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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 20 (search)
Second New Hampshire regiment.--Both Gen. Scott and the Brigade Commander Col. Burnside, have expressed the warmest appreciation of the extraordinary firmness and steadiness of this regiment while under galling fire and during the retreat. Col. Marston was severely wounded in the beginning of the engagement at Bull Run, and although gallantly returning to the field, the command devolved upon Lieut.-Col. Fiske. Col. Burnside himself relates, that, testing the resources of his brigade, he said to Col. Fiske: Will your men obey such and such an order? To which Col. Fiske replied: My men will obey any order. The following paragraph from the Washington National Republican shows how far this confidence was justified:-- the Second New Hampshire regiment.--During the late engagement, the Second New Hampshire Regiment behaved with the utmost gallantry. Arriving on the field the second regiment, they were instantly called upon to support the right of the Rhode Island battery, and
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 232 (search)
but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed.--Milton's Sonnet to Cromwell. Ho! sons of the Puritan! sons of the Roundhead! Leave your fields fallow, and fly to the war! The foe is advancing, the trumpet hath sounded-- To the rescue of freedom, truth, justice, and law! Hear His voice bid you on, Who spake unto Gideon: “Rend the curtains of Midian, From Heshbon to Dor!” From green-covered Chalgrave, from Naseby and Marston, Rich with the blood of the Earnest and True, The war-cry of Freedom, resounding, bath passed on The wings of two centuries, and come down to you: “Forward! to glory ye, Though the road gory be! Strong of arm! let your story be, And swift to pursue!” List! list! to the time-honored voices that loudly Speak from our Mother-land o'er the sad waves,-- From Hampden's dead lips, and from Cromwell's, who proudly Called freemen to palaces — tyrants to graves: “Sons of the Good and Pure