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Parthenia Antoinette Hague, A blockaded family: Life in southern Alabama during the war 2 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
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Parthenia Antoinette Hague, A blockaded family: Life in southern Alabama during the war, Chapter 12: (search)
th was overrun by Federal soldiers; and I smile even now, when I recall one morning at breakfast, when Aunt Phillis came in from the kitchen to the diningroom, with a waiter of hot biscuits just from the oven,--for no one thought of finishing breakfast without a relay of hot biscuits toward the middle or end of the meal,--and said, as she handed the biscuits round, Jerry and Miner done gone back to Columbus! I marveled much at Mr. G--‘s philosophical remark, as he paused with cup suspended, Humph; that's the dearest nigger hire I ever paid! Six thousand five hundred dollars apiece for six months, sipping his coffee and placing the cup back in the saucer. I looked at him closely. There was not even the tinge of bitterness in his remark, and I thought, Here is philosophy that would shame the Stoics. It had not been a twelvemonth back that, when it became necessary for him to leave the plantation for a day only, he had given orders that Jim be well cared for; for if Jim died, he
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Anecdote of General Grant. (search)
ing. And they went on their way rejoicing. In the mean time General Grant, who had halted his army a few miles further back for a brief resting spell, came in sight of, and was rather favorably impressed with, the appearance of this same house. Riding up to the fence in front of the door, he desired to know if they would cook him a meal. No, said a female, in a gruff voice; General Grant and his staff have just been here. and eaten every thing in the house except one pumpkin pie. Humph, murmured Grant; what is your name? Selvidge, replied the woman. Casting a half-dollar in at the door, he asked if she would keep that pie till he sent an officer for it, to which she replied that she would. That evening, after the camping-ground had been selected, the various regiments were notified that there would be a grand parade at half-past 6, for orders. Officers would see that their men all turned out, etc. In five minutes the camp was in a perfect uproar, and filled wi
Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, part 2.13, chapter 2.26 (search)
hair, ampler, nobler, and sat down heavily; we all subsided, putting on our hats. Up rose the Speaker, and informed us that he had presented our petition to the Throne, and had been graciously received, and all the Commons' privileges had been confirmed. He took the opportunity, he said, while on his feet, of thanking us once more for the honour we had done him. He had not gone far with his speech before he said I graciously, and then corrected himself, one or two members near me grunting, Humph. What will not nervousness make unhappy fellows say! He meant to say, I sincerely! We were now to prepare to take the Oath. He took it first, Sir Reginald Palgrave delivering it to him. He signed his name on the roll, after which the book was brought to the table, on which were five New Testaments, and five cards on which were these words:-- I---- do solemnly swear to bear faithful and true allegiance to Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, her heirs and successors according to law. So hel
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley, Chapter 16: the Tribune and Fourierism. (search)
and profitable labor, and to every child nourishment and culture. These things, it is undeniable, the present Social System does not secure; and hence the necessity of a new and better organization. So no more of your Passional Attraction. H. J. Raymond. April 16th. I tell you the scheme of Fourier is essentially and fundamentally irreligious! by which I mean that it does not follow my Catechism, and apparently ignores the Thirty-Nine Articles. Shocking. Horace Greeley, April 28th. Humph! H. J. Raymond. May 20th. The Tribune is doing a great deal of harm. The editor does not know it—but it is. Thus ended Fourierism. Thenceforth, the Tribune alluded to the subject occasionally, but only in reply to those who sought to make political or personal capital by reviving it. By its discussion of the subject it rendered a great service to the country: first, by affording one more proof that, for the ills that flesh is heir to, there is, there can be, no panacea; secondly, by
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 5. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Tales and Sketches (search)
t to flight the azure demons of his unfortunate temperament. There is somehow a close affinity between moral purity and clean linen; and the sprites of our daily temptation, who seem to find easy access to us through a broken hat or a rent in the elbow, are manifestly baffled by the complete mail of a clean and decent dress. I recollect on one occasion hearing my mother tell our family physician that a woman in the neighborhood, not remarkable for her tidiness, had become a church-member. Humph! said the doctor, in his quick, sarcastic way, What of that? Don't you know that no unclean thing can enter the kingdom of heaven? If you would see Lowell aright, as Walter Scott says of Melrose Abbey, one must be here of a pleasant First day at the close of what is called the afternoon service. The streets are then blossoming like a peripatetic flower-garden; as if the tulips and lilies and roses of my friend W.'s nursery, in the vale of Nonantum, should take it into their heads to pr
The Daily Dispatch: December 27, 1860., [Electronic resource], Secession Movement at the South. (search)
t Christmas at all. If the law be plainly unconstitutional, the judges do not say it is a bad law — that would be to admit that there was room for error in a science which has been described as the perfection of reason. They took the bull boldly by the horns. They tell us there is no law. The negroes on a plantation we once know, distinguished themselves by all getting drunk on the last day of harvest of a certain year. The next year the proprietor told them they should have no whiskey.--"Humph!" grunted the head man, "I don't call dat no harvis', I don't." So is Christmas nothing if it is not merry, as Iago was nothing if not critical. We suppose, then, the 25th day of December, in the year of Grace One Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty, was, to us at least, not Christmas, for, most assuredly, to us it was not merry. We speak not of the rumors of war which were rife to the point of tainting the very air we breathe. We speak not of Massachusetts or South Carolina, of the Presi