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General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 18 (search)
ect and esteem of every one at headquarters. She visited any officers or soldiers who were sick, went to the cook and suggested delicacies for their comfort, took her meals with the mess, kept up a pleasant run of conversation at the table, and added greatly to the cheerfulness of headquarters. She had visited her husband several times at the front when he was winning his victories in the West, and had learned perfectly how to adapt herself to camp life. She and the general were a perfect Darby and Joan. They would seek a quiet corner of his quarters of an evening, and sit with her hand in his, manifesting the most ardent devotion; and if a staff-officer came accidentally upon them, they would look as bashful as two young lovers spied upon in the scenes of their courtship. In speaking of the general to others, his wife usually referred to him as Mr. Grant, from force of habit formed before the war. In addressing him she said Ulyss, and when they were alone, or no one was present
ld bacon was grudgingly given to them. When, at last, they were permitted to go to the relief of our wounded, the secession surgeon would not allow them to perform operations, but intrusted the wounded to his young assistants, some of them with no more knowledge of what they attempted to do than an apothecary's clerk. And further, that these inexperienced surgeons performed operations upon our men in a most horrible manner, some of them were absolutely frightful. When, he adds, I asked Doctor Darby to allow me to amputate the leg of Corporal Prescott, of our regiment, and said that the man must die if it were not done, he told me that I should be allowed to do it. While Dr. Homiston was waiting, he says a secessionist came through the room and said: They are operating upon one of the Yankee's legs up-stairs. I went up and found that they had cut off Prescott's leg. The assistants were pulling on the flesh at each side, trying to get flap enough to cover the bone. They had sawed o
She was clad with railroad iron dovetailed together. Her armament was very heavy. A rifled thirty-pounder Dahlgren on her bow and a large brass gun on the stern, with their carriages, are perfect, and will be saved. The Hart, as the rebels intended she should be, proved a very serious obstruction, and when I left (three days after) she still lay as she sunk. So rapid did our army follow up the enemy that they had no time to get their transports at New-Iberia away, and the Blue Hammock, Darby, Louise, Uncle Tommy, and Cricket were all either fired or sunk. All the commissary stores and ammunition with which these transports were loaded were destroyed with them. The Cornie (the hospital boat mentioned in company with the Diana) was captured near New-Iberia the day previous. When our forces saw her stopped by the Diana she was on her way to New-Iberia with her load of wounded. The commander of the Diana warned her not to proceed any further, as General Grover was in the neighbo
!--and the storm Of serried bayonets sweeping by, Shall swell to a hurricane! O blind and bitter! that could not know, Even in fight, a caitiff-blow, (Foully dealt on a hard-set foe,) Ever is underwise-- Ever is ghosted with after fear-- Ye might lessen it-year by year, Looking, with fevered eyes, For sail or smoke from the Breton shore, Lest a land, so rudely wronged of yore, In flamy revenge should rise! Office at outcry!--ah! wretched Flam! Vile Farce of hammer and prate! Trade! bids Darby — and blood! smirks Pam-- Little ween they, each courtly Sham, Of the Terror lying in wait! Little wot of the web he spins, Their Tempter in purple, that darkly grins 'Neath his stony visor of state, O'er Seas, how narrow!--for, whoso wins, At yon base Auction of Outs and Ins, The rule of his Dearest Hate-- Her point once flashing athwart her Kin's, And the reckoning, ledgered for long, begins-- The galling Glories and envied Sins Shall buzz in a mesh-like fate! Ay, mate your meanest!--ye
illips, C. S. A., of General Magruder's staff, and Captain C. S. Mills, A. Q. M., First Texas regiment, rendered most invaluable service, during the battle of Manassas, in bringing forward and placing in position additional brigades upon the long to be remembered heights around the Chinn house. Lieutenant D. L. Sublett, acting division ordnance officer, was prompt in bringing forward ammunition, and otherwise efficiently performed the duties pertaining to his department. All praise is due Dr. Darby, chief surgeon of the division, for his untiring efforts and skilful manner in caring for the numerous wounded. Dr. Roach, senior surgeon Texas brigade, and Dr. Hubbard, senior surgeon Law's brigade, Dr. Breckinridge, and all other surgeons and assistant surgeons of this command, have my heartfelt thanks for their able services. I would be wrong in not acknowledging the valuable services rendered during the several engagements, in transmitting orders, of the following couriers of this co
Try teaching again, suggested my mother. No thank you, ma'am, ten years of that is enough. Take a husband like my Darby, and fulfill your mission, said sister Joan, home on a visit. Can't afford expensive luxuries, Mrs. Coobiddy. Turn and will you help me, like a cherub as you are? Oh, yes, of course. I know a fellow who will set us right, responded Darby, mildly excited, and darting into some kind of an office, held counsel with an invisible angel, who sent him out radiant.dness had rather abated since then, and I was now quite ready to be a timid trembler, if necessary. Dear me! how easily Darby did it all: he just asked one question, received an answer, tucked me under his arm, and in ten minutes I stood in the prur of the day. It was a blow; but weariness had extinguished enthusiasm, and resignation clothed me as a garment. I sent Darby for Joan, and doggedly paddled off, feeling that mud was my native element, and quite sure that the evening papers would
James Russell Lowell, Among my books, Wordsworth. (search)
wth of his own mind, at a time when there were only two men in the world (himself and Coleridge) who were aware that he had one, or at least one anywise differing from those mechanically uniform ones which are stuck drearily, side by side, in the great pin-paper of society. In Germany Wordsworth dined in company with Klopstock, and after dinner they had a conversation, of which Wordsworth took notes. The respectable old poet, who was passing the evening of his days by the chimney-corner, Darby and Joan like, with his respectable Muse, seems to have been rather bewildered by the apparition of a living genius. The record is of value now chiefly for the insight it gives us into Wordsworth's mind. Among other things he said, that it was the province of a great poet to raise people up to his own level, not to descend to theirs,—memorable words, the more memorable that a literary life of sixty years was in keeping with them. It would be instructive to know what were Wordsworth's st
James Russell Lowell, Among my books, Milton. (search)
itions seems, however, to be the less called — for as he himself appears to admit that the compositor, not the author, was supreme in these matters, and that in nine hundred and ninety-nine cases to the thousand Milton had no system, but spelt by immediate inspiration. Yet Mr. Masson fills nearly four pages with an analysis of the vowel sounds, in which, as if to demonstrate the futility of such attempts so long as men's ears differ, he tells us that the short a sound is the same in man and Darby, the short o sound in God and does, and what he calls the long o sound in broad and wrath. Speaking of the apostrophe, Mr. Masson tells us that it is sometimes inserted, not as a possessive mark at all, but merely as a plural mark: hero's for heroes, myrtle's for myrtles, Gorgons and Hydra's, etc. Now, in books printed about the time of Milton's the apostrophe was put in almost at random, and in all the cases cited is a misprint, except in the first, where it serves to indicate that the pr
1862 Morrill, Asa Captain of Police Station No. 3, died, aged 53, June 2, 1870 Mummy An Egyptian, on exhibition in town, Oct. 5, 1816 Glidden has one at Tremont Temple, June 3, 1850 Murder Elizabeth Fales, by Jason Fairbanks, in Dedham, July 1, 1801 Timothy Kennedy, by Michael Powers, in South Russell street, Mar. 6, 1820 Anthony Hogan, by unknown, in Sudbury street, Nov. 9, 1822 Billy Williams, by Trask and Green, in State Prison, Jan. 2, 1822 Sarah Dix, by Darby and Gilgar, on Negro Hill, Dec. 3, 1824 Mr. Lambert, by seven boys, in Hanover street, June 20, 1825 Watchman Houghton, by John Holland, in State street, Dec. 12, 1825 Joseph White, by Knapp and others, at Salem, Apr. 16, 1830 John Rich, by Elmer Campbell, in Ann street, Sep. 24, 1832 Sarah M. Connell, by Ephraim K. Avery (susp.), Tiverton, R. I., Dec. 31, 1832 -Lowell, by-Riley, in Clinton street, Mar. 20, 1836 Ellen Jewett, by Richard P. Robinson, in New York City, Apr
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 18. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 5 (search)
twenty minutes, when we heard the rattle of musketry, and a few minutes later the order came to fall back to the right and left of the road to let the hearers of Captain Johnston pass by. He had received two severe wounds while making a daring reconnoissance, and was borne back to Plan Del Rio and placed in the most airy house in the village, where I also was borne five days later, being severely wounded. Stevens Mason, captain of the Rifles was taken there also, and a few days after Lieutenant Darby (John Phoenix) was brought in and laid on a cot by my side. A disciplinarian. The rooms were separated by partitions of reeds, which admitted the passage of air and sound. And we could converse from one room to another. Darby's coarse humor was irrepressible. Nothing could stop it, and it gave annoyance especially to Captain Johnston, who was as pure as a woman in word and thought. But he lay quiescent, without any expression of pain, though his wounds were the most grievous o
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