Report of the Proceedings of the Society of the Army of the Tennessee at the ... Meeting[s] ..., Volume 29

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Page 122 - They lay along the battery's side, Below the smoking: cannon; Brave hearts, from Severn and from Clyde, And from the banks of Shannon. They sang of love and not of fame; Forgot was Britain's glory; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang "Annie Laurie.
Page 135 - Summing up our conclusions, we hold that the government of the United States is one having jurisdiction over every foot of soil within its territory, and acting directly upon each citizen ; that while it is a government of enumerated powers, it has within the limits of those powers all the attributes of sovereignty...
Page 101 - But I come back here, allowin' To vote as I used to do, Though it gravels me like the devil to train Along o
Page 102 - ... he jumped for me, and shouldered me, Though a shot brought him once to his knees; But he staggered up, and packed me off, With a dozen stumbles and falls, Till safe in our lines he drapped us both, His black hide riddled with balls. So, my gentle gazelles, thar's my answer, And here stays Banty Tim: He trumped Death's ace for me that day, And I'm not goin
Page 154 - Ohio, until the breaking out of the Civil War when he entered the...
Page 131 - He deemed it proper to say, that the first service assigned to the forces thereby called forth would probably be " to repossess the forts, places, and property which had been seized from the Union...
Page 102 - Through that fire-proof, gilt-edged hell ! The Rebels seen him as quick as me, And the bullets buzzed like bees; But he jumped for me, and shouldered me, Though a shot brought him once to his knees; But he staggered up, and packed me off, With a dozen stumbles and falls, Till safe in...
Page 31 - I regret very much that it will not be possible for me to attend the llth Annual Convention of '-the American Wood Preservers
Page 122 - the soldiers cried, The outer trenches guarding, When the heated guns of the camps allied Grew weary of bombarding. The dark Redan, in silent scoff, Lay, grim and threatening, under ; And the tawny mound of the Malakoff No longer belched its thunder. There was a pause. A guardsman said : " We storm the forts to-morrow ; Sing while we may, another day Will bring enough of sorrow.
Page 123 - Voice after voice caught up the song, Until its tender passion Rose like an anthem, rich and strong, Their battle-eve confession. Dear girl, her name he dared not speak But, as the song grew louder, Something upon the soldier's cheek Washed off the stains of powder.

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