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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 83 (search)
wafted on the breeze in words unintelligible to my ear. It reminded me that long ago in the Crimea, on the night before the storming of the Malakoff, the entire British army in the trenches before Sebastopol joined in singing a famous Scottish ballad, one of the sweetest ever known: They sang of love and not of fame; Forgot was Britain's glory, Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang Annie Laurie. Daybreak and sunrise at last. Not the bright, clear sun that rose over Austerlitz and cheered Napoleon to his great victory, but a dull, coppertinted globe, slowly pushing itself up through the murky cloud of cannon-smoke that even the long hours of a winter night had not dispelled, the heavens soon became overcast, as if the elements themselves foreshadowed an impending calamity. Every ear was open to catch the sound of the first dull boom of cannon, and every eye was watching for the first curling wreath of smoke that should usher in the contest of the eighth. The
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 24. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.50 (search)
ight, and an adept in all physical equipment or martial exercises. Long before the event, he wrote an editorial for me in an Augusta paper, predicting the downfall of Louis Napoleon, and reciting analytically the causes of that memorable overthrow. He showed, with mastery and seership, that this monarch was, when advancing to Italian victory, also marching to Sedan, and Parisian revolution, as Mr. Ropes demonstrates, long after the event, that the First Napoleon, when progressing towards Austerlitz, was none the less moving fatally to Waterloo and St. Helena. Colonel Schaffer did not, as some of us thought, get the reward in proportion that he deserved, but I cannot recall that he ever murmured. He was by birth a Pole, and by adoption a Georgian. He taught a school at Athens, Georgia, and died in pedagogic harness, in the golden prime of manhood. Peace be with him and with his spirit, for he was a grand character, and never was there a bolder spirit in a more loyal breast. In
The Daily Dispatch: December 25, 1860., [Electronic resource], Death of a famous Horse. (search)
Death of a famous Horse. --The famous imported stallion Yorkshire died on the farm of his owner, John M. Clay, near Lexington, Ky, on Sunday. He was nearly 27 years old. Yorkshire was the sire of Waterloo, Austerlitz, Magenta, and a host of other fine racers.
The Daily Dispatch: January 6, 1863., [Electronic resource], The Inside history of the battles around Richmond — the instructions of McDowell — his correspondence with McClellan. (search)
army, and as, thus far, the Yankees feel perfectly safe at home, they can send it all here. And they will send it all here, and we shall not be able to obtain peace until we shall have slaughtered at least half of it. It should be recollected that none of our victories, though glorious to those who gained them, have been decisive. We have struck many hard blows; but we have not yet annihilated an army, or rendered it so inefficient that it could molest us no more. There has been no Austerlitz no Jenna, no Waterloo, in any of our campaigns; and though our victories have been of great importance to us, they have failed to dishearten the enemy and to convince him that the undertaking he is engaged in is hopeless. We must do this before we can hope for peace. There is every reason to believe that it will be done. Every battle has been won by us, and we may therefore set it down as established that the Yankees are not a match for us in the field. The day of decisive victory — vi
The Daily Dispatch: January 20, 1863., [Electronic resource], From Fredericksburg (search)
h is a vast plain, where, by the by, it is still a subject of dispute whether the charge of Kellerman or the arrival of Dessix decided the victory. Bourienne (who descried and betrayed Napoleon) and Kellerman himself assort the former. Allison follows them, because he thinks it detracts from the fame of Napoleon, Napoleon himself, Savary, and Thiers, as sort the latter. The battle was fought under the expectation that Dessix would arrive in time to decide it, and be did so. So it was at Austerlitz, where the country was all cleared, and nothing existed to break a charge of cavalry. The far famed "heights of Pretzer" are very moderate hills, the country back of them being a clear plateau, as level as a bowling green. Where the main charge was made, on the right of the allied line, upon the retreating forces of Bagration, the hills terminate in low grounds. On the left of the allied line the Holdback, after soaking its way through the country for some distance, terminates in some p
The Daily Dispatch: June 11, 1864., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
spapers of publishing lying bulletins.--The accusation we believe to have been false, except in so far as he was wont, in common with all other commanders, to exaggerate the strength of his battalions before a battle, in order to deceive the enemy. The result, in every instance, at least argued strongly in favor of his having told the truth. When he published that he had taken 60,000 prisoners at Ulm, he had already destroyed the Austrian army. When he claimed to have captured 30,000 at Austerlitz, his foot was upon the neck of Francis, and Alexander escaped capture only by his permission. When he announced the capture of 40,000 at Jena, he had just crushed the Prussian Monarchy to the earth. When he said that the battle of Wagram had "deprived Austria of 60,000 warriors, " he was in pursuit of her shattered columns, and a few days after concluded a treaty which stripped her of immense territories and 5,000,000 of subjects. If he lied, he lied with strong circumstances to support
The Daily Dispatch: December 2, 1864., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
This day. This is the anniversary of Austerlitz. If Grant should make his grand attack to-day, be may point to the rising sun, as Napoleon did at Borodino, and say, "Behold the sun of Austerlitz." Brilliantly as that luminary rose upon the plains of Moravia on this day fifty-nine years ago, its splendor was scarcely greater than it appears, at the time we are writing, likely to be on this anniversary of the great event that then occurred. The 2d of December is a famous day in French history. On this day, exactly sixty years ago, Napoleon the First was crowned Emperor of the French by the Pope, who had come all the way from Rome to perform that office; a thing that the world, so far as we know, had not witnessed since the coronation of Chestermagne, whose iron crown Napoleon , as he said, in a gutter, and put upon his own head. It is remarkable that after all, the Holy Father did not the crown on his head; for, with the natural impatience of his temper, he became tired of