Woman's Work in the Civil War: A Record of Heroism, Patriotism and Patience

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Zeigler, McCurdy & Company, 1867 - Dummies (Bookselling) - 799 pages
Women's Work in the Civil War highlights the many ways that women participated during the war. Whether they disguised themselves as men to take to the battlefield, served as nurses or passed along valuable information as spies, women played an enormously important role during the course of the American Civil War.

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Page 760 - Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight. 'Halt!
Page 759 - UP from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Page 567 - Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve; Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve. 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose, I know His courts, I'll enter in Whatever may oppose.
Page 760 - But spare your country's flag,' she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word; ' Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Page 761 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Page 513 - ... from below, And angels wait above, Who count each burning life-drop's flow, Each falling tear of Love. Though from the Hero's bleeding breast Her pulses Freedom drew, Though the white lilies in her crest Sprang from that scarlet dew, — While Valor's haughty champions wait Till all their scars are shown, Love walks unchallenged through the gate, To sit beside the Throne ! X.
Page 759 - Over the mountains winding down, Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver stars, Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Page 767 - I have given to my country all I had to give — my husband — such a gift! Yet I have freely given him for freedom and my country.
Page 337 - inferior race,' you know ! We went over one night and listened for an hour, while they sang, collected under the fly of a tent, a table in the middle where the leader sat, and benches all round the sides for the congregation — men only, — all very black and very earnest.
Page 85 - I prefer to give you money, if it will do as much good." " Very well ; then give money, which we need badly, and without which we cannot do what is most necessary for our brave sick men." " Then I will give you the entire earnings of the next two weeks. I'd give more, but I have to help support my mother, who is an invalid. Generally, I make but one vest a day, but I will work earlier and later these two weeks.

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