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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 9. (ed. Frank Moore), A nice Nest of secesh women. (search)
s discussed the probability of leasing the waste land in the moon for the purpose of building contraband camps thereon, and devising some means by which the circumference of Humphrey Marshall may be diminished. One million copies of soft-soap Beecher's flattering eulogies on Stonewall Jackson, who killed several thousand Federal soldiers, and his bitter abuse of that patron saint of piety, Vallandigham, who never killed a man in his lifetime. The moral to be had from this is: Since no abolitionists are in the war, Jackson must have killed Democrats, and they in turn killed some rebs at least, and it is, therefore, (as said Beecher believes it to be,) a logical consequence that, if this war continues for fifty or one hundred years, both Democrats and rebs will get killed, and the abolitionists run the country to the d — l, where they are now trying to run it. One daguerreotype of Harriet Beecher Stowe — not so much on account of its beauty as its---- Two barrels of wooden nu
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 9. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 17 (search)
, in waiting for the advance of the old flag and of the armies of the Union. Why not bend our energies to release them? Will our rulers look for candidates for the Presidency, while the chivalry are hanging and murdering loyal Tennesseeans, Alabamians, and Georgians? Will Chase and Lincoln be fighting over the future honors of the White House, while the valiant chivalry are hunting down, with bloodhounds, the loyal people of the South? Will such fanatical ranters as Wendell Phillips and Beecher foam and froth about the emancipation proclamation, while thousands are being enslaved by the conscripting minions of Jeff Davis? Will the little one-horse abolition and Republican editors of the North be howling about copperheads, while such a woman as Mrs. Davis is robbed of her property, and has to flee for her life? Would it not be more chivalrous, gallant, and patriotic, for such puny creatures to add even their little might toward driving back the insolent foe, which they, with thei