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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 2 (search)
t of flame From her cannon, thundered shame!-- So they thought. VI. And strange enough to tell, Though the gunners fired well, And the balls ploughed red as hell Through the dirt; Though the shells burst and scattered, And the fortress walls were shattered-- None were hurt. VII. But the fort — so hot she grew, As the cannon-balls flew, That each man began to stew At his gun; They were not afraid to die, But this making Patriot. pie Was not fun. VIII. So, to make the story short, The traitors got the fort After thirty hours sport With the balls; But the victory is not theirs, Though their brazen banner flares From the walls. IX. It were better they should dare The lion in his lair, Or defy the grizzly bear In his den, Than to wake the fearful cry That is raising up on high From our men. X. To our banner we are clinging, And a song we are singing Whose chorus is ringing From each mouth; 'Tis “The old Constitution And a stern retribution To the South.” --Vanity Fair, April 27
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 5 (search)
g barracks of pine and oak Set fire from Morris' Island, The gallant Anderson struck his flag And packed his things in a carpet-bag, While cheers from bobtail, rag, and tag, Arose on Morris' Island. Hokee pokee, winkee wum, etc. VII. Then came the comforting piece of fun Of counting the noses one by one, To see if anything had been done On glorious Morris' Island: “Nobody hurt!” the cry arose; There was not missing a single nose, And this was the sadly ludicrous close Of the battle of Morris' Island: Hokee pokee, winkee wum, etc. VIII. But, gentle gunners, just wait and see What sort of a battle there yet will be; You'll hardly escape so easily, Next time on Morris' Island There's a man in Washington with a will, Who won't mind shooting a little “to kill,” If it proves that We Have a Government still, Even on Morris' Island! Hokee pokee, winkee wum, Shattering shot and thundering bomb, Look out for the battle that's yet to come Down there on Morris' Island! --Vanity Fair, April 27<
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 8 (search)
8. a suggestion, to Major Anderson. Although without question All credit is due To your courage and skill, Dear Anderson; still, One little suggestion V. F. makes to you. Why didn't you throw, When the first bullet fell Round your fort, a few shell Ten inches or so Towards the town Where they say, All the people came down To see, through their glasses (The pitiful asses!) How soon stout Fort Sumter would crumble away? Suppose that a bomb-- Or a dozen — had come Majestically sailing Right over the railing, That runs round the green, (Which a delicate flattery Has christened “The Battery,” ) How many brave Southerners there had been seen? And each beautiful lady Of the “Five Thousand” fair, Who “held themselves ready” Would they have staid there? 'Twas a thing to have done, If only for fun, Just to show how the gallant spectators could run! --Vanity Fair, Apr
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 56 (search)
21. out and fight. Out and fight The clouds are breaking, Far and wide the red light streams, North and west see millions waking, From their night-mare, doubting dreams, War is coming. As the thunder Mid the mountain caverns rolls, Driving rains in torrents under, So the wild roar wakes our souls. Out and fight! The time is over For all truce and compromise, Words of calm are words of folly, Peaceful dreams are painted lies; Sumter's flames in Southern waters, Are the first wild beacon light, And on Northern hills reflected Give the signal for the fight. Out and fight! Endure no longer, Goading insult, brazen guilt; Be the battle to the knife blade, And the knife blade to the hilt, Till the sacred zone of Freedom Girds the whole Atlantic strand, And the braggart and the Gascon Be extinguished in the land. Chas. G. Leland, in Vanity Fair April 27.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 161 (search)
e in the morning at the point of the bayonet. But our boys are determined and in for it. Our bayonet exercise has got to put the whole regiment through fire and brimstone. To tell you the truth, our boys expect to be split to pieces. But we have all made up our minds to die at our post. We have one great consolation before us: the famous Seventh Regiment of New York will join us to-night in Philadelphia, and at three o'clock in the morning we expect to take up our line of march. There is an unheard — of hot time before us; we are furnished with no ammunition as yet, and we are to rely on our bayonets and revolvers solely. Our Lieutenant is collecting our letters, and I must leave you. Perhaps before you receive this I may be lying on the field among those recorded with the dead. But what is more glorious than to die for one's country? I am in as good spirits as our dubious position will admit, and I will die like a soldier — and a true one if I must. --Boston Express, April 27
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 181 (search)
decorated outside with red, white, and blue ribbons, and inside with a hundred dollars in gold. The gift was accompanied by a pretty note, of which we give the following extract: Please accept, with a mother's offering, a mother's fervent prayers. Our hopes are all with you. God bless and keep our darling boys — old Massachusetts' sons, our hearts' dear treasures, the defenders of our flag. Again and again, God bless you! The money will aid to maintain the large body of men now in the quarters, and the casket will follow the fortunes of the regiment, as a pleasant souvenir from a patriotic lady. Captain Sanford, husband of the lady above alluded to, has tendered to Governor Andrew the use of the steamer Menemon Sanford, to transport troops or munitions from this city to any of the forts in our harbor. He has also offered the services of his steam tugboat, day or night, to tow vessels carrying troops or supplies to or from any of the forts.--Boston Saturday Express, April 27.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 214 (search)
A deputation of sixteen Virginians and eight Marylanders visited the President on the 21st of April, and demanded a cessation of hostilities until after the session of Congress. Mr: Lincoln of course declined the proposition. One of the deputation said that 75,000 Marylanders would contest the passage of troops over her soil; to which the President replied, that he presumed there was room enough on her soil to bury 75,000 men.--V. Y. Times, April 27.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 218 (search)
The conduct of the Eighth Massachusetts Regiment at Annapolis, Md., is deserving of the greatest praise. When Gen. Butler asked if any of them could sail the Constitution, fifty-four men stepped from the ranks, one of whom was the son of the man who built her! A similar incident occurred when the General called for mechanics to put the dislocated engine together. One stalwart Yankee stepped from the ranks, and said, Well, General, I rather think I can — I made that engine; and in two hours the engine was at work drawing trains with the troops towards Washington. The efficiency of the stalwart six-footers with which the regiment abounds, was a most fortunate thing for the vast body of troops concentrating there.--N. Y. Times, April 27.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 224 (search)
Wm. B. Dobbin, of the Fifty-third Regiment of Maryland, arrived here last night from Baltimore, and says that no report had reached here with regard to the rumored slaughter of the Seventh Regiment at Annapolis.--N. Y. Times, April 27.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), The Confederate flag in Havana. (search)
s an anomalous one; the owners might be really loyal citizens, but forced in absence of regular United States officers, to take out Confederate States papers, and in the absence of any instructions from Washington, Mr. Savage hardly felt willing to take the responsibility of entirely refusing to have any thing to do with the vessel, after she had hoisted the United States flag, and thus of condemning her to lie here, unable to leave, an indefinite time. Perhaps it would have been better to have assumed the responsibility, and have declined any connection with a vessel that could not prove her right to fly the United States flag, by her papers. But for a Vice-Consul, and so near home, and so easily within reach of instructions, to assume to decide in so grave a case, is a thing that could hardly be expected. It would certainly seem, however, as if it were very desirable that immediate instructions should be given by our Government, in regard to such cases.--N. Y. Express, April 27.
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