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A strange story.--The correspondent of the Philadelphia Press, writing from Fortress Monroe, under date of May twenty-first, tells this singular story: For some weeks past, a vessel (bark) has been quietly lying at anchor beyond the fortress, ostensibly for the purpose of communicating with her consignees in New-York, and in the mean time sending to shore daily for a number of contrabands to work in her holds, but, on no condition, were these men allowed to return to this point. This game was played on until, it is said, two hundred and seventy-two contrabands were ferried out to the ship. Deeming this about as far as he could safely go, the skipper skipped out to sea last night, under the cover of darkness. Brother Wilder, superintendent of contrabands here, has thus been foiled in his charitable intentions of reforming the blacks, at least as regards this lot of culled pussons, who are, by this time, far on their way to Cuba or the West-Indies. We learn that the fleet
f possible, whether any men were present wounded with a bayonet. The aid returned with the information that he had found one so injured. Whereupon Pryor mounted his horse and went in person to see him. The man was asleep when he entered the hospital, but the surgeon awoke him, and the General asked if he recognized him. Yes, sir, I do, was the reply. You're the man who stuck me. The wounded man was not less surprised when he learned that the author of his misery was the redoubtable Roger A. Pryor. July 9.--At a meeting of the Directors of the American Express Company, held at New-York, it was unanimously Resolved, That any of our present employees, who may promptly enlist under the recent call for troops, shall continue to receive one half of their pay during the term of their service in the war, and their situations restored to them on their return. Two thousand men are in the regular employ of this company, at an average salary of over six hundred dollars per annum.
Richmond, July 26.--A few nights ago, at the great Union meeting in New-York, Dr. Francis Lieber, a renegade from his adopted State, South-Carolina, made a flaming speech, calling for the subjugation of the South. Two weeks before, his son, Charles Lieber, a brave confederate soldier, fell by a Yankee bullet, while charging a Yankee battery. His remains were sent to South-Carolina.--Richmond Dispatch, July 26.
New-York, August 3.--Secretary Stanton is credited with the saying that a draft will be made by way of asserting the national majesty. To draft will be all right, but the best way to assert the national majesty would be to conquer the enemy, to do which twice over the country has furnished government with men and money enough.--New-York Commercial.
9. what shall be done for Jeff Davis? Weave him a mantle of burning shame! Stamp on his forehead that dreadful name Which deeds like his inscribe in blood; A Traitor to man! a Traitor to God! Plait him a crown, of the flower that comes In the ashes that lie o'er buried homes I Let his sceptre be, the smoking brand Which his fiat sent throughout the land! Let his paeans be the bitter cries From millions of anguished hearts that rise, Both day and night to that listening ear, Which ever stoops their plaints to hear. 'Mid the ruin dire, his hands have wrought, Let him find the throne, he long has sought; While starving crowds, in hoarse notes ring, Not Cotton, but grim old Death, is King! New-York, May 29, 1862. M. A. --New-York Express.
rd, We instantly gave chase, Came up with her, and here we had The Mersey for the race. Another schooner hove in sight Upon the thirty-first, And 'twas not long ere those on board The Santiago cursed. But what cared we for rebels' curse, Our cause we knew was just; We're battling in our country's cause, In Providence our trust. While coming slowly down the coast On twenty-seventh of May, When the Lucy Holmes, of Charleston, Was standing in our way, We sent a prize-crew with her to The city of New-York, Where they no doubt her cargo wished For making cotton-work. Though England still may boast her speed In vessels worked by steam, If they think to beat the Yankees, They'll find that they but dream; They built an iron steamer For the rebellious States-- They thought the way was open then, But we had closed the gates. 'Twas August third, and Sunday noon, This steamer came in sight; We put our engine to the test To catch her in daylight. “But what have we to fear?” said they, “That Y<
The story of one regiment.--When the Maine Eleventh passed through New-York last November, the Hallelujah Chorus chanted by eight hundred and fifty sturdy fellows, few persons who saw them could have anticipated that those tall lumbermen would, within a twelvemonth, be almost decimated. Arriving in Washington they built those famous barracks which were visited by so many strangers; but in spite of the fine shelter the typhoid was soon busy in their ranks, and when they went down with Casey's division they were only seven hundred and fifty strong; one eighth died of disease. While on the Peninsula they lived on hard biscuit and water for five weeks, owing to the inefficiency or rascality of some one, so that when they took up the double-quick for Williamsburgh the men fell on the road and died from sheer exhaustion. At the battle of Fair Oaks they numbered, fit for duty, only one hundred and eighty men. One half of this number were in action, and were nearly all killed and wounde
Northern women and the war.--The sufferings of our sick and wounded soldiers have drawn forth freely all the noble and benevolent characteristics of the women of the North, hundreds of whom have flocked to the hospitals east and west, and are cheerfully acting as angels of mercy to the poor fellows who are suffering there with wounds and disease. Conspicuous among these philanthropic women is Mrs. Henry Baylis, the wife of a merchant of New-York, who, as chief directress of the Women's Relief Hospital, has left a home of affluence and ease, and is now devoting her whole time and energies to the relief of our sick and wounded soldiers at Yorktown. She has not only volunteered to endure the privations and discharge the disagreeable duties of hospital life, but she has studied the profession of surgeon and nurse, so that she can care for a wounded limb equal to any of the surgeons of the army. The memory of such a woman should be cherished by the whole nation, and she is richly ent
moment more--(they say this is fame)-- A thousand dead men on the grass were laid. Fifteen thousand in wounded and killed, At least, is “our loss,” the newspapers say. This loss to our army must surely be filled Against another great battle-day. “Our loss!” Whose loss? Let demagogues say That the Cabinet, President, all are in wrong. What do the orphans and widows pray? What is the burden of their sad song? 'Tis their loss! But the tears in their weeping eyes Hide Cabinet, President, Generals--all; And they only can see a cold form that lies On the hillside slope, by that fatal wall. They cannot discriminate men or means-- They only demand that this blundering cease. In their frenzied grief they would end such scenes, Though that end be — even with traitors — peace. Is thy face from thy people turned, O God? Is thy arm for the Nation no longer strong? We cry from our homes — the dead cry from the sod-- How long, O our righteous God! how long? New-York, Decemb
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), Interview with Stonewall Jackson. (search)
t his camp, and of my sojourn at Libby Prison in Richmond. A few days after my capture, I was sent to Jackson's camp, at Nineveh, Warren County, Va. I reached there Tuesday, November eleventh, in company with four others. Gen. Jackson came out of his tent just as we were leaving for the guard-house, (an old church near by,) and desired us to wait a few minutes, as he would like to ask us a few questions. When were you taken? he inquired. November seventh, I replied. Have you any New-York papers with you? he asked. I replied that we had not, but told him I had read the Herald of the fifth, which had reached camp on the day of my capture. Ah! Did you? said he. I wanted to inquire about the recent elections. Do you know what majority Seymour received? Between ten and fifteen thousand, I replied. Do you know how many Congressmen the Democrats elected in the State? I answered that it was believed they had elected nineteen out of the thirty-one. Were the wood
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