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United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.26
, and distribute whatever either the United States Government or private benevolence should furnish. Of course, the Confederates would have desired a similar opportunity for their surgeons to minister to Southern prisoners at the North. The United States authorities, however, never gave any reply to the proposition, though the war continued for more than a year after it was made. Men good and true, who might receive Aid for that prison pen, And tend the suffering inmates there With a whole nnd you.’ The rebels, pinched and pressed, Offered to send them home In August, 1864, when the mortality was increasing at Andersonville, the Confederates offered to give up from ten to fifteen thousand men unconditionally, except that the United States' authorities were to send for them. After a delay of three fearful months, the most sickly of the year, they did send and took away thirteen thousand, leaving in their place three thousand Southerners, who were even more squalid and sickly t
Hartford (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.26
Andersonville prison. [from the Richmond Dispatch, August 2, 1891.] lines by Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D. The following poem from the pen of Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D., appeared in the Hartford (Conn.) Courier in 1865, and, now that the horrors of Andersonville are again being paraded in Northern magazines, it will no doubt be read with interest by many. The quotations are from lines which a short while before had been published in a Philadelphia (Pa.) paper. G. E. T. L. Full fifteen thousand men, The brave, the good, the true, As captives died in prison pen, ‘They died for me and you!’ And shall not truth's indignant tongue Declare who did this grievous wrong? On many a bloody field They stood 'gainst leaden hail; And though at last constrained to yield, Their spirits did not quail; They safely passed their battles through, And yet ‘they died for me and you.’ They pined for home, sweet home, And for their daily bread; Alas! assistance did not come, And now they are w
Philadelphia (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.26
Andersonville prison. [from the Richmond Dispatch, August 2, 1891.] lines by Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D. The following poem from the pen of Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D., appeared in the Hartford (Conn.) Courier in 1865, and, now that the horrors of Andersonville are again being paraded in Northern magazines, it will no doubt be read with interest by many. The quotations are from lines which a short while before had been published in a Philadelphia (Pa.) paper. G. E. T. L. Full fifteen thousand men, The brave, the good, the true, As captives died in prison pen, ‘They died for me and you!’ And shall not truth's indignant tongue Declare who did this grievous wrong? On many a bloody field They stood 'gainst leaden hail; And though at last constrained to yield, Their spirits did not quail; They safely passed their battles through, And yet ‘they died for me and you.’ They pined for home, sweet home, And for their daily bread; Alas! assistance did not come, And now they are w
Joshua Peterkin (search for this): chapter 1.26
Andersonville prison. [from the Richmond Dispatch, August 2, 1891.] lines by Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D. The following poem from the pen of Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D., appeared in the Hartford (Conn.) Courier in 1865, and, now that the horrors of Andersonville are again being paraded in Northern magazines, it will no doubt be read with interest by many. The quotations are from lines which a short while before had been published in a Philadelphia (Pa.) paper. G. E. T. L. Full fifteRev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D., appeared in the Hartford (Conn.) Courier in 1865, and, now that the horrors of Andersonville are again being paraded in Northern magazines, it will no doubt be read with interest by many. The quotations are from lines which a short while before had been published in a Philadelphia (Pa.) paper. G. E. T. L. Full fifteen thousand men, The brave, the good, the true, As captives died in prison pen, ‘They died for me and you!’ And shall not truth's indignant tongue Declare who did this grievous wrong? On many a bloody field They stood 'gainst leaden hail; And though at last constrained to yield, Their spirits did not quail; They safely passed their battles through, And yet ‘they died for me and you.’ They pined for home, sweet home, And for their daily bread; Alas! assistance did not come, And now they are
Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 1.26
burst At tales from ‘Anderson.’ For still they let our brave men share Their own coarse food and scanty fare. The sad tale must be told: The brave, the true, the good, While we were busy coining gold They died for want of food! Those fifteen thousand boys in blue As victims died—‘for me and you.’ The rebels, in their need, Once, twice, and yet again, Did all that they could do to plead For justice to these men; But deaf, alas! the nation's ear, The people's servants would not hear. Even Davis felt their grief, And sent his message forth, By prompt exchange to grant relief To prisoners South and North. And why, alas! was it not done? There was no heart in Washington. The rebels gave us leave To send down loyal men— In January, 1864, the Confederates proposed to allow the Federal authorities to send their own surgeons to the South. It was proposed, also, that these surgeons should act as commissaries, and distribute whatever either the United States Government or privat
January, 1864 AD (search for this): chapter 1.26
housand boys in blue As victims died—‘for me and you.’ The rebels, in their need, Once, twice, and yet again, Did all that they could do to plead For justice to these men; But deaf, alas! the nation's ear, The people's servants would not hear. Even Davis felt their grief, And sent his message forth, By prompt exchange to grant relief To prisoners South and North. And why, alas! was it not done? There was no heart in Washington. The rebels gave us leave To send down loyal men— In January, 1864, the Confederates proposed to allow the Federal authorities to send their own surgeons to the South. It was proposed, also, that these surgeons should act as commissaries, and distribute whatever either the United States Government or private benevolence should furnish. Of course, the Confederates would have desired a similar opportunity for their surgeons to minister to Southern prisoners at the North. The United States authorities, however, never gave any reply to the proposition,
Andersonville prison. [from the Richmond Dispatch, August 2, 1891.] lines by Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D. The following poem from the pen of Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D., appeared in the Hartford (Conn.) Courier in 1865, and, now that the horrors of Andersonville are again being paraded in Northern magazines, it will no doubt be read with interest by many. The quotations are from lines which a short while before had been published in a Philadelphia (Pa.) paper. G. E. T. L. Full fifteen thousand men, The brave, the good, the true, As captives died in prison pen, ‘They died for me and you!’ And shall not truth's indignant tongue Declare who did this grievous wrong? On many a bloody field They stood 'gainst leaden hail; And though at last constrained to yield, Their spirits did not quail; They safely passed their battles through, And yet ‘they died for me and you.’ They pined for home, sweet home, And for their daily bread; Alas! assistance did not come, And now they are w
August 2nd, 1891 AD (search for this): chapter 1.26
Andersonville prison. [from the Richmond Dispatch, August 2, 1891.] lines by Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D. The following poem from the pen of Rev. Joshua Peterkin, D. D., appeared in the Hartford (Conn.) Courier in 1865, and, now that the horrors of Andersonville are again being paraded in Northern magazines, it will no doubt be read with interest by many. The quotations are from lines which a short while before had been published in a Philadelphia (Pa.) paper. G. E. T. L. Full fifteen thousand men, The brave, the good, the true, As captives died in prison pen, ‘They died for me and you!’ And shall not truth's indignant tongue Declare who did this grievous wrong? On many a bloody field They stood 'gainst leaden hail; And though at last constrained to yield, Their spirits did not quail; They safely passed their battles through, And yet ‘they died for me and you.’ They pined for home, sweet home, And for their daily bread; Alas! assistance did not come, And now they are w
August, 1864 AD (search for this): chapter 1.26
the suffering inmates there With a whole nation's love and care. But no, these gallant men Were left to starve and die That Northern banners might again Mid Southern breezes fly; And bold recruits might rush to save Their comrades from a prison grave. A wise, sagacious move! A stroke of policy! So called by those who know not love Or human sympathy. But ah! those noble boys in blue— Their blood now rests on ‘me and you.’ The rebels, pinched and pressed, Offered to send them home In August, 1864, when the mortality was increasing at Andersonville, the Confederates offered to give up from ten to fifteen thousand men unconditionally, except that the United States' authorities were to send for them. After a delay of three fearful months, the most sickly of the year, they did send and took away thirteen thousand, leaving in their place three thousand Southerners, who were even more squalid and sickly than the poor fellows they took home. Without exchange—you know the rest, For hom