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John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment 2 0 Browse Search
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 2 2 0 Browse Search
A. J. Bennett, private , First Massachusetts Light Battery, The story of the First Massachusetts Light Battery , attached to the Sixth Army Corps : glance at events in the armies of the Potomac and Shenandoah, from the summer of 1861 to the autumn of 1864. 2 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Massachusetts in the Army and Navy during the war of 1861-1865, vol. 1: prelminary narrative 2 0 Browse Search
William Swinton, Campaigns of the Army of the Potomac 2 0 Browse Search
Brig.-Gen. Bradley T. Johnson, Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 2.1, Maryland (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 2 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 22. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 2 0 Browse Search
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William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1, Chapter 17: White women. (search)
you ask? Only for form's sake. Now, my dear child, I have had three husbands, no better and no worse than other men, but they are all gone. My dear. dead husbands tell no tales. With some persons, the motive of this curiosity may be nothing but a tribute to the rarity of female crime, compared with male. Male acts of violence are in truth so common, that they fail to stir the general pulse. Nobody cares to hear about a man being killed. Last night an Irish labourer was shot in Broadway, near the county jail. Dick Owen challenged his chum, Jim Burke, to fight. The two men had been drinking with their sluts; the two couples hugging and mugging in the imbecile friendships caused by gin; until the two sluts fell out and scratched each other's eyes. Owen and Burke took part in the affair. Come out and fight, cried Owen, hectoring under his chum's window. Coming down, ye skunk! shouts Burke, pulling out his pistol, and jumping down the stairs. Owen snapped at him twice
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 11: the Rotunda. (search)
e clock, as though the dial were a living face on which a man might read the secrets of President Grant's Cabinet. All ears are strained towards the telegraph clerk, as though his needles were living spirits, from which men could force the secrets of the Capitol. Messages come in as fast as clerks can read them, so that we in the Rotunda learn what is being said and done in our behalf, not only in Charleston and Richmond, but in New York and St. Louis, as soon as these things are known in Broadway. Wires connect us with the Capitol, and we are told of what occurs before it is known in Pennsylvania-avenue. The President, we learn, is much perplexed and changes his decision every hour. Yesterday he was rock; this morning he is spray. A passionate and obstinate man, he wants to rule his country as he ruled his camp, and is amazed to find his countrymen object to military rule. Never has President seen a rising like that of the northern and western cities on receipt of news fro
L. P. Brockett, Women's work in the civil war: a record of heroism, patriotism and patience, Mrs. G. T. M. Davis. (search)
elf, was admirably conducted, and perhaps performed as much real and beneficial work as any other in the vicinity of New York. It was continued in existence till several months after the close of the war. Besides her visits at David's Island and Howard Street, which were most assiduous, Mrs. Davis as often as possible visited the Central Park, or Mount St. Vincent Hospital, the Ladies' Home Hospital, at the corner of Lexington Avenue and Fifty-first Street, and the New England Rooms in Broadway. At all of these she was welcomed, and her efforts most gratefully received. Seldom indeed did a day pass, during the long four years of the war, and for months after the suspension of hostilities, that her kind face was not seen in one or more of the hospitals. Her social position, as well as her genuine dignity of manners enforced the respect of all the officials, and won their regard. Her untiring devotion and kindness earned her the almost worshipping affection of the thousands of
John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 1: the call to arms. (search)
ides the ambulances. We arrived in Boston in the afternoon. It was the second time I had been in the city, and as we halted on the Common, and no friend came to bid me good-by, the first feeling of homesickness came over me, and I began to realize that at last we were real soldiers and that the enjoyments of camp life at home were fast falling to the rear. We went to New York by the Fall River line. I had never been on a steamboat before and was very sick. Landing in New York, we marched up Broadway. My knapsack weighed a ton and I was so sick that I could not hold up my head, yet dared not fall out for fear I should get lost. We were marched to a barrack and given some thin soup and a testament. I had already two testaments in my knapsack, but I took this, although I wished they had put a little more money in the soup and passed the testament. I do not remember what route we took from New York, but we went part of the way by boat and arrived in Philadelphia the next morning.
Waitt, Ernest Linden, History of the Nineteenth regiment, Massachusetts volunteer infantry , 1861-1865, Chapter 2: off to the front. (search)
the tables, which were tastefully garnished with fruits and vegetables of the season, together with an occasional long-necked bottle. Some of the enlisted men were given a testament and they were then allowed to roam about the city for a time after dinner. Some of the men struck up: Nineteenth regiment is marching on, Nineteenth regiment is marching on, Glory, Glory, Hallelujah— Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, As Hinks goes marching on. The regiment left the City Hall Park, marched up Broadway, countermarched at the Metropolitan hotel, passed through Canal to Vestry Street, to Pier 39, North River, and went on board the Ferry boat John Potter, of the Camden and Amboy Line, taking the cars at Perth Amboy for Washington. On the march through the streets of New York City, cheers were given for the Union, The Commonwealth, The Hub of the Universe and Our New York Friends. The journey to Baltimore was one continuous ovation. Not much sleep was had, as the regiment was met at every
Isaac O. Best, History of the 121st New York State Infantry, Chapter 20: Appomattox and after (search)
part of the proceeding. All this on a hot day in July made this review an experience more pleasant to look back upon than to participate in. I have never heard an enlisted man enthuse over the memory of that review. On the 27th of June the regiment took the cars, baggage cars mostly, for New York, reaching there on the morning of the 30th and spending the rest of the day, Sunday, in the old armory, corner of Center and Grand streets. Beckwith says, On Monday, July 1st, we marched up Broadway, having with us the stands of Rebel colors we had captured at Rappahannock Station and Sailor's Creek. We received a great ovation. Arrangements had been made and permission obtained from Washington for the regiment to go to Little Falls to participate in the celebration of the Fourth of July. This home-coming reception is described as follows by Lieut. Jas. H. Smith: Most of the members of the regiment were in line, with their arms, and with the seven Confederate regimental flag
Oliver Otis Howard, Autobiography of Oliver Otis Howard, major general , United States army : volume 1, Chapter 4: cadet at the United States Military Academy (search)
graduation caused the vacancy which I filled. He gave me some very wholesome suggestions and I saw at once that it would not do to appear there with a silk hat or a cane. I found that they called a freshman a plebe and that I should not escape the hazing process whatever might be my character, my age, or previous experience. New York City, now visited for the first time, was much enjoyed. I had relatives in Brooklyn and remained a few days with them. The old omnibuses were running on Broadway, and at times every day the street was blocked with them, so that nothing could pass one way or the other till a gradual clearing was had under the direction of the police. The St. Nicholas Iotel, said to be much needed, was just open for guests. The Hudson River Railroad had its depot in Clhambers Street and the cars were taken in and out of the city from that point by horses. There was substantially no city above Forty-second Street. The first time I stayed overnight in New York pr
Oliver Otis Howard, Autobiography of Oliver Otis Howard, major general , United States army : volume 1, Chapter 9: en route to the front; passage through Baltimore; arrival in Washington (search)
he mud and slush of most unpropitious weather; but then the excitement ran high; nothing could dampen the patriotic fervor of the people, and crowds besides the Sons of Maine came to see us land. R. P. Buck, Esq., a native of Bucksport, was a fine-looking, well-dressed merchant, and the chairman of the committee. He took me by the arm and, led by the committee, regardless of moist clothes and wet feet, preceded by a military and police escort, the regiment marched via Battery Place and up Broadway to the White Street city armory. Twenty years after our walk in the middle of Broadway I dedicated a book to my conductor in these words: Whose heart beats with true loyalty to his country and to the Lord, his Saviour. From the time when he with other friends welcomed my regiment when en route to the field to the city of New York till to-day he has extended to me the tender offices of friendship and affection. Count Agenor de Gasparin. Translated from the French of Thomas Borel. Af
William Alexander Linn, Horace Greeley Founder and Editor of The New York Tribune, Chapter 1: his early years and first employment as a compositor (search)
ss; goes bent like a hoop, and so rocking in gait that he walks on both sides of the street at once. When, in 1844, Colonel James Watson Webb, in the Courier and Enquirer, accused Greeley of seeking notoriety by his oddity in dress, the Tribune retorted that its editor had been dressed better than any of his assailants could be if they paid their debts, adding that he ever affected eccentricity is most untrue ; and certainly no costume he ever appeared in would create such a sensation on Broadway as that which James Watson Webb would have worn but for the clemency of Governor Seward --an allusion to Webb's sentence for fighting a duel. began with his boyhood, partly because he had no money with which to buy good clothes, and partly because he was indifferent in the matter. A tattered hat, a shirt and trousers of homespun material, and the coarsest of shoes, without stockings, sufficed for his summer costume, and when, on his arrival in New York city, he added a linen roundabout, h
William Alexander Linn, Horace Greeley Founder and Editor of The New York Tribune, Chapter 9: Greeley's presidential campaign-his death (search)
was widest, and whose fame was most intimately associated with the metropolis, and the whole nation, through press and pulpit, paid tribute to his personal honesty and the purity of his aims. The body lay in state for a day in the City Hall, where it was viewed by more than fifty thousand persons, and among the attendants at the funeral were the President and Vice-President of the United States, Chief Justice Chase, and leading United States Senators. The burial took place in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn. The printers of the United States began at once a movement to erect over his grave a bust of the veteran editor made of melted newspaper type, and such a bust, designed by Charles Calverly, was unveiled there on December 4, 1876. The Common Council of the city, as their tribute, voted to name the little triangle at Broadway and Thirty-third Street Greeley Square, and there a Greeley statue, by Alexander Doyle, was unveiled by the Horace Greeley statue Committee on May 30, 1894.
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