The Legends of the American Revolution "1776.": Or, Washington and His Generals ...T. B. Peterson, 1876 - 517 pages |
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Page 430 - These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
Page 243 - Suffer me to entreat your Excellency, for your own sake and the honor of humanity, and the love you have of justice, that you suffer not an unjust sentence to touch the life of Major Andre. But if this warning should be disregarded, and he suffer, I call Heaven and earth to witness that your Excellency will be justly answerable for the torrent of blood that may be spilt in consequence.
Page 204 - I know you young men are all in love with Mrs. Arnold, and wish to get where she is as soon as possible. You may go and take breakfast with her, and tell her not to wait for me. I must ride down and examine the redoubts on this side of the river, and will be there in a short time.
Page 178 - Ha, Ha!" And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Page 80 - From henceforth blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labors and their works do follow them.
Page 296 - Hush ! silence along the lines there !" he muttered, in that wild, absent tone, as though speaking to the dead ; "silence along the lines ! not a word — not a word, on peril of your lives ! Hark you, Montgomery ! we will meet in the centre of the town : — we will meet there in victory, or die ! — Hist ! silence, my men — not a whisper, as we move up those steep rocks ! Now on, my boys — now on ! Men of the wilderness, we will gain the town ! Now up with the banner of the stars —up with...
Page 192 - ... taken to injure me, I can with boldness say to my persecutors in general, and to the chief of them in particular, that in the hour of danger, when the affairs of America wore a gloomy aspect, when our illustrious general was retreating through New Jersey, with a handful of men, I did not propose to my associates, basely to quit the general, and sacrifice the cause of my country to my personal safety, by going over to the enemy and making my peace.
Page 428 - Yet that we may not appear to be defective even in earthly honors, let a day be solemnly set apart for proclaiming the charter; let it be brought forth placed on the divine law, the Word of God; let a crown be placed thereon...
Page 428 - A greater absurdity cannot be conceived of, than three millions of people running to their seacoast every time a ship arrives from London, to know what portion of liberty they should enjoy.
Page 176 - It was the 7th of October, 1777. Horatio Gates stood before his tent, gazing steadfastly upon the two armies, now arrayed in order of battle. It was a clear, bracing day, mellow with the richness of Autumn. The sky was cloudless; the foliage of the woods scarce tinged with purple and gold; the buckwheat in yonder fields frostened into snowy ripeness. But the tread of legions shook the ground ; from every bush shot the glimmer of the rifle barrel ; on every hill-side blazed the sharpened bayonet.