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The Daily Dispatch: July 24, 1861., [Electronic resource], The President's Return. (search)
r telegraphic column, was received at an early hour in the day, and immediately posted upon the bulletin board, around which a vast throng congregated, and so continued until night, cheering and otherwise giving expression to joyous feeling. Ladies caught the enthusiasm of the hour, and stopped to listen to the glad news, while pleasure sparkled in every bright eye. While this was the state of affairs in the Capital of the Confederate States, how was it in the doomed city where Lincoln, and Seward, and Scott, and hosts of corrupt satellites, have been planning iniquitous schemes and out-stripping even Satan in the atrocity of their machinations? Washington was shrouded in gloom; and we doubt not that the cowardly fiends fled to their hiding places, and trembled in apprehension of popular vengeance. To satisfy the demand of the public, an extra was issued from this office in the forenoon of yesterday, and thus the exciting intelligence was spread all over the city. It was in tru
The Daily Dispatch: July 24, 1861., [Electronic resource], Liberal and patriotic. (search)
to the yard portraits of the family. The writer states that the lady was a relative of the late Commodore Barron. If this be so, it may be some gratification to Commodore Pendergrast to know that his friends and admirers, the Lincoln soldiers, offered these indignities to the house of his wife's sister, and that the portrait of Mrs. Pendergrast shared in the fate of the rest. "Quee Deus Vult, perdere, prius demeutat." Let the Lincoln dynasty exult, let such men as Winfield Scott, Seward, Chase, Montgomery, Blair, et id omne genus, hold jubilee; their day is short, their doom has teneth, their destruction is swift, their damnation is sure. I have no more doubt that God (and I write it reverently,) has given the Federal Government in all its departments over to judicial blindness and madness, than I have that the hand-writing on the wall of the Chaldean monarch told of his departed kingdom and his crownless brow. And the men of the Northern pulpit, from Bishop Whittingham t