Named Entity Results, Clarence Butler

5. Jeff Davis's prayer. by Clarence Butler. Bowed down with grievous cares of state, (For things weren't going very straight,) There sat that awful potentate King Jeff, the great secesher; He looked exceedingly forlorn, Harassed and vexed, annoyed and worn; 'Twas plain his office didn't return Much profit or much pleasure. Says Jeff (he thus soliloquized:) ”This isn't quite as I surmised; It really cannot be disguised, The thing is getting risky: Winchester, Donelson, Roanoke, Pea Ridge, Port Royal, Burnside's stroke At Newbern — by the Lord, I choke!” Jeff took a drink of whisky. “McClellan, too, and Yankee Foote; Grant, Hunter, Halleck, Farragut, With that accurst Fremont to boot;” (Right here he burst out swearing; And then, half-mad and three parts drunk, Down on his shaking knees he sunk, And prayed like any frightened monk, To ease his blank despairing.) He prayed: ”O mighty Lucifer! Than whom of all that are or were There is no spirit worthier To be our lord and m

ay! Dress the ships with streamers gay: All hail! brave Admiral! R. T. M. U. S. S. Mississippi, New-Orleans, April 25, 1862. Failing to reduce them, [Forts Jackson and St. Philip,] after six days of incessant fire, Flag-Officer Farragut determined to attempt their passage with his whole fleet, except the part there — of under the immediate command of Capt. Porter, known as the mortar-fleet. On the morning of the twenty-fourth instant the fleet got under way, and twelve vessels, including the four sloops of war, ran the gauntlet of fire of the forts, and were safely above. Of the gallantry, courage, and conduct of this heroic action, unprecedented in naval warfare, considering the character of the works and the river, too much cannot be said. I witnessed this daring exploit from a point about eight hundred yards from Fort Jackson, and unwittingly under its fire, and the sublimity of the scene can never be exceeded.--Major-General Butler to the Secretary of War, April 29, 1862.

now. An Indian chief with our guerrillas having heard that Butler intended hanging the famous Red bill no. One, visited ButButler under a flag of truce and told him if he executed that Southern man, nine Yankees, whom he had in custody, should be swung up to the nearest tree. Butler concluded to send Red bill to Fort Jackson, and told the avengeful red man to go back whe to which he replied he would return when he got ready. Butler is having all the pig-iron and metal of every description ny white man or woman having fire-arms is declared free by Butler. After the battle of Baton Rouge, eight confederate prisoman a pair of shoes, and upon the fact being made known to Butler, he had this humane man sent to jail for six months. A memled the First regiment Louisiana infantry, organized under Butler. The men are deserting as fast as they can get away, declted and is out again in charge of the first lieutenant. Butler had the captain and one of the pilots (Mr. Miller) of the

45. ye Ballade of Mans. Lovell. Mans. Lovell he mounted his General's steed, All on the New-Orleans levee; And he heard the guns of old Cockee But-ler, A sounding all over the sea — sea — sea-- A-sounding all over the sea! “Oh! what shall I do?” Mans. Lovell he said-- “Oh! what shall I do?” said he; “For this Butler's an old Massachusetts man, And he'll hang up a traitor like me — me — me--” He'll hang up a traitor like me! Mans. Lovell he called for a brandy cock-tail, And galloped from off the levee; And he vamosed New-Orleans, betwixt two days, As fast as his steed could flee — flee — flee-- As fast as his steed could flee! O Mansfield Lovell! you left New-York, A rebel and traitor to be; But, if ever you're caught by Cockee But-ler, Look out for your precious bod-ee — dee-- Look out

55. Butler's proclamation. by Paul H. Hayne. It is ordered that hereafter, when any female shall, by word, gesture or movement, insult or show contempt for any officer or soldier of the United States, she shall be regarded and held liable to be treated as a woman of the town plying her vocation.--Butler's Order at New-Orleans. Ay! drop the treacherous mask! throw by The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell, Stand forth, thou base, incarnate Lie, Stamped with the signet brand of hell!Butler's Order at New-Orleans. Ay! drop the treacherous mask! throw by The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell, Stand forth, thou base, incarnate Lie, Stamped with the signet brand of hell! At last we view thee as thou art, A trickster with a demon's heart. Off with disguise! no quarter now To rebel honor! thou wouldst strike Hot blushes up the anguished brow, And murder Fame and Strength alike. Beware! ten million hearts aflame Will burn with hate thou canst not tame! We know thee now! we know thy race! Thy dreadful purpose stands revealed Naked, before the nation's face! Comrades! let Mercy's font be sealed, While the black banner courts the wind, And cursed be he who lags

anxious to know the prospect for the institution. He was brought up in Northern Alabama, and had moved down in the sugar-district of Louisiana, and at the breaking out of the rebellion was the owner of some ninety slaves. When, in reply to his question, he was told by the officer addressed, that he would not give what little money he had in his pocket for all the slaves in the State, he said that was not the worst of it — he had not only lost all but nine or ten of his, but they had joined Butler's black regiment, and he said he had now to show his pass every day to one of his old negroes, who was on guard at his plantation. He took that much to heart, that the negroes, who formerly got their pass from him, had the same power over him now, that he then had over them. On one plantation below, where the negroes had refused to work in a body without pay, at the end of the month the overseer told them he could not get the money, and they must wait till the end of the following month