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The Daily Dispatch: July 29, 1861., [Electronic resource], Edward Everett. (search)
the movement against our left. A short time afterwards Gen. Johnston and Gen. Beauregard, with their staff, rode off to the nearest point of elevation and observation seems to pervade the public mind which has not yet been corrected that Gen. Beauregard fought the battle and that Gen. Johnston yielded to preconceived plans. Whilst according to Gen. Beauregard all the merit to which he is entitled, and there does not live a more gallant gentleman and officer, nor one for whom I have a highnception. When Gen. Johnston, (who has always been in correspondence with Gen. Beauregard in regard to the junction of their armies, and who for weeks Gas — also pothe different brigades to prepare for a forward movement in the morning. General Beauregard's plans were to be carried out in a great measure, and the rout of the enith redoubled ardor, and from that time we yielded not an inch of ground. Gen. Beauregard riding over to the left took charge of operations there, displaying his re
The Daily Dispatch: July 29, 1861., [Electronic resource], The Southern soldier. (search)
six hundred they took in. Balaklava tells no more heroic tale than this: "Into the valley of death marched the six hundred." As they retired, they passed Gen. Beauregard. He drew aside, fronted, raised his hat, and said, "I salute the 8th Georgia with my hat off." Of all the companies of the regiment, the Oglethorpe Lighrn back who can go forward, until it is ended, or they are completely annihilated. After the gallant 8th had retired with but a fragment, Col. Bartow, by Gen. Beauregard's order, brought up the 7th Georgia, exclaiming, in reply to Col. Gartrell, of the 7th, who asked him where they should go--"Give me your flag, and I will telrific fire, he posted the regiment fronting the enemy, and exclaimed in those eloquent tones so full of high feeling that his friends ever expected from him--"Gen. Beauregard says you must hold this position, and, Georgians, I appeal to you to hold it" Regardless of life, gallantly riding amid the hottest fire, cheering the me
The Daily Dispatch: July 29, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 5 (search)
we are conquered. [Cheers.] I do not expect the latter to take place, Such men as we have can never be conquered, [cheers.] because they are fighting for that which is dearer than life itself — their rights [Cheers.] I have left behind me wife, children, home, everything that is dear to man. My men are in the same condition.--We would be worse than cowards if we gave up the contest with anything less than life. [Loud cheers.] In the great battle lately fought — the battle of Davis, Beauregard and Johnston — our men exhibited a foretaste of what Lincoln's menials may expect in every contest that is to follow. Any set of raw troops who can, with nothing but bowie knives, charge upon the bayonets of regulars, as our men did in the late battle, can never be whipped. There is no instance upon record where raw recruits were known to make such bold, daring, slashing charges right up to the mouths of cannon, manned by veterans, and take them, as did our men on that occasion. Nor was<
The Daily Dispatch: July 29, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 5 (search)
isabled. He rode up to Gen. Jackson and said: "General, they are beating us back." The reply was: "Sir, we'll give them the bayonet" Gen. Bee immediately rallied the remnant of his brigade, and his last words to them were: "There is Jackson standing like a stone wall. Let us determine to die here, and we will conquer. Follow me!" His men obeyed the call; and, at the head of his column, the very moment when the battle was turning in our favor, he fell, mortally wounded. Gen. Beauregard was heard to say he had never seen such gallantry. He never murmured at his suffering, but seemed to be consoled by the reflection that he was doing his duty. "victory or death." The Rockingham Register contains the following: Among the gallant spirits who fell in the battle at the Junction on Sunday last, was Wm. C. Woodward, of the West Augusta Guards. To those who knew him, it is need less to say that he died like a patriot and fell at his post. He was in the battle
The Daily Dispatch: July 29, 1861., [Electronic resource], From Gloucester Point. (search)
From Gloucester Point. [Correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.] Fort Brown, Gloucester Point, July 22 1861. To-day has been a day of rejoicing. Military enthusiasm is at its height. When the news of the victory of Davis, Beauregard and Johnston combined — the mighty trio of warriors-- reached us, there was cheering among us all; each congratulating the other upon the success of our Southern forces. Eleven guns were fired in honor of the victory, one for each of the States of our glorious Confederacy, the last of which was fled by the Colonel of this post, Chas. A. Crumpt. The largest battle ever fought on the American continent has been decided to the honor and glory of the brave sons of the South. But how else can it be when our soldiers are cheered on by the many blessings and favors of the fair sex of the Old Dominion. For when beauty declares her preference and asserts her away, men, too, must leap to her assistance and rescue and defend her cause. No
The Daily Dispatch: July 29, 1861., [Electronic resource], From Gloucester Point. (search)
Mr. Crittenden supposes. She has "buffeted" the opposing stream with "lusty sinews," and in spite of those who stand indifferent upon the shore and others who are seeking to drown her, she will come safe to land. Nor do we believe that Mr. Crittenden will carry Kentucky with him. The Republicans declare that the time has come when she must take sides and be with the South or against it. Can she will she draw the sword against her own mother, Virginia? Will she bathe her bayonets in kindred blood? By every affinity on nature and interest, she is called upon to detach herself from the despotic North and join the Southern federation. We rejoice the thousands of her gallant sons are already arrayed under the Southern flag, and believe, are long, the will come gallantly to the column which is marching in victory under her own Davis, her own Johnston, the Louisiana Beauregard, and the Virginia Johnston and Lee--nanies which are destined to hallow and immortalize our age and country.