. Historic days in Cumberland County, New Jersey, 1855-1865 : political and war time reminiscences . e presence of the enemy be-fore the heights of Marie on the Rappahannock. The battleof Fredericksburg, Virginia, was fought December 13th and14th, 1862. The weather was disagreeable. Early winterhad set in in gloom. General Ambrose E. Burnside, brave,modest., but incompetent for great command was at the headof the Army of the Potomac. Crossing the river on pon-toons in the face of a murderous fire the three Bridgetoncompanies advanced with their comrades and entered thevillage of Fredericksburg
. Historic days in Cumberland County, New Jersey, 1855-1865 : political and war time reminiscences . e presence of the enemy be-fore the heights of Marie on the Rappahannock. The battleof Fredericksburg, Virginia, was fought December 13th and14th, 1862. The weather was disagreeable. Early winterhad set in in gloom. General Ambrose E. Burnside, brave,modest., but incompetent for great command was at the headof the Army of the Potomac. Crossing the river on pon-toons in the face of a murderous fire the three Bridgetoncompanies advanced with their comrades and entered thevillage of Fredericksburg. Inexperienced but heroic to thecore they fought from beginning to end. The roar ofcannon, the whistle of shell, the crash of musketry, the bay-onet charge deterred them not. Through the blindingsmoke and the carnage of battle they followed the flag, bul-let to bullet, steel against steel. Comrades fell around themsome dying instantly, others suffering with terrible woundswhile the life ])lood slowly ebbed away. In the lull of battlethe early moon hid its face behind the cloudy night as if (90). THE DAVIS HOUSE, BRIDGETON ls,v,—isi;.-, Edmund Davis, Proprietor (91) HISTORIC DAYS fearful of the bloody scenes on the earth below. Here andthere a soldier was praying for succor and help, and yet nohelp save that alone which came from the Master whose pity-ing eye and loving heart was ready to receive. If, per-chance, some comrade mid the storm of grape and cannistersought to rest the head of a dying friend upon his forward, ever forward command prevented. The burialof Sir Thomas Moore was re-enacted a thousand times onFredericksburgs fatal field. Slowly and sadly we laid them down ; From the field of their fame fresh and gory,We carved not a line; we raised not a stone—But left them alone in their glory. From the field of death with its bloody repulse camethe retreat across the turbulent river. Safe on the other shorethe terrific cost of this unfortunate conflict was
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