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Civil War Harper's Weekly, July 13, 1861

This newspaper features some really nice portraits of General Winfield Scott, and has pictures and a story on the Battle of Boonville. It also has a great picture of Abraham Lincoln's cabinet at the start of the war.

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The Battle of Boonville

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General Lyon Biography


Texas Union Movement

Fort McHenry

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Abraham Lincoln's Cabinet


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Cincinnati, Ohio

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Slave Auction

Slave Auction

John C. Fremont

General John Fremont

White Springs

White Springs, Virginia

Description of a Slave Auction


Acne Treatment



JULY 13, 1861.]




THEY stood, mute lipped, with sullen eyes When spring was fresh and green, A tiny coffin at their feet,

A new-made grave between.

The earth was rich with bursting buds, The wind with grand perfumes,

God's music, in a thousand tones, Swept softly round the tombs.

The preacher, with a voice attuned To meet the music's swell,

Stood heralding an angel's birth, The promise, " All is well!"

The neighbors, with uncovered heads,

In saddened groups stood by,

With many a listening, trembling lip,

And many a dimming eye.

For every one of all the groups Who gathered sadly there

Knew why, on either side the grave, Stood James and Ellen Ware.

They knew how words of bitter strife Had words of love defied,

And how a wandering man returned, The day his child had died.

Returned too late to kiss the lips

He loved so well with life; Returned with anger in his heart

Against an angry wife.

For she, when first the babe had drooped, With sullen scorn denied

Her wish to have the father by The little sufferer's side.

She steeled her heart with every word

His angry tongue had said, And called him only to his home

To find his darling dead.

And so they stood beside the grave, The husband and the wife,

Still warming in their heart of hearts The olden words of strife.

The only two of all the crowd

Unmoved to love and tears,

With them the promise, " All is well!" Fell on unlistening ears.

The prayer had ceased, the sexton stooped To lift the tiny load,

To lay the baby child away

Within its last abode.

From either side the open grave

Stepped James and Ellen Ware, And knelt beside the baby child

That lay so silent there.

Their heads were bowed, their hands were clasped Upon the coffin lid;

The tears that struggled from their hearts Could be no longer hid.

The preacher cast his eyes aloft,

And stretched his hands in prayer, No word he spoke, we knew he prayed

For James and Ellen Ware.

Their hands crept blindly o'er the lid, And met in warm embrace,

Their heads were lifted from their breasts, To gaze in either face.

In sad, heart-broken tones they called Their baby's name aloud,

And sobbing in each other's arms,

They kissed its wooden shroud. And as the sexton stooped to lift

Once more the little shell,

They whispered to each other's heart The promise, " All is well!"

[SEE PAGE 436.]

White Springs, Virginia
Marshal Kane



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