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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 278 (search)
Savannah, Ga., April 30.--On the occasion of the arrival of Mr. A. H. Stephens from Richmond a large procession was formed, which marched through the city.
They carried, painted on canvas, a representation of the American flag, soiled and torn, suspended by a broken flag-staff.
Underneath was the picture of a grave, with the words, Receive me.
This outrage upon the flag aroused feelings of deep disgust and indignation among the still loyal portion of the citizens; and one gentleman, a venerable pastor of the Seamen's Bethel, openly denounced the proceedings, declaring that Savannah had been the first to dishonor the glorious banner of the Union.
On being threatened with violence, he told the mobocrats, that though he was an old man, he would defend himself if attacked, and some of them would bite the dust if they laid their hands on him.--N. Y. Times, May 8.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), Epigram on South Carolina . (search)
Epigram on South Carolina. O Carolina, sister, pray come back; Scorn not our flag, nor nightly talk of wars, Lest Uncle Sam, once fairly on your track, Should make you feel the stripes and see the stars. --N. Y. Sun, May 8.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 282 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 283 (search)
One of the Ohio regiments elected the Rev. Granville Moody, a well-known Methodist preacher of that State, their chaplain.
When their choice had been declared, they sent to Brother Moody to ask him if he would go. He replied, Why, yes, he would like to be their chaplain — but with one condition, that they would furnish him with a musket — for, said he, in our Methodist communion we do not believe in faith without works. --N. Y. Evening Post, May 8
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 318 (search)
Among the ordinances adopted by the Virginia Convention, is the following:--
Be it ordered by the Convention of the Commonwealth of Virginia, that the flag of this Commonwealth shall hereafter be made of bunting, which shall be a deep blue field with a circle of white in the centre, upon which shall be painted, or embroidered, to show on both sides alike, the coat of arms of the State, as described by the Convention of 1776 for one side of the seal of the State, to wit:
Virtus, the genius of the Commonwealth, dressed like an Amazon, resting on a spear with one hand, and holding a sword in the other, and treading on Tyranny, represented by a man prostrate, a crown fallen from his head, a broken chain in his left hand, and a scourge in his right.
In the exergon, the word Virginia over the head of Virtus; and underneath, the words Sic Semper Tyrannis.
--Boston Transcript, May 8.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 319 (search)
It was, no doubt, the profound policy of Lincoln and his faction to throw the operatives of the North out of employ, to secure the recruits for the army of coercion.
Starvation produces a certain sort of valor, and a hungry belly may stimulate patriotism to a kind of courage which, on a good feed, will risk the encounter with a bullet.
It appears that the Lincoln recruits from Massachusetts, at .Baltimore, were in large proportion cobblers.
The Revolution seems to have affected their craft more than any other, according to some of the accounts; their vocation gave them admirable facilities in the fight, especially in running; they used their footing expeditiously, and took a free flight with their soles (souls)--not one of them apparently being anxious, under the fire of Baltimore brickbats, to see his last.--Charleston Mercury, May 8.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 322 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 333 (search)
Philadelphia, May 8.--A gentleman who has just made his escape from Memphis, Tenn., gives the following account of a solemn ceremony which took place in that city a day or two before he quitted it. He says that he was an eye-witness to the whole of the proceedings, and as he is a man of the greatest respectability, his statement may be relied on. In the one solitary square which Memphis possesses, stands a statue of Andrew Jackson.
By the side of this statue a large pit was dug, and on the day in question our informant, who was standing near the place, saw a body of about five hundred men slowly approaching, headed by a band of music performing the Dead march.
After the band came eight men bearing the dead body which was to be consigned to the pit; this corpse was no more nor less than a large standard of the Stars and Stripes, which was solemnly lowered into its final resting-place, the company assisting in respectful silence.
The earth was then thrown upon it--ashes to ashes,
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 335 (search)
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Sumter. by Ike. Sixty men in Sumter, Fearless hearts and true, Stood with lighted matches:-- How the hot shots thumped her! How the bomb-shells flew! Twice five thousand traitors Poured their vengeance out, Maddened by their leaders-- And the Union-haters Raised a mighty shout; For the flames were curling Round that little band, Who, with heads uncovered, Sent their missiles whirling Toward the treacherous land. Still the fiery question Iron lips propose-- “Will you now surrender?” Then, from port and bastion, Came the thunderous “Noes!” You all know the story-- How at last a band Left that smouldering fortress, Crowned with wreaths of glory, Honored by the land; How the rebel gunners Slept beside their guns, Never more to waken, Red with bloody honors, Treason's darling sons. --New Haven Palladium, May 8<