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It was with a faint hope that, after all, our ardent desires might be realized, when we were informed that Rev. Henry Ward Beecher had gone to Washington to intercede for the acceptance of the regiment, and although we could not understand how he could expect President Lincoln or the Secretary of War to order […]

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Look what Pussy’s brought in,” leers a Half-Breed with a braided Queue. “Brit, by the look of him,” cries a short, freckl’d seaman in whom Stature and Pugnacity enjoy an inverse relation. “– long way from, ain’t you old Gloak?” “Who does your Wigs, Coz?” “There there, my Lads, think of the Impression we must […]

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It’s Gettysburg Address Day! And earlier in the week Michael Kazin review Philip Dray’s There Is Power In A Union: The Epic Story of Labor in America for The Washington Post. Michael’s father Alfred was great admirer (mostly) of Edmund Wilson’s astoundng Patriotic Gore, and so am I, although I wish Wilson had written about Frederick […]

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The other burning question on Lee’s mind was the whereabouts of Jeb Stuart. It had been the assumption, when Lee approved the plan for the cavalry raid, that Stuart would be across the Potomac and in contact with Ewell’s corps within three or at most four days— that is by June 28 or 28. Lee had […]

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About 1 p.m. , at a given signal, a heavy cannonade was opened, and continued for about two hours with marked effect upon the enemy. His batteries replied vigorously at first, but toward the close their fire slackened perceptibly, and General Longstreet ordered forward the column of attack, consisting of Pickett’s and Heth’s divisions, in […]

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Caz Dolowicz don’t plant tater, and don’t plant cotton, and dem dat plants ‘em is soon forgotten.

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One of America’s greatest public historians, Philip Dray has been in some unusual places but none more unusual than this: seated in an orange dinghy just launched from the Bay Ridge shore and headed for… the wine dark sea? For Staten Island? “No, no, no” the oarsman, Brian Berger, assures me. “Fort Lafayette!” All I saw […]

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In winter the ashen stucco houses shaped like Camel cigarette-boxes squat before the Bensonhurst bay-mist. Bensonhurst, low, flat, rheumatic marshland, is a realtor’s reclamation project. Many of the streets which may be compared to the booming oil cities of the Oklahoma country seem to have sprung up over night. The houses are a makeshift stage-setting […]

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As a man in the 12th Alabama wrote, “we were into it hot and heavy. I thought I had been in hot places before— I thought I had heard Minnie ball; but that day capped the climax.” Once in position the Alabamians stubbornly kept up a steady fire of their own, but they could not advance […]

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THE MARTYR (Indicative of the Passion of the People on the 15th Day of April, 1865) Good Friday was the day Of the prodigy and crime, When they killed him in his pity, When they killed him in his prime Of clemency and calm— When with yearning he was filled To redeem the evil-willed, And, […]

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