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The Daily Dispatch: December 27, 1861., [Electronic resource], Scene in a Church. (search)
From Norfolk.
Christmas at Norfolk--Congressman Ely--the Murderer of Caffee — Negro Hiring — ladies' fair, &c.
[special Correspondence of the Dispatch] Norfolk, Dec. 26, 1861.
Yesterday was, comparatively, a quiet day in Norfolk.
With very few exceptions, the stores were closed, and a large number of persons attended church.
On some of the streets, as usual at Christmas, a number of boys were engaged in firing off "pop-crackers," as they are called here.
Occasionally the discharge of pistols was heard; but owing to the high price of powder, the firing of guns, pistols &c., was much less frequent than on former occasions.
Mr. Ely, the Federal prisoner, of whom much has been said, and who was exchanged for Mr. Faulkner, passed through this city yesterday, on route for the land of Yankee actions.
He went down to Fort Monroe, yesterday afternoon, by flag of truce.
The individual charged with shooting and killing Caffee, on Monday appeared before the Ma
Christmas doings.
--We believe the great majority of our inhabitants behaved themselves with propriety on Christmas day; or, if otherwise, had sufficient regard for the public peace to keep remote from view.
The exceptions generally found themselves brought face to face with the police, and a dozen or fifteen jolly boys spent their Christmas night in the dreary dungeons of the watch- house.
They made a picturesque show at the Mayor's Court yesterday; dirty faces, swollen optics, bandaged heads, and torn garments; old men and young men, all coming together fraternally on the common level of the brute; they composed collectively a study for the artist or the philanthropist.
Every one had his excuse ready.
"Had a pretty high Christmas, your Honor, and was took up." "Just come out of the hospital, sir, and was recommended to take a little spirits, and took a good deal."--"Never was drunk before in my life, and if you'll let me off, will never touch another drop, sell me God."
Christmas at the Passport Office.
--The quiet of this city on Christmas day might have been easily accounted for by any one stopping a moment at the Passport Office.--The crowd demanding passports was incessant; and the officer in charge admitted it to be the busiest day he had known for many months.
And this officer, we learn, from the day he entered the service of the Government, at Montgomery, has never been absent from his post a day or night. He has worked early and late, and Sundays, as well as other days,--and is a member of the Church.
But the enemy have seized his property, and brought distress upon his family — and he labors diligently not only to recover his estate, but to witness the establishment of the Independence of the South, and of the security of the hearthstones and altars of a brave and patriotic people.
The Negroes behaved with great propriety on Christmas day, and we willingly give them credit for it. They had but two or three representatives at the Mayor's Court yesterday, and these were up for offences not peculiar to the holiday season.
Wm. Scott, free, for trespassing on the premises of B. B. Pettis; and Patrick, slave of T. & S. Hardgrove, for furnishing whiskey to the Yankee prisoners, were sent down to be punished in the usual way.
"Merry Christmas."
--With all the disadvantages and drawbacks of the times, Christmas day witnessed many pleasant reunions and family gatherings, and many hearts were made glad by the kindly offerings of the season.
The weather was delightful, and old and young found the means of rational enjoyment, except those whose memories rankle with rooted sorrow implanted by the new blood- thirsty policy of the Godless politicians of the North.