But it shall be our dearest care-- The nation's hope and trust. Weep o'er the heroes as they fall, Who die in glory's prime; Who give their nation's earnest call A life and death sublime. We call them dead; and yet their hearts Throb on in memory's shrine-- For them the patriot's noblest part, In Freedom's cause divine. Weep o'er the heroes as they fall, For God hath called them home; From battle-field, from foeman's thrall, His peaceful angels come. They come and go where rivers wide Their tides of calm outpour, And memory wanders by their side To joy for evermore. Weep o'er the heroes as they fall, O'er Ellsworth's early tomb, And by his dark, funereal pall, Bid patriot life-buds bloom. Write there anew man's love to man; Smite there Oppression's rod; And bid the traitor's eye to scan The nation's trust in God! --Christian Inquirer.