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Wordsworth (search for this): chapter 1.4
ofty thoughts are not forbidden her if her children, The Trustees of Posterity, the best asset of a State, cherish piously the cult of their country and the religion of their parents. Old man Carlyle laughed until hoarse when it was read to him that the mob of New York city, resisting the draft of 1863, hanged negroes to lamp posts, while Lincoln and Stanton were proclaiming the war as waged for freedom. What irony! Alas, what destiny! Alas, the deep damnation of their taking off. Wordsworth said of the persistency of the Spaniards against Napoleon: That when a people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty, and are sorely pressed upon, their best field of battle is the floors upon which their children have played, the chambers where the family of each man has slept upon, or under the roofs by which they have been sheltered, in the gardens of their recreation, in the streets, or in the market place, before the altars of their temples, and among their congregated dwel
Vance (search for this): chapter 1.4
ur. It is not the cry of the multitude, Crucify him! Release to us Barabbas, but of the still small voice, Be just and fear not. I quiver with emotion in the presence of this audience, cultured and adorned with every embellishment of beauty. I reckon the census of immortal events wrought here by the good limbs of our people. I miss the lionhearted Jones, the intrepid Flemming, the unmatched Waring, glorious Greer, my virtuous friend John E. Brown, the steady Barringer and perennial Vance. At their tombs my tributary tears I offer for my brethren's obsequies. I asked my wife if it would be risking too much with this assemblage of worthies to indulge my sense for humor. With Confederate precision she retorted against it and I am sworn to a severe demeanor. I am not to herald discordant notes. Peace on earth to men of good will enthuses me. If I may twang the bow of Ulysses I recognize that you cannot annihilate the past. Verily you must not suspect me capable of in
Chancellorsville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.4
temples, and among their congregated dwellings, blazing or uprooted. This is our Saints' day—two score and three years ago amid the tangled undergrowth at Chancellorsville, the wound which released his noble soul was inflicted. Never did the death of one man exercise such influence upon a nascent or established State. Gustavued against Hooker, and the Army of the Potomac would have ceased to exist as a fighting unit. I recall the march of Jackson's Corps from Fredericksburg to Chancellorsville the day before that battle—it was full of glories. Halting to rest along a narrow road, arms were stacked—in a line as crooked as the line of an old-fashionall I appraise the influence of our illustrious captains and the obedience of their ragged cohorts! How shall I inventory their virtues! The night before Chancellorsville my command laid close to the spot where the two foremost men of the army of Northern Virginia held high counsel over the situation. There General Lee, point<
Jackson (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.4
he afternoon, had recoiled within his lines and was making temporary field works against the onset of the morrow. That great genius read through the darkness the trepidation of Hooker and decided to attack under cover of darkness. Trusting himself only, he ventured to find the weak joint in the enemy's armor. If he had come back to us as he went, we would have been hurled against Hooker, and the Army of the Potomac would have ceased to exist as a fighting unit. I recall the march of Jackson's Corps from Fredericksburg to Chancellorsville the day before that battle—it was full of glories. Halting to rest along a narrow road, arms were stacked—in a line as crooked as the line of an old-fashioned Virginia fence. Suddenly the sound of a great multitude who had raised their voices in accord came over the tips of the bayonets. The very air of heaven seemed agitated—it was Nature's sympathy as in the total eclipse of the sun, the onrushing of the shadow has its herald on stronger <
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.4
ed within his lines and was making temporary field works against the onset of the morrow. That great genius read through the darkness the trepidation of Hooker and decided to attack under cover of darkness. Trusting himself only, he ventured to find the weak joint in the enemy's armor. If he had come back to us as he went, we would have been hurled against Hooker, and the Army of the Potomac would have ceased to exist as a fighting unit. I recall the march of Jackson's Corps from Fredericksburg to Chancellorsville the day before that battle—it was full of glories. Halting to rest along a narrow road, arms were stacked—in a line as crooked as the line of an old-fashioned Virginia fence. Suddenly the sound of a great multitude who had raised their voices in accord came over the tips of the bayonets. The very air of heaven seemed agitated—it was Nature's sympathy as in the total eclipse of the sun, the onrushing of the shadow has its herald on stronger air. The horse and his ri<
Charlotte (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.4
An address before the ladies' memorial Association. With Glowing apostrophe to General T. J. Jackson, at Charlotte, N. C., May 10th, 1906. By Hon. R. T. Bennett, Late Col. of the 14th N. C. Regiment, C. S. A. [As to other addresses of Col. Bennett and notice of his admirable career, see Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXXIII, p. 65.—Ed.] Madame President, Ladies of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, Citizens: When that illustrious man William Edward Gladstone lay in the crisis of his fate, which closed in his death May 18th, 1898, messages of sympathy from the foremost men of our Christian world were read to him, and he murmured at intervals, Kindness, kindness, kindness! at length as prayers were ended he exclaimed, Amen! There is sunshine in my soul to-day. You have given me manifestations of sympathy akin to affection. An old man taken in the act of doing right is your guest to-day. I value beyond weights and measures the good opinion of our
Stanton (search for this): chapter 1.4
this high creation to be great in the world and respected. A nation may succumb to force, but when her honor remains— eternal hope and lofty thoughts are not forbidden her if her children, The Trustees of Posterity, the best asset of a State, cherish piously the cult of their country and the religion of their parents. Old man Carlyle laughed until hoarse when it was read to him that the mob of New York city, resisting the draft of 1863, hanged negroes to lamp posts, while Lincoln and Stanton were proclaiming the war as waged for freedom. What irony! Alas, what destiny! Alas, the deep damnation of their taking off. Wordsworth said of the persistency of the Spaniards against Napoleon: That when a people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty, and are sorely pressed upon, their best field of battle is the floors upon which their children have played, the chambers where the family of each man has slept upon, or under the roofs by which they have been sheltered, in
President (search for this): chapter 1.4
An address before the ladies' memorial Association. With Glowing apostrophe to General T. J. Jackson, at Charlotte, N. C., May 10th, 1906. By Hon. R. T. Bennett, Late Col. of the 14th N. C. Regiment, C. S. A. [As to other addresses of Col. Bennett and notice of his admirable career, see Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXXIII, p. 65.—Ed.] Madame President, Ladies of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, Citizens: When that illustrious man William Edward Gladstone lay in the crisis of his fate, which closed in his death May 18th, 1898, messages of sympathy from the foremost men of our Christian world were read to him, and he murmured at intervals, Kindness, kindness, kindness! at length as prayers were ended he exclaimed, Amen! There is sunshine in my soul to-day. You have given me manifestations of sympathy akin to affection. An old man taken in the act of doing right is your guest to-day. I value beyond weights and measures the good opinion of our
Napoleon (search for this): chapter 1.4
ustees of Posterity, the best asset of a State, cherish piously the cult of their country and the religion of their parents. Old man Carlyle laughed until hoarse when it was read to him that the mob of New York city, resisting the draft of 1863, hanged negroes to lamp posts, while Lincoln and Stanton were proclaiming the war as waged for freedom. What irony! Alas, what destiny! Alas, the deep damnation of their taking off. Wordsworth said of the persistency of the Spaniards against Napoleon: That when a people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty, and are sorely pressed upon, their best field of battle is the floors upon which their children have played, the chambers where the family of each man has slept upon, or under the roofs by which they have been sheltered, in the gardens of their recreation, in the streets, or in the market place, before the altars of their temples, and among their congregated dwellings, blazing or uprooted. This is our Saints' day—two
Abraham Lincoln (search for this): chapter 1.4
g us, allows this high creation to be great in the world and respected. A nation may succumb to force, but when her honor remains— eternal hope and lofty thoughts are not forbidden her if her children, The Trustees of Posterity, the best asset of a State, cherish piously the cult of their country and the religion of their parents. Old man Carlyle laughed until hoarse when it was read to him that the mob of New York city, resisting the draft of 1863, hanged negroes to lamp posts, while Lincoln and Stanton were proclaiming the war as waged for freedom. What irony! Alas, what destiny! Alas, the deep damnation of their taking off. Wordsworth said of the persistency of the Spaniards against Napoleon: That when a people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty, and are sorely pressed upon, their best field of battle is the floors upon which their children have played, the chambers where the family of each man has slept upon, or under the roofs by which they have been sh
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