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Ulrich Hutton (search for this): article 7
"Iacta Est Alea!" [Ulrich Von Hutton's Motto.] Iacta est alea! We have dared it, Dared to strike for home and right! Dared to burst the bonds that bound us, Dared the foe in all his might! Iacta est alea! Since we could not Crush the Hydra at one blow, Should we meanly yield our birthright, Kiss the hand that brought us low? Iacta est alea! Look behind you! History shows her mystic leaves, Wot you, how the stout ship Poland Wrecked on indecision's reef! Iacta est alea! So did falter Hungary in her hour of need! Kossuth's rallying voice unheeding, Sold by Gorgey's treacherous lead! Iacta est alea! Look around you! See your loved ones houseless pine! See your desolated homestead! See your desecrated shrine! Iacta est alea! Look before you! Hark! "Vae Victis" is their cry! Would ye sell your children's children Into vilest slavery? Iacta est alea! Would ye trampe On our-hero-hecatombs? Would ye, through your coward wavering, E'en defile your fathe
Hungary (Hungary) (search for this): article 7
lea!" [Ulrich Von Hutton's Motto.] Iacta est alea! We have dared it, Dared to strike for home and right! Dared to burst the bonds that bound us, Dared the foe in all his might! Iacta est alea! Since we could not Crush the Hydra at one blow, Should we meanly yield our birthright, Kiss the hand that brought us low? Iacta est alea! Look behind you! History shows her mystic leaves, Wot you, how the stout ship Poland Wrecked on indecision's reef! Iacta est alea! So did falter Hungary in her hour of need! Kossuth's rallying voice unheeding, Sold by Gorgey's treacherous lead! Iacta est alea! Look around you! See your loved ones houseless pine! See your desolated homestead! See your desecrated shrine! Iacta est alea! Look before you! Hark! "Vae Victis" is their cry! Would ye sell your children's children Into vilest slavery? Iacta est alea! Would ye trampe On our-hero-hecatombs? Would ye, through your coward wavering, E'en defile your father's tombs?
Kossuth (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): article 7
to.] Iacta est alea! We have dared it, Dared to strike for home and right! Dared to burst the bonds that bound us, Dared the foe in all his might! Iacta est alea! Since we could not Crush the Hydra at one blow, Should we meanly yield our birthright, Kiss the hand that brought us low? Iacta est alea! Look behind you! History shows her mystic leaves, Wot you, how the stout ship Poland Wrecked on indecision's reef! Iacta est alea! So did falter Hungary in her hour of need! Kossuth's rallying voice unheeding, Sold by Gorgey's treacherous lead! Iacta est alea! Look around you! See your loved ones houseless pine! See your desolated homestead! See your desecrated shrine! Iacta est alea! Look before you! Hark! "Vae Victis" is their cry! Would ye sell your children's children Into vilest slavery? Iacta est alea! Would ye trampe On our-hero-hecatombs? Would ye, through your coward wavering, E'en defile your father's tombs? Iacta est alea! Break the br
September 21st, 1864 AD (search for this): article 8
Yankee love for Cuffy. The following precious epistle illustrates the immense love entertained by the Yankee for the "poor, down-trodden slave," etc. It was taken from a Yankee prisoner near Waynesboro', Georgia. We place it before our readers verbatim et literatim: Indianapolis, Ind Sep. 21 1864 My Dear Frank I am not very well to-day. I had the ague last knight and you no I don't feel right I got A letter from you friday and I am glad to hear that you are well. you spoke A bout me coming to see you. Well frank I would like to come and if I can get money A snuff I will come. everything is so high it takes A bout all I can make to live on.--Frank I want to ask you one thing. do you think I could get some counter bans, if I would come down their. There given substitutes from A thousand to 15 teen hundred dollars A peace. well Frank, people goes and tells the counter bans that if they will go with them they will give them 2 hundred dollars. well you see they are
Indianapolis (Indiana, United States) (search for this): article 8
Yankee love for Cuffy. The following precious epistle illustrates the immense love entertained by the Yankee for the "poor, down-trodden slave," etc. It was taken from a Yankee prisoner near Waynesboro', Georgia. We place it before our readers verbatim et literatim: Indianapolis, Ind Sep. 21 1864 My Dear Frank I am not very well to-day. I had the ague last knight and you no I don't feel right I got A letter from you friday and I am glad to hear that you are well. you spoke A bout me coming to see you. Well frank I would like to come and if I can get money A snuff I will come. everything is so high it takes A bout all I can make to live on.--Frank I want to ask you one thing. do you think I could get some counter bans, if I would come down their. There given substitutes from A thousand to 15 teen hundred dollars A peace. well Frank, people goes and tells the counter bans that if they will go with them they will give them 2 hundred dollars. well you see they are
Waynesborough (Georgia, United States) (search for this): article 8
Yankee love for Cuffy. The following precious epistle illustrates the immense love entertained by the Yankee for the "poor, down-trodden slave," etc. It was taken from a Yankee prisoner near Waynesboro', Georgia. We place it before our readers verbatim et literatim: Indianapolis, Ind Sep. 21 1864 My Dear Frank I am not very well to-day. I had the ague last knight and you no I don't feel right I got A letter from you friday and I am glad to hear that you are well. you spoke A bout me coming to see you. Well frank I would like to come and if I can get money A snuff I will come. everything is so high it takes A bout all I can make to live on.--Frank I want to ask you one thing. do you think I could get some counter bans, if I would come down their. There given substitutes from A thousand to 15 teen hundred dollars A peace. well Frank, people goes and tells the counter bans that if they will go with them they will give them 2 hundred dollars. well you see they are
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