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Fortress Monroe (Virginia, United States) (search for this): article 2
have sprung forth in this war, a constellation of heroes, gilding the blackest clouds with immortal light, whilst, glowing at the heads of the majestic constellation, the fame of Lee fills the earth with its radiance, and the memory of Jackson shines with reflected glory from every patriot heart. Try to admit, oh Snooks, that a land which has produced such a galaxy is worthy of thy farthing candle, and that even if it be snuffed out by a bombshell extinguisher, it is better than to die in its own grease, and disgust all honest noses with its pestilential smell. We have given a picture of Snooks before the peace commissioners at Fortress Monroe. We are happy to learn that the prescriptions of the Federal physicians on that occasion have had the happiest effect on his heart and liver. He has provided himself with weapons of war, and determined that if his goods and chattels are, in reality, to be confiscated, and his neck to be untimeously broken, he will know the reason why.
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): article 2
ned to become the personal property of a lank man, attached to a long nose, and to hoe his corn or drive his chariot, whilst Mrs. Snooks does the cooking in the kitchen. The ears of Snooks are always pricked up to hear if any Confederate town or garrison has fallen, in which case he indulges himself in an entertainment of profound despair. A perfect luxury of woe was the fall of New Orleans, only surpassed by that of Vicksburg. Then the falling back of Lee from Gettysburg, of Johnston to Atlanta — never was anything so gloriously melancholy. Snooks thinks of commemorating these performances by falling back himself from a third-story window, leaving forever a land where the coffee is of rye, and the tea is the only thing that does not smell of gun-powder. "Isn't there something," he exclaims, in the bitterness of his soul, "that will never fall?" Rejoice, oh disconsolate mortal, there is. Beef and bacon, bread and clothing, rent and servants' hire, fuel and whiskey, will never fall
China (China) (search for this): article 2
up his lawn, trample down his wife's flowers; ask him if he has not got a Government contract, and do not believe him when he says no; inquire if he voted for secession, and does not he wish he had not. Men of all nations abuse him in the language of their various countries, and prove the universal brotherhood of the race by uniting to steal everything they can lay hands on. Irishmen break his crockery, Germans curse him for dissolving the glorious Union, colonels of cavalry take his watch, Chinese catch his Shanghais, Dutchmen eat his cabbage, negroes damn his eyes, and members of Young Men's Christian Associations steal his family Bible. Sidney Smith, on seeing a lump of American ice, said he was glad to see anything in America solvent. If he had lived to witness a Yankee raid, he would have beheld a universal solvent, dissolving not only the ligaments of the Union, but all earthly ties, loosening a man's hold upon all sublunary things, making him realize, as he never did before,
Mexico (Mexico, Mexico) (search for this): article 2
om a third-story window, leaving forever a land where the coffee is of rye, and the tea is the only thing that does not smell of gun-powder. "Isn't there something," he exclaims, in the bitterness of his soul, "that will never fall?" Rejoice, oh disconsolate mortal, there is. Beef and bacon, bread and clothing, rent and servants' hire, fuel and whiskey, will never fall--"not till the last arm'd foe expires"--but rise victorious over all the ills of human life. Snooks begins to inquire about Mexico, what advantages it offers to a man of moderate enterprise, and whether Maximilian would be likely to interfere with his liberty of person, or the Roman Catholic Church with his freedom of conscience. For the present, however, he concludes to retire to the country, one of whose eligible rural seats he finds in the illuminated columns of an auctioneer's advertisement: commodious mansion, productive grounds, orchards of apple and peach, never-failing springs, oak groves, salubrious atmosphere
kees — destined to become the personal property of a lank man, attached to a long nose, and to hoe his corn or drive his chariot, whilst Mrs. Snooks does the cooking in the kitchen. The ears of Snooks are always pricked up to hear if any Confederate town or garrison has fallen, in which case he indulges himself in an entertainment of profound despair. A perfect luxury of woe was the fall of New Orleans, only surpassed by that of Vicksburg. Then the falling back of Lee from Gettysburg, of Johnston to Atlanta — never was anything so gloriously melancholy. Snooks thinks of commemorating these performances by falling back himself from a third-story window, leaving forever a land where the coffee is of rye, and the tea is the only thing that does not smell of gun-powder. "Isn't there something," he exclaims, in the bitterness of his soul, "that will never fall?" Rejoice, oh disconsolate mortal, there is. Beef and bacon, bread and clothing, rent and servants' hire, fuel and whiskey, will
inds in the illuminated columns of an auctioneer's advertisement: commodious mansion, productive grounds, orchards of apple and peach, never-failing springs, oak groves, salubrious atmosphere, and a refined and intelligent neighborhood. Ah! here is a Paradise. The terms moderate! "What a fool the owner is to sell out! Going into the army, I suppose." Well, here Mr. Snooks will retire from war's alarms, dusty streets and muddy hydrant water. No high prices, no city taxes, no McClellan and Grant deepening the blue of the horizon and shelling you like an oyster. There Snooks will cut his own wood, and raise his own bacon. A green oasis in the desert; and the proprietor greener still to part for a small sum with such an Eden. Alas, for the vanity of human expectations. Snooks has scarcely begun to enjoy his new possessions, and is, perhaps, some calm, moonlight night, sitting on his porch and contemplating the beauties of nature, pitying, from the bottom of his soul, the poor, cro
a very hopeful view of public affairs. Mr. Snooks, for example, though he has never been belowo hoe his corn or drive his chariot, whilst Mrs. Snooks does the cooking in the kitchen. The ears never was anything so gloriously melancholy. Snooks thinks of commemorating these performances by Going into the army, I suppose." Well, here Mr. Snooks will retire from war's alarms, dusty streets Alas, for the vanity of human expectations. Snooks has scarcely begun to enjoy his new possessionshadow on the sun; that all that was mortal of Snooks must some day sink beneath the sod, and flowers a Higher Power knows better what is good for Snooks than Snooks himself; and that, if he submit chSnooks himself; and that, if he submit cheerfully and trustingly to his condition, he may extract from it some great good which it was intendng and lamented husband."--The worthy citizen, Snooks, can no longer hear all that, and even if he cry from every patriot heart. Try to admit, oh Snooks, that a land which has produced such a galaxy [6 more...]
" or of which the Lacedaemonian poet animated his countrymen in unsuccessful war by singing: "He who fights well among the foremost, if he fall, shall be sung among his people; or, if he live, shall be in reverence in their council, and old men shall give place to him; his tomb shall be in honor and the children of his children"; nor that of which the Southron might say: The land which claimed a Washington as its father, and which has always led the way in resistance to tyranny, whether of Cromwell, George III., or Lincoln; whose ancestry ever preferred death to degradation; whose domestic virtues have been as stainless as her soldier's swords, and more beautiful and fragrant than the vine and fig tree which threw over them their protecting shade; whose altars have been crimsoned with more precious sacrifices than ever bled in heathen temples; and whose sons have sprung forth in this war, a constellation of heroes, gilding the blackest clouds with immortal light, whilst, glowing at th
McClellan (search for this): article 2
l seats he finds in the illuminated columns of an auctioneer's advertisement: commodious mansion, productive grounds, orchards of apple and peach, never-failing springs, oak groves, salubrious atmosphere, and a refined and intelligent neighborhood. Ah! here is a Paradise. The terms moderate! "What a fool the owner is to sell out! Going into the army, I suppose." Well, here Mr. Snooks will retire from war's alarms, dusty streets and muddy hydrant water. No high prices, no city taxes, no McClellan and Grant deepening the blue of the horizon and shelling you like an oyster. There Snooks will cut his own wood, and raise his own bacon. A green oasis in the desert; and the proprietor greener still to part for a small sum with such an Eden. Alas, for the vanity of human expectations. Snooks has scarcely begun to enjoy his new possessions, and is, perhaps, some calm, moonlight night, sitting on his porch and contemplating the beauties of nature, pitying, from the bottom of his soul, t
Maximilian (search for this): article 2
he tea is the only thing that does not smell of gun-powder. "Isn't there something," he exclaims, in the bitterness of his soul, "that will never fall?" Rejoice, oh disconsolate mortal, there is. Beef and bacon, bread and clothing, rent and servants' hire, fuel and whiskey, will never fall--"not till the last arm'd foe expires"--but rise victorious over all the ills of human life. Snooks begins to inquire about Mexico, what advantages it offers to a man of moderate enterprise, and whether Maximilian would be likely to interfere with his liberty of person, or the Roman Catholic Church with his freedom of conscience. For the present, however, he concludes to retire to the country, one of whose eligible rural seats he finds in the illuminated columns of an auctioneer's advertisement: commodious mansion, productive grounds, orchards of apple and peach, never-failing springs, oak groves, salubrious atmosphere, and a refined and intelligent neighborhood. Ah! here is a Paradise. The terms
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