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Im Museum für Musikinstrumente, Berlin
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Illustration from the "Repeat Performance" chapter of The New Encyclopedia of Modern Sewing, published in 1943.
On the way home from seeing Sinderella last night I took some snaps. This was taken after midnight [I did not turn into a pumpkin] so counts for today's shot. Just as well as both my children are ill again and V has a really high fever which I can't bring down. sob.
I really love the London Eye. I love the design and its London location.
We chance upon MBTA 1130 twice in the same afternoon, with it now leading train 525 to Worcester out from under the Hynes Convention Center and about to pass under the Charlesgate overpass.
Description: August, 1862 issue of the Christian Banner with sheet music to the Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe, music by D. C. Holmes, Principal of the Sixth Ward School, Pittsburgh, PA. Page 1 of 4.
Full Text:
VOL. I.
PUBLISHED BY
The Christian Banner. for the Soldier and the Sailor
AN ARMY OF PEACE-MAKERS.
BY JENNY BRADFORD.
"On, of course we shall conquer; I never had any doubt on that point; but I tell you the tug of war will come after the last gun is fired; what do you propose to do then? "
"Do? why, live and prosper under the Union and Constitution."
"And you expect that after Richmond is taken, and half a dozen of the arch-traitors have been hung, the rest will all subside, and be as quiet as lambs! I tell you, Hunter, I know Southern temper better than that. They are a proud, passionate, vindictive race, not likely, as I, see, to be made much more amiable by defeat."
"Well, then, my dear Burt, I beg to repeat your own pertinent question, --What do you propose to do?"
"That's more easily asked than answered. Anyhow, I don't believe in a merely mechanical union. I haven't forgotten, when brother Tom and I were little shavers, how mother used to make us ' kiss and be friends,' when we felt much more like biting each other. I have no more faith in the process than I had then. Force may restore the pretense of friendship, but, as the old father of rebellion himself remarked. Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep."
"To return to the question, then, what is to be done?"
"I confess to you, Hunter, I see no way but give them a sound enough thrashing to make them respect us, and then kick them out of the Union, If this be treason, make the most of it: "
"I am happy not to agree with you, Burt." "But you are a man of sense; what do you really expect?"
"I expect to see a day when the North and South will kiss and be friends in good faith. How much struggle and sacrifice and suffering lie between, I can not tell, but I am sure it will come."
"You are blessed with a sanguine disposition, Hunter, that's a fact. Don't you see nothing is savage enough to express their hatred of us? I should like to know how you imagine the blissful consummation is to come about."
"Of course the rebels must be thoroughly and hopelessly beaten. Of course the slavery question must be so settled that eternal justice can let it rest. But, for making the South really our friends, I rely upon our army."
"For holding them down, you mean." "No; for making them actually understand us, respect us, like us." "I don't see it, though I confess our boys have an amazingly taking way down in Dixie." "You know, Burt, that the popular idea of a Yankee, the other side of Mason and Dixon's line, has been, -a cold-blooded, close-fisted, meddlesome sneak. Now, do you suppose we can pour down among them some hundred thousand of our citizens without essentially changing that opinion? In the first place, it will do them good to feel the steady nerve of Northern courage, though it be in a death-grapple"
"It may elevate contempt into hatred."
"That is something. No people have a greater admiration for personal bravery or military prowess than they, and every mile they run before us will heighten their respect for us. But here is another thing. I never met a Southerner who did not believe every Northerner was born to hate him. Now, they must know, if the North had a spite to gratify, nothing could afford her a better chance than the march of a victorious army; but, on the contrary, she feeds their poor, protects their homes, nurses their sick, buries their dead."
“Ah, Hunter, don't flatter yourself the abuses are all on one side. It is nobody's business to tell us the excesses of our own men, but it isn't in flesh and blood to stand the insults heaped upon them without retaliation. As to protecting homes, I have myself seen old family portraits cut and slashed with bayonets.”
“Bad, disgraceful; but not quite like cutting and slashing human corpses. Of course, in such an immense number, there must be some reckless and mean-spirited men, who like to harass the helpless and trample the fallen, but I contend that the great masses of our army have carried themselves in a most generous and manly style wherever they have set their triumphant feet.”
“As well as any army, no doubt; but I’ll warrant you they scatter taunts and injuries wherever they go, which exasperate and embitter beyond all endurance. It is this very thing that makes me doubt we ever can be united."
"If I believed that our citizen-soldiers were returning insult for insult in the streets of captured cities; that they were annoying, plundering, ruining wherever they find a chance, I should despair. It would irritate the division beyond all healing. Our army would do more to sever than restore the Union. But I tell you, Burt, you do them wrong. From how many parts of the conquered territory we have the assurance of the people that they have been treated vastly better than they expect. How many wounded prisoners have declared that if they had understood us as they now do, they never would have been found in arms against us. It is by this personal kindness; by the civility at the cottage on the march; the respectful guard about the deserted family; the gentlemanly enforcement of distasteful restraints, that hatred is to be disarmed. From Baltimore to New Orleans our army have borne not only insolence, but atrocious outrage, with a manly self-control which must have commanded the admiration of their very enemies. In fact, there is a certain good nature in Northern blood which can not well be killed out; more than that, our boys can never quite forget the voice they have always heard, ‘Bless them that curse you; do good to them that despitefully use you.'
"We shall have a government if our army know how to conquer; we shall have a Union if they know how to treat the conquered."
IMPRESSIVE CONTRASTS.
At the surrender of Fort Donelson, on the hospital ship, within a few feet of each other, lay two young men wounded by cannon balls, and near to death. Mr. H. approached one of them, and told him he had but a little time to live. He replied that he was a Christian, and enlisted prepared to die at any moment. He asked for a Bible, as he had left his in the knapsack thrown away on the battle-field, -the treasure his mother gave him. Another copy was brought, a chapter read, prayer offered, and he died in the triumphs of gospel hope.
When the other dying young soldier was addressed on the subject of personal salvation, he replied with an oath that he didn't care whether he died or not, and after a kind entreaty to prepare to meet God, he answered, in a musing mood, "No, sir; after having lived such a life,-for I have never prayed, -I will not let you pray with me now. I will face the music; I will die as I am." Soon he was gone, a monument of that" hardness of heart and blindness of mind" which attends a fatal departure from God.
Date: 1862
Creator: Christian Banner
Format: text
Digital Identifier: AG28-19-13
Biographical note: Julia Ward Howe (1819-1910) was an author, lecturer, poet, activist, abolitionist and leader in the Women's suffrage movement. Born in New York City to affluent parents, Ward Howe was well educated but expected to be a wife. In 1843 Ward Howe married Samuel Gridley Howe the founding director of Perkins after meeting him at a tour of the school. Despite conventional expectations that she not live a public life she initially published work anonymously before becoming a social activist that wrote, spoke, and worked for many social causes. She is commonly known for writing the words to “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and in 1908, she became the first woman elected to the American Academy of Arts. In 1988 she was inducted into the National Women’s Hall of Fame.
Source: Hale, Jen. (2022) ”Julia Ward Howe”. Hale, Jen. “Julia Ward Howe” Perkins Archives Blog, Perkins School for the Blind, Watertown MA, October 26, 2022
Rights: Samuel P. Hayes Research Library, Perkins School for the Blind, Watertown, MA
900 W Randolph.
Get a haircut.
Get a white shirt.
Get a tie.
Get a job.
Get married.
Die.
Repeat.
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Development, Annual Gala, Avant Garden, September 17, 2022. Step-and-Repeat. Photo by Alex Carroll Photography, courtesy Walker Art Center, Minneapolis.