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397; Gens. Meade and Buford cross the, 394; railroad destroyed by the Rebels rebuilt, 398. Raymond, Miss., McPherson's battle at, 305. Reagan, John H., captured at Irwinsville, 756. Reams's Station, Hancock's fight at, 593. Red river, rescue of gunboats on the, 549; 550; capture and destruction of transports on the, 550; successful Rebel attack below Alexandria on the, 550. Reid, S. C., on the battle of Chickamauga, 424. Rencher, Gov. Abraham, of New Mexico, 21. Reno, Gen. Jesse L., with Burnside, 73; in attack on Newbern, 78; expedition of, to Elizabeth City, 79-80; reenforces Gen. Pope, 178; cooperates with Gen. Sigel, 179; is present at Gainesville, 183; covers the retreat at second Bull Run, 187; killed at South Mountain, 198. Resaca, Ga., abandoned by Johnston, 626. Revere, Col., Mass., killed at Gettysburg, 388. Reynolds, Gen. John F., at Gaines's Mill, 156; taken prisoner, 157; at Gainesville, 183; at second Bull Run, 189; at Fredericksburg, 347; k
on, Grand Senior, Charles W. Patten, Member of State council, Mr. Fenton, Tyler or door-keeper, James Geary, a dangerous member, Richard T. Semmes, nephew to pirate Semmes, Dr. E. W. Edwards, who harbored Colonel Marmaduke, all of whom remain in custody. On the fifteenth instant a young Englishman, from Canada, under British protection-papers, named Mongham, was arrested, who proves to be a messenger between Jacob Thompson, Captain Hines, Brigadier-General Walsh, and the guerrillas of Colonel Jesse, of Kentucky. An examination of many of the persons so arrested, show, beyond all doubt, that the Sons of Liberty is a treasonable, widely-extended, and powerful organization, touching into almost, if not all, the counties of this State; that it is an organization of two branches, one civil, the other military, the members of the civil being on probation for the military branch; that important secrets in relation to military plans, and the location of the depots for arms, were careful
Brig.-Gen. Bradley T. Johnson, Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 2.1, Maryland (ed. Clement Anselm Evans), Appendix A. (search)
ommanding. Wounded—Corp. Benjamin F. Amos, Privates John Keppleman, Michael Noonan. Captured—Private Martin G. Hallon. Company F, Capt. A. J. Gwynne, commanding. Killed —Private Abel Hurley. Wounded—Captain Gwynne; Privates J. H. Claggett, John W. Claggett, Hillary Cretin, Thomas J. Webb. Company G, Second-Lieut. George Brighthaupt, commanding. Wounded—Lieut. George Brighthaupt, mortally; Corp. William Lord; Private Robert Mumford. Captured—Sergt. Hallohan; Privates Michael Eligett, Jesse Waters. Company H, Corp. Patrick Heenan commanding. Wounded—Edward Welch. At battle of Squirrel Level road, Oct. 1, 1864. Capt. John W. Torsch commanding. Company A, Sergt. Charles E. McGuire commanding. Wounded—Private William T. Bailey. Company B, Second Lieut. Charles B. Wise commanding. Wounded— Private Wm. Herbert, mortally. Company C, Corp. C. M. Clayton commanding. Wounded—John W. Blumendeur, Charles Hammond, Frank Wheatley, mortally. Company D, Sergt. Is
. Vesuvius, to-morrow visit Pompeii and Herculaneum. About Saturday, the 22d, start for Palermo, thence to Malta, where we will probably spend the 25th. From there we go to Alexandria and up the Nile. That is about as far as I have definitely planned, but think on our return from the Nile we will go to Joppa, and visit Jerusalem from there; possibly Damascus and other points of interest also, and take the ship again at Beyrout. The next point will be Smyrna, then Constantinople. I am beginning to enjoy traveling, and if the money holds out, or if Consolidated Virginia mining stock does, I will not be back to the Eastern States for two years yet. Should they—the stocks—run down on my hands, and stop dividends, I should be compelled to get home the nearest way. Jesse is entirely well and himself again, and enjoys his travels under these changed conditions very much. I wrote a letter to Porter a good while ago, but have received no answer yet. Very truly yours, U. S. Gra
en do all the talking. At another time his youngest son, Jesse, then a boy of only seven years, came out on the platform w, why don't you speak to them? But Grant remained mute and Jesse at last cried out: I can make a speech, if papa can't. The shouts instantly went up; A speech from Jesse! A speech from Jesse!Then there was a hush, and the child began in his trebleJesse!Then there was a hush, and the child began in his treble voice, but without a shade of the embarrassment his father would have felt, The boy stood on the burning deck. JesseJesse made another speech during the same summer that was even more felicitous. Grant and his family were at the farm near St. Lothe two o'clock dinner, when everybody was out on the lawn, Jesse mounted a haystack and exclaimed: I'll show you how papa ma himself laughed, and we all went up to the haystack. Then Jesse made a bow (which his father would not have done), and begank he relished the imitation at all; it was too close. But Jesse was the baby, and we talked about something else. Years
, we were told, that had been occupied by the Czar as well as by the Duke of Edinburgh, immediately after his marriage. Jesse and I had apartments by ourselves, where Sir John Cowell at once visited me and said with a little embarrassment that Mr. Jesse and I were to dine with the Household and not at Her Majesty's table; but that immediately after dinner we should be taken in and presented to the Queen. The royal Household is always served in a separate room and usually only one or two of ther to be ready for whatever might happen, and before I returned to General Grant's drawing-room the Master of the Household came to me. He had delivered the General's message, and Her Majesty commanded him to say that she would be happy to have Mr. Jesse dine at her table. So the difficulty was obviated by the good sense and good breeding of the Queen. The party that dined with Her Majesty were all assembled before she entered the room. After speaking with each guest separately the Queen t
ain scenery, for I had never been with him in such regions before. But I was wrong. We traveled from Geneva to Chamounix and then by the Tete Noire to the Valley of the Rhone, in one of the ordinary open Swiss carriages, General and Mrs. Grant, Jesse and myself; and from the moment when we first approached Mt. Blanc so as to perceive its majesty, General Grant was as profoundly impressed as any of the party. He betrayed what to me was an entirely new side of his nature. At Chamounix we remal to the luncheon. The villa was charming, the situation perfect; scenery, sky, terraces, flowers—all Italian. The Princess was stately; her manner became her rank; she was not more than forty, if so old; very handsome and especially amiable to Jesse, for Mrs. Grant always awed even Princesses if they paid too much attention to her great husband. We noticed many portraits of the Princess in theatrical costumes, Lucrezia, Semiramide, Norma; and her highness explained that she was fond of fanc
s scenery, and he examined the highway of the Axenstrasse more carefully than the chapel of William Tell. At Cadenabbia he refused to visit the Villa Carlotta to see the marbles of Canova and Thorwaldsen, and at Berne he was vexed with his son, Jesse, and with me, because we insisted on viewing the Cathedral. He said we had seen Cologne and Mayence and Brussels, why should we waste our time on any more architecture. He was indeed a little unreasonable at first, as a traveler. If he could nath of mountain air or the smell of the pine woods. Once, in the Brunig Pass, on the way to Thun, we stopped at a chalet where we dined. It was just beyond the great rock, which travelers will remember, that overhangs the Pass. General Grant, Jesse, and I strolled on after dinner in advance of the vetturino, and the carriage came up to us empty. Mrs. Grant was not within. Her maid was called, and, almost crying, said she had not seen her mistress for nearly a quarter of an hour. We searc
regard for official position not unnatural in one who had held so many important places himself, and who of late years had passed so much of his time with personages of high political consequence. During the campaign I chanced to enter Delmonico's cafe one evening with Jesse Grant and found the candidate for the Vice-Presidency sitting at one of the tables. It was the first time either of us had met him since his nomination, and we went up to congratulate him. I remember that he said to Jesse: I wish you would tell your father that I went to Chicago to work for his nomination. I was a Grant man and a third term man to the last; and whatever occurred there was no compensation to me for my disappointment. He was doubtless sincere at the time; but he felt fully compensated afterward and quite forgot his disappointment, as probably any other human being would have done in his place. Arthur was in complete accord with Grant and Conkling in their dispute with Garfield, and even to
rst portion of his Presidency, indeed during all the period in which General Grant achieved his greatness, his children were only playmates and objects of affection for him. They were too young to understand his efforts and duties and anxieties. Jesse, the only one whom I ever saw much with him in the field, was a child of only seven years, a toy, a delight to his father, and of course was cherished deeply, but that was all; the others were at school; he hardly saw them, and when he did, of coren was now developed into something exceptional and almost unreasoning. He admired the talent of his sons as if it had been extraordinary; he declared Ulysses had a marvelous business capacity; that Colonel Grant was fit to command armies; that Jesse was a mathematical genius. All the world knows how he labored for them after he had been given up for dead; how he revived to struggle on their account. His passion was pathetic. It reached out almost from the grave toward those children for