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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, Dv C.v DECEMBEB 10, 1881.
BY MAKY A. BARK.
"Deserter ! " Well, Captaih, the word's about right.
And its uncommon queer I should run from n fight,
Or the chance of a fight; I, raised in a land
"Where boys, you may say, are born rifle in hand,
And who've fought all my life for the right of my
"With the wily Apache and the cruel Comanche.
But it's true, and I'll own it, I did run away.
" Drunk? " No, sir ! I'd not tasted a. drop all day ;
Butr smile if you will I'd a dream in the night,
And I woke in a fever of sorrow and fright
And went for my horse ; 'twas up and away ;
And I rode like the wind till the break of the day.'
" "What was it I dreamt? " I dreamed of my wife
The true little woman that's better than life
1 dreamt of my boys I have three one is ten,
The youngest is four all brave little men
Of my one baby girl, my pretty white dove,
The star of my home, the rose of its love.
I saw the log house on the clear San Antoine,
And I knew that around it the grass had been mown,
For I felt, in my dream, the sweet breath of the hay
I was there, for I lifted a jassamine spray;
And the dog thatl loved heard my whispered command,
And whimpered and put his big head in my hand.
The place was so still ; all the boys were at rest;
And the mother lay dreaming, the babe at her breast.
I saw the fair scene for a moment ; then stood
In a circle of flame, amid shrieking and blood.
The Comanche had the place Captain, spare me the
You know what that means, for you come from the
I woke with a shout, and I had but one aim
To save or revenge them my head was aflame,
And my heart had stood still; I was mad, I dare say,
For my horse fell dead at the dawn of the day;
Then I knew what I'd done, and with heart-broken
"When the boys found me out I was praying for death.
" A pardon ! " No Captain, I did run away,
And the wrong to the flag it is right I should pay
"With my life. It's not hard to be brave
"When one's children and wife have gone over the grave.
Boys, take a good aim ! "When I turn to the west
Put a ball through my heart; it's kindest and best.
He lifted his hat to the flag bent his head
And the prayer of his childhood solemnly said
Shouted : " Comrades, adieu ! " spread his arms to the
And a rifle ball instantly granted his rest.
But o'er that sad grave by the Mexican sea,
"Wires and mothers have planted a blossoming tree,
And maidens bring roses and tenderly say :
"It was love sweetest love led the soldier away."
THE BUCKTAIL RIFLES.
WHERE THE REBEL GENERAL ASHBY FELL
F. A. B., in Philadelphia Times.
Harrisonburg is a pretty little town located at
the head of the Shenandoah Valley, that great
granary of the South through which the armies
chased each other during the rebellion, and which
furnished more supplies to the confederacy than
any other half dozen sections of its territory. This
region was settled by the Hessians after the Rev
olution upon lands which General Washington
secured from Lord Fairfax and sold to then at a
low price and upon easy terms. They made good
use of their opportunity and erected nent homes
upon these beautiful lands, which more nearly
resemble the best agricultural sections of Penn
sylvania than any I have ever seen in the South.
The soil is well cultivated, the farms clean, and
the buildings good. Another generation will see
the Shenandoah Valley, of which tLs section is a
prominent part, one of the most beautiful agri
cultural regions in this country.
There is hardly a foot of this beautiful valley
that was not tramped over by both armies. It
was a favorite place for the confederates to redez
tous in their operations against Washington and
toward Maryland and Pennsylvania. It was,
therefore, one vast battle-field, and some of the
hardest-fought engagements of the war took place
over these beautiful hills and smiling vales.
When the clouds of war cleared it found this
once prosperous region desolated. The torch of
war had destroyed the once beautiful homes, and
the tramp of armies had wiped out the efforts of
years and destroyed most of the evidences of civ
ilization that had made this section of Virginia
known throughout all the land.
Great "battles are not always the most interest
ing ones. There are many skirmishes and minor
engagements in all wars that are as full of inter
est and are many times as important as the larger
ones that overshadow if not entirely smother
them upon the pages of history. There never
was a more truthful saying than that "great
events hang upon trifling causes." An incident
and ofttimes an accident provoked and decided
some of the greatest events of the civil war
This fact was brought prominetly to my mind in
going over the field near here where Ashby was
killed. He fell here when the First Maryland
confederate regiment and the First Pennsylva
nia Bucktail Rifles met in an almost hand-to-hand
engagement. It was not a great fight, and is
hardly mentioned in any of the prominent histo
ries of the rebellion, yet that little struggle was
full of interesting situations, and joined, if it did
not affect, later and more bloody events.
After going over the battle-field I heard' the
story of the fight from General Bradley T. John
son, one of the most brilliant and dashing of the
younger confederate officers. He lived in Fred
erick, Md., when the war broke out, and raised
and commanded the First Maryland confederate
regiment through the early years of the war and
in the engagement with the First Pennsylvania
Bucktail Rifles, of which I am about to write.
General Johnson is now a prominent lawyer of
Baltimore and is a great writer upon the stirring
events of the war. He bore a conspicuous and
gallant part in many of them. He was charged
by his superior officers with the destruction of
Chambersburg and won a great reputation for
his fearless daring upon many battle-fields.
Speaking of the fight of his regiment with the
Pennsylvania Bucktails, he said :
" It was but a short distance from Harrisonburg
that Ashby was killed. I never shall forget that
engagement. It was, for the length of time it
lasted and the number of troops engaged, one of
the hardest fought battles of the war. There
were more troops engaged than the two regiments
which finally came together in an almost hand-to-hand
fight. Just as we were filing into line
of battle the brigade commander called upon me
for two campanies to act as skirmishers, and I
detailed two companies on the left of the line and
then formed next to the Fifty-eighth Virginia.
Soon after the skirmishers moved out there was
sharp firing along the line, hut we met nothing to
obstruct our march until we reached the crest of
a small hill, and we then saw a battery of brass
guns, and it was soon evident that there was to
be sharp work. I laid the men under the cover of
the hill, but they had not lain there long before
some of the men on the right shouted, 'They are
firing on our flank!' 'They are firing on our
" Just then a charge was ordered, and as the
First Maryland sprang to the crest of the hill
they were met and staggered by a volley from the
First Pennsylvania Bucktails, which were posted
in a worm fence not very far in front of us. It
was one of the most' effective and well-directed
fires I ever witnessed during the war. Four of
my color-bearers were shot down in succession
and twenty-seven men were killed at the first
fire. As I said, the volley staggered the regi
ment, and in the midst of the confusion a man
rode up to me very excitedly and said :
Ashby is dead ! Ashby is dead! '
"Sure enough Ashby was dead. The volley
which for a moment had stunned the First Mary
land killed Ashby's horse. He was at home in
the saddle, however, and the fall did not injure
him. He regained his feet in an instant, and
swinging his revolver over his head, shouted :
" ' Forward, Virginians ! Forward ! '
" A shot cut short a gallant life, and Ashby fell
dead, even before the regiment he ordered to
charge had time to obey. His death naturally
added to the confusion, but it was only momen
tary, and as soon as I could get the men under
control of my voice they rallied, and then made
as desperate a charge as was seen during the war.
The Bucktails, however, stubbornly stood their
ground, and it took a severe fight to dislodge
them. We finally succeeded, but not without
"Naturally," said General Johnson, "I thought
this a big day's work, but were it not for the
estimation in which my superiors held it then, I
might, by this time, think I had been prejudiced
on account of my pride in the troops I commanded,
but this fight between the Bucktails and my
fieginient was the subject of much comment
among both officers and men on both sides, and
here is a copy of the general order issued by my
commanding officer commending the services of
the regiment :
"Headquaetees Third Division,
June 12, 1862.
"General Order No. 30 :
"In commemoration of the gallant conduct of
the First Maryland Regiment :
" On the 6th of June inst., when led by Colonel
Bradley T. Johnson, they drove back with loss
the Pennsylvania Bucktail Rifles, in the engage
ment near Harrisonburg, Rockingham County,
Va. Authority is therefore given to have one of
the captured bucktails, the insignia of the Federal
regiment, appended to the color staff of the First
"By order of Major-General Ewell.
"James Barbour, A. A. G."
This original order and a photograph of his
regimental flag, with a bucktail at its head, is
well preserved by General Johnson as a memento
of that memorable engagement with the Penn
" It would take a book to recount all of the
interesting stories of that fight," said General
Johnson, while giving some of the leading
" Colonel Kane, who commanded the Bucktails,
behaved with great gallantry, and was very
severely wounded. I believe he and an officer of
my regiment are the only soldiers who, during
the late war, actually fought a duel in the midst
of a battle.
"In the final charge, which dislodged the
Bucktails, Captain Murray, who commanded
Company H of my regiment, in some way or
other came almost face to face with Colonel Kane.
Each drew his pistol and began shooting, and
there they stood firing at each other at less than
ten paces until both of them had fired every load
out of their revolvers. I do not think that either
one was wounded in that novel duel. Kane was,
however, severely wounded later in the fight
and taken prisoner. I remember him distinctly
as he looked when brought back with a shot in
his leg. I ordered him taken to the rear and
cared for. My men who captured him found
him sitting near a stump, I believe, and said they
thought he took his defeat very hard. He never
had any cause for chagrin, because he made a
most gallant and stubborn fight.
"Murray, poor fellow, who fought the duel
with Kane, was afterward killed at Gettysburg.
He was as brave a man as ever drew a sword.
Kane, I believe, is still living in Pennsylvania,
and is, I think, the only man who has a right to,
say, that during the war he stood face to ,face
with an opponent and took and sent six shots in
the midst of a battle.
"I should like very much to know Colonel
Kane's recollections of this fight, because it was
so distinctively a battle between the Bucktails
and the First Maryland regiment."
The history of the Avar is full of just such
thrilling stories as the one above given, but they
are only to be reached when you meet some of
the actual heroes of them. The story of great
battles, as told in the books, necessarily leaves
out the most interesting points, and the history
of war generally deals with great events only.
How many confederate soldiers there are, and
how many Federal soldiers are still living, who
can tell of as interesting exploits as the fight
between the Pennsylvania Bucktails under Col
onel Kane, and the First Maryland confederate
regiment under Colonel Bradley T. Johnson?
One by one these stories are finding their way
into print, and it is getting more and more
apparent every day, that the world will, after all,
have to rely upon newspapers for an interesting,
truthful, and vivid picture of the great rebellion.
The American idea : This idea demands, as the
proximate organization thereof, a democracy,
that is, a government of all the people, by all the
people, for all the people. Theodore Parker.
To be prepared for war is one of the most effect
ual means of preserving peace. Washington.
WAS IT A DREAM.
On the 29th of August, 1862, 1 was in the Union
army, and the regiment to which I belonged was
deployed as skirmishers in front of Longstreet's
(confederate) corps, not far from Gainesville, Va.
During the day there was some desultory firing
on the part of the opposing forces, but no sus
tained engagement, although we continued to
press upon the enemy until darkness settled
down and put an end to further manoeuvres.
At nightfall, I, with four or five companies of
my command, remained in the position occupied
during the day, while the rest of the regiment,
detailed for picket duty, advanced some distance
to the front.
I was in excellent health and.spirits, but being
greatly fatigued, fell asleep almost immediately
after the arrangements for tlie night had been
perfected, and soon began to dream.
For some considerable time my mind wandered
over events or dwelt upon scenes which were
familiar, and which, upon awakening, I found no
difficulty in locating.
After awhile, however, I wandered into a dream
land where all seemed strange. I fancied myself
lying in line of battle with my comrades in a
piece of timber fringing an open field of some
considerable extent, the farther side of which
sloped gently upward, forming a ridge parallel
to our front. Upon this ridge I could plainly
distinguish something like a dozen cannon, and
could see the confederate Artillerymen resting
upon the earth or lounging in little groups about
their guns, as distinctly as I could have done with
my natural vision.
I could also perceive the puffs of smoke from
the rifles of the enemy's sharpshooters and hear
the reports of their fire-arras and the ping and
thud of the bullets. I might here mention, as a
further description of the field, that the wood in
which we lay was quite clear of underbrush ;
that we occupied the edge nearest the foe, with a
rail fence between us and the cleared space of
which I have spoken, and that this fence some
three hundred yards, more or less, to our right
turned off at a right angle and ran quite up to
the confederate lines. As was the case where we
lay, so it was on our right. The fence separated
the cleared field from the timber, which latter
constituted two sides of a parallelogram, the
angle being, as already observed, not far from the
right wing of my regiment.
While I was taking in these details, and expe
riencing meanwhile the peduliar sensations which
sometimes annoy even old campaigners when
compelled to remain inactive under a dropping
fire, I thought an order caine for us to charge the
batteries before us.
The regiment arose, formed line, started out
from the timber, and instantaneously the guns
upon the heights beyond opened fire. As we
passed on I saw men fall as though killed or
wounded, and heard all the various sounds and
din of battle.
About midway the field, running parallel with
our line, I noticed a depression commonly called
by farmers a " dead furrow" it being the "finish
ing off" place in a ploughed field. We passed over
this and continued our charge across the open
spaep find up the slope almost to the very muz
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whether wounded or not my dream or whatever
it was, did not inform me.
While thus prostrate and helpless, I gazed
about me and saw, a short distance in rear of the
guns, a small cabin, and in its gable, which was
toward me, a window.
About the building were grouped many wound
ed men, some standing, others lying down. In
the immediate vicinity of myself there seemed
to be hundreds who had fallen in the contest.
Casting my eyes in the direction from whence we
had come, I beheld the remains of my command
in full retreat. I also noticed the sun, which was
shining brightly, and appeared to be in the vicin
ity of an hour above setting.
At this point I was awakened from slumber,
and learned the time to be about two a. m. of
August 30th. Having my dream, as I considered
it, in mind, I made inquiries, and ascertained
that during my nap everything had remained
unusually quiet, only a few shots having been
exchanged on the picket line.
An hour afterward we were on the march for
Manassas and the battle-field of Groveton.
I must confess that the realistic character of
my excogitations during sleep affected me con
siderably; and all the more because the scenery
depicted was altogether strange. My memory,
though questioned to the uttermost, failed to re
call any locality through which I had ever passed
at all resembling it. Consequently I felt unusu
ally gloomy and depressed in spirits, and all the
morning carried in my heart a presentiment, the
nature of which can scarcely be described, of ap
The old battle-field of Bull Run was reached
early in the forenoon, and about twelve m. we
were advanced a mile or so to the northward,
where we were assigned our position in the line
of battle then forming.
The station occupied by my regiment happened
to be in a piece of timber skirting an open field,
which terminated at the distance of some five or
six hundred yards in front of us in a ridge
crowned with several confederate batteries, the
guns in plain sight.
The enemy's sharp-shooters lay in front of their
artillery concealed from view, but the puffs of
smoke from their muskets sufficiently indicated
their locality, and disclosed the fact that our
opposing lines were parallel.
On our left the country was open, but in the
opposite direction, beginning at a distance of
some three hundred yards from our right, the
timber extended up to and beyond the ridge al
The excitement consequent upon the fighting
going on about me and the skirmish firing drove
my dream temporarily out of mind, although ite
impressions were allowed to remain.
About five o'clock in the afternoon, as I should
judge, we were ordered to charge the position in
our front ; and the various regiments of the bri
gade, my own occupying the second place from
the left, advanced to the dangerous undertaking.
Moving from our -place of shelter, we were
greeted with a terrific shower of grape, canister,
and shell, the first discharge of which encounter
ed us as we were climbing or in some manner
getting over or past a worm fence of some five or
six rails high, and which had intervened between
ourselves and the cleared field beyond.
When about half the distance to the ridge had
been traversed, one of the men nearest to me fell;
and, although we were going at the double-quick,
I noticed, as I hastily glanced down at him, that
he had fallen in a " dead furrow," which the reg
iment was just crossing.
I might here observe that, while lying in the
timber, it, the field, the ridge, everything, in fact,
about me seemed strangely familiar; and so did
the "dead furrow;" but yet the events of the
nigh previous did not recur to me. I was think
ing of something else at about that time.
We charged ahead and reached the hill. The
enemy's gunners fled. The crest was almost
gained, as we (or at least, I) thought, when sud
denly I was enveloped in total darkness. A
pressure upon my throat, a ringing in my ears
as though my head were plunged into a stream
of running water; a sensation of dizziness, numb
ness, sufibcation, and of falling, and then a shock
as I struck the ground ; how well I remember it
The concussion of the fall seemed to restore my
sight (consciousness had never left me) and to
this day the incidents then transpiring are as
fresh as though they had occurred within the
For instance : While I was momentarily reel
ing, just at the time of being hit, preparatory to
a fall over backward, I heard a comrade remark:
"There goes " (mentioning my name), and I
remember thinking, even while on my way down
to kiss Mother Earth with the back of my head,
that I was "gone," instead of going.
But to continue : So soon after falling as pos
sible I constituted myself a board of survey to
ascertain and assess the damages sustained, and
forthwith entered upon the investigation.
I found that, as a personal matter, the injuries
were quite serious a minie ball having penetrat
ed my throat, passed between the jugular and
windpipe and found an exit at the back of my
neck, quite low down and close by the spine,
which it slightly fractured.
After making up and sending in this report, and
doing what I could to staunch the flow of blood
by forcing into the wound some lint and a hand
kerchief I fortunately had with me, I crawled as
best I could in my paralyzed condition to a more
sheltered position, which, however, was exceed
ingly difficult to find.
It was the hottest jriace I was ever in, and hot
ter than any I hope for in the future. The losses
were terrible, more than half my comrades being
either killed or wounded, the other regiments of
the brigade suffering in proportion.
Speaking of hot places in battle, one does not
cannot understand fully what they are until
he is struck down on the field, there to lie, ut
terly helpless, while bullets are singing and
humming, like ten hundred thousand swarms of
bees, pattering upon the ground and casting up
little puffs of dust or dirt, as the rain-drops dur
ing a heavy shower do the waters of a lake, or
crushing into the bone or striking with a dull
thud the quivering flesh while grape and can
ister, shot and shell are howling, hissing, scream
ing over and about his prostrate form I say one
must needs experience all these things in order
to fully understand the meaning of the term "a
Then, if he think at all, he will incline to the
belief that the cauldron of hell, with the cover
off, is but as an ice cavern when compared with
the particular locality fate has forced him to
occupy. The fighting continued only a short
time after I fell; but before it was fairly over,
still in search of a place of safety, I dragged
myself into the cut of an abandoned railroad,
which ran albng the hillside almost at its summit,
and where the confederate infantry had lain. As
I did this I caught a glimpse of a small cabin
standing just beyond the batteries we had so
vainly attempted to capture. I could perceive
the roof, and as low down as the eaves. The
gable stood facing me, and in it was a small
At this moment I remembered my visions of
the previous night. Instinctively I turned and
looked in the direction of my comrades. They
were in a full retreat, followed up by the victo
rious foe. The sun was low down in the heavens,
just as I had seen it in my sleep.
Soon afterward the confederates carried me
back to the cabin. Hundreds of our wounded
were there as well as many of the enemy's,
besides a large number of men who had died.
Everything corresponded with what I had gazed
upon hours before.
The vision was verified. Now comes the curious
feature of the case. The nearest I had ever been
to the locality described, previous to the day
upon which I was wounded, was upon the old
Bull Run battlefield, some two miles distant,
and from which it was absolutely impossible to
get even a limited view of the field upon which
I lay. I had never seen a sketch or photograph
of the country, nor read a description of it, or
heard it described. These are facts beyond con
troversy. How, then, is the matter to be explained ?
Was it simply a remarkable coincidence, or is the
circumstances to be properly classed among those
strange cases of "second sight" of which we
I can understand an ordinary dream, for the
visions which it brings to view are almost invari
ably based upon some incident of the past. The
visions may be grotesque or distorted, but yet, if
we search long and carefully enough, we can
reasonably aeeount for them. As heat will often
restore the date upon a coin, otherwise undistin
guishable, so sleep will frequently restore, through
the agency of dreams, scenes and events long
since forgotten and gone from recollection during
waking hours. But if the coin never bore a date,
then nothing exists to be restored. And if there
be no foundation in fact, how can a simple dream
bring to view scenes through which the dreamer
subsequently passes, that are verified in every
important particular by his actual experience?
It is a knotty problem, and one I have again
and again- endeavored to solve, but without
success. ' -
The facts are submitted as they actually pre
sented themselves in my case, and let him who
can, or thinks he can, furnish the key that shall
explain them satisfactorily.
A WAR REMINISCENCE.
The late Dr. Allston W. Whitney was a great
admirer of General Butler, and on being asked
why he supported the latter so strongly in his
campaign for Governor, the doctor gave the fol
lowing reason: While he was a prisoner. in Libby,
held as a- hostage for a confederate officer of equal
rank captured by our army, General Burnside,
who was operating in East Tennessee with the
Ninth Corps, captured two rebel captains, who
were hanged as spies after satisfactory proof that
that was their mission inside of our lines. When
the news reached Richmond there was great ex
citement among the confederates, and the result
was that an order was issued that two Union
captains should be hanged in retaliation. The
choice fell upon an Ohio and a New York cap
tain, who were notified to be prepared for death
on the following day. Almost immediately after
the announcement of what was to be done, Gen.
Butler, who was then in command of the Army
of the James in front of Richmond, was apprised
of the fact. He had just captured Gen. Fitzhugh
Lee and another confederate general, and sentback
word to the authorities of Richmond that if they
executed the two captains he would perform a
like duty with the two generals. The confeder
ates protested that the execution of officers of a
superior rank for those of an inferior rank never
was known in the history of war, and was con
trary to all precedents; but the only satisfaction
that they got from Gen. Butler was that he didn't
care what had been done in the past, and that he
was willing to established a new precedent, if
necessary. The result was that the lives of the
two officers were spared, and from that time to
his death Dr. Whitney never ceased to praise
The flag of the "United States, although it is
the symbol of the newest of any of the great
Nations, is in itself one of the most venerable
national symbols, and its history is not a little
curious. It dates back to 1777, while the Union
Jack of Great Britain is twenty-four years
younger, having been adopted in 1801. Spain
took her present colors in 1785, France in 1794,
Portugal 1830, the German Empire 1870, and
Italy 1848. Even the Chinese and Japanese flags
are more recent ; those of Russia and Turkey,
however, antedate the American. There is no
record of any debate before the adoption of the
stars and stripes, and no one seems to know with
whom it originated. The flag seems to have
sprung up full-grown like the magic trees the
Oriental conjurer produces before one's eyes from
the ground. The precedent flags gave but little
intimation of what was coming. They were
striped, it is true, but had no hint of stars and
stripes. The rattlesnake was a favorite device
sometimes in the corner, where the stars now
shine forth. With it was frequently found the
motto, "Don't tread on me." The colonial flag
had a groundwork of thirteen stripes to represent
the colonies, and the Union Jack in the corner,
afterwards to be replaced by the thirteen stars,
white on a blue field, representing, as the reso
lution that moved its adoption stated, "a new
CHIPCO, THE SEMINOLE CHIEF,
The news has just reached us of the death of
Chipco, the chief of the remnant of a band of Tal
lahassee Indians, on the 16th of October last.
This noted Seminole warrior, as near as can be
learned, was a little over one hundred years of
age, and had, up to a few months back, been able
to engage in the hunts and annual festivities of
his tribe, but has at last had to succumb to old
age. He fully participated in the long Seminole
war, and at the time Billy Bowlegs and his com
panions were deported to the Indian Territory
in 1836 Chipco and his band managed to elude
their pursuers and have since lived here and there
in the Kissimmee country, though of late years
their main camp has been about twenty-five miles
east of here, near the Catfish Lakes. Though not
actively engaged in the memorable Dade's massa
cre in 1835, Chipco was present at many massacres
and battles of minor importance. In talking over
his past career he always expressed regret for but
one deed, which was the killing of a white infant
by tossing it up and catching it as it came down
on the point of his hunting-knife. The usual
formalities peculiar to Indian tribes were gone
through with at his death. Six fine horses and
many fat hogs were shot and killed at his grave
and his rifle and hunting accoutrements, together
with cooking utensils, were buried with him, so
that he might have the use of them in the "happy
hunting grounds." The remnant of Chipco's band
now numbers but three warriors, with their wo
men, children, and negroes, and the chieftain's
mantle has descended on the shoulders of Chip
co's oldest son, who will be known in diplomatic
circles as Tustenuggee Tahusky. Barton Fla.)
Millions for defence, but not one cent for trib
ute. Charles Cotesicorth PincJcney.
We join ourselves to no party that does not
carry the flag and keep step to the music of the
Union. Bufus Choate.
The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the
same time. Thomas Jefferson.
We have met the enemy, and they are ours.
Commodore Oliver H. Perry.
I was born an American ; I live an American ;
I shaU die an American. Daniel Webster.
Our country ! In her intercourse with foreign
nations, may she always be in the right; but our
country, right or wrong. Commodore Stephen
The people never give up their liberties but
under some delusion. Edmund Burke.
Kings will be tyrants from policy, when sub
jects are rebels from principle.
The winds and waves are always on the side of
the ablest navigators. Edward Gibbon.
I will die-in the last ditch. Prince of Orange.