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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 50 (search)
16. the confederate Primer. At Nashville's fall We sinned all. At Number Ten We sinned again. Thy purse to mend Old Floyd attend. Abe Lincoln bold Our ports doth hold. Jeff Davis tells a lie, And so must you and I. Isham doth mourn His case forlorn. Brave Pillow's flight Is out of sight. Buell doth play And after slay. Yon oak will be the gallows-tree Of Richmond's fallen majesty. --Nashville Union.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 71 (search)
Chattanooga, April 3.--A distinguished Missourian, just from Middle Tennessee, brings important intelligence. He reports that a Kentucky regiment rebelled near Nashville, a few days since, on account of Lincoln's recent message. Two Indiana regiments were drawn out to suppress them. The Kentuckians ordered them to halt at a distance of sixty yards. The Indianians refused, when the Kentuckians fired upon them, killing and wounding four hundred. The remainder ran. They buried, he says, two hundred and eighty who died in six days, last week, near Columbia, from small pox. He reports the Federal army rapidly becoming demoralized on account of the constant killing of their pickets, and the approach of summer. This is eliable.--Knoxville (Tenn.) Register, April 4.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 97 (search)
A secesh girl thus writes to her cousin, who is a prisoner at Camp Morton, Indianapolis: I will be for Jeffdavise till the tenisee river freazes over, and then be for him, and scratch on the ice Jeffdavise rides a white horse Lincoln rides a mule, Jeffdavise is a gentleman, And Lincoln is a fule. A secesh girl thus writes to her cousin, who is a prisoner at Camp Morton, Indianapolis: I will be for Jeffdavise till the tenisee river freazes over, and then be for him, and scratch on the ice Jeffdavise rides a white horse Lincoln rides a mule, Jeffdavise is a gentleman, And Lincoln is a fule.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 138 (search)
The Plot against the President's life.--For a long time it was believed that an Italian barber of this city was the Orsini who undertook to slay President Lincoln on his journey to the capital in February, 1861, and it is possible he was one of the plotters; but it has come out on a recent trial of a man named Byrne in Richmond, that he was the captain of the band that was to take the life of Mr. Lincoln. This Byrne used to be a notorious gambler of Baltimore, and emigrated to Richmond shortly after the nineteenth of April, of bloody memory. He was recently arrested in Jeff Davis's capital on a charge of keeping a gambling-house and of disloyalty to thon a charge of keeping a gambling-house and of disloyalty to the chief traitor's pretended government. Wigfall testified to Byrne's loyalty to the rebel cause, and gave in evidence that Byrne was the captain of the gang who were to kill Mr. Lincoln, and upon this evidence, it appears, he was let go.--Providence Journal, April 4.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 171 (search)
on, In Maryland, my Maryland! Nor turn up nose as they pass by, Nor “Northern scum” or “mud-sills” cry, Nor “Lincoln's tools,” too mean to die In Maryland, my Maryland! True soldiers will the fair protect, In Maryland, my Maryland! Then treat them kindly with respect, In Maryland, my Maryland! By soldiers was our country won-- A soldier was our Washington; Whose flag now waves o'er every one, In Maryland, my Maryland! Oh! why should woman toss her head, In Maryland, my Maryland! And wish Abe Lincoln hung quite dead! In Maryland, my Maryland! That Beauregard at once would come, Make Baltimore his future home, Drive Union men abroad to roam, From Maryland, my Maryland! Now, ladies, these things cannot be-- In Maryland, my Maryland! Jeff's head alive you ne'er will see-- In Maryland, my Maryland! Bradford's our ruler, good and true, The Stars and Stripes he'll keep in view And Maryland in the Union too, My Maryland, my Maryland! Our fathers' flag, it waves once more, In Maryland,