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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 4 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 35 (search)
Washington, Jan. 2, 1861.--Scarce a man here from the Free States, and few from the border Slave States, (I refer to men in society,) hesitates now to declare in the most emphatic language, that the Union must and shall be preserved.
Even Gen. B. F. Butler, of Massachusetts, one of the most ultra of Breckinridge's supporters, and the bitterest of Anti-Republicans, does not hesitate to assure Southern men that the Free States are forgetting all political parties and uniting as one man for the Union.
Talking with a South Carolina Commissioner, the latter is reported to have told him that if Massachusetts should send 10,000 men to preserve the Union against Southern secession, she would have to fight twice the number of her own citizens at home, who would oppose the policy.
By no means, Mr. Butler replied; when we come from Massachusetts we will leave not a single traitor behind, unless he is hanging upon a tree.
Private accounts from Charleston state that a thousand negroes are e
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 66 (search)
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the United States flag--1861.
inscribed to S. P. Russell, Esq. by William Ross Wallace.
(As read by John Keynton, Esq., at the great Union Meeting at Yorkville, N. Y. Flag of the valiant and the tried, Where Marion fought and Warren died! Flag of the mountain and the lake! Of rivers rolling to the sea In that broad grandeur fit to make The symbols of Eternity 1 O fairest Flag!
O dearest Land! Who shall your banded children sever? God of our fathers!
here we stand, A true, a free, a fearless band, Heart pressed to heart, hand linked in hand, And swear that Flag shall float forever! Still glorious Banner of the Free! The nations turn with hope to thee: And when thy mighty shadow falls Along the armory's trophied walls, The ancient trumpets long for breath; The dinted sabres fiercely start To vengeance from each clanging sheath, As if they sought some traitor's heart O sacred Banner of the Brave! O standard of ten thousand ships! O guardian of Mount Vernon's grave! Come,
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 95 (search)
The editor of the Norwich (Ct.) Bulletin, sent Jefferson Davis, the President of the Six nations, a pen-holder made from a rafter of the house in which Benedict Arnold was born.
In closing his letter of presentation the editor says: I have taken occasion to present you this pen-holder, as a relic whose associations are linked most closely to the movement of which you are the head.
Let it lie upon your desk for use in your official duties.
In the eternal fitness of things, let that be its appropriate place.
It links 1780 with 1861.
Through it, West Point speaks to Montgomery.
And if we may believe that spirits do ever return and haunt this mundane sphere, we may reckon with what delight Benedict Arnold's immortal part will follow this fragment of his paternal roof-tree to the hands in which is being consummated the work which he began.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 103 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 136 (search)
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the New birth, April 15th, A. D. 1861. Ring out the tidings round the earth, To all the families of men; A nation hath been born again, Regenerate by a second birth! Rent are the bonds of gain and greed, Once coiled around our common life: Hushed are the hate of party strife, And jealousies of race and creed. We see the light the prophets saw, In eyes of age and eyes of youth-- The sacred flame of trust and truth, Of justice, liberty, and law. In furrowed fields, in city walls, Forgot are lust, and sloth and fear; One voice alone--one voice we hear-- Our Country to her children calls. Lord God of Hosts, to whom we pray In all times, favored or forlorn, We thank thy name that thus is born A nation in a single day! In faith to Thee our fathers fought; In faith to Thee we arm to-day, And.hopeful guard, with stern array, The commonweal Thy hand hath wrought. “O, brothers!
blest by partial fate With power to match the will and deed,” This is the hour of sorest need; Go for
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), 51 . April 19th , 1775 -1861 . (search)
51. April 19th, 1775-1861. Once more, (our dear old Massachusetts!) How the thought comes over us-and well it may! Of the drops wherewith that ancient green was reddened-- It is six and eighty years this very day. Six and eighty years-and it seemed but a memory-- Little left of all that glory — so we thought-- Only the old fire-locks hung on farm-house chimneys, And rude blades the village blacksmith wrought. Only here and there a white head that remembers How the Frocks of Homespun stood against King George-- How the hard hands stretched them o'er the scanty embers When the sleet and snow came down at Valley Forge. Ah me, how long we lay, in quiet and in error, Till the Snake shot from the coil he had folded on our hearth-- Till the Dragon-Fangs had sprouted, o'erhatched of hate and terror, And hell, in armed legions, seemed bursting from the earth. Once more, dear Brother-State!
thy pure, brave blood baptizes Our last and noblest struggle for freedom and for right-- It fell
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 150 (search)
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Sumter — a ballad of 1861. 'Twas on the twelfth of April, Before the break of day, We heard the guns of Moultrie Give signal for the fray. Anon across the waters There boomed the answering gun, From north and south came flash on flash, The battle had begun. The mortars belched their deadly food And spiteful whizz'd the balls, A fearful storm of iron hailed On Sumter's doomed walls. We watched the meteor flight of shell, And saw the lightning flash-- Saw where each fiery missile fell, And heard the sullen crash. The morn was dark and cloudy, Yet till the sun arose, No answer to our gallant boys Came booming from our foes. Then through the dark and murky clouds The morning sunlight came, And forth from Sumter's frowning walls Burst sudden sheets of flame. Then shot and shell flew thick and fast, The war-dogs howling spoke, And thundering came their angry roar, Through wreathing clouds of smoke. Again to fight for liberty, Our gallant sons had come, They smiled when came
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 172 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 198 (search)
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A tale of 1861. by Edw. Sprague Rand, Jr. Come, children, leave your playing; a tale I have to tell-- A tale of woe and sorrow, which long ago befell; 'Twas in the great rebellion, in eighteen sixty-one; Within the streets of Baltimore the bloody deed was done. Of gallant Major Anderson I told you yesternight, Of Moultrie's shattered battlements, and Sumter's bloodless fight; And how the cannon's echo shook the North and East and West, And woke a flame in loyal hearts which would not be repressed. Oh, 'twas a goodly sight to see the uprising of the people; To hear the clanging bells ring out from every tower and steeple; To see our glorious flag flung wide all through the loyal land; To know at last the North stood up a firm united band! A call went forth through all the land: “On, on to Washington!” On, for the Union that we prize!
for Right and Freedom, on! 'Twas sunset ere the call was known, but ere the break of day, Our brave militia were in arms, and ready for the f