Barbara Fritchie Portrait- 1910s Antique Postcards- SET of 2- John Greenleaf Whittier- Civil War Poem- History- Frederick, MD- Marken & Bielfeld- Used
(5 1/2 x 3 1/2 In) This is a SET of TWO original antique C. E. Wheelock & Co. and Marken and Bielfeld postcards from the 1910s. One shows a portrait of Barbara Fritchie at age 92. The other shows her portrait, her flag, her relics, her home, her biography and the poem "BARBARA FRITCHIE" By John Greenleaf Whittier.
Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-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 fall
When Lee marched over the mountain wall,—
Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,
Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
Of 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 right
He 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 staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;
She leaned far out on the window-sill,
And shook it forth with a royal will.
“Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country’s flag,” she said.
A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;
The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman’s deed and word:
“Who touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog! March on!” he said.
All day long through Frederick street
Sounded the tread of marching feet:
All day long that free flag tost
Over the heads of the rebel host.
Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;
And through the hill-gaps sunset light
Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Barbara Frietchie’s work is o’er,
And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.
Honor to her! and let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall’s bier.
Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;
And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town!
"Barbara Hauer was born December 3rd, 1766 in Lancaster, PA. In early life moved to Frederick, MD, where she lived and died. Among the many events of her life may be named the following-- In 1791 when Washington spent a night in Frederick, at Mrs. Kimbal's Hotel, Barbara brought her Liverpool china to grace the table, and at the sham funeral of Washington she was one of the pall bearers. She was married to John Casper Fritchie, by Rev. Wagner, May 6th, 1806, and during the stormy war times she was intensely loyal. Whittier describes her doings admirably in his poem. She died December 18th, 1862, aged 96 years and 15 days; and is buried in Frederick, Maryland."
One card has writing on the back, both are in GOOD condition, wear at the edges, blunted corner tips, general stains and creases.
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