Memories: A Record of Personal Experience and Adventure During Four Years of War |
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Page 185 - And the dear bright eyes of long-dead friends Come to the heart again ! They come with the ringing bugle, And the deep drum's mellow roar ; Till the soul is faint with longing For the hands we clasp no more ! Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease ! Or the heart will melt in tears, For the gallant eyes and the smiling lips, And the voices of old years ! CHARLESTON.
Page 326 - There's a grandeur in graves — there's a glory in gloom — For out of the gloom future brightness is born, As after the night looms the sunrise of morn ; And the graves of the dead, with the grass overgrown, May yet form the footstool of liberty's throne, And each single wreck in the war-path of might, Shall yet be a rock in the temple of Right NEW YOBK FBEEJIAN'S JOURNAL.
Page 245 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 246 - Cuba with Lopez, was wounded and captured, but escaped the garrote to follow Walker to Nicaragua. Exhausting the capacities of South American patriots to pronounce, he quitted their society in disgust, and joined Garibaldi in Italy, whence his keen scent of combat summoned him home in convenient time to receive a bullet at Manassas. The most complete Dugald Dalgetty possible, he had " all the defects of the good qualities
Page 178 - My failure on the 2Oth, and 22d, to bring about a general pitched battle arose from the unfortunate policy pursued from Dalton to Atlanta, and which had wrought such demoralization amid rank and file as to render the men unreliable in battle. I cannot give a more forcible, though homely, exemplification of the morale of the troops, at that period, than by comparing the Army to a team which has been allowed to balk at every hill : one portion will make strenuous efforts to advance, whilst the other...
Page 184 - OH, band in the pine-wood, cease ! Cease with your splendid call ; The living are brave and noble, But the dead were bravest of all ! They throng to the martial summons, To the loud triumphant strain ; And the dear bright eyes of long-dead friends Come to the heart again ! They come with the ringing bugle, And the deep drum's mellow roar ; Till the soul is faint with longing For the hands we clasp no more ! Oh, band in the pine-wood...
Page 247 - Why, Bob !" was echoed back, and a warm embrace was exchanged. Colonel Percy Wyndham, an Englishman in the Federal service, had last parted from Wheat in Italy, or some other country where the pleasant business of killing was going on, and now...
Page 246 - In the early summer of 1846, after the victories of Palo Alto and Resaca de la Palma, the United States Army under General Zachary Taylor lay near the town of Matamoros. Visiting the hospital of a recently joined volunteer corps from the States, I remarked a bright-eyed youth of some nineteen years, wan with disease, but cheery withal. The interest he inspired led to his removal to army headquarters where he soon recovered health and became a pet. This was Bob Wheat, son of an Episcopal clergyman,...
Page 289 - Boys !" exclaimed a lad of eighteen, the color-bearer of one of the regiments, "I can't stand this any longer. My nature can't bear it. They want water, and water they must have. So let me have a few canteens, and I'll go for some.