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GENERAL RENO’S LAST WORDS.–

When General Reno fell, Gen. Sturges was within a few yards of him. He was in command of the division formerly commanded by Reno, increased by several new regiments, and the men had just distinguished themselves in driving the rebels from the summit of the Blue Ridge. These generals were bosom friends; had been classmates at West point, and graduated together. When Reno fell, Sturges ran to his assistance, had him picked up, and said: “Jesus, are you badly wounded?” To which he replied, “Yes, Sam, I am a dead man.” General Sturges had him placed upon a litter and carried to the rear, where he died in an hour. His last words, before leaving the battle-field were, “Boys, I can be with you no longer in body, but I am with you in spirit.”

Originally posted 2009-03-17 20:10:35.

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ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FIRST SPEECH.–

President Lincoln made his maiden speech in Sangamon county, at Pappysville (or Richland) in the year 1832. He was then a Whig, and was a candidate for the legislature of this State. The speech was sharp and sensible. To understand why it was so short, the following facts will show: First, Mr. Lincoln was a young man, say twenty-two years of age, and timid. Secondly, his friends and opponents, in the joint discussion had rolled the sun nearly down. Mr. Lincoln saw that it was not a proper time to discuss the questions fully, and hence he cut his remarks short. Probably the other candidate had wholly exhausted the subjects under discussion. The time, according to W. H. Herndon’s informant–who has kindly furnished this valuable reminiscence for us–was 1832, it may have been 1834. The President lived at that time with James A Herndon, at Salem, Sangamon county, who heard the speech, talked about it, and knows the report to be correct. The speech which was characteristic of the man, was as follows:

“GENTLEMEN, FELLOW-CITIZENS: I presume you all know who I am. I am humble Abraham Lincoln. I have been solicited by many friends to become a candidate for the legislature. My politics are short and sweet, like an old woman’s dance. I am in favor of a National Bank. I am in favor of the internal improvement system, and a high protective tariff. These are my sentiments and political principles. If elected, I shall be thankful; if not, it will be all the same.

Originally posted 2009-03-15 18:23:21.

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GRANT AND THE POLITICIAN.–

A certain western Colonel in Major-General Grant’s army, took advantage of a sick-furlough to canvas for a nomination to Congress. On application for an extension of his furlough, Gen. Grant wrote on back of it, as follows:

“If Col. —– is able to travel over his district to electioneer for Congress, he is able to be with his regiment, and he is hereby ordered to join it immediately, or be dismissed from the service.”

Originally posted 2009-03-15 03:20:08.

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THE SOUTHERN CROSS.

FLING wide each fold, brave flag unrolled
In all thy breadth and length!
Float out unfurled, and show the world
A new-born nation’s strength.
Thou dost not wave all bright and brave
In holiday attire;
‘Mid cannon chimes a thousand times
Baptized in blood and fire.

No silken toy to flaunt in joy,
When careless shouts are heard:
Where thou art borne all scathed and torn,
A nation’s heart is stirred.
Where half-clad groups of toil-worn troops,
Are marching to the wars,
What grateful tears and heartfelt cheers
Salute thy cross of stars!

Thou ne’er hast seen the pomp and sheen,
The pageant of a court;
Or masquerade of war’s parade,
When fields are fought in sport;
But thou know’st well the battle yell
From which thy foemen reel,
When down the steeps resistless leaps
A sea of Southern steel.

Thou know’st the storm of balls that swarm
In dense and hurling fight,
When thy crossed bars, a blaze of stars,
Plunge headlong through the fight;
Where thou’rt unfurled are thickest hurled
The thunderbolts of war;
And thou art met with loudest threat
Of cannon from afar.

For thee is told the merchant’s gold;
The planter’s harvests fall:
Thine is the gain of hand and brain,
And the heart’s wealth of all.
For thee each heart has borne to part
With what it holds most dear;
Through all the land no woman’s hand
Has staid one volunteer.

Though from thy birth outlawed on earth,
By older nations spurned,
Their full-grown fame may dread the name
Thy infancy has earned.
For thou dost flood the land with blood,
And sweep the seas with fire;
And all the earth applauds the worth
Of deeds thou dost inspire!

Thy stainless field shall empire wield,
Supreme from sea to sea,
And proudly shine the honored sign
Of peoples yet to be.
When thou shalt grace the hard-won place
The nations grudge thee now,
No land shall show to friend or foe
A nobler flag than thou.

Originally posted 2009-03-11 09:55:36.

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