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Big Lick (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
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
Winchester, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
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 ma
Fort Donelson (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
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 ma
Pea Ridge, Ark. (Arkansas, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
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
Port Royal (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 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 master
1862 AD (search for this): chapter 6
An eclipse.--The Confederate Almanac for 1862, published by Rev. Doctor Summers, at the Southern Methodist Publishing House, announces an eclipse of the sun visible over the confederate States! And now, O gifted prognosticator of celestial mysteries! vouchsafe to announce that there will be a total eclipse of the confederate States shortly, visible over all creation.--Philadelphia Press.
Summers (search for this): chapter 6
An eclipse.--The Confederate Almanac for 1862, published by Rev. Doctor Summers, at the Southern Methodist Publishing House, announces an eclipse of the sun visible over the confederate States! And now, O gifted prognosticator of celestial mysteries! vouchsafe to announce that there will be a total eclipse of the confederate States shortly, visible over all creation.--Philadelphia Press.
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 6
An eclipse.--The Confederate Almanac for 1862, published by Rev. Doctor Summers, at the Southern Methodist Publishing House, announces an eclipse of the sun visible over the confederate States! And now, O gifted prognosticator of celestial mysteries! vouchsafe to announce that there will be a total eclipse of the confederate States shortly, visible over all creation.--Philadelphia Press. An eclipse.--The Confederate Almanac for 1862, published by Rev. Doctor Summers, at the Southern Methodist Publishing House, announces an eclipse of the sun visible over the confederate States! And now, O gifted prognosticator of celestial mysteries! vouchsafe to announce that there will be a total eclipse of the confederate States shortly, visible over all creation.--Philadelphia Press.
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 7
A secesh woman in Tennessee asked a Union soldier: How far back does your army exend? Why, madam, it reaches to the north pole, and when I left two other regiments were trying to get in!
January 24th, 1862 AD (search for this): chapter 8
Gen. Lander, a short time before his death, was requested to furnish materials for his biography, to be published in the forthcoming work entitled: The Officers of the Union Army and Navy, their Lives and Portraits. In replying, he wrote the following characteristic letter: headquarters camp Kelly, January 24, 1862. dear Sirs: I do not know any event of my life that in public opinion would be worth noting. I have no time to write history, though I am obliged for the kindness which prompted you to ask me to do so. My public services have been greatly over-estimated, and if you could know the very poor opinion I entertain of myself and others now charged with the holy mission of preserving this republic, you would never ask it. I and, most respectfully yours, F. W. Lander, Brigadier-General U. S. V.
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