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The Daily Dispatch: November 8, 1862., [Electronic resource], The snow. (search)
35 Negroes for Sale at public auction. --In pursuance of a decree of the Circuit Court of the county of Henrico, in the suit of Darracott's guardian against Darracott and others, the undersigned will offer for sale, at public auction, to the highest bidder, for cash in current funds, at the late residence of Mr. John Darracott, dead, about one mile from the city of Richmond, on the Brook Turnpike, on the 14th day of the present month, (November,) at 11 o'clock. Thirty-five Negroes, belonging to Mr. Darracott's estate. Many of these slaves are young and very likely. Some of them are house servants, and five of them (two women and three men) are, I am informed, good cooks, and being sold for no fault, persons desirous of procuring servants for their own use will have a rare opportunity of doing so. no 4 Benj. Pollard, Com'r. Sale conducted by Goddin & Apperson Aucts.
The Daily Dispatch: November 8, 1862., [Electronic resource], Strange and yet true. (search)
ucing him, on his own earnest request, into the navy. Several years passed, during which the young man advanced rapidly in professional and general knowledge, and was to all appearances on the outset of a prosperous career, when, one rude November night, about half-past 12, the inmates of Lady S--'s country-house, at which she was then residing in the absence abroad of Sir M--, were aroused by a loud ringing at the bell. Lady S--, herself awakened, heard the step of her steady old butlere foot of her bed. Believing at the moment that it was actually himself, she had accosted him-- "What, Edward, you here?" The figure immediately disappeared. News shortly arrived that the young man had perished at sea on that wild November night, between the hours of twelve and two. The following singular story, belonging, perhaps, more strictly to the realm of dreams than visions, was related to the writer a short time since, by the lady of a distinguished German diplomatist