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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 7. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Editorial Paragraphs. (search)
d-Colonel William Allan. The book will be neatly gotten up, and will be mailed for $2, $2.25 or $2.50 according to binding. It will be published only for subscribers, and in order to secure a copy you should send your name at once to J. William Jones, Box 61, Richmond, Virginia. The question of the wearing of breastplates by soldiers in the United States army has had a somewhat amusing ventilation in the Nation recently. Captain J. A. Judson, who was Assistant Adjutant-General of Hatch's cavalry brigade, made a very fierce attack on General Dick Taylor's statement that he saw breastplates and other protective devices on the persons of Federal soldiers at Middleburg and Winchester, on Jackson's Valley compaign. The gallant Captain waited until after the death of General Taylor to say that he states what he knew to be a deliberate falsehood, and uses other very ugly language concerning General Taylor's narrative, recalling to any fair minded man the old fable about kicking
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 7. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Prison experience. (search)
t noon, at that day, we passed Rip Raps, a barren rock where some of our gallant boys had been sent for some imaginary offence. A severe gale delayed our progress very materially, and the ice in James river was another obstacle. We had passed the grim walls of Fortress Monroe, and began to realize familiar scenes and places. About noon, on the 15th, we arrived at Varina Ferry, and were immediately transferred to our own boats, under the command of that courteous officer and gentleman, Captain Hatch. The officers of the boat had some difficulty in keeping the men in their proper places, for the river was full of torpedoes, and the boats had to be piloted very carefully. At 4 P. M. we landed at Richmond — dear old Richmond — and a happy day it was for us. The merchants near the wharf opened boxes of tobacco for us, and gave us bountifully of it. It would be difficult to imagine a more joyful party, and the Provost Guard experienced much difficulty in maintaining order along the str