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would say, ‘This looks to me like a defeat,’ the later reports were sure to justify his surmises.
As we approached the city, I saw from time to time small groups of armed men seated on the ground near a fire.
Dr. Howe explained to me that these were the pickets detailed to guard the railroad.
The main body of the enemy's troops was then stationed in the near neighborhood of Washington, and the capture of the national capital would have been of great strategic advantage to their cause.
In order to render this impossible, the great Army of the Potomac was encamped around the city, with General McClellan in command.
Within the city limits mounted officers and orderlies galloped to and fro. Ambulances, drawn by four horses, drove through the streets, stopping sometimes before Willard's Hotel, where we had all found quarters.
From my window I saw the office of the ‘New York Herald,’ and near it the ghastly advertisement of an agency for embalming and forwarding the bodies of those who had fallen in the fight or who had perished by fever.
William Henry Channing, nephew of the great Channing, and heir to his spiritual distinction, had left his Liverpool pulpit, deeply stirred by love of his country and enthusiasm in a noble cause.
On Sundays, his voice rang out, clear and musical as a bell, within the walls of the Unitarian church.
I went more than once with him
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