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Nor did brave Leonidas-
When was stormed the bloody pass
At old-time Thermopylæ-
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.

With decimated ranks, they come,

And through the crowded street
March to the beating of the drum

With firm though weary feet.
God bless the soldiers ! cry the folk,

Whose cheers of welcome swell ;
God bless the banners, black with smoke,

And torn by shot and shell ! They should be hung on sacred shrines,

Baptized with grateful tears,
And live embalmed in poets' lines

Through all succeeding years.
No grander trophies could be brought

By patriot sire to son,
Of glorious battles nobly fought,

Brave deeds sublimely done.
And so, to-day, I chanced with pride

And solemn joy to see
Those remnants from the bloody tide

Of victory!

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, where
She e'er stood through peace and war.

When war's clarion blast shall cease
And the swift-winged bird of peace,
Soaring over hill and glen,
Bears the olive-branch again-
Will these slumbering warriors be,
In their country's memory,
Patriots true and heroes tried,

Who for freedom nobly died !
ANN ARBOR, January, 1864.

OUR HERO-DEAD.

BY CHARLES BOYNTON HOWELL.

A SOLDIER'S LETTER.

BY MARY O. HOVEY.

From their labors nobly done,
From their battles bravely won,
'Neath the earth's cold sod they lie
Resting calmly, silently.
Sleep their sacred patriot forms,
Where war's tempests and alarms
Cannot 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,
Or sent to the realms of death
By disease's fatal breath.

Dear madam, I'm a soldier, and my speech is rough

and plain; I'm not much used to writing, and I hate to give you

pain; But I promised that I'd do it--he thought it might be

so, If it came from one who loved him, perhaps 'twould

ease the blow-By this time you must surely guess the truth I fain

would hide, And you'll pardon a rough soldier's words, while I tell

you how he died. 'Twas the night before the battle, and in our crowded

tent More than one brave boy was sobbing, and many a

knee was bent ; For we knew not, when the morrow, with its bloody

work, was done, How many that were seated there, should see its set

ting sun. 'Twas not so much for self they cared, as for the loved

at home; And it's always worse to think of than to hear the

cannon boom.

Sacrificing self they fought
That the land, with treason fraught,
Might rise, phonix-like, again
From her agonizing pain;
That the traitorous hordes that aim
At their country's name and fame,
Might be conquered in the fray,
And insure us triumph's day.

Alexander, brave and bold,
In the chivalrous days of old,
Did not nobler deeds perform
In the stirring battle-storm,
On Europa's bloody soil,
Than our hardy sons of toil,
Have, when so intrepidly
Battling for our liberty.

'Twas then we left the crowded tent, your soldier-boy

and I, And we both breathed freer, standing underneath the

clear blue sky. I was more than ten years older, but he seemed to

take to me, And oftener than the younger ones, he sought my

company. He seemed to want to talk of home and those he held

most dear; And though I'd none to talk of, yet I always loved to

hear.

to wear,

So then he told me, on that night, of the time he came I send you back bis hymn-book, and the cap he used

away, And how you sorely grieved for him, but would not And a lock, I cut the night before, of his bright, curllet him stay;

ing hair. And how his one fond hope had been, that when this war was through,

I send you back his Bible. The night before he died, He might go back with honor to his friends at home We turne its leaves together, as I read it by his side. and you.

I've kept the belt he always wore; he told me so to do: He named his sisters one by one, and then a deep flush It has a hole upon the side— tis where the ball went came,

through. While he told me of another, but did not speak her So now I've done his bidding; there's nothing more to

name.

tell ;

But I shall always mourn with you the boy we loved so well.

-Ecangelist.

And then he said: “Dear Robert, it may be that I

shall fall, And will you write to them at home how I loved and

spoke of all ?” So I promised, but I did not think the time would

STRIKE!

come so SOON.

BY EDWARD S. ELLIS.

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The fight was just three days ago-he died to-day at noon.

From New-England's granite mountains, It seems so sad that one so loved should reach the

From the North's resounding woods, fatal bourn,

From the far West's flashing fountains, While I should still be living here, who had no friends

Pour the living human floods. to mourn.

Onward sweeps the aroused nation, It was in the morrow's battle. Fast rained the shot

From the lakes and streams and sca; and shell;

Onward for their home's salvation, He was fighting close besideóme, and I saw him when

And the fight for liberty. he fell. So then I took him in my arms, and laid him on the Deeds, not words, make men immortal grass

In this grand, hervic age; 'Twas going against orders, but I think they'll let it He who wills can ope the portal pass.

To a name on history's page. 'Twas a Minie ball that struck him; it entered at the side,

Know ye not that revolutions And they did not think it fatal till the morning that

Are the tbroes of struggling Right? he died.

In these national ablutions So when he found that he must go, he called me to

It must triumph over Might. his bed, And said: “ You'll not forget to write when you hear

What though but a child in learning, that I am dead ?

When the war-note onward rolls, And you'll tell them how I loved them and bid them

While our country's fate is turning, all good-by?

'Tis not heads we need—but souls, Say I tried to do the best I could, and did not fear to

Some must make their names historic, And underneath my pillow there's a curl of golden

Who, the future soon will tell ;

Some must perform deeds heroic There's a name upon the paper; send it to my mother's

And the roll of glory swell. care.

Strike then for the truth eternal ; “Last night I wanted so to live; I seemed so young

Strike then, for the cause is just;

Strike then at the wrong infernal, Last week I passed my birthday—I was but nineteen,

Till it bites again the dust. When I thought of all I'd planned to do, it seemed so

hard to die; But then I prayed to God for grace, and my cares are

THE BATTLE. all gone by.” And here his voice grew weaker, and he partly raised Give them a shell boys! give them a shell ! his head,

They are coming over the hill; And whispered, “Good-by, mother !" and so your boy

You can see their widening columns swell;

You can hear their bugles trill. was dead!

Give them a shell, boys! Aim her straight! I wrapped his cloak around him, and we bore him out Ready! Pull lanyard ! Off she goes ! to-night,

Hear her skurry and scream in hate. And laid him by a clump of trees, where the moon Pouff! She's done for a dozen foes !

was shining bright, And we carved him out a headboard as skilful as we Give them grape, boys ! give them grape ! could;

They are coming a little too near. If you should wish to find it, I can tell you where it Each dusky bulk is gaining a shape, stood.

And their tramp is loud and clear.

die;

hair;

to go;

you know

WHAT THE BIRDS SAID.

BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

The birds, against the April wind,

Flew Northward, singing as they flew ; They sang : “ The land we leave behind

Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew."

“O wild-birds ! Aying from the South,

What saw and leard ye, gazing down ?” "We saw the mortar's upturned mouth,

The sickened camp, the blazing town

Give them grape, boys! Steady! Fire !

Now, boys, go to work with a will ! Sight that gun a little bit higher.

Right !-a gap that twenty can fill ! Give them lead, boys! give them lead !

Up with the infantry! Load, boys, load ! Where's Joe Lane? Poor fellow ! he's dead;

Many of us must travel his road! Give them lead, boys! On they come,

With columns Massed in a fierce attack. Think of your dear ones safe at home!

Stand by your guns, boys! Drive them back! Give them stcel, boys! give them steel!

They fight like devils! At them again! Their charge is broken ! they pause, they reel!

After them, boys, with might and main ! Give them steel, boys! See how they run!

I'm hit-just here--but never mind me. Lay me down by the side of that gun,

And after the rest with a three times three ! Give them a cheer, boys! give them a cheer!

Let them know we have won the fight! I'm dying now; you can bury me here.

Dig deep, boys, and do it to-night. There's one at home--you can give her my sword,

(You know whom I mean,) and say that I Have always been true to my plighted wordFor my country and her I am glad to die.

Α. Α. Α.

“ Beneath the bivouac's starry lamps,

We saw your march-worn children die ; In shrouds of moss, in cypress swamps,

We saw your dead uncoffined lie.

“We heard the starving prisoner's sighs;

And saw, from line and trench, your sons Follow our flight with home-sick eyes

Beyond the battery's smoking guns."

“And heard and saw ye only wrong

And pain,” I cried, “ O wing-worn flocks ?" “We heard,” they sang,

“ the freedman's song, The crash of slavery's broken locks ! “We saw from new, uprising States

The treason-nursing mischief spurned, As, crowding freedom's ample gates,

The long-estranged and lost returned.

* FORWARD, MARCH.”

BY MRS. C. J. MOORE.

“O'er dusky faces, seamed and old,

And hands horn-hard with unpaid toil, With hope in every rustling fold,

We saw your star-dropt tlag uncoil,

On Newbern's bloo ly battle-ground,

Bold as a crusade knight,
Our young Lieutenant led us on,

All eager for the fight. “Forward, my men, my comrades brave !"

His voice rang loud and clear ; And charging with our bayonets,

We followed in the rear.

“ And, struggling up through sounds accursed,

A grateful murmur clomb the air, A whisper scarcely heard at first,

It filled the listening heavens with prayer. “And sweet and far, as from a star,

Replied a voice which shall not cease, Till, drowning all the noise of war,

It sings the blessed songs of peace !"

And, ever foremost, on he pressed ;

Our ranks held firm and true, Though volley after volley poured

And thinned us through and through.

So to me, in a doubtful day

Of chill and slowly greening spring, Low stooping from the cloudy gray,

The wild-birds sang or seemed to sing.

Well done, my boys, the day is ours !

Like veterans you've fought !" Another crash of musketry;

The day was dearly bought:

They vanished in the misty air,

The song went with them in their flight; But lo! they left the sunset fair,

And in the evening there was light,

For there, upon the accursed soil,

Our young Lieutenant lay ; Too brave for even one low moan,

His life-blood ebbed away.

DOWN BY THE RAPIDAN.

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How, like a dream of childhood, the sweet May-day

goes by! A golden brightness gilds the air, a rose-flush paints

the sky; And the southern winds come bearing in their freights

of rare perfume From the far-off country valleys, where the spring

flowers are in bloom.

one.

man,

We sit beneath the windows and watch the evening Oh ! let us not forget them our brave, unselfish boys sun,

Who have given up their loved ones, their happy And count the silver rain-drops, descending one by household joys,

And stand to-night in rank and file, determined to a The very town seems silenced in a soft, delicious calm. How different is the scene to-night down by the Rapi- To triumph over treason, down by the Rapidan! dan!

And let our hearts be hopeful; our faith, unwavering, Down by the rushing Rapidan, hark! how the muskets strong; crack !

Right must be all-victorious when battling with the The battle-smoke rolls up so thick, the very heavens

Wrong. are black.

Let us bear up our heroes' hands! Pray, every soul No blossom-scented winds are there, no drops of silver rain;

“God bless our boys who fight to-night down by the The air is thick with sulphurous heat, and filled with Rapidan!"

moans of pain.

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IN D E X.

EXPLANATION OF ABBREVIATIONS IN THE INDEX.

D. stands for Diary of Events ; Doc. for Documents; and P. for Poetry, Rumors and Incidents,

D.

Fla.,

Doc. 334

A

PAGE

PAGR
PAGE tween Generals Longstreet and AVERILL, WM.W., Brig.-Gen., at Spring-
“ABRAHAM LINCOLN," by W. H. Ven-

Foster,

Doc. 296
field, Va.,

D. 41
able,
P. 11 defined,
D. 56, Doc. 460 expedition of,

D. 24
A Contraband song,
P. 63 Mr, Coffey's letter on the, Doc. 383

prisoners captured by,

D. 9
Acrostic, a rebel,
P. 6 debates on, in the rebel Congress, D. 21 A War Study, by U.S. N.

P. 64
ADAMS, CHARLES FRANCIS,

66 debate on, in the Virginia House of
ADAMS, Colonel, at Metley's

Delegates,

D. 24

B
Ford, Tenn.,

D. 3 ANDERSON, Capt. Fifty-first Indi-
ADAYS, E. J.,
P. 39 ana cavalry,

D. 22 BABCOCK, CHARLES A., Capt. See
ADAMS, JOHN Q. See Mobile, Doc. 121 ANDERSON, C. D., Col., rebel. See

"Marine Brigade,

D. 10
ADAMS, LA RUE P. Report of opera-

Fort Powell, Ala.,

Doc. 100 BACHE, GEORGE M., Lieut. Com. See
tions near Mobile,
Doc. 110 ANDERSON, Ransom. See Fort Pillow,

Red River,

Doc. 521
ADAMS, WILLIAM K., Lieut., First

Doc. 19 BACHELLER, 0. A., Lieut. See Mobile,
North-Carolina,
D. 29 ANDREW, JOHN A., Gov.,

P. 16

Doc. 120
ADAMS, Wirt, Gen., raid on Gelser- Anglo-Saxon Whittling Song, P. 14 Bachelor's Creek, N. C., battle at, D. 40
town, Miss.,

D. 86 “Annie Thompson,” account of the accounts of the fight at, Doc. 858
account of his expedition, Doc. 466 capture of,

Doc. 356 Bacon, G. M., Capt., Twenty-fourth
at the battle of Okalona, Miss., Doc. 494 Annus Mirabilis, The, of the South, D. 30 Ohio,

Doc. 605
noticed,

D. 6, 19, 21, 60 "A patriotic father," anecdote of, P. 24 BAILEY, Lieut.-Col. See Red
A dialogue on the merits of the war, P. 54 “A Premium Uniform,"

D. 49
River Expedition,

Doc. 529
ADDISON, THOMAS. See Fort Pillow, Aranzas Pags, Texas, captured, D.

9 BAILEY, THEODORUS, Rear-Admiral, Re-
Doc. 13 A rebel acrostic,

P. 6

ports of operations in Florida, Doc, 250
"A. D. Vance," run ashore at Fort Arkansas, Gen. Steele's address to the Report on the capture of the salt-
Cagwell, N. C.,
D. 85 people of,

D. 48 works in St. Andrew's Bay, Fla.,
“After the fight," a poem,
P. 42 Gov. Murphy's address to the peo-

Doc. 315
Agate." See Whitelaw Reid, D. 51 ple of,

Doc. 594 Report of the destruction of rebel
Alabama, extraordinary feat of the reorganization in ; Pres. Lincoln's

salt-works in East and West-Bay,
First loyal cavalry of,

P. 6 instructions to Gen. Steele, Doc. 339
Seventh cavalry of,
D. 58 restoration of,

Doc. 824 Report of the destruction of salt-
See T. H Watts,
Doc. 878 See R. R. Livingston,

D. 26 works at St. Mark's, Fla., Doc. 419
operations of the Fifteenth army See Nathan Kimball,

BAIN, GEORGE M., Rev.,

Doc. 4.55
corps in,

Doc. 356
See Fred. Steele,

BAIRD, ABSALON, Gen., Doc. 208, 429
the Legislature of, votes to give the See Sterling Price.

BAKER, EDWARD. See Mobile, Doc. 126
carpets to the soldiers,
D. 27 Arletta," capture of the,

D. 49 BAKER, R. H.,

Doc. 455
Unionism in,

Doc. 357 Armstrong's Ferry, Tenn., skirmish- Baker's Creek, Miss., skirmish near,
Yankee atrocities in,
P. 44 ing at

D. 86

Doc, 475
First loyal artillery of,
Doc. 2 Army of the Cumberland, operations BALCH, G. B., Capt.,

D. 58
Alabama" captures the "Amanda "

of the, in Jan. and Feb., 18 4.

BALDWIN, W. H., Lieut.-Col., Report
and “Winged Racer,"

D. 8 Gen. Thomas's Report, Doc. 805 of the battle of Pleasant Hill, Doc. 510
depredations of the,
D. 26, 27 Col. Long's Report,
Doc. 303 BALLARD, H. C., poem by,

P. 82
Albany Army Relief Bazaar, noticed, Lieut.-Col. Porter's Report. Doc. 809 BALLARD Joux P.,

Doc. 585
P. 20 Army of the Potomac, corps in,reduced Ball's Bridge, Tenn., fight at, Doc. 315
Albemarle," rebel ram at Plymouth,

to three,

D. 56 BANGS, ELI A. See Fort Pillow, Doc. 57
N. C.,

D. 69 military executions in the, D. 24 Bank of Ashland, Ky., robbed by guer-
ALDEN, JAMES, Capt. See Mobile, Ala. number of killed and wounded in, D. 44

CO
Report of operations near Mobile, change in the command of, D. 59 BANKS, N. P., Major-Gen., expedition
Doc. 115 civilians, etc., sent out of, D. 60 to Texas,

rillas,

Doc. 146
ALDRICH, MILLY. See Sanitary Com- ARNOLD, RICHARD, Brig.-Gen. See

captures Corpus Christi and Aran-
mission,
P. 25 Red River campaign, Doc. 545 zas Pass,

D. 9
ALEXANDER, FRANCIS A.,

Doc. 26 A “Soldier's Letter," by Mary C. lands at Brazos de Santiago, Texas,
ALEXANDER, G. W., Capt., relieved, D. 24 Hovey,

P. 69

D. 2
Alexandria, La., captured by Admiral A song, by Fitz-Greene Halleck, P. 15 See Fort De Russy,

Doc. 429
Porter,

Doc. 518, D. 53 Athens, Alabama, rebel attack on, D. 86 operations of, in the Gulf Depart-
Gen. Banks's army returns to, D. 72 ATKINSON, - Major, killed at Saline

ment,

Doc. 173
ALLAN, PATTERSON, Mrs., arrest of,

River, Ark,

D. 72 See Pleasant Hill., La., Doc. 335
D. 24, Doc. 584 AVERILL, WM. W., Brig.-Gen., Report of order for an election in Louisiana,
ALLEN, T. 8., Col. Fifth Wisconsin,
the fight at Mill Point and Droop

Doc. 831
Doc. 162 Mountain, Va.,

Doc. 155 order in reference to labor in Louisi.
"Alliance,” capture of the, D. 62 Reports of his expedition to cut the

ana,

Doc. 970
ALSTON, R. A., Lieut.-Col., Doc. 319 Va, and Tenn, Railroad, Doc, 281 See Red River Expedition, Doc. 331
" Amanda,” ship, captured by the

rebel accounts of his expedition, address at New Orleans, La., March
“Alabama,
D. 8
Doc. 285, 286 4,

D. 49
Amnesty Proclamation, of President at Droop Mountain,

D. 3 constitutes a Board of Education at
Lincoln,
Doc. 295 fights near Covington, West-Vir-

New-Orleans,

D. 50
official correspondence on the, be- ginia,

D. 9
noticed,

Doc. 537, D. 57

D.

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