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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 27. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The monument to Mosby's men. (search)
ately under the command of General Grant. He knew us only by report. No doubt, in imagination, he confounded us with the Western bands of outlaws, whose inhuman deeds the Confederate government disowned; and that he shared the general belief of the North that I was a leader of banditti—a chief of brigands—a Fra Diavolo on yonder rock reclining. Any absurd story will finally gain credence if often repeated. Victor Hugo said that if it were published a number of times that he had robbed Notre Dame of one of its towers, he would have to leave Paris. A majority would accept it as true—a few might question his ability to walk off with a church tower. Grant's dispatch bears internal evidence, and read between the lines shows the delusion he was under in regard to my men. He says—the families of Mosby's men are known and can be collected—which implies that their homes were all in Sheridan's lines, when in fact they were scattered all over the South, and some States in the North. Sh
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 37. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Stuart's cavalry in the Gettysburg campaign. (search)
p watch in the three tops. This was news to us. Up in the tops we could sit down, even lie down if we thought fit, and nobody could see if we read a novel in our high perch. I was the unfortunate one that got this delightful condition broken up. A soft bright warm day I was in the maintop. To get rid of the gabbling of the men who were on the weather side of the top I took the lee side, and making a sort of an awning of the royal studding sails stretched myself out with the Hunchback of Notre Dame in my hand. The quiet and the opportunity were too much for me and I fell into a snooze. Unfortunately the officer of the deck hailed the top. Now it was my province to answer the hail. The men in the top would have given me a shake had they known the condition of things, but they fancied I had gone below for a minute or so, and one of them answered the hail. Then came where is the officer of the top? It took some little time to find me in my canvass cover, and as I had heard nothing
Taking the veil. --Fifty-five young ladies took the white veil on the 1st ult., at the Convent of the Sisters of Notre Dame, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and eighteen the black veil on the 8th, in the same establishment.
e city was mourning in "sackcloth and ashes." In London, the bridges are crowded, and hundreds of wearied, sad-eyed men and women gaze mournfully into the depths of the Thames and upon the eddying rings which form under. the massive arches, then float away beneath the shadow of St. Paul's. In Paris, the ordinarily vivacious, light-hearted people are most miserable. All day long they sigh and smoke, and smoke and sigh, walking perhaps by the Hotel Dieu, close under the ponderous towers of Notre Dame, down to the Seme, where the same band of wearied, sad-eyed men and women cluster around the gloomy precincts of La Mogue. Go where you will, the influence of a damp and misty day upon the great public is an interesting study to a man of a philosophical turn of mind, provided, however, he have supshine enough in his heart to dispel the sombre clouds that hang about his own spirits. As the day wore on the weather grew cold and the mist turned to icy sleet. We were something over two m
journals, giving a few items at European News and gossip.--From Paris we have little beyond what was published in yesterday's issue. The Feast of the Ascension. Yesterday was the Feast of the Ascension, and all Paris presented a religious aspect of the most imposing character. From an early hour the churches were througed and throughout the day all the splendors of the Reman ritual were exhibited to increase the devotion of the faithful. The Madeleine, St. Roch, St. Eustace, and Notre Dame, vied with each other in the magnificence of their altar worship and their choral harmony. Indeed, throughout the whole month of May, the Catholic churches have echoed with divine song in honor of the Virgin. Sermons laudatory of her character have been preached every evening, concluded by anthems and chord hymns, in which the highest triumphs of melody and harmony were displayed. The churches were always crowded to excess, and no one who witnessed the external reverence displayed, coul
od of demoralized Rome; the iron hand of the great Frank settled the nations and founded existent Europe; the Crusades introduced into Europe humaner arts, destroyed the tyranny of feudalism, and checked the progress of the Mohammedan sword and Koran. "You call the Godfreys, and Tancreds, and Richards, mad men, but the frenzy of nations is the statesmanship of fate. How know you that but for the terror inspired by the hosts who marched to Jerusalem, the Crescent had not waved over the forum of Rome, and on the site of Notre Dame? The crusader fought for the tomb of Christ, but he saved the life of Christendom." War, then, has within it seeds of good, seeds which must be fertilized by blood to bring forth a harvest of blessings. And if ever there was a war which demanded at once the energies of the patriot and the benediction of the Christian, it is a war in defence of homes and altars, of civil liberty, of social virtue, of life itself, and of all that makes life worth having.
rom 1846 to 1852 Mr. Fry was in Europe, corresponding with the New York Tribune and Philadelphia Ledger. On his return, he delivered a series of lectures on the history of music, introducing as illustrations two symphonies of his own composition, which were afterwards played with great success by Jullien's Orchestra in various parts of the country. Mr. Fry has also written an elaborate Stabat Maler, several string quartets, and other musical works. The latest and finest is the opera of "Notre Dame of Paris," produced with great spender in the Philadelphia Academy of Music last May. As a writer for the New York Tribune, of which he was one of the proprietors, as a public lecturer and a political orator, Mr. Fry has been very widely known. His mind was most original, and his style was at times eccentric. But everything he wrote showed genius, and under certain circumstances, he would have made his mark as one of the great men of the nation. But his pursuits and his ambition were n