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nyhistory:

August 19, 1863: The United States draft resumes in New York after the July riots. The only Civil War draft wheel to survive the riots will be on display starting Friday in A Brief History of New York.

Draft wheel (the only to survive New York City’s Draft Riots), 1863. New-York Historical Society, Gift of Frederic C. Wagner, 1865.6


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historicaltimes:

Battery No. 4 near Yorktown Virginia. 13-inch mortars, each weighing 20,000 pounds. 1862


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minutemanworld:

A late 18th century travelling ink set, unmarked, circa 1760, the shagreen case of rectangular form, the hinged cover opens to reveal an unmarked silver mounted inkwell and sander, a pen and a desk seal, length 7.2cm. Shagreen is a type of rawhide. Originally it used to be made from the back of a horse or a wild donkey. In the 18th century the skin of a shark began to be called shagreen a well.


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thecivilwarparlor:

Poet Warrior - William Haines Lytle

Celebrated American poet before the Civil War. Lytle’s most famous poem, “Antony and Cleopatra” (published in 1857), was beloved by both North and South in antebellum America

He was a politician in Ohio, renowned poet, and military officer in the Army during both the Mexican American War and The Civil War, where he was killed in action as a brigadier general.

Lytle was mortally wounded at the Battle of Chickamauga in Georgia while leading a counterattack on horseback. Once his identity was known, respectful Confederates placed a guard around his body, and many recited his poetry over their evening campfires.

His funeral was held in the early afternoon at Christ Church on Fourth Street in Cincinnati. So many people lined the streets that the funeral cortege did not reach Spring Grove Cemetery until dusk. Lytle’s monument, one of the most impressive ones there, is near the entrance to the cemetery. The alleged shooter of Lytle was never discovered, and to this day has never been discovered, all that is known is that the shooter was a Confederate sniper using a Whitworth .45 caliber percussion rifle.

According to history presented to The Daughters of The Confederacy, the shooter was Hillary Garrison Waldrep of Company B of the 16th Alabama Regiment of Infantry. In order to make the shot that was purportedly approved personally by General Bragg, Waldrep had to adjust the sights on his rifle for 200 yards beyond where they usually were. According to the account, once General Lytle fell to the ground, his horse was spooked and ran toward the Confederate soldiers. Bragg gave Hillary Garrison Waldrep General Lytle’s horse, bed-roll and equipment. Waldrep later sold the horse for $100.

Taken From Antony and Cleopatra-Lytle’s most famous poem, 1858:

I am dying, Egypt, dying;

Hark! the insulting foeman’s cry;

They are coming; quick, my falchion!

Let me front them ere I die.

Ah, no more amid the battle

Shall my heart exulting swell;

Isis and Osiris guard thee, —

Cleopatra, Rome, farewell!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Haines_Lytle

http://waroftherebellion.com/images/lyttle2.jpg


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thecivilwarparlor:

Civil War-era wallet was discovered by Naval Historical Center archeologists during their excavation of the Confederate submarine H.L. Hunley

The archeologists stated that the wallet was in remarkably good condition. Hunley became the first submarine in history to sink a warship during the Civil War in 1863. Photo by Chris Ohm. (RELEASED) Photo WIKI

(CNN) — Born and built amid gray-cloaked secrecy during the American Civil War, the H.L. Hunley — the first submarine to sink an enemy ship — has held tight to its murky mysteries.


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bloodanddye Ask Abe:

"More honest than you?" she asked with a small smirk. "I've kept pets for as long as I can remember. The oddest was probably the rats I fed when I, um..." She dropped her head and began to shuffle her feet slightly before she rushed muttered "whenIwashidinginacemetery." She then shook her head and replaced her smile. "I have my dogs at Eden. The strays are scared of Frankenstein and Edgar, my mastiff and dane. No one's scared of Watson. It's hard to be scared of a basset. It's the wrinkles."

bloodanddye:

itsanemptytomb:

Abraham stepped closer to Emily and offered her a hand, slowing their pace so they would not get the the jail for their meals with such a mood-killer on their minds.

"There’s no shame in it. We all end up in low places. It happened throughout my life and I have only just returned from such a place. There are times when I was so low Henry had to stop me from killing myself. Don’t worry, okay? Least of all of what I will think.

"I’ve met them, actually. I snuck into Eden and.. if Frankenstein is the mastiff, that’s the one who chased me into a tunnel. I would like to meet them when they’re not.. you know.. on duty."

Emily nodded, biting at her lip. She had fed in front of her brother, and had even fed in front of Joe (although it had taken quite a bit of time to get used to either), but somehow this felt entirely different. It was not simply that this was a grown man that perfectly understood what she was and what she was doing. It was the fact that he did not know who she was that made her uneasy. She could not quite explain it, even to herself. It was almost like, for the first time in a very long time, she did not want to be seen as a monster.

But rather than feeding into her anxieties, these thoughts actually brought a smile to her face and a certain comfort. The reason that she thought and felt these things was because she was not a monster. She had a safe home and a family that loved her, something that she had little memory of when she was alive. And today she was going to the movies with her kind ‘uncle’, like any other girl ‘her age’ might. For once, the details did not really matter.

"Thank you, um… Too" she said to the in splash-gear, whom she had decided looked like a cross between a butcher and a Sea World employee (a fact that brought yet another smile to her face). "It’s much appreciated."

Once their cups were refilled Abraham thanked the staffer again as the human slipped out of his splash-gown to reveal he was part of the medical staff and Abe paid him for the blood.

"You’re the new lawyer aren’t you?"
"Well.. not yet. I haven’t passed the exam, but I’m far enough along to get the paperwork out of the way."
"You’re actually going to take the bar?"
"Yeah. You don’t balance people’s futures on a lie. Even if vampires do own this town, it’s all the more reason to stay as clean as possible. You guys need someone on your side."
"I hope you pass it."
"Thanks."

The man look to Emily.

"Don’t be so nervous next time. I’d rather you come to me or even get it from the hospital. Okay? You guys enjoy your movie."

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bloodanddye:

You like fruit rollups?” she asked with feigned incredulity and a small laugh. “I personally think that anything that’s brightly coloured and smells like sugar is definitely a good thing” she said with another laugh.

Slowly, not wanting to frighten the little rodent, Emily reached up to give Tiddles a pet. Vincent, on the other hand, giggled loudly at Puffles, one of those truly overjoyed sounds that only small children seemed to be able to make. He tugged at Abraham’s shirt, asking in his own way to pet the critter.

"Dad already has him helping with the horses. He loves brushing them. Only problem is that he seems to think poor Frankenstein is a horse too, but he’s a pretty good sport about it. Vinny’s so gentle."

"Well, yeah they’re perfect with my studying. You can just kind of lick them up." 

Puffles lifted his long nose into the air as if to try and tickle Vincent with it, or to just show off. After a moment jumped to Vincent’s leg, bouncing of and landing only to do it again. He too wanting to play.

"Oh, you do ahead. I think if I said no, Puffles would be mad at me."

Tiddles seemed to curl into Emily’s hair.

"Poor Frankenstein. Hopefully Henry has hidden away that tiny saddle I bought so Vincent can ride one of the cheetahs as a joke. Sorry about him. Puffles likes to play and they race around all day. I think Tiddles needs a nap."

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askhenrysturges:

itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

Henry rested his head against Abraham’s shoulder gently. He smiled a light bit a moment. “Are you hungry?” Thinking about grief and loss was making his mind wander from the current situation to one years ago now with a burning bridge, a train and a fatal fall. Changing the subject seemed like the best course of action right now to keep the suddenly overwhelming feeling from hitting him.

Abraham wrapped an arm around Henry, swallowed and nodded. “I’ve been trying to think about it. I am worried the only option is a back alley. I know you tell me it is dangerous but I know these people.”

He paused and shifted just so as they sat, the memory of one of his cases currently unavoidable. Someone who might deserve it sooner. But could he bring himself to do it?

Henry sighed to gently run his hand affectionately along the other’s knee. “Perhaps I could bring some one here to you given the circumstances…?”

"I know of one. When I was working as a lawyer. He kept us busy and there were times when I wanted to send you his name." Abraham could hardly get his voice to sound normal. What was he suggesting? But this man certainly… if anyone in town…

"While we are out we can steal the book back I know where it is and the storage room it’s in has quiet a large window."

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Abraham had been quietly sitting at his table with the radio playing softly as he went over the practice books books he had found at the college books store for the third time when a song caught his attention and he sat up.

— What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar’s chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here —

He didn’t wait for the end of the song but he slowly stood. Henry had gone home, to spend time with his family and presumably keep Adam from eating innocent researchers and he was left with Tiddles and Puffles. And a pidgin wearing a tiny backpack he didn’t quite know what to do with. The rat and the shrew had been racing each other through the habitrail when he had last checked.

He had been sitting in the closet for ten minutes trying to talk himself into texting Henry. Surly a text back and forth wouldn’t bother him too much? When he felt a tug at his blanket. Tiddles had wiggled the closet door open just so and Puffles was climbing up the microfiber cloth. He set his phone aside - it needed to be plugged in anyway the battery had less than 4% - and scooped up the little thing and Tiddles jumped up to his knee.

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askhenrysturges:

Henry rested his head against Abraham’s shoulder gently. He smiled a light bit a moment. “Are you hungry?” Thinking about grief and loss was making his mind wander from the current situation to one years ago now with a burning bridge, a train and a fatal fall. Changing the subject seemed like the best course of action right now to keep the suddenly overwhelming feeling from hitting him.

Abraham wrapped an arm around Henry, swallowed and nodded. “I’ve been trying to think about it. I am worried the only option is a back alley. I know you tell me it is dangerous but I know these people.”

He paused and shifted just so as they sat, the memory of one of his cases currently unavoidable. Someone who might deserve it sooner. But could he bring himself to do it?

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vampireadam:

itsanemptytomb:

vampireadam:

itsanemptytomb:

vampireadam:

elarve:

Take the nudes and go, friend

Adam loads the memory card with 9001 photos of cookies and sends the bird to Abe.

[text] Grow up

[text] No

[text] What is wrong with you?

[text] I don’t know how to take anything personally
[text] really
[text] In my day if you entered into a debate or a legal case you were required to personally insult your opponent before each and every rebuttal or reply
[text] Served to keep emotions out of it and to focus only on the facts at hand Also if you failed to come back with a witty retort you lost the case
[text] If you were emotional instead of factual you lost the case

[text] Interesting.
[text] What if it is a highly emotional case such as Ferguson?


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vampireadam:

itsanemptytomb:

vampireadam:

elarve:

Take the nudes and go, friend

Adam loads the memory card with 9001 photos of cookies and sends the bird to Abe.

[text] Grow up

[text] No

[text] What is wrong with you?


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askhenrysturges:

itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

Henry laughed weakly. “I would love to see it, if only that.” He admitted. “Your boy’s were always fun…”

"I’m sorry. You must feel his loss as much as I do." Abraham pulled Henry into another hug.

"I could never imagine how you must feel now…. But I did love him. Do love him."

Abraham looked to Henry, his smile turning sympathetic and pulled the older vampire to him.

"I forget, at times, how difficult it is for you to let people in knowing what will happen. It’s okay to grieve Henry."

Henry smiled softly giving a slight nod. “I am used to grief, Abraham. I have known much of it unfortunately.” He have Abraham’s hand a gentle squeeze.

Abraham looked to Henry for a long moment. 

"I’m trying to hug you. The inevitability of it does not mean it is easy or make it hurt any less. I know you miss him. I guess after such a long .. life .. a sort of numbness sets in."

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vampireadam:

elarve:

Take the nudes and go, friend

Adam loads the memory card with 9001 photos of cookies and sends the bird to Abe.

[text] Grow up


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askhenrysturges:

itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

Henry laughed weakly. “I would love to see it, if only that.” He admitted. “Your boy’s were always fun…”

"I’m sorry. You must feel his loss as much as I do." Abraham pulled Henry into another hug.

"I could never imagine how you must feel now…. But I did love him. Do love him."

Abraham looked to Henry, his smile turning sympathetic and pulled the older vampire to him.

"I forget, at times, how difficult it is for you to let people in knowing what will happen. It’s okay to grieve Henry."