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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 6,437 1 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore) 310 0 Browse Search
Admiral David D. Porter, The Naval History of the Civil War. 302 0 Browse Search
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Hon. J. L. M. Curry , LL.D., William Robertson Garrett , A. M. , Ph.D., Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 1.1, Legal Justification of the South in secession, The South as a factor in the territorial expansion of the United States (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 266 0 Browse Search
Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley 224 0 Browse Search
George Bancroft, History of the United States from the Discovery of the American Continent, Vol. 5, 13th edition. 222 0 Browse Search
Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume I. 214 0 Browse Search
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again the cry, “To arms! The capital must yield, Unless ten thousand valiant men Shall quickly take the field.” At once ten times ten thousand rose, Who had not armed before; A million men were ready, then, To march through Baltimore. E'en those who once had striven in vain To palliate the wrong, And sought a poor, precarious peace, Took up the battle-song. One heart, one hand, the North-men stand, And swear they will be free; They battle for their native land, For life and liberty. Look, England, who art wont to sneer! And Europe, now behold! See here the patriotic zeal That fired the men of old. The blood that coursed the father's veins Is still as warm and pure; Now call our Government a dream, Our freedom insecure! That taunted lack of loyalty! Look, Europe, what a sight! When twenty millions rise in strength, To vindicate the right. Was ever such a loyalty Bestowed on any throne? Can such a country ever fall, Where such a love is shown? Ah, no! America shall rise Above the dis
gs, John, Some morning, before yees know what to do. But, suddenly, came a fierce growl And a rustle beneath the old table Where Louis and John, cheek by jowl, Sat plotting fast as they were able. 'Twas the bear from the North had broke loose, Having heard of their wicked designings, Says he, Boys, don't crow now so crouse, I'll spoil all your secret combinings. Oh! Ill have a hand in the pie, For Jonathan is an old friend of mine You are flying a little too high, On his bones you never need hope to dine. With a “sacre,” “mon Dieu,” and a fling, The Frenchman leaped back with affright, While John's face, like a “shoat” in spring, From crimson became a bad white. “Pardonnez moi,” Crapeau did cry; “Oh, the devil!” cries John in a huff; While the Russian looked on mighty sly, “Hooch!” says Pat, “my boys, you'll get enough.” Singing: It's better be honest and true, And spake out, like men, what you mane; “Ould dad,” you are not “the true blue,” A fig for France,
when the hand of love Guided thy peaceful realm, And idly swung the almost useless helm; That I, who, in my erring thought, Have often wronged thy fame, By sneers and taunts of blame, Bow down with penitence o'erwrought, And pangs of reverent shame. Thy rulers put aside thy rights; Thou murmurest not: Still They waste thy gold; Still thy great cause is not forgot. Thy ancient foe grows loud, and bold To proffer counsel, jeers, and spurns; The swaggering coward burns With new-found courage; England smites Thy sensitive, proud cheek: Smites, like a craven, when she deems thee weak! Thy pale, stern features blush, Thy passionate arteries gush With hot rebellious blood: But thou stillest the raging flood; Thou seemest to listen, in a patient hush, To the audacious kings, As they prattle empty things. Thy pale, stern features blush, From thy heart the churl is spurned; But thy ready sinews pause, Remembering thy holy cause, And the blow is not returned! Not yet, not yet! Oh! bear, As the
verses of Haggai ch. IV.: Behold, there shall be rebellion in the South, a rebellion of strong men and archers, of chariots and bright shields; and the blast of the trumpet shall awaken the land, and the nations shall be astonished thereat. And lo, behold, because of the sin of the South, her mighty men shall be as babes, her gates shall be destroyed utterly, saith the Lord; yea, utterly destroyed shall be her gates, and her rice fields shall be wasted, and her slaves set free. And behold, great ships from the North shall devour her pride, and a storm from the West shall lay waste her habitations. Yea, saith the Lord, and her dominion will be broken. This Prophecy was published generally throughout the United States, Canada, and some parts of England. Now if that Divine can find Chapter IV., or any such prophecy as the above in Haggai, his Bible must be a new edition. It will not do for these eminent Divines to know so much. Truth. --Louisville Journal, Dec. 12.
; Then sent her traitor Fairfax, to board her with his crew, And beard the “British lion” with his “Yankee Doodle-doo.” The Yankees took her passengers, and put them on their ship, And swore that base secession could not give them the slip; But England says she'll have them, if Washington must fall, So Lincoln and his “nigger craft” must certainly “feel small.” Of all the “Yankee notions” that ever had their birth, The one of searching neutrals affords the greatest mirth-- To the Southrons; but the Yankees will ever hate the fame Which gave to Wilkes and Fairfax their never-dying name. Throughout the North their Captain Wilkes received his meed of praise, For doing — in these civilized — the deeds of darker days; But England's guns will thunder along the Yankee coast, And show the abolitionists too soon they made their boast. Then while Old England's cannon are booming on the sea, Our Johnston, Smith, and Beauregard, dear Maryland will free, And Johnston in Kentuck