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curiosity, others having seized rifles, shot-guns, or whatever weapons they could lay their hands upon, rushed to the assistance of the State troops, as the Secessionists called themselves, but on arriving, found their designs impracticable.
The column marched through the wood to an opening made in the fence adjoining the turnpike; General Frost and his staff at the head of the column on horseback, the United States troops enclosing them by a single file on each side, with colors flying and drums beating, Colonel Blair leading the column.
Having entered upon the road a halt was ordered, when a large crowd of excited citizens drew near and cheered the Secession officers and grossly insulted and abused the guards, especially the German troops, till at length, forbearance ceasing to be a virtue, several sharp reports of fire-arms were heard at the head of the column, and the spectators, who lined the adjacent hill, alarmed for their safety, precitately fled.
Fortunately, no one was hurt, and the soldiers who had fired were placed under arrest. Tranquillity had scarcely been restored when a succession of rifle reports were heard in the rear of the column; and men, women, and children, strange to say, whose curiosity or disloyalty had surpassed their prudence, were running frantically from the scene.
Many, of various ages and different sexes were shot down; the sufferers being, as usual in such cases, mostly innocent persons. Twenty-two were killed and a great number wounded. Of the latter class were several German soldiers; several shots having been returred by the mob, and some, even, were fired at the troops hefore they commenced firinn One man discharged
three barrels of a revolver at Lieutenant Faxon, and was thrust through with a bayonet. The mob had treated them with the most vehement defiance and vituperation; and their efforts to press back the excited crowd, by presenting bayonets, served only to increase their frenzied exasperation.
The prisoners, being about eight hundred in number, (many being absent in the city,) were marched to the Arsenal, after which, they were tendered a release on parole, provided that they would take an oath not to take up arms against the United States Government; this they at first declined to do; but subsequently, with but few exceptions, they complied and were released.
Call him not “brother," whose unhallowed hand
Hacks down the roof-tree of our common home!
Lays waste the heritage of our fatherland!
The hapless ones his greed hath barred and banned !
Repentant? Yes! Recusant, never! No!
Who strikes for slavery makes the world his foe : Who draws the sword, shall by the sword be slain : And whoso 'raises Cain,' must reap the hurricane."--ANON.
Though lately drifting on the reef,
DEATH OF COLONEL ELLSWORTH.
On the morning of the 24th of May, 1861, General Scott moved 13,000 troops across the Potomac to Alexandria and Arlington Heights, under the immediate commands of Major-Generals Mansfield and Sandford.
Colonel Ellsworth's regiment of Zouaves constituted a part of the force, and, embarking on steamers at the navy yard, reached the wharf at Alexandria about five o'clock A. M. Though several shots were fired at the boats (by Secessionists) as they came to the wharf, yet the men landed in good order, in double quick time, forming on the street by companies, facing the river.
After detailing Company E, Captain Leveridge, to destroy the railroad track leading to Richmond, Colonel Ellsworth directed the Adjutant to form the regiment, and then, with his aid, Lieutenant Winser, and a file of men, proceeded, in double quick time, up the street for the telegraph office for the purpose of cutting the wires.
Having proceeded for the space of three blocks, Colonel Ellsworth's attention was attracted by a large Secession flag flying from the roof of the Marshall House, kept by J. W. Jackson. He entered the hotel, and inquired of a man there, “ Who put that flag up?" The man answered, “I don't know; I'm a boarder here.”
Colonel Ellsworth, Lieutenant Winser, the Chaplain of the regiment, Mr. House, a volunteer aid, and the four privates, went up to the roof, and Colonel Ellsworth cut down the obnoxious flag. As the party were
returning down the stairs, Francis E. Brownell, a private of Company A, being foremost, they met the man in the hall who had said he was a boarder, but who proved to be the landlord, Jackson, having a doublebarrel gun, which he levelled at Brownell. Brownell struck up the gun with his musket, and Jackson at the same instant pulling both triggers of the gun, lodged the contents of both barrels in the body of Colonel Ellsworth, who was descending next to Brownell.
Colonel Ellsworth, who was at the time rolling up the flag, received the fatal charge between the second and third ribs, and immediately fell forward upon the hall floor, and exclaiming “my God,” instantly expired.
Brownell instantly levelled his musket at Jackson's head and fired. The ball struck on the bridge of his nose, and, crashing through his skull, killing him on the spot. As he fell forward, Brownell followed the shot by a bayonet thrust through his body, pinning him to the floor. Jackson's wife, hearing the reports of the guns, entered the hall, and, perceiving her husband's dead body, uttered the most piercing cries, and though treated with the greatest sympathy, remained for a long time in a state of the wildest frenzy. The house was in the utmost confusion. The lodgers hurried from their rooms, but were held in control by the zouaves of the Colonel's party, who at once established and maintained order until the arrival of reinforcements.
Their protracted absence having alarmed Adjutant Leaser, he ordered Company A, Captain Coyle, to search for them. The company found their Colonel dead, and their comrades in possession of the hotel. A surgeon was then sent for, but Colonel Ellsworth being already dead, it was a useless measure. The company then made a litter of their muskets and, placing the body of the Colonel on it, returned to the boat, leaving, however, a detachment to guard the hotel and make prisoners of all its occupants.
The following beautiful poem, which appeared anonymously in the newspapers, is deemed worthy of a place in this connection :
Don't shed a tear for him !
Lay him to rest,
Ablaze on his breast.
Shall cheer him to God:
Spring fresh from his blood.
Don't shed a tear for him !
Heroes must die,
Like suns from the sky:
And war-tramp above ;
Forward to move.
Don't shed a tear for him !
Mourn him in blood !
Shall work him most good.
Die as he died-
Our hope and our pride.
Don't shed a tear from him!
Better to go
Facing the foe.
A thousand shall pay,
Shall carry the day.