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Frank Moore (search for this): chapter 39
lack, with a keen black eye, a Jew face, a yellow skin, curly black hair, closely trimmed black whiskers, and a ponderous gold watch-chain — in the north-west room of the United States Custom House. Over the door of this room were the words, State Department, and round its walls were hung a few maps and battle-plans. In one corner was a tier of shelves filled with books, among which I noticed Headley's, History, Lossing's Pictorial, Parton's Butler, Greeley's American conflict, a set of Frank Moore's Rebellion record, and a dozen numbers and several bound volumes of the Atlantic Monthly, and in the centre of the apartment was a black-walnut table, covered with green cloth, and filled with a multitude of state papers. At this table sat the Secretary. He rose as we entered, and, as Judge Ould introduced us, took our hands, and said: I am glad, very glad, to meet you, gentlemen. I have read your note, and --bowing to me--the open letter you bring from----. Your errand commands
Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 39
pass through the rebel lines, and visited Jefferson Davis at Richmond. This visit, in many respectore, and besought me to come here, and offer Mr. Davis peace on such conditions. That may be. Sed respectfully solicit an interview with President Davis. They visit Richmond only as private c that a free interchange of views between President Davis and themselves may open the way to such o Caesar — and I replied: We thank you, Mr. Davis. It is not often you meet men of our clothe But we think Union essential to peace; and, Mr. Davis, could two people, with the same language, sightful carnage? We are both Christian men, Mr. Davis. Can you, as a Christian man, leave untried fearful, fearful account. Not all of it, Mr. Davis. I admit a fearful account, but it is not aut forever against twenty millions. Again Mr. Davis smiled. Do you suppose there are twenty pression. I hope the day may never come, Mr. Davis, when I say that, said the Colonel. A hal[16 more...]
W. Ashley (search for this): chapter 39
he rebellion and save the Union at every sacrifice. The majority are in favor of Mr. Lincoln, and nearly all of those opposed to him are opposed to him because they think he does not fight you with enough vigor. The radical republicans, who go for slave-suffrage and thorough confiscation, are those who will defeat him, if he is defeated. But if he is defeated before the people, the House will elect a worse man — I mean worse for you. It is more radical than he is — you can see that from Mr. Ashley's Reconstruction Bill-and the people are more radical than the House. Mr. Lincoln, I know, is about to call out five hundred thousand more men, and I can't see how you can resist much longer; but if you do, you will only deepen the radical feeling of the Northern people! They will now give you fair, honorable, generous terms; but let them suffer much more, let there be a dead man in every house, as there is now in every village, and they will give you no terms — they will insist on hangin<
Charles Javins (search for this): chapter 39
ken of the War Department, a young man formerly of New York, but now scorning the imputation of being a Yankee, and Mr. Charles Javins, of the provost guard of Richmond. This latter individual was our shadow in Dixie. He was of medium height, stout-field which divided the mansion from the high-road. We followed in an ambulance drawn by a pair of mules, our shadow--Mr. Javins--sitting between us and the twilight, and Jack, a likely darky, almost the sole survivor of his master's twelve hundred grown gray with longing for soapsuds and a wash-tub. The plainer and humbler of these beds was designed for the burly Mr. Javins; the others had been made ready for the extraordinary envoys (not envoys extraordinary) who, in defiance of all precedehat will make no difference. What we did there. The next morning, after breakfast, which we took in our room with Mr. Javins, we indited a note — of which the following is a copy — to the Confederate Secretary of State: Spotswood House, R
Jack (search for this): chapter 39
want my supper. We all laughed, and the Judge ordered the horses. As we were about to start, I said to him: You've forgotten our parole. Oh, never mind that. We'll attend to that at Richmond. Stepping into his carriage, and unfurling the flag of truce, he then led the way, by a short cut, across the corn-field which divided the mansion from the high-road. We followed in an ambulance drawn by a pair of mules, our shadow--Mr. Javins--sitting between us and the twilight, and Jack, a likely darky, almost the sole survivor of his master's twelve hundred slaves ( De ress all stole Massa — stole by you Yankees ), occupying the front seat, and with a stout whip working our passage to Richmond. Much that was amusing and interesting occurred during our three--hours' journey, but regard for our word forbids my relating it. Suffice it to say, we saw the frowning fortifications, we flanked the invincible army, and at ten o'clock that night, planted our flag (against a lamp-p
Parton (search for this): chapter 39
found the Secretary — a short, plump oily little man in black, with a keen black eye, a Jew face, a yellow skin, curly black hair, closely trimmed black whiskers, and a ponderous gold watch-chain — in the north-west room of the United States Custom House. Over the door of this room were the words, State Department, and round its walls were hung a few maps and battle-plans. In one corner was a tier of shelves filled with books, among which I noticed Headley's, History, Lossing's Pictorial, Parton's Butler, Greeley's American conflict, a set of Frank Moore's Rebellion record, and a dozen numbers and several bound volumes of the Atlantic Monthly, and in the centre of the apartment was a black-walnut table, covered with green cloth, and filled with a multitude of state papers. At this table sat the Secretary. He rose as we entered, and, as Judge Ould introduced us, took our hands, and said: I am glad, very glad, to meet you, gentlemen. I have read your note, and --bowing to me-
J. P. Benjamin (search for this): chapter 39
he morning you had better address a note to Mr. Benjamin, asking the interview with the President. od House, Richmond, Va., July 17, 1864. Hon. J. P. Benjamin, Secretary of State, etc.: dear sir:n half an hour Judge Ould returned, saying: Mr. Benjamin sends you his compliments, and will be happ We thank you for this cordial reception, Mr. Benjamin. We trust you will be as glad to hear us ae is something, after all, in moral power. Mr. Benjamin does not possess it, nor is he a great man.t nine o'clock, at the State Department. Mr. Benjamin occupied his previous seat at the table, an the South. We sincerely hope it may. Mr. Benjamin tells me you have asked to see me, to ---- ect, with only four and a half millions, as Mr. Benjamin says you have, to hold out forever against em for years. The laugh was upon me, and Mr. Benjamin enjoyed it. Well, sir, be that; as it mach me with any other. When we went out, Mr. Benjamin called Judge Ould, who had been waiting dur[2 more...]
Agassiz (search for this): chapter 39
d to start after sundown; and as it wanted some hours of that time, we seated ourselves on the ground, and entered into conversation. The treatment of our prisoners, the status of black troops and non-combatants, and all the questions which have led to the suspension of exchanges, had been good-naturedly discussed, when the Captain, looking up from one of the Northern papers we had brought him, said: Do you know, it mortifies me that you don't hate us as we hate you? You kill us as Agassiz kills a fly — because you love us. Of course we do. The North is being crucified for love of the South. If you love us so, why don't you let us go? asked the Judge, rather curtly. For that very reason — because we love you. If we let you go, with slavery, and your notions of empire, you'd run straight to barbarism and the Devil. We'd take the risk of that. But let me tell you, if you are going to Mr. Davis with any such ideas, you might as well turn back at once. He can m
W. T. Sherman (search for this): chapter 39
the loss and bloodshed you have caused. But we must crush your armies, and exterminate your Government. And is not that already nearly done? You are wholly without money, and at the end of your resources. Grant has shut you up in Richmond. Sherman is before Atlanta. Had you not, then, better accept honorable terms while you can retain your prestige, and save the pride of the Southern people? Mr. Davis smiled. I respect your earnestness, Colonel, but you do not seem to understand y thousand men--more than Lee had at the outset--and is no nearer taking Richmond than at first; and Lee, whose front has never been broken, holds him completely in check, and has men enough to spare to invade Maryland, and threaten Washington! Sherman, to be sure, is before Atlanta; but suppose he is, and suppose he takes it? You know, that the farther he goes from his base of supplies, the weaker he grows, and the more disastrous defeat will be to him. And defeat may come. So, in a militar
J. G. Foster (search for this): chapter 39
thing for you; but a miss, you know, is as good as a mile, said the Judge, evidently enjoying the joke. We hear Grant was in the boat that followed yours, and was struck while at dinner, remarked Captain Hatch, the Judge's adjutant — a gentleman, and about the best-looking man in the Confederacy. Indeed! Do you believe it? I don't know, of course; and his looks asked for an answer. We gave none, for all such information is contraband. We might have told him that Grant, Butler, and Foster examined their position from Mrs. Grover's house — about four hundred yards distant--two hours after the rebel cannon-ball danced a break-down on the Lieutenant-General's dinner-table. We were then introduced to the other officials--Major Henniken of the War Department, a young man formerly of New York, but now scorning the imputation of being a Yankee, and Mr. Charles Javins, of the provost guard of Richmond. This latter individual was our shadow in Dixie. He was of medium height, stou
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