and the municipality, Mayor Monroe
was counseled and prompted by Hon. Pierre Soule
, a gentleman whose ability and tact shone forth in striking contrast with the pitiable exhibition previously made of himself by the Mayor
In fact, if Soule
had had 10 or 15 good regiments and as many batteries at his back, he might have argued Butler
out of New Orleans.
A wide diversity as to premises rendered the progress and results of these discussions quite unsatisfactory to the weaker party.
In the contemplation of Gen. Butler
, New Orleans was a city of the United States
, wherein Rebellion had been temporarily dominant, but which had now been restored to its rightful and lawful allegiance, and wherein no authority must be asserted, no flag displayed, but those of the Union
, and the mob, could not see the matter in that light; but insisted on regarding our forces as intruders, who ought in simple decency to abscond; but who, since they refused to do this, should in all things consult the feelings and tastes of the patriotic and indomitable Southrons, who, from behind their barricades of women and children, delighted in hallooing, wherever Butler
appeared or was expected, “Where's old cock-eye?”
“Let me see the damned rascal!”
“I see the damned old villain,” &c., &c., interspersed with “Hurrah for Jeff. Davis
“Hurrah for Beauregard
“Go home, you damned Yankees!” &c., &c. It was amid a tempest of such outcries from the throats of 50,000 venomous Rebels, that the General
, after vainly endeavoring to comply with a popular demand for “Picayune Butler
,” which none of his bands were able to play, and after having waited upon Capt. Farragut
and heard his account of all that had occurred since our fleet first appeared before the city, ordered the immediate debarkation of his troops, which began at 4 o'clock that afternoon :1
the crowd requiring to be slowly pressed back with the bayonet to obtain space on which our regiments were thus enabled successively to land and form; Gen. Butler
and his staff — no horses having yet been landed — marching on foot at the head of the 31st Massachusetts and 4th Wisconsin to the music of the “Star-Spangled Banner,” variegated by nowise complimentary observations from the mob, along the levee to Poydras street, thence through St. Charles street and Canal street, to the vast, unfinished Custom-House, where our artillery was duly posted and the men fitly quartered; while the General
and his staff returned to his steamboat, and the 12th Connecticut, Col. Deming
, bivouacked on the levee by its side.
That evening, Gen. Butler
finished his proclamation and sent it to the office of The True Delta
to be printed, only to learn that the application was too late.
Next morning, it was renewed, and plumply refused by the proprietor.
Two hours later, a file of soldiers drew up before the building, when half a dozen of their number entered the printing office and proceeded inoffensively to print the obnoxious paper.
The True Delta
of next day commenting rebelliously on this performance, Gen. Butler
suppressed it till further orders: which brought the concern to reason.