Named Entity Results, John C. Breckinridge

xington! --Kentucky! though unnerved thy mighty hand, Till in thy breast had warmed the traitor band, Thank God! the serpent nursed and nourished there, Timely thrust forth to bite the winter air, Poisons no more where it would fain have fed, And hisses harmless wrath till trampled dead. Thank God, though late, the righteous cause is thine, Ready to drink thy cup like festal wine. Thank God, however dark thy day be found, Patriots shall sow with flowers the Bloody Ground. Thank God, for Breckinridge and Buckner's shame; Crittenden speaks, and Rousseau's sword's aflame; (And, Prentice!--blame your newsboy!--by the Eternal, You take the War Department of — the Journal!) Lo! where they stand, the impious-hearted ones, Who dare to call themselves Kentucky's sons! No! the old Mother knows them not; she knows Her household shame, her fireside's fiercest foes. Her curse is on them — lo! the Mother saith, “Scatter my chaff before the cannon's breath!” --Therefore, O Year, within thy cof

John C. Breckinridge's Habits.--We have just had an interview with a gentleman of high character, who lives in Hopkinsville. He says that he heard a lieutenant in the rebel army speak of John C. Breckinridge as a common drunkard. His intoxication was so frequent, that he was hardly ever able to perform his official duties. OnJohn C. Breckinridge as a common drunkard. His intoxication was so frequent, that he was hardly ever able to perform his official duties. On one occasion, a party of soldiers were sent to destroy some liquors in a groggery, but Breckinridge ordered the liquor to be brought to his quarters, when he indulged in a drunken revel. When his command was ordered to march on Rochester, on Green River, he pretended to have rheumatism so badly that he had to stay behind at RussBreckinridge ordered the liquor to be brought to his quarters, when he indulged in a drunken revel. When his command was ordered to march on Rochester, on Green River, he pretended to have rheumatism so badly that he had to stay behind at Russellville, dead drunk. The rebel lieutenant added that the confederates had lost all confidence in him, and regarded him with mingled distrust and contempt. Alas for human ambition and folly! A few brief months ago, and he seemed the petted child of fortune, and to-day he is a detested and despised traitor, grovelling in the ver