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The Daily Dispatch: December 22, 1865., [Electronic resource], Christmas and Christmas presents. (search)
n view, they have laid in a stock of dressed fowls, butter, eggs, apples, &c., to which we invite the attention of our readers. Mr. Briggs lost a leg in the Confederate service, and Mr. Sizer has been for a long time connected with the Central railroad. E. P. Townsend, at No. 102 Main street, has a large and well-selected assortment of chessboards and men handsome bibles and prayer books, photographic albums, writing desks and work boxes, suitable for both ladies and gentlemen. J. W. Davies & Sons are the proprietors of the Musical Exchange, on Main, near Tenth street. They have, beyond a doubt, the finest stock of printed music in the South, with a large number of fine-toned places and cabinet and parlor organs. Their store is decorated with paintings by the most distinguished artists, and we recommend a call upon them by every person of literary, musical or artistic taste. This notice will be continued to-morrow morning of such advertisements as are brought in to-day
The Daily Dispatch: December 22, 1865., [Electronic resource], The scout's Prize. (search)
The scout's Prize. --This is the title of a painting, just completed by Mr. Elder, now on public exhibition at Davies's music store. It is truly a noble work, and stamps the artist as a man of rare genius. The whole story is told by a glance at the picture: a lonely bit of forest road, a furious snow storm, and a scout spurring on through it with a fury that shows he is pursued, but who seems cool and self-poised, holding a carbine in the firm clutch of his right hand, and leading the captured horse by the rein with his left. That horse, a noble animal, bears the trappings of a Federal soldier; he has tried to outrun the slower horse of the scout, but a jerk of the rein has set him fretting and leaping, and a toss of his head has broken the martingale. This is historical painting in its truest sense, and half a century hence will tell a story of the great war more truly than history ever will. This is a thing that living men have seen, and not mere imaginary scenes f