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in rear of Colonel Walton's battery, to the hill in rear of the Marye house, where I met Lieutenant Doby, of General Kershaw's staff, who ordered me to form the regiment in rear of Colonel Nance's Third South Carolina, which was on the left and upon a line with the Marye house. Immediately after I formed line, with the Fifteenth South Carolina filed in my rear. At this time I lost several of my officers and men wounded by fragments of shell; among them Captains Roper and Hudgens and Lieutenant Lovelace. In about three quarters of an hour, I was called upon by the commanding officer of the Fifteenth North Carolina regiment to reenforce him. I at once moved by the right flank into his position, which was to the right and front of the Marye house, my three left companies being in front of the house. The position was a good one, with the crest of the hill just in our front, at which point it descended rapidly towards the enemy. About seventy yards below, and in front of us, was the T
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1, Chapter 6: White conquerors. (search)
e of helps, and pay in honest money where a native is disposed to steal. In every ranch we see these Indian girls; at every agency we hear of loud complaints. Young men, not of full blood but only mixed, assert that these English and American strangers take their prettiest damsels, leaving them only the old women and the cast-off squaws. You seem to like my girls, laughs one of the English settlers; well, you look at them a good deal. Ha, ha! you think me a monstrous wicked fellow: Lovelace, Lothario, Don Juan all in one! Bless you, it's a fearful bore. Don't pray for a country in which there are no White women, that's my advice! Do you suppose I prefer a dirty squaw who only speaks ten words of English, to a rosy lassie out of Kent? All fiddlesticks. Our proper helps are parted from us by an ocean and a continent. What can a fellow do? This country yields us squaws, just as it gives us fruit and herbs; and till you send me that rosy lassie out of Kent, I must put up w
and there was a great deal of time on our hands. We passed this in various ways. Somebody had managed to save a pack of cards, and those who liked played until so many of the cards were lost that no game could be carried on; others sat and talked the time away, telling all the adventures that never happened to them. One day I found a piece of laurel wood, and made a spoon which I still keep as a memento of that dismal time. I also marked my tin can with my name, and around the rim I cut Lovelace's lines, Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage, and thought as I did so that the poet did not know about these things. In some way or other, three books had escaped the clutches of the two sets of thieves who had robbed us. These were a Bible, which I read completely through; a copy of Miss Braddon's Lady Audley's Secret, which I also read, but without much enjoyment; and The Arabian Nights, a book whose absurdity and childishness were too much for me, even in prison. We
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, IV (search)
t seeing that, however good may be the abstract canons of criticism adopted, the detailed comment is as confused as if a landsman were writing about seamanship. When, for instance, a vivacious Londoner like Mr. Andrew Lang attempts to deal with that profound imaginative creation, Arthur Dimmesdale, in the Scarlet Letter, he fails to comprehend him from an obvious and perhaps natural want of acquaintance with the whole environment of the man. To Mr. Lang he is simply a commonplace clerical Lovelace, a dissenting clergyman caught in a shabby intrigue. But if this clever writer had known the Puritan clergy as we know them, the high priests of a Jewish theocracy, with the whole work of God in a strange land resting on their shoulders, he would have comprehended the awful tragedy in this tortured soul, and would have seen in him the profoundest and most minutely studied of all Hawthorne's characterizations. The imaginary offender for whom that great author carried all winter, as Mrs. Ha
e Park and the adja- 1649. cent region, long remained a common pasture, where, for yet a quarter of a century, tanners could obtain bark, and boys chestnuts; Lovelace, in J. W. Moulton's New Orange, 33. and the soil was so little valued, that Stuyvesant thought it no wrong to his employers Albany Records, IV. 24. to purchas arbitrary conduct. Even the Dutch patents for land were held to require renewal, and Nicolls gathered a harvest of fees from exacting new title-deeds. Under Lovelace, his successor, the same system was Chap XV.} 1667 May. 1669 more fully developed. Even on the southern shore of the Delaware, the Swedes and Finns, the most verity, and laying such taxes as may give them liberty for no thought but how to discharge them. Such was Oct. 18. the remedy proposed in the instructions from Lovelace to his southern subordinate, and carried into effect by an arbitrary tariff. In New York, when the established powers of the towns favored the demand for free
, which, at the surrender, had been established for three years. In the next year, the rev- 1679. enue was a little increased. Meantime the Dutch Calvinists had been inflamed by an attempt to thwart the discipline of the Dutch Reformed church. Yet it should be added, that the taxes were hardly three per cent. on imports, and really insufficient to meet the ex- Chap XVII.} 1678 penses of the colony; while the claim to exercise prerogative in the church was abandoned. As in the days of Lovelace, the province was a terrestrial Canaan. The inhabitants were blessed in their basket and their store. They were free from pride; and a wagon gave as good content as in Europe a coach; their home-made cloth as the finest lawns. The doors of the low-roofed houses, which luxury never entered, stood wide open to charity, and to the stranger. Denton's New York, printed in 1670, describes it under the duke's government, p. 19 and 20. Andros, in Chalmers, 601, &c. The Island of New York may,
he actual look-out at the fence. Here I lay on my face, my time pleasantly occupied with the proceedings at the batteries, the ceaseless explosions of the guns and rattle of musketry from the great fight below being in strange contrast with the quiet scenery of mountains and valleys ! Showing How Yankee Sportsmen Flushed Game and themselves took Wing. I unclasped my sword-belt and yielded myself to the seductions of the scene, and was startled from my almost reverie by the cry of Lovelace, one of our men, posted on the right: "Look out, Lieutenant ! Here they are !" Looking around I saw their skirmishers within about thirty yards, with their pieces at a ready, and advancing, just as sportsmen approach a covey of partioges. I shouted to the Captain, and we dashed into the woods. I then asked him if we should fight them ? He said, "he reckoned we had" I then yelled to the boys, "Come on, Old Do. minions ! Now's your chance ! Now's the chance you've waited for !" This shout o
Death of the grandson of Lord Byron. --The English papers report the death, at Wimbledon Hill, near London, on September 1st, by the breaking of a blood-vessel, of Byron Noel King, Viscount Oakhem, son of the Earl of Lovelace, and grandson of the post, Lord Byron. He was in his 27th year.