Step after step advanced with measured tread, And proudly formed, inside the rebel den, Rushed down their works, two hundred noble men. Before our charge the foe in terror runs, Till Clark in triumph straddles one' their guns : The field is won, but as our shouts arise, One weltering form attracts our saddened eyes; The battle o'er, we view those scenes anew, My task is o'er with your first victory won. A list of names of bright renown Were fit to deck a conqueror's crown. Attest it, Newbern; in thy woody deep New England's heroes, crowned with laurel, sleep. Bull Run reëchoed with thy battle call; When dark South Mountain drank brave Reno's life. Of death and carnage o'er her hills so green, They welcomed on the Bay State banner there, Once more the East recalled thee to her ways, Our leader armed and plumed with fate's decree, While on each Southern breeze would come Though baffled oft, yet not dismayed with doubt, Thy work was done; thy last grand march was home; Recall the past, the march, the fight, Our missing loved ones: memory aye will dwell On those our comrades who in battle fell; Our brothers lost; we miss them here; accounted for each one, They sleep the sleep that wakes no more; their work on earth is done. Oh keep the cause for which they died, right; your country, freedom Embalm their memories year by year as thus you do to-night; "Tis our reunion with the lost, 't is our memorial lay. As brothers we must man those walls to storm whose breach they died. Our flag is on the ramparts now; see it victorious ride. Let each one pledge himself anew, and say this task is mine, Till in yon land we form once more our regimental line. CHAPTER VII. JULY 6-AUGUST 16, 1862. LEAVING NORTH CAROLINA. - ARRIVAL AT NEWPORT NEWS.NEWPORT NEWS TO FREDERICKSBURG. — FREDERICKSBURG TO THE RAPIDAN. - GENERAL POPE'S ARMY OF VIRGINIA. WE left our last camp in North Carolina at sunrise on the 6th of July, 1862, and reëmbarked on the schooners "Scout " and "Farrington:" dropping down the Neuse, we anchored near Hatteras at midnight. On the 7th we found that our old enemy, the Swash, was still there, and worse than ever, for even our schooners made several vain attempts to get over it; finally, the men were all taken off them, going on board General Reno's boat, the "Highland Light," and they were got over at two o'clock P. M.; at half-past three we passed through the Inlet, and were towed out to sea. After a pleasant trip in beautiful weather, we came to anchor off Fortress Monroe, at two o'clock in the afternoon of the 8th, among a crowd of vessels loaded with troops. We remained at anchor off the fortress until late in the afternoon of the 9th, when we ran up to Newport News, and landed. As we approached the pier where we landed, we passed close to the sunken wreck of the sloop of war "Cumberland," lying in water fifty feet deep, with her masts standing out, as she had sunk on the 9th of March, the coffin of two hundred of her men, with her flag at the gaff, fighting until her guns were under water in her ever glorious conflict with the iron-clad "Merrimac." It was just six months before to a day that we had first seen the majestic war-ship at Fortress Monroe, on our arrival from Annapolis. Then she was simply mighty and grand; now her shattered wreck was a sublime monument to the most desperate and devoted heroism of the war. The glory of that fight should not be left to written and oral tradition only; a massive and imperishable monument should tower high above the water where she sank, in commemoration of the noble sacrifice there offered up for country and liberty, and to teach future generations the difference in honor between a weak and puny defense like that of Fort Sumter, by Major Anderson, and the never-surrender defiant heroism of Lieutenant Morris, the commander of the "Cumberland." "Ho! brave hearts that went down in the seas, Ye are at rest in the troubled stream. Ho! brave land! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam." H. W. LONGfellow. Passing the first night in Newport News in some dirty barracks, on the 10th of July we pitched our tents with the rest of the army from North Carolina, on a broad plateau with a heavy wood in the rear, admirably adapted for camping purposes; and remained there throughout the month, without anything occurring of special interest. As we fell in with other officers and troops in our visits to Fort Monroe and elsewhere, we were much pleased to find in what high regard General Burnside's men were held by their brother soldiers in Virginia. During the month, our force grew into an army of thirteen thousand hardy well-drilled veterans, by the arrival of General Parke's troops from North Carolina, and General Stevens and his gallant men from South Carolina; and we felt that we had become a power in the centre of grand operations. On the 22d of July we were organized as the 9th Army Corps, in three divisions, under the command respectively of Generals Reno, Parke, and Stevens, the whole under command of General Burnside. Our duties at Newport News |