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The Daily Dispatch: September 9, 1861., [Electronic resource], Our correspondence. (search)
d in behalf of the fair doners, by his Honor Mayor Lamb, whose impromptu address was very eloquent and appropriate. J. E. Ford, Esq., received the beautiful banner, unfuried its bright and gay colors to the breeze, and responded in a brief address, adadmirably suited to the occasion. I learn that there are large and daily accessions to the Federal forces at Fort Monroe, that there is still a considerable fleet of war vessels in the Roads, and about five lying off Newport News. Possibly Wool and Picayune are really preparing for a fight, and may shortly have the temerity to attempt an attack on our powerful fortifications, vainly hoping to gets possession of the Navy-Yard, and for a chance to "burn Norfolk." It is most ardently hoped by the warlike regions congregated hereabouts that the Hessians will really give our boys a chance to fight, for they are really suffering for the want of it, and many declare that they will not return to their homes before they assist in giving the
The Daily Dispatch: September 9, 1861., [Electronic resource], Signs of the Times. (search)
Gen. Wool. --We cannot imagine a more uncomfortable death-bed than has fallen to the lot of the venerable sinner, the late Lieutenant General of the U. S. forces. It was not enough that the "Ge beside Joyce Heth, the Woolly Horse, and the Mermaid in Barnum's Museum, but; to crown all, old Wool, whom he hates worse than he ever did the devil, is resuscitated placed in command at Old Point, several sand-banks in North Carolina. It is only a little while ago that Scott, aged 75, ordered Wool, also 75, to retire from New York to Troy, on account of his great age and infirmities. The Lieurations of his youthful rival; but whose turn is it to laugh now? The successful foray got up by Wool upon the sand-banks cannot possibly afflict the North Carolinians as much as it hurts Gen. Scott.Gen. Scott.--We unite with him in the cordial hope that the equinoctial storm may soon throw sand in Wool's eyes, and sprinkle a drop or two of water on the parched tongue of the Lieutenant General.