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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 18. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 4 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore) 3 1 Browse Search
George Meade, The Life and Letters of George Gordon Meade, Major-General United States Army (ed. George Gordon Meade) 2 2 Browse Search
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HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks) 2 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
The Cambridge of eighteen hundred and ninety-six: a picture of the city and its industries fifty years after its incorporation (ed. Arthur Gilman) 2 0 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 3. 2 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. 2 0 Browse Search
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3. to Massachusetts soldiers. Soldiers, go! Your country calls! See, from Sumter's blackened walls, Floats no more our nation's flag, But the traitors' odious rag. Long the patient North has borne All their treachery, taunts, and scorn; Now let slavery's despots learn How our Northern blood can burn. Swift their hour of triumph's past, For their first must be their last! By the memory of your sires, By the children round your fires, By your wives' and mothers' love, By the God who reigns above-- By all holy things — depart! Strong in hand and brave in heart. Nobly strike for truth and right; We will pray while you shall fight. Mothers, daughters, wives, are true To our country and to you. To the breeze our banner show: Traitors meet you where .you go. In the name of God on high, Win — or in the conflict die! Brookline, Mass. H. W. Boston Transcript, April
37. the sentinel of the Seventy-first. by J. B. Bacon. In the midnight zenith gleam the stars. Swift as their rays my soul speeds on, Leaping the streams and the forest bars, On to the heights of Washington. There on the star-lit camp-guard's round, Footfalls I hear of a sentinel, Steps that I love, and the welcome sound Of a voice I know — it cries, “All's well!” “Well!” for our land and our starry flag; “Well I!” for the rights and the hopes of man, Echoes from plain and from mountain crag, “Well! all's well!” from the army's van. Sons of our homes! while the smiles ye love Prayerfully float round your banners of war, Look, 'mid the gleam of your bayonets, above! God holds the guerdon of Victory's star! --N. Y
east, and sighs, And the free waves in tumult rise, And the free winds are agitators. II. Hot shells explode in lurid glare, Like meteors in morning air, Hoarse cannon unto cannon calling. War's tropic tempest fiercely rains, Belching red fire in crinkling chains, The iron drops on Sumter falling. III. Shall our good swords in scabbards rust, Our flag, dishonored, trail in dust, When rebels seek our subjugation? Perish the thought! our blades are drawn, Thick as the summer blades of corn, Swift to defend our bleeding nation. IV. The breach in Sumter's battered walls, With black lips to the nation calls, To rise, from inland to the borders. Our flag of stars, by traitors' slaves Trod in the dust, in triumph waves With stripes for cowards and marauders. V. Oh, clang the old bell in the tower, That spoke for Freedom in the hour “That tried the souls” of bravest mortals. Let patriots rock old Faneuil Hall, And mantles on our heroes fall, From those who climbed Fame's starry portals
ldering dust of death Is shovelled in the vaults of coffined realms, What Nemesis insatiate still inspires The suicide of Empires? In her breast, Greece nursed the serpent faction with her blood, That stung her to the heart. Rebellion's steel Pierced the fair bosom of imperial Rome By foreign foes unconquered; and the land Of God's own people drank the fatal cup Which dark dissension pressed upon her lips. As midnight's bell proclaims with double tongue One year departed and another born, Swift throng around me with imperial mien And god-like brow, and eyes of sad reproach, As angels look in sorrow, the great dead Who walked Mount Vernon's shades, and Marshfield's plains, And Monticello's height, and Ashland's groves Still vocal with unearthly eloquence-- Statesmen and Chiefs who loved their native land And led her up to fame. With solemn air And thrilling voice they point to freedom's flag, War-rent and laced with sacrificial blood By noble martyrs shed; and thus they speak-- “
ft for the field of fight. The arms that wield the axe must pour An iron tempest on the foe; His serried ranks shall reel before The arm that lays the panther low. And ye who breast the mountain storm By grassy steep or highland lake, Come, for the land ye love to form A bulwark that no foe can break. Stand, like your own gray cliffs that mock The whirlwind, stand in her defence: The blast as soon shall move the rock As rushing squadrons bear ye thence. And ye, whose homes are by her grand Swift rivers, rising far away, Come from the depth of her green land As mighty in your march as they; As terrible as when the rains Have swelled them over bank and bourne, With sudden floods to drown the plains And sweep along the woods uptorn. And ye who throng, beside the deep, Her ports and hamlets of the strand, In number like the waves that leap On his long murmuring marge of sand, Come, like that deep, when, o'er his brim, He rises, all his floods to pour, And flings the proudest barks that
sing and marching in order, Leaving the plough, and the anvil and loom. Rust dims the harvest sheen Of scythe and sickle keen, The axe sleeps in peace by the tree it would mar, Veteran and youth are out, Swelling the battle-shout, Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war. Our brave mountain-eagles swoop from the eyrie, Our little panthers leap from forest and plain; Out of the West flash the flames of the prairie, Out of the East roll the waves of the main. Down from their Northern shores, Swift as Niagara pours, [its jar, They march, and their tread wakes the earth with Under the Stripes and Stars, Each with the soul of Mars, Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war. Spite of the sword, or assassin's stiletto, While throbs a heart in the breast of the brave, The oak of the North or the Southern palmetto Shall shelter no foe, except in his grave. While the Gulf-billow breaks, Echoing the Northern lakes, And ocean replies unto ocean afar, Yield we no inch of land, While there's a p
t this critical moment, Major-General Gordon Granger, who had been posted with his reserves to cover our left and rear, arrived upon the field. He knew nothing of the condition of the battle, but, with the true instincts of a soldier, he had marched to the sound of the cannon. General Thomas merely pointed out to him the gap through which the enemy was debouching, when, quick as thought, he threw upon it Steadman's brigade of cavalry. In the words of General Rosecrans's official report: Swift was the charge and terrible the conflict, but the enemy was broken. A thousand of our brave men, killed and wounded, paid for its possession, but we held the gap. Two of Longstreet's corps confronted the position: determined to take it, they successively came to the assault. A battery of six guns, which played into the gorge, poured death and slaughter into them. They charged to within a few yards of the pieces, but our grape and canister and the leaden hail of musketry, delivered in spar
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), Doc. 87.-the campaign in Florida. (search)
nville to Sanderson. The President's amnesty proclamation will be extensively circulated through Florida. A large supply has just arrived from Washington, and packages have already been sent to the front. I doubt not we shall see a most favorable effect produced by its distribution. On Thursday the steamer Nelly Baker proceeded up St. John's River, a distance of thirty-five miles from Jacksonville, to a place called Green Cove Spring. Two companies of infantry were on board. Medical Director Swift was in command of the force. After landing, the party went to one of the principal hotels of the place, and discovered therein eighteen barrels of sugar and three barrels of resin, which was brought away in the vessel the same day. Three families of refugees, with their furniture, were also taken off. They had been expecting our forces would go there for some days. The ___location has been famous in its day as a watering-place. A large sulphur-spring is in the vicinity, around which
h officers and men to special public notice and thanks, while they reflect the highest credit on the distinguished ability and capacity of Captain Morton, who will do honor to his promotion to a Brigadier-General, which the President has promised him. The ability, order and method exhibited in the management of the wounded elicited the warmest commendation from all our general officers, in which I most cordially join. Notwithstanding the numbers to be cared for, through the energy of Dr. Swift, Medical Director, ably assisted by Dr. Weeds and the senior surgeons of the various commands, there was less suffering from delay than I ever before witnessed. The Eighteenth regiment of Ohio volunteers, at Stuart's Creek, Lieut.-Colonel Burk, commanding, deserves especial praise for the ability and spirit with which they held their post, defended our trains, succored their cars, chased away Wheeler's rebel cavalry, saving a large wagon-train, and arrested and returned in service some tw
th Ohio, Thirty-eighth Indiana, and Seventy-ninth Pennsylvania, under command of Colonel H. A. Hambright, Seventy-ninth Pennsylvania, was ordered to march with the division to the rear, as the rebel army was threatening our line of communications. Camped night of the third on north side of Chattahoochee River; fourth and fifth, marched to Marietta and camped near Kenesaw Mountain, where we remained until the evening of the eighth. The Seventy-ninth Pennsylvania was ordered to report to Captain Swift, Superintendent of Repairs on Railroad, the morning of October seventh, and did not again report to the command until November thirteenth. October eighth, marched within a short distance of Ackworth, where we remained until the evening of the tenth, when we started for Kingston, arriving there the eleventh, and from there went to Rome the twelfth. The evening of the thirteenth we again resumed the march, arriving at Resaca the fourteenth. October fifteenth, marched to foot of Rocky F