NeoCornelio
12-09-2009, 03:06 PM
Interesting info. Both Echegaray and Zumalacarregui are basque surnames.
http://personal.telefonica.terra.es/web/caldronspain/CC.htm
The heroic participation of Spanish Carlists with Confederate troops in the American Civil War, made Jefferson Davis award them North American citizenship and give direct command to Echegaray.
The Spanish General Echegaray, commanded a body of Carlist troops: the confederated squads of the Tennessee Second Division. Echegaray made a heroic victory over the federals in West Woods, to go on and die in different campaign action, where they gallantly faced armies ten times bigger in size, which is recorded in southern military history annals.
It is worth commenting on the impression left by Carlist volunteers who joined the Northern Virginia Army. Many of these were soldiers in the legendary Zumalacárregui Brigade, and when on the verge of bringing down the liberal anti.-Catholic government in Madrid, the confederate General, Ambrose Power Hill, said: “My rough, tattered and brave lions of Providence…” It seems that these old, veteran soldiers from the Spanish mountains fought on American land, with their red berets, side by side with confederate soldiers. These heirs of the Zumalacárregui Brigade were the ones who achieved the epic seizure of Malvern Hill, after this, Carlists were always given special treatment in the Confederation Army, and were always under the command of a Spaniard, never again a foreign officer.
Another Carlist episode on American ground was defending and slowing down of the Second Federal Division, the 89th Regiments from Illinois and the 32nd and 39th from Indiana, under the command of General August Willich (a revolutionary criminal who we will speak about one day), in Harpers Ferry. The 35th Regiment from the Tennessee Carlist militia – which had already been re-christened with the imperial name of “New Spain Regiment”, as the Viceroyalty to which these territories belonged to originally – stopped federal troops advancing, allowing the march of the 19th Arkansas, which allowed General Lee, who also commanded Carlist militia troops, to inflict a severe defeat on General McLellan. Discharges from traditionalist Spanish troops, especially fusiliers from Navarra (the 41st from Tennessee), were really high.
President Camacho
12-10-2009, 03:06 PM
Interesting: During President Jefferson Davis' imprisonment following the defeat of the Confederacy, Pope Pius IX sent a picture of himself to Davis with the hand-written inscription to Davis with the words "Come unto me, all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Along with this picture, the Pope sent a crown of thorns which he had woven with his own hands. Such a gift, said a great niece, was "never before conferred on any but crowned heads. Robert E. Lee, pointing to his own portrait of Pius IX, told a visitor that he was "the only sovereign... in Europe who recognized out poor Confederacy."This seems to be corroborated around the net:There are many possible reasons why this pontiff would be sympathetic to the CSA and her president, but the most likely one was that Pope Pius IX recognized in the traditional Christian culture of the South, a mindset opposed to the advance of liberal Modernism. You see it was Pius IX who composed the famous "Syllabus of Errors," which condemned the Modernist philosophies of liberalism, humanism, secularism and marxism. It is speculated that Pius IX saw in the Confederacy a political movement steeped in European Christian tradition, and therefore a potential ally against liberal modernism on the North American continent. Alas, the Confederacy was ultimately defeated, and President Davis was captured. As the 'Deconstruction' of the South commenced, and Davis awaited his trial, it is understandable why the pope would be sympathetic.
http://catholicknight.blogspot.com/2009/02/pope-pius-ix-and-confederacy.html
Felix the Cat
12-12-2009, 09:49 AM
For something that isn't legally binding, it's had enormous influence on U.S. history and society.
This reminds me of a Confederate song someone posted a while ago, which contained the line "I hate the Declaration of Independence". Presumably it wasn't the call for independence that they had a problem with, but that line about human equality.
Felix the Cat
12-12-2009, 09:57 AM
The CSA and USA had vastly different conceptions of economy and society that went much broader than the slavery issue...They were both republican, egalitarian societies hostile towards hereditary privilege and theocratic power.
Macrobius
01-10-2010, 03:22 AM
Actual Confederates thought they were creating a new ethnicity, in a second war of independence (just like Americans and Brits aren't the same today):
(Timrod's Ethnogenesis) (http://docsouth.unc.edu/southlit/timrod/timrod.html#timr100)
revolting against ... 'vague philosophies submerged,
Repulsive with all Pharisaic leaven'
ETHNOGENESIS.
Written during the meeting of the first Southern Congress, at Montgomery. February, 1861.
I.
Hath not the morning dawned with added light?
And shall not evening call another star
Out of the infinite regions of the night,
To mark this day in Heaven? At last, we are
A nation among nations; and the world
Shall soon behold in many a distant port
Another flag unfurled!
Now, come what may, whose favor need we court?
Page 101
And, under God, whose thunder need we fear?
Thank Him who placed us here
Beneath so kind a sky - the very sun
Takes part with us; and on our errands run
All breezes of the ocean; dew and rain
Do noiseless battle for us; and the Year,
And all the gentle daughters in her train,
March in our ranks, and in our service wield
Long spears of golden grain!
A yellow blossom as her fairy shield,
June flings her azure banner to the wind,
While in the order of their birth
Her sisters pass, and many an ample field
Grows white beneath their steps, till now, behold,
Its endless sheets unfold
THE SNOW OF SOUTHERN SUMMERS! Let the earth
Rejoice! beneath those fleeces soft and warm
Our happy land shall sleep
In a repose as deep
As if we lay intrenched behind
Whole leagues of Russian ice and Arctic storm!
II.
And what if, mad with wrongs themselves have wrought,
In their own treachery caught,
By their own fears made bold,
And leagued with him of old,
Who long since in the limits of the North
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Set up his evil throne, and warred with God -
What if, both mad and blinded in their rage,
Our foes should fling us down their mortal gage,
And with a hostile step profane our sod!
We shall not shrink, my brothers, but go forth
To meet them, marshalled by the Lord of Hosts,
And overshadowed by the mighty ghosts
Of Moultrie and of Eutaw - who shall foil
Auxiliars such as these? Nor these alone,
But every stock and stone
Shall help us; but the very soil,
And all the generous wealth it gives to toil,
And all for which we love our noble land,
Shall fight beside, and through us; sea and strand,
The heart of woman, and her hand,
Tree, fruit, and flower, and every influence,
Gentle, or grave, or grand;
The winds in our defence
Shall seem to blow; to us the hills shall lend
Their firmness and their calm;
And in our stiffened sinews we shall blend
The strength of pine and palm!
III.
Nor would we shun the battle-ground,
Though weak as we are strong;
Call up the clashing elements around,
And test the right and wrong!
On one side, creeds that dare to teach
What Christ and Paul refrained to preach;
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Codes built upon a broken pledge,
And Charity that whets a poniard's edge;
Fair schemes that leave the neighboring poor
To starve and shiver at the schemer's door,
While in the world's most liberal ranks enrolled,
He turns some vast philanthropy to gold;
Religion, taking every mortal form
But that a pure and Christian faith makes warm,
Where not to vile fanatic passion urged,
Or not in vague philosophies submerged,
Repulsive with all Pharisaic leaven,
And making laws to stay the laws of Heaven!
And on the other, scorn of sordid gain,
Unblemished honor, truth without a stain,
Faith, justice, reverence, charitable wealth,
And, for the poor and humble, laws which give,
Not the mean right to buy the right to live,
But life, and home, and health!
To doubt the end were want of trust in God,
Who, if he has decreed
That we must pass a redder sea
Than that which rang to Miriam's holy glee,
Will surely raise at need
A Moses with his rod!
IV.
But let our fears - if fears we have - be still,
And turn us to the future! Could we climb
Some mighty Alp, and view the coming time,
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The rapturous sight would fill
Our eyes with happy tears!
Not only for the glories which the years
Shall bring us; not for lands from sea to sea,
And wealth, and power; and peace, though these shall be;
But for the distant peoples we shall bless,
And the hushed murmurs of a world's distress:
For, to give labor to the poor,
The whole sad planet o'er,
And save from want and crime the humblest door,
Is one among the many ends for which
God makes us great and rich!
The hour perchance is not yet wholly ripe
When all shall own it, but the type
Whereby we shall be known in every land
Is that vast gulf which lips our Southern strand,
And through the cold, untempered ocean pours
Its genial streams, that far off Arctic shores
May sometimes catch upon the softened breeze
Strange tropic warmth and hints of summer seas.
And, the all-round crowd pleaser, Carolina:
CAROLINA.
I.
The despot treads thy sacred sands,
Thy pines give shelter to his bands,
Thy sons stand by with idle hands,
Carolina!
He breathes at ease thy airs of balm,
He scorns the lances of thy palm;
Oh! who shall break thy craven calm,
Carolina!
Thy ancient fame is growing dim,
A spot is on thy garment's rim;
Give to the winds thy battle hymn,
Carolina!
II.
Call on thy children of the hill,
Wake swamp and river, coast and rill,
Rouse all thy strength and all thy skill,
Carolina!
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Cite wealth and science, trade and art,
Touch with thy fire the cautious mart,
And pour thee through the people's heart,
Carolina!
Till even the coward spurns his fears,
And all thy fields and fens and meres
Shall bristle like thy palm with spears,
Carolina!
III.
Hold up the glories of thy dead;
Say how thy elder children bled,
And point to Eutaw's battle-bed,
Carolina!
Tell how the patriot's soul was tried,
And what his dauntless breast defied;
How Rutledge ruled and Laurens died,
Carolina!
Cry! till thy summons, heard at last,
Shall fall like Marion's bugle-blast
Re-echoed from the haunted Past,
Carolina!
IV.
I hear a murmur as of waves
That grope their way through sunless caves,
Like bodies struggling in their graves,
Carolina!
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And now it deepens; slow and grand
It swells, as, rolling to the land,
An ocean broke upon thy strand,
Carolina!
Shout! let it reach the startled Huns!
And roar with all thy festal guns!
It is the answer of thy sons,
Carolina!
V.
They will not wait to hear thee call;
From Sachem's Head to Sumter's wall
Resounds the voice of hut and hall,
Carolina!
No! thou hast not a stain, they say,
Or none save what the battle-day
Shall wash in seas of blood away,
Carolina!
Thy skirts indeed the foe may part,
Thy robe be pierced with sword and dart,
They shall not touch thy noble heart,
Carolina!
VI.
Ere thou shalt own the tyrant's thrall
Ten times ten thousand men must fall;
Thy corpse may hearken to his call,
Carolina!
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When by thy bier, in mournful throngs
The women chant thy mortal wrongs,
'Twill be their own funereal songs,
Carolina!
From thy dead breast by ruffians trod
No helpless child shall look to God;
All shall be safe beneath thy sod,
Carolina!
VII.
Girt with such wills to do and bear,
Assured in right, and mailed in prayer,
Thou wilt not bow thee to despair,
Carolina!
Throw thy bold banner to the breeze!
Front with thy ranks the threatening seas
Like thine own proud armorial trees,
Carolina!
Fling down thy gauntlet to the Huns,
And roar the challenge from thy guns;
Then leave the future to thy sons,
Carolina!
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