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Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, July July 4th, 1862. (search)
July July 4th, 1862. A beautiful, glorious day, and one which the Yankees expected confidently to spend triumphantly in Richmond. Last Fourth of July old General Scott expected to be there, to tread in triumph the fallen fortunes of his quondam friends, and to-day McClellan has been obliged to yield his visions of glory. Man proposes, but God disposes. Many of their companions in arms are there, in the Libby and other prisons, wounded in the hospitals, and dead in the swamps and marshes, or buried on the battle-fields while the Grand army and the Young Napoleon are struggling desperately to get out of the bogs of the Chickahominy to his gunboats on James River. I sent the carriage to Richmond a day or two ago for Mr. N., but he writes that he is sending it backwards and forwards to the battlefields for the wounded. It is a season of wide-spread distress; parties are going by constantly to seek their husbands, brothers, sons, about whose fate they are uncertain. Some old g
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 2 (search)
erving with General Grant in the Vicksburg campaign. Lieutenant-colonel Horace Porter, aide-de-camp. Lieutenant-colonel 0. E. Babcock, aide-de-camp, an accomplished officer of engineers, who had gained an excellent reputation in several campaigns, in which he had been conspicuous for his good judgment and great personal courage. Lieutenant-colonel F. T. Dent, aide-de-camp, a classmate of General Grant, and brother of Mrs. Grant. He had served with credit in the Mexican war, and in Scott's advance upon the city of Mexico had been severely wounded, and was twice promoted for gallant and meritorious conduct in battle. The four officers just named were of the regular army, and were graduates of the West Point Military Academy. Lieutenant-colonel Adam Badeau, military secretary, who had first gone to the field as a newspaper correspondent, and was afterward made an aide-de-camp to General T. W. Sherman. He was badly wounded in the foot at Port Hudson, and when convales
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 12 (search)
er, and start them to the front; but after deducting the sick, the deserters, the stragglers, and the discharged, the numbers seriously diminish by the time they reach their destination. It's like trying to shovel fleas across a barnyard; you don't get 'em all there. General Grant said during the discussion: I was with General Taylor's command in Mexico when he not only failed to receive reinforcements, but found that nearly all his regulars were to be sent away from him to join General Scott. Taylor was apt to be a little absent-minded when absorbed in any perplexing problem, and the morning he received the discouraging news he sat down to breakfast in a brown study, poured out a cup of coffee, and instead of putting in the sugar, he reached out and got hold of the mustard-pot, and stirred half a dozen spoonfuls of its contents into the coffee. He didn't realize what he had done till he took a mouthful, and then he broke out in a towering rage. We learned something at S
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 30 (search)
roy all their baggage, except the clothes they carried on their backs; and each one naturally selected the newest suit he had, and sought to propitiate the god of destruction by a sacrifice of his second-best. Another reason given was that, in deference to General Grant, General Lee had dressed himself with special care for the purpose of the meeting. Grant began the conversation by saying: I met you once before, General Lee, while we were serving in Mexico, when you came over from General Scott's headquarters to visit Garland's brigade, to which I then belonged. I have always remembered your appearance, and I think I should have recognized you anywhere. Yes, replied General Lee; I know I met you on that occasion, and I have often thought of it, and tried to recollect how you looked, but I have never been able to recall a single feature. After some further mention of Mexico, General Lee said: I suppose, General Grant, that the object of our present meeting is fully understood
Philip Henry Sheridan, Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army ., Chapter VI (search)
dition of things. From his conversation with me in reference to the affair at the Cascades, I gathered that he was greatly pleased at the service I had performed, and I afterward found that his report of my conduct had so favorably impressed General Scott that that distinguished officer complimented me from the headquarters of the army in general orders. General orders, no. 14.headquarters of the Army, New York, Nov. 13, 1857. I. In announcing to the army the more recent combats withg and dispersing the enemy at every point, capturing a large number of their mules and destroying all their property. Second Lieutenant Philip H. Sheridan, Fourth Infantry, is specially mentioned for his gallantry By command of Brevet Lieutenant-General Scott. [Signed] Irvin McDowell, Assistant Adjutant-General. General Wool, while personally supervising matters on the Columbia River, directed a redistribution to some extent of the troops in the district, and shortly before his retur
Philip Henry Sheridan, Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army ., Chapter XVIII (search)
gnized custom of using the cavalry for the protection of trains and the establishment of cordons around the infantry corps, and so far subordinating its operations to the movements of the main army that in name only was it a corps at all, but still I thought it my duty to try. At first General Meade would hardly listen to my proposition, for he was filled with the prejudices that, from the beginning of the war, had pervaded the army regarding the importance and usefulness of cavalry, General Scott then predicting that the contest would be settled by artillery, and thereafter refusing the services of regiment after regiment of mounted troops. General Meade deemed cavalry fit for little more than guard and picket duty, and wanted to know what would protect the transportation trains and artillery reserve, cover the front of moving infantry columns, and secure his flanks from intrusion, if my policy were pursued. I told him that if he would let me use the cavalry as I contemplated,
Philip Henry Sheridan, Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army ., Chapter VII (search)
rsburg. This left Miles entirely unsupported, and his gallant attack made soon after was unsuccessful at first, but about 3 o'clock in the afternoon he carried the point which covered the retreat from Petersburg and Richmond. Merritt had been sent westward, meanwhile, in the direction of Ford's Station, to break the enemy's horse which had been collecting to the north of Hatcher's Run. Meeting with but little opposition, Merritt drove this cavalry force ill a northerly direction toward Scott's Corners, while the Fifth Corps was pushed toward Sutherland's depot, in the hope of coming in on the rear of the force that was confronting Miles when I left him. Crawford and Merritt engaged the enemy lightly just before night, but his main column, retreating along the river road south of the Appomattox, had got across Namozine Creek, and the darkness prevented our doing more than to pick up some stragglers. The next morning the pursuit was resumed, the cavalry again in advance, the Fift
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 103 (search)
Before Ticonderoga's wall, And, in Jehovah's name command, “This night thou shalt surrender all” ? Call me a “Yankee!” --who but they, O'er Delaware's proud but frosty tide, With frozen feet, once pushed their way, Led on by Washington, their pride! Who but a “Yankee” forced to yield Cornwallis' trembling Hessian horde, And, as the victor of the field, Received that British tyrant's sword? Who but the “Yankees” fiery hot, Rushed to the battle-field and plain, And, led on by their beloved Scott, Won laurels, too, at Lundy Lane? Who but the “Yankees” forced to wave, Not very many years ago, Our banner, emblem of the brave, High o'er the walls of Mexico? Who but the “Yankees” dared to say To rebels, who can never joke, “Fort Hatteras,” now, this very day, Surrender must, with Roanoke! Brave Burnside, “Yankee” to the end, Thrice honored shall thy name e'er be, For on that Island's burning sand Stacked arms three thousand chivalry! Who but the “Yankees,”
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 202 (search)
orgia's fertile plains we come, A band of brothers true; Our casques the leopard's spoil surround, Our neighing chargers paw the ground, We boast the red and blue. And shall we bend the stubborn head, In Freedom's temple born? Dress our pale cheeks in timid smile, To hail a master in our Isle, Or brook a victor's scorn? No! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood, The sun that sees our falling day Shall mark our sabres' deadly sway, And set that night in blood! For gold let Scott's dull regions fight, Or plunder's bloody gain, Unbribed, unbought, our swords we draw To guard our country and our law, Nor shall their edge be vain. And now, while breath of Northern gale Still fans the tri-color, And footsteps of invader rude, With rapine foul and red with blood, Pollute the happy shore. Farewell, dear friends, and farewell homes, Adieu each tender tie, Resolved, we mingle in the tide, Where charging squadrons furious ride To conquer or to die! To horse! To horse! Our s
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Illness of the Eagle. (search)
oo much physic of Abolition; The blood in his veins was hot and thick, The Eagle's pulse was fevered and quick, A thousand ways his feathers would stick, He was in a sad condition. They called a doctor to cure the bird: There came with the doctor General Scott. The voice of Sir Fuss and Feathers was heard-- He could not set by without saying a word, As the ire of the gallant old soldier was stirred! He proposed that the bird be shot. Loud rose the voice of Greeley and Seward! Many their words — d Eagle, of Stars and Stripes, There was a nest for you, I said; At the very thought my eyes I wipe, Your talons I see take a firmer gripe. The stars fade away, but you feel the stripe-- Poor Eagle hangs down his head. Better the fate proposed by Scott; Perhaps not better, but full as well; Rather than live, so I would be shot, Picked of my feathers, boiled in a pot; Rather would list to my funeral knell, Be dead and be buried and go to — well, Send me to climes where orange trees bloom, There
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