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The Daily Dispatch: October 16, 1862., [Electronic resource], Northern news. (search)
d. Second Lieut W A Threadgill, Co C, 14th North Carolina. Lieut H H West, Co H, 20th North Carolina--shoulder. First Lieut J Y Whitted, Co G, 27th North Carolina. Lieut James H McBride, Co--,--Louisiana--head, shell, died. Second Lieut M V B Swan, Co B, 2d Louisianan — shoulder and breast. Col J M Williams, 2d Louisiana--lung. Lieut R H Slaughter, Co F, 8th Louisiana. Second Lieut Wm E Cooke, Co A, 8th Louisiana, thigh and leg — tetanus. Capt N St Martin, Co K, 8th Louisiana--both thighs. Lieut Arnge Bozier, Co--,9th Louisiana. Captain C B Marmillion, Co G, 10th Louisiana--thigh. First Lieut Chas Knowlton, Co B, 10th Louisiana. Lieut S Herrera, Co G, 10th Louisiana. Capt M D Robinson. Co--13th Alabama. Capt W P Harper, Co H, 7th Louisiana--abdomen. First Lieut A E Knox, Co H, 7th Louisiana--fracture lower jaw. Lieut — Chandier, Co--48th Virginia--died. G W Chadbourne, 9th Louisiana--neck, died.<
The Daily Dispatch: May 11, 1864., [Electronic resource], A Yankee description of Garibaldi in London. (search)
about 3 o'clock from Nine Elms, not quite three miles from Charring Cross, it was half-past 7 when the General passed this place. And when he did, the scene beggars description. The people climbed up one upon the other to catch a glimpse of him, and as he passed through it was as if a great living sea piled up its waves in walls on each side of his chariot. Meanwhile there rose the joyful shouts of leaping hearts — uttered in every language of the earth — that, as they floated up to old St Martin's steeple, seemed to move the tongues of its chimes which now broke forth with carols and peals happy enough to have inspired Mr. Dickens to write a second story about them, or to call back another Whittington to work from his shop to be Lord Mayor of London, or, better, to be a devoted champion of Justice and Liberty. Let me now say a few words about Garibaldi personally. Though he was born at Nice there is no doubt that the largest vein of blood in him is Teutonic. It must be home
The Daily Dispatch: May 12, 1864., [Electronic resource], article 8 (search)
about 3 o'clock from Nine Elms, not quite three miles from Charring Cross, it was half-past 7 when the General passed this place. And when he did, the scene beggars description. The people climbed up one upon the other to catch a glimpse of him, and as he passed through it was as if a great living see piled up its waves in walls on each side of his chariot. Meanwhile there rose the joyful shouts of leaping hearts — uttered in every language of the earth — that, as they floated up to old St Martin's steeple, seemed to move the tongues of its chimes which now broke forth with carols and peals happy enough to have inspired Mr. Dickens to write a second story about them, or to call back another Whittington to work from his shop to be Lord Mayor of London, or, better, to be a devoted champion of Justice and Liberty. Let me now say a few words about Garibaldi personally. Though he was born at Nice, there is no doubt that the largest vein of blood in him is Teutonic. It must be bor