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Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley 2 0 Browse Search
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight) 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life 2 0 Browse Search
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 3 2 0 Browse Search
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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 3. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Anti-Slavery Poems (search)
back, These dogs of thine might snuff on Slavery's track? Where's now the boast, which even thy guarded tongue, Cold, calm, and proud, in the teeth oa the Senate flung, O'er the fulfilment of thy baleful plan, Like Satan's triumph at the fall of man? How stood'st thou then, thy feet on Freedom planting, And pointing to the lurid heaven afar, Whence all could see, through the south windows slanting, Crimson as blood, the beams of that Lone Star! The Fates are just; they give us but our own; Nemesis ripens what our hands have sown. There is an Eastern story, not unknown, Doubtless, to thee, of one whose magic skill Called demons up his water-jars to fill; Deftly and silently, they did his will, But, when the task was done, kept pouring still. In vain with spell and charm the wizard wrought, Faster and faster were the buckets brought, Higher and higher rose the flood around, Till the fiends clapped their hands above their master drowned! So, Carolinian, it may prove with thee, For God s
The Daily Dispatch: may 29, 1861., [Electronic resource], The New York Ledger (search)
separate columns, he has made a consummate blunder, and exposes each of these to be cut off in detail. And this will be done by partisan warfare. Scott has always been a military blunderer, but a fortunate one. But his fortune has fain in this: Hitherto he has never fought against his mother. She has been to him the nourishing bosom, the clasp of which has been as the invigorating touch of mother earth to Anteus. Now that he proposes to stab her to the heart, she will become his fate. Nemesis has him in her clutches, and the laurels of fifty years, whether ill or well deserved — whether the fruit of luck or merit — are destined to wither in his very first campaign against his own people? What pity! How shocking, that an old man of 70 should not be temperate — should not see that he, at least, ought not to foul his fingers or his fame in this Abolition crusade against his native land! And in such a cause! The tool of Abolition against Virginia! The tool of such an ape as Lin<
The Daily Dispatch: November 19, 1860., [Electronic resource], The Chinese rebels and the Chinese trade (search)
About words. A lady correspondent asks us how to call Nemesis. It is pronounced exactly like "Genesis." It is a Greek name, and the last "e" in the Greek spelling is short. Therefore, the e is short in the English spelling. The pronunciation may be indicated thus: Nem-esis, the last e being short. The same correspondent asks us how to call "Anathema." Two words of very different signification are spelt thus in English. One of them signifies a curse, and is spelt in Greek with a short e. The e is, therefore, pronounced short in English, as in Anacreon. Its pronunciation may be signified by dividing it thus. Anath-ema, the e being short. The other "Anath-ema,"is spelt with the long Greek e and is, therefore, called "Anathema," the e being long as in Polyphemus.--It signifies a votive offering.
The Daily Dispatch: January 29, 1862., [Electronic resource], The London times and Yankee privateers. (search)
pt Government with a vast and increasing debt on the other, will be too plain to leave room for a moments hesitation in the popular mind. The treacheries of Hicks and Crittenden, and the sophistries of the Louisville Journal and Baltimore American, will be unavailing to mislead or obfuscate again the judgment of a well-meaning people. They will rush from the Lincoln ship like rate from a sinking hulk; and prefer any political fate to that of a people overwhelmed by taxation. It matters not how long the Unionists of these border States may delay this movement and choice. They may not have as yet realized the full truth of their condition; but that eccentric and unrelenting divinity, Nemesis, has already decreed, that the very armies which the North have prepared at great cost to enforce the loyalty of those border States, shall be the means, through the frightful debt they have created against the Federal Government, of driving those sovereignties from the Federal allegiance.
The Daily Dispatch: October 4, 1862., [Electronic resource], Yankee Literian news. (search)
Yankee Literian news. --The New York World has the following notice of a new book about to be published: Sheldon &Co. will publish, in a few days, a new novel, by Marton Harland, author of "Alone," "Hidden Path," "Nemesis," &c., called "Miriam." The large sale of her previous works has rendered Marion Harland the most popular female writer in this country. "Alone" and "Hidden Path" each had a sale of about 40,000 copies. The scene of this new story is laid in the dark and bloody ground of Kentucky, and the work is dedicated to George D. Prentice, editor of the Louisville Journal. Marion Harland, although born and brought up in Richmond, Va., married and is now living in loyalty in Newark, N. J.
The Daily Dispatch: June 18, 1863., [Electronic resource], The Carnival of Jackasses. (search)
is somewhat marred by the reflection that the objects of our animadversions will never take what we say to themselves; for their hides are so thick with self-conceit and arrogance that no spear of mortal fashioning could ever penetrate them, or if it could, would hurt a carcase which was never conscious of sensibility.--Like the swine, they have no blood in any surface part of their systems, and we should as soon think of putting a hog to death with the prick of a steel pen, as disturbing their composure with letting them know what the public think of them. But an avenging Nemesis is on the heels of these pseudo sons of Mars, "soldiers in peace and citizens in war," who dare to treat with contumely and contempt the suffering and wounded heroes of our country. The lions of this war will live in history, and so will the jackasses clothed in the lion's skin, and penned up in a hollow square, where honest men will laugh and jeer at the absurd and sorry spectacle till the end of time.
The Daily Dispatch: July 10, 1863., [Electronic resource], The Brutality of the enemy while in Stafford — murder of a man and his mother. (search)
r's night, see fire to the house and burnt it to the ground. The above record is a solemn truth, and any citizen in Stafford can bear witness to it. The foul deed was perpetrated by me from Sigel's Grand Reserve Division of the Army of the Potomac, and under the superintendence of an officer. Not content with destroying the things of time, these soldiers of "the best Government in the world" make a mockery of the solemn ones of eternity. At a little country church, near Chappawamsic creek, some Pennsylvania soldiers entered, and having found a dead hag in a state of decomposition placed it in the pulpit, and putting its paws upon the sacred desk bade it preach to the Secessionists. It there no Nemesis, no avenging God, for such as these? Cannot our brave Confederate leaders, nerved by a hatred of such detestable crimes, grant protection to citizens, who, devoted to the Southern cause, are so unfortunately situated as to be in the lines of the insolent adversary? Stafford.
The Daily Dispatch: May 21, 1864., [Electronic resource], The War News — Grant Quiet — Another Reverse for Butler on the Southside — the battles in Louisiana, &c. (search)
arted from his fanaticism by the cry of the millions who now mourn silently, but who will one day swell the inevitable chorus of broken hearts, appealing to God for vengeance upon those that wrought their sorrow. Think not, you fanatic, you who have filled your houses with pieces stained with the blood of your countrymen, you who have driven your brethren like bullocks to the slaughter pens, that you might build your fortunes and feed your ambition upon their carcasses, think not that Nemesis will forget the day of reckoning. It is you, meddlers with the social system of your fellow men; it is you demagogues, who have nursed convulsion that you might grasp power out of chaos; it is you heartless mercenaries, who are now learning and upon the wealth realized by your country's agony! it is you, that the people will call to account in the hour of retribution. A correspondent of the News, writing from Washington, says: No reliable account of the battle of Spotsylvania
The Daily Dispatch: June 4, 1864., [Electronic resource], Further from Georgia. (search)
were in a few feet of our line, over the half of them having retained their guns, fired on our men — Such treachery astounded our veterans for a moment, but in another instant they fired on the dastard foe, and poured volley after volley into their broken and fleering ranks. The slaughter was awful. That it was must justifiable, in our opinion, will be seen in the assertion. We regret that a single one of the dastard foe escaped the retribution their treachery deserved. An avenging Nemesis hovers over the accursed enemy's track. We hope the red beaked of destruction will soon overtake them, and end our suspense by shrieking its cries over the hosts of their dead, and screaming in the track of their retreating and broken columns. We have just learned from a responsible source that about half past 8 o'clock last (Sunday) night, the enemy assaulted our lines along their whole front, but especially functions on our left and left centre, about New Hope Church. The assa
The Daily Dispatch: June 18, 1864., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
Dixhuit Juin. This is the 18th of June--"a day," says Macaulay, "which, if the Greek superstition retained its influence, would be held sacred to Nemesis — a day on which the two greatest princes and soldiers of modern times were taught, by a terrible experience, that neither skill nor valor can fix the inconstancy of fortune." The princes alluded to were Frederic and Napoleon — the battles by which they were taught so much were Colin and Waterloo. It is of the latter that we desire to say a few words, deeming the occasion not inappropriate, since there is nothing around us but war and rumors of wars, and the people will read of and listen to nothing else. The incidents of this battle, and the claims of those who were concerned in it, are as hotly contested now as they were during the first year that succeeded its occurrence.--The French say that they would have won it but for the folly or treachery of Grouchy; the Prussians say it would have been lost but for their opport
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