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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Walter S. Newhall: ob. December 18, Aet. 22. (search)
delphia, Acting Adjutant-General upon the staff of General Gregg, was lately drowned in a tributary of the Rappahanock. He was one of the earliest volunteers in the war, leaving all to serve his country. First distinguished in the famous charge of Zagonyi at Springfield in Missouri, he was afterward engaged in the most active and dangerous service; and, always a hero, he never disappointed the fond faith of the hearts that loved him. He leaves two brothers in the service; and at the time of Lee's invasion last summer we believe that his parents had five or six sons on active military duty. The following lines, by a mother whose son had been in Captain Newhall's company, have a truly lyrical fervor. Not 'mid the cannon's roar, Not 'mid red fields of gore, When the fierce fight was o'er, His young life parted; But low beneath the wave, No hand outstretched to save, As in a hallowed grave Slept the true-hearted. All seamed with noble scars Won in his country's wars, Battling 'neath S
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Jennie Wade. (search)
e answered, “but I will breathe a prayer That God will guide and cherish the lives to me so dear, And when the conflict's over, come to this home so dear, And I will wait to welcome and bless your coming here.” The father's arms a moment were folded round his child, Whose fair and gentle presence his weary hours beguiled, And mingled tears and kisses were rained upon her cheek, While William looked the parting his lips refused to speak. The summer days went gliding in golden circles by, And Lee's impetuous army to Gettysburgh drew nigh; The fierce and bloody conflict swept through that region fair, Yet still heroic Jennie dwelt in the cottage there. And while her heart was aching, lest those she loved were dead, Her plump and rosy fingers moulded the soldiers bread. “Fly! fly! heroic maiden,” a Union soldier said, “For through this vale there sweepeth a double storm of lead.” Then spoke the fearless Jennie: “I fear not for my life, My father and one other are in that dead
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