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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 29 (search)
Gen. Mcclellan as A Wit.--The Washington Star, speaking of Gen. McClellan's interview with the press brigade, last week, says:-- Gen. McClellan is not fluent of speech apparently, and doubtless doesn't care to be. That there is some little quiet fun in his composition, was apparent at the interview; and on the suggestion being made that the pictorial papers should be severely talked to for giving representations of our military works and operations, he seemed to think that they could be safely left alone, as quite as likely to confound as to instruct the enemy.--N. Y. Commercial Advertiser, Aug. 7.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 31 (search)
ambition and worldly interest went out with them, so that their dreams were filled with fancies of the unseen face. One night, gathered together, the voice struck up again. By Jove! said one, this is agonizing. I can't stand it. She must be discovered! A dozen eager voices took up the remark, and a certain amorous youth was delegated to reconnoitre the place. He crept on tip-toe toward the dwelling, leaped the garden pales, and finally, undiscovered, but very pallid and remorseful, gained the casement. Softly raising his head, he peeped within. The room was full of the music. He seemed to grow blind for the moment. Lo! prone upon the kitchen hearth, sat the mysterious songstress--an ebony-hued negress, scouring the tin kettles. The soldier's limbs sank beneath him, and the discovered, looking up, said, Go ‘way dar, won't ye, or I'll shy de fryina — pan out oa de winder! The soldier left — but not to dream, perchance!--Boston Saturday Evening Gazette, Aug
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 32 (search)
The little rebel. --A lady temporarily residing among the Black Republicans in Northern Pennsylvania, writes to her husband in this city that an increase, in the form of a baby boy, had occurred in their family. In her own words, she adds: Upon the sex of my baby being known, I proclaimed his name to be Jefferson Davis. The indignation with which this announcement was received, can be better imagined than described. No one pretends to call him by his proper name, but instead, the Little Rebel! I had silently submitted to insulting abolition harangues until it was supposed I had been cured of all my secession proclivities. Judge, then, if you can, of the great surprise with which I treated the neighborhood in naming my baby! --N. O. True Delta, Aug. 1.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 33 (search)
Southern violence.--Mr. Collins, son of Dr. Collins, a noted Methodist who escaped from the South some time since, relates the following:--Miss Giernstein, a young woman from Maine, who had been teaching near Memphis, became an object of suspicion, and left for Cairo on the cars. One of the firemen overheard her say to some Northern men, Thank God! we shall soon be in a land where there is freedom of thought and speech. The fellow summoned the Vigilance Committee, and the three Northern men were stripped, and whipped till their flesh hung in strips. Miss G. was stripped to her waist, and thirteen lashes given her bare back. Mr. Collins says the brave girl permitted no cry or tear to escape her, but bit her lips through and through. With head shaved, scarred, and disfigured, she was at length permitted to resume her journey toward civilization.--N Y. Tribune, Aug. 7.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 35 (search)
test oath. --The following is the test oath adopted by the city council of Montgomery, Ala. All citizens are required to take it: Be it further Resolved, That on the top of each page, above the signature, shall be inscribed the following:-- We, citizens of the city of Montgomery, Alabama, whose names appear signed below, do solemnly affirm, in the presence of God, that we will uphold, maintain, and support the Constitution of the Confederate States of America, and hereby pledge our lives and fortunes and most sacred honor in the defence of the rights of the citizens thereof. Resolved, further, That all our citizens be requested to call at the Clerk's office, and sign their names in said register.--Louisville Journal, Aug. 9.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 36 (search)
Barring them out.--A little child who, in other days, had learned to revere the Stars and Stripes, upon being told that he must in future say Stars and Bars, wanted to know whether the bars were to bar the Yankees out.--Mobile Evening News, Aug. 20.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 39 (search)
A brave negro boy.--One of the members of the Second Ohio regiment told me, that on the march up to the battle of Bull Run, a negro boy, a bright little fellow, wanted to go along. They let him do so. He stuck close to them in the midst of the fight, and finally the little fellow got a musket, and fought as bravely as the bravest of them. On their retreat he got tired out, and lay down in the corner of a fence and went to sleep. There they regretted to have to leave him.--Banner of the Covenant, Aug. 10.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 43 (search)
e do not publish the letter, as Miss Curtis expressly says it is not intended to go into print. She informs us that her business at Washington was to visit her brother, who is a member of Capt. Thomas' Company, we believe, her object being to see for herself how the regiment fared. Her brother had never made any complaints, and she wanted to know how he was faring. After satisfying herself on this point, she was induced by him to remain in the vicinity of the camp until the expiration of his sworn term of three months, when he expected to accompany her home. She is now — or was at the time the letter was written — boarding at the Clarendon Hotel in Washington, but will be home in a few days. Miss Curtis says the secesh, as she calls them, did not make much out of her, and adds:--I was determined, if I was to die, to say all I had to say --and we have no doubt she said it. As we have before stated, she is the daughter of Mr. Hiram Curtis, of Albion.--Rochester Democrat, Aug. 2
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 46 (search)
Praying on John Brown's sentence seat.--When Gen. Patterson's column had entered Charlestown, Va., and taken possession of the Court House, and raised our flag, to the great indignation of the rebel citizens, the Rev. Mr. Fulton, Chaplain of the First Scott Legion regiment, went into the building and immediately walked up to the bench, and sat down in the chair from which John Brown received his death sentence, and there offered a prayer for our President, our army, our counsellors, and country, while also beseeching God to crush the rebellion, its leaders, and its cause.--Phila. Bulletin, Aug. 2.
Elias Nason, McClellan's Own Story: the war for the union, the soldiers who fought it, the civilians who directed it, and his relations to them., chapter 5 (search)
. I was in the saddle nearly twelve hours yesterday. I broke down your father and sent Seth home half an hour since, neither of them having been out all to-day. Aug, 4. I dined at the President's yesterday. I suppose some forty were present--Prince Napoleon and his staff, French minister, English ditto, cabinet, some senat day strengthens me. I am leaving nothing undone to increase our force; but the old general always comes in the way. He understands nothing, appreciates nothing. Aug.--.--On Sunday, instead of going to church, was sent for by the President immediately after breakfast, and kept busy until midnight, when I returned from a long riduntil after midnight. To-day the President sent for me before I was up; have been at work ever since, and soon start out to receive a brigade and some batteries. Aug, 9, 1861, A. M. I have had a busy day: started from here at seven in the morning, and was in the saddle until about nine this evening; rode over the advanced po
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