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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 168 (search)
nnot reach them — cannot smite Them to earth in camp or fight. Some passed from the realms of life In the battle's sanguine strife, Smitten down, in carnage, low By the hand of dastard foe; Who would pluck the beaming stars From our flag, invoking Mars To look on their deeds of blood With the mien of gratitude. Mourners, in whose every heart There has entered sorrow's dart, Sorrow for the loved ones gone To the confines of the tomb-- Seek the graves of warriors slain On the battle's gory plain, when so intrepidly Battling for our liberty. Nor did brave Leonidas-- When was stormed the bloody pass At old-time Thermopyloe-- Strike with nobler gallantry With his dauntless Spartan band, Fighting for their native land, Than Columbia's sons of Mars, Warring for the Stripes and Stars. Honor to the hero-slain! They who for their country's gain, In the nation's gloomy night, Left their homes and firesides bright; So that this, our favored land, May again take up her stand In the van of nations,
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 142 (search)
o flee from their masters, and accept the protection of the United States, and this was sufficient to fill the colored soldiers with carnestness and enthusiasm. On the seventh, the vessels reached Fernandina, where they were delayed for a day, until the plans of the commanders could be properly arranged, and on the morning of the ninth, they dropped anchor at the mouth of the St. John's River, under the guns of the naval steamers Uncas, Capt. Watson, and Norwich, Capt. Duncan. The sons of Mars and Neptune then consulted, and were not long in deciding to capture the town of Jacksonville, distant twenty miles up the river, which the fortunes of the war had twice before thrown into our hands, and which we had twice abandoned to the enemy, as it was not worth the holding. A necessary delay, before attempting the object they had in view, afforded an opportunity for a detachment of a dozen of Colonel Montgomery's men to go ashore on a foraging excursion. They proved themselves expert
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 1 (search)
tars might cry; “You do not feel his worth below; Your petty great men do not try The measure of his mind to know. “Send him to us-this is his place, Not 'mid your puny jealousies; You sacrificed him in your race Of envies, strifes and policies. “His eye could pierce our vast expanse, His ear could hear our morning songs, His mind, amid our mystic dance, Could follow all our myriad throngs. ”Send him to us! no martyr's soul, No hero slain in righteous wars, No raptured saint could e'er control A holier welcome from the stars. “ Take him, ye stars! take him on high, To your vast realms of boundless space; But once he turned from you to try His name on martial scrolls to trace. That once was when his country's call Said danger to her flag was nigh, And then that banner's stars dimmed all The radiant lights which gemmed the sky. Take him, loved orbs! His country's life, Freedom for all — for these he wars; For these he welcomed bloody strife, And followed in the wake of M
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 104 (search)
red to Cambridge, riding in a single day one hundred miles.--National Portrait Gallery, published 1834. A little beyond, a rebel was ploughing in a field by the roadside: both animals were taken, and the plough left standing in the furrow.--Tribune Correspondence. Threnody. Strophe First: The plough stands in the furrow. Ah! how long? The unbroken sod invites the share in vain, The fertile fields produce not: and among The woods resounds the tramp of armed men. Ceres aye yields to Mars. The warrior-god Over her fields relentless drives his steeds; And when and where he hurls his barbed rod, “Some Athens perishes, some Tully bleeds.” Strophe Second: The plough stood in the furrow. Putnam heard His country's trumpet-call, and left it there. In her behalf, the soul within him stirred To such deeds as few mortals do, or dare. Antistrophe: The plough stands in the furrow. Where is he Who lately guided it with wonted skill? Go, seek him in the camp where traitors be, Armed
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 156 (search)
aimed The rights the Constitution had defined. Resistance to the statutes was proclaimed The pious duty of a people so refined! And all this madness, tending or intended, To rend the Union--as we've seen it rended. But — Davis, Yancey, Keitt, and Beauregard, Slidell and Mason, Toombs and Benjamin, Et id genus omne!--what reward Were match to your immeasurable sin Against your God and country? 'Twere as hard To measure your offences, as it's been To estimate the wretchedness abounding, Since Mars his brazen trumpet has been sounding. What demon could possess you to abandon The Union--and your rights as Union men? The Constitution was enough to stand on; And on it were arrayed a host of men, Prepared to lay a strong, suppressing hand on The mad fanatics, who assailed you then. But you in frenzy gave us battle's thunder-- A monstrous crime, and worse — a monstrous blunder! 'Twas Talleyrand, French Secretary, said A blunder's worse than crime;--but never Hath any one in earthly annals
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 9. (ed. Frank Moore), A nice Nest of secesh women. (search)
st enthusiastic and devoted of those home-made warriors, is the charming Miss Kit C----, Miss D----e, the Misses Mac K----, Miss Betty G----e, Miss Kate M----l, and numerous others. Mrs. N----(lovely creature as she is) has her whole soul in the work, and is one of the leading spirits. Outside the lines, there are vivacious and sprightly young ladies, who worship at the same shrine: there's Miss Lucy H----l and Miss Fanny B----y. They are what is known as country girls, and have less policy and more honesty in their actions. Miss B----refused to take the oath, and vowed she would rather die, or get married, first. The modest officer who was to administer the oath allowed her her liberty on condition that she soon became a Union woman. If Mars relaxes his grasp from this precious daughter of the sunny South, an agonized nation and weeping people pray that Cupid (a god of more affable propensities) seize upon her, till she sends up three hurrahs and a tiger for some kind of a Union.
Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, part 2.13, chapter 2.17 (search)
im among his own kindred, to those he feels when he discovers himself to be a solitary white man in the new world of savage Africa, and all the pageantry of civilisation, its blessings, its protection, its politics, its energy and power,--all have become a mere memory. I was but a few days in the wilderness, on the other side of the Kingani River, when it dawned upon me with a most sobering effect. The sable native regarded me with as much curiosity as I should have regarded a stranger from Mars. He saw that I was outwardly human, but his desire to know whether my faculties and usages were human as well was very evident, and until it was gratified by the putting of my hand into his and speaking to him, his doubt was manifest. My mission to find Livingstone was very simple, and was a clear and definite aim. All I had to do was to free my mind from all else, and relieve it of every earthly desire but the finding of the man whom I was sent to seek. To think of self, friends, bankin
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 9: Poetry and Eloquence. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller), Chapter 3: in Memoriam (search)
eds, Solace hast thou for pain! Sidney Lanier. Albert Sidney Johnston I hear again the tread of war go thundering through the land, And Puritan and Cavalier are clinching neck and hand, Round Shiloh church the furious foes have met to thrust and slay, Where erst the peaceful sons of Christ were wont to kneel and pray. The wrestling of the ages shakes the hills of Tennessee, With all their echoing mounts a-throb with war's wild minstrelsy; A galaxy of stars new-born round the shield of Mars, And set against the Stars and Stripes the flashing Stars and Bars. Albert Sidney Johnston The man who, at the opening of hostilities, was regarded as the most formidable general in the Confederacy is commemorated in the poem opposite by a woman long prominent in the relief work of the Grand Army of the Republic. Johnston, whose father was a Connecticut Yankee, won distinction in the Black Hawk War, entered the army of Texas in its struggle for independence, succeeded Sam Houston as
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 2. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 6.34 (search)
of rhetoric, nor charm your ear with smooth flowing periods; but even were such mastery given to me, it would scarce befit my theme — for we have now to trace the history of the army to which we belonged, not in its full blaze of triumph, as when it wrote Richmond and Chancellorsville upon its standards, but in those last eventful days when its strength was well nigh too slender to support the weight of victory ; we have now to mark the conduct of its leader, not as when, the favored child of Mars, the clangor of his trumpets from the heights of Fredericksburg haughtily challenged the admiration of astonished nations, but in that severer glory which shines round about him as he stands at bay, girt with a handful of devoted soldiery, staying the arm of Fate with an incredible vigor of action and a consummate mastery of his art, and, still unsubdued in mind, delivers his last battle as fiercely as his first. And in the prosecution of the task confided to me — in my attempts to reconci
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 7. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Prison experience. (search)
k the ends of their beats. The main street, along which they were stationed, was crowed with prisoners, all anxious to see the monkey show. We knew their intense hatred to us, and we were well aware that the slightest demonstration on our part would be used as a pretext for firing into us. Notwithstanding this, some fellow, on mischief bent, deliberately crossed the line, and stole one of their knapsacks, which he tossed into the road, and the dismay and chagrin evinced by this ebony son of Mars can be imagined better than described. After calling in the officer of the guard, he related his story in the following pathetic style: Fore God, if I bin here six monts, I never tief anything from dese buckra. I wouldn't care, if dey give me back dat garytype. Dat's all I wants. These are, as near as can be remembered, the exact words he used on the occassion. He never recovered his knapsack, nor his garytype, for it was seen, long afterwards, in the possession of a prisoner, who used a
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