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als before the city, with ports open and every preparation made for a bombardment. Farragut then opened communication with the Mayor, and demanded the surrender of the town, together with Lovell's forces; but the latter were now far away, and Mayor Monroe commenced a spirited correspondence with the Commodore. He admitted they had no force with which to oppose the enemy; yet as they came uninvited, and as the people disclaimed all relationship with the Northern Government, it was impossible torts St. Philip, Jackson, and the Chalmette batteries remained intact, it was thought that something might be done to save the city, and in this hope the correspondence was protracted. But evil tidings were in store for us! While Farragut and Mayor Monroe were exchanging angry letters of great length, the sad news reached us that Forts St. Philip and Jackson had surrendered to the enemy on account of a mutiny among their garrisons. When Duncan heard it, he used every means in his power to pers
r a month. Now that the Cumberland is high, and the railroads in running order, any amount of supplies may be brought through. Expeditions go out occasionally to different parts of the country, and slight affairs occur, which are magnified into serious engagements; but really nothing of any importance has transpired since we obtained possession of Murfreesboro. A day or two ago we had an account of an expedition into the enemy's country by the One Hundred and Twenty-third Illinois, Colonel Monroe commanding. According to this veracious report, the Colonel had a severe fight, killed a large number of the enemy, and captured three hundred stand of arms; but the truth is, that he did not take time to count the rebel dead, and the arms taken were one hundred old muskets found in a house by the roadside. The expeditions sent out to capture John Morgan have all been failures. His own knowledge of the country is thorough, and besides, he has in his command men from every neighborh
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Jennings Wise: Captain of the Blues (search)
lunteer company in Virginia-took the leadership from the first, as one born to command, and fought and fell at that bloody Roanoke fight, at the head of his company, and cheering on his men. His body was brought back to Richmond, laid in the capitol, and buried, in presence of a great concourse of mourners, in Hollywood Cemetery. That was the end of the brief young life-death in defence of his native land, and a grave in the beloved soil, by the side of the great river, and the ashes of Monroe, brought thither by himself and his associates. Then came a revulsion. His character was better understood; his faults were forgotten; his virtues recognised. Even his old opponents hastened to express their sympathy and admiration. It was remembered that more than once he had refused to return his adversary's fire; that championship of one whom he loved more than life had inflamed his enmity — no merely selfish considerations. His sweetness of temper and kindness were recalled by ma
it on three sides. Rows of magnificent old trees in many places arch quite across the walk-giving, even at midday, a half-twilight-and the sigh of the river breeze in their tops, mingling with the constant roar of the rapids, seems to sing a Te Deum for the dead. The graves are simple and unpretending-only an occasional column of any prominence rearing itself above the humbler surroundings. On a hill-just behind the point where the river curves round the extreme point-rest the ashes of Monroe, enclosed in a large and ornate mausoleum, where they were laid when escorted south by the New York Seventh Regiment. That escort was treated with all the generous hospitality Virginia can so well use; and numerous and deep were the oaths of amity between the citizen-soldiers. Though the Seventh were not notoriously deadly, in the war that followed, only the shortest of memories-or, indeed, the most glowing of patriotism-could have erased the brother-love, then and there bumpered down!
orts that contained it; the fleet, cut off as it was from all re-enforcement and supply, could, at worst, only shell the city and retire-again running the gauntlets of the two forts; and then the only loss to the city — for the flotilla in its incomplete state could not have been made effective as a defense-would have been the cotton and the trifling damage done by the shells. So the people hoped on. A long correspondence, coupled with reiterated threats of bombardment, ensued between Mayor Monroe and Admiral Farragut, relative to the State flag that still floated over the Custom House. Still the city was not in Federal power and there might yet be a chance. But on the 28th, the news of the fall of the forts in consequence of the surrender of their garrisons-took the last support from the most hopeful. The city yielded utterly; the marines of the Hartford landed, took formal possession, raised the stars and stripes over the City Hall; and the emblem of Louisiana's sovereignty
which she was invited was given at my father's house. When she entered the room my mother was standing about the centre of it, receiving her guests, and seeing that Mrs. Upshur was young and a perfect stranger, she took her by the hand and seated her by Mrs. Madison, at the same time introducing her to that celebrated woman. She said it was one of the most pleasant evenings of her life, and she looked back upon it. with peculiar satisfaction, for she was then introduced to Mr. Madison, Mr. Monroe, Mr. Benjamin Watkins Leigh, and many others of the celebrated men of the day, who were attending the Convention. Could we then have looked through the vista of time, and have seen ourselves in this same city, the one looking for a cheap room in somebody's third story, the other looking for cheap bread, would we have believed it? The anecdote saddened us both for a time, but we soon recovered, and went on our way in cheerful, hopeful conversation. But we did not find the room. April
erized his whole career, Mr. Davis was always too gentle and refined to have any taste for vice and immorality in any form. He never was perceptibly under the influence of liquor, and never gambled. This statement concerning him, though based primarily on my personal knowledge of Mr. Davis, is not unsupported by the testimony of others who were equally intimate with him. In November, 1823, Jefferson Davis was appointed to a cadetship at West Point Military Academy, New York, by President Monroe, and we drifted apart. Judge Peters, of Mount Sterling, Ky., was another classmate of Mr. Davis at Transylvania. When I was with him, wrote the Judge, as soon as he heard of Mr. Davis's death, he was a good student, always prepared with his lessons, very respectful and polite to the President and professors. I never heard him reprimanded for neglecting his studies, or for misconduct of any sort, during his stay at the University. He was amiable, prudent, and kind to all with
e misrepresentations having in late years been made of Mr. Davis's Western service, he wrote the following letter to his friend General G. W. Jones: Beauvoir, September 2, 1882. My Dear Friend: I have received your very gratifying letter of the 27th instant, and also numbers four and twelve of the early history of Dubuque. I have read the letter of —, contained in number four, with equal surprise and regret. I did not expect him to know that as far back as the administration of Mr. Monroe the question had been definitely settled that the action of a secretary was that of the President, and to comprehend the peculiar features of the Indian treaty of 1804. . . . It is not true that those who claimed to own the mines as successors of Dubuque were a party to the removal of trespassers; the reverse is the fact, as I well remember, because of a threat which was made that John Smith T. John Smith T. was a noted duellist, had killed nine men outright. His unexpected presence at
and his direct communications with the Louisiana rebels, encouraged them to the most bitter opposition to the loyal element in that state, and caused the New Orleans riot of August, 1866, when they wantonly attacked the members of the State Convention, which had previously framed a constitution, and reassembled according to the terms of its adjournment. Whether the assembly was by proper authority or not, there was no justification for the bloody opposition manifested by the rebels, with Mayor Monroe and some of the state officials at their head. But the support and encouragement which they received from the President led them to commit the outrages and murders by which loyal men, white and black, were assailed, hunted down, and killed. General Sheridan, who commanded the department, and who was absent at the time in Texas, was not disposed to tolerate the rule of that rebellious spirit which he had fought for four years to conquer. He investigated the affair, and reported the atro
ckwater, during which several minor affairs or skirmishes occurred, with considerable loss in wounded and killed. Over 400 of the men reenlisted in the fall of 1863, which, with the recruits, preserved the organization of the regiment after its term had expired. In 1864, it fought in Kautz's Cavalry Division (afterwards Mackenzie's), and at Ream's Station lost over one hundred in killed and wounded, including three officers killed. At Five Forks another sharp contest occurred, in which Major Monroe and two officers were killed, together with several of their men. Fifth Pennsylvania Reserves (34th Pennsylvania Infantry). Fisher's Brigade — Crawford's Division--Fifth Corps. (1) Col. Seneca G. Simmons, W. P. R. A. (Killed). (2) Col. Joseph W. Fisher; Bvt. Brig. Gen. companies. killed and died of wounds. died of disease, accidents, in Prison, &c. Total Enrollment. Officers. Men. Total. Officers. Men. Total. Field and Staff 4   4       19 Company A 2 13 15
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