. Bugle echoes; a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern . volufne {November 15, 1885) with the fol-lowing particulars : Of the substantial truth of theheroism of Barbara Frietchie I can have no doubt. D. N. Southworth, the novelist, of Washington, sent mea slip from, a newspaper.^ stating the circumstance as it isgiven in the poem., and assured me of its substantial cor-rectness. Dorothea L. Dix, the philanthropic worker inthe Union hospitals, confirmed it. From half a dozenother sources I had the account, and all agree in the mainfacts. Barbara Frietchie was
. Bugle echoes; a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern . volufne {November 15, 1885) with the fol-lowing particulars : Of the substantial truth of theheroism of Barbara Frietchie I can have no doubt. D. N. Southworth, the novelist, of Washington, sent mea slip from, a newspaper.^ stating the circumstance as it isgiven in the poem., and assured me of its substantial cor-rectness. Dorothea L. Dix, the philanthropic worker inthe Union hospitals, confirmed it. From half a dozenother sources I had the account, and all agree in the mainfacts. Barbara Frietchie was the boldest and most out-spoken Unionist in Frederick, and manifested it to theRebel army in an unmistakable Up from the meadows rich with corn,Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick standGreen-walled by the hills of Maryland. Round about them orchards sweep,Apple and peach tree fruited deep, Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, On that pleasant morn of the early fallWhen Lee marched over the mountain wall—. BARBARA FRIETCHIE. {See page 125— Shook it forth with a royal 2£////.) POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR. 125 Over the mountains, winding down,Horse and foot into Frederick town. Forty flags with their silver flags with their crimson bars. Flapped in the morning wind : the sunOf noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,Bowed with her fourscore years and ten ; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down ; In her attic window the staff she set,To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread,Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and rightHe glanced : the old flag met his sight. Halt!—the dust-brown ranks stood fast; Fire !—out blazed the rifle-blast. It shivered the window, pane and sash;It rent the banner with seam and gash. Quick, as it fell, from the broken staffDame Barbara snatched the s
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