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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 220 (search)
h a hundred armed men in the east room to protect him from the Southern army. He is expecting them to attack the city every night; he keeps a sentinel walking in front of his bed-room all night, and often gets so frightened that he leaves the White House, and sleeps out, no one knows where. These are facts. Mrs. Lincoln, a few nights since, heard whispering in the hall in front of her room; she rose from bed, dressed, and sat up the remainder of the night watching for the Southern army to blow up the White House, as they are confidently expecting it. Senator Gwin's son, a fine-looking, intelligent young man, about twenty years old, has thrown up a cadetship at West Point, and gone to Montgomery to seek an appointment in the Confederate Army. The Senator himself has gone to California, and his family have broken up housekeeping, and will spend the summer on his plantation in Isaquena County, Mississippi, and thus Mrs. Gwin and her daughter may grace New Orleans with her presenc
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 280 (search)
Old Abe has his intermediate legs in perfect readiness to run. He has not passed a night in the White House for two weeks, but goes into the barracks to sleep with his armed hirelings all around him. He does not so much as take off his boots, that he may be ready to run at a second's warning.--Petersburg (Va.) Express, May 4.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 291 (search)
91. King Cotton. [after Beranger.] by R. H. Stoddard. See this new king who comes apace, And treats us like a conquered race; He comes from Dixey's Land by rail, His throne a ragged cotton-bale. On to the White House straight He's marching — rather late, Clanking along the land, The shackles in his hand. Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb: What makes this country great and free? 'Tis me, I tell you — only me! Beware, then, of my might, Nor dare dispute my right, Or else you'll find, some day There'll be the devil to pay! Hats off! hats off! Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Hats off to great King Cotton! Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? What are they to my pedigree? Why, Adam was an F. F. V.! My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Above a bloodhound, gules!) Declare my house and birth-- The king of kings on earth! Hats off! hats of
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 322 (search)
The first inquiry made by the Fire Zouaves on landing at Washington, was, with grave-faced earnestness, Can you tell us where Jeff. Davis is? we're lookina for him. Yes, said another, we're bound to hang his scalp in the White House before we go back. Another one, whose massive under-jaw and breadth of neck indicated him some in a plug muss, remarked that they had expected to have arrived by the way of Baltimore. We would have come through Baltimore like a dose of salts, he added, with an air of disappointment. One of them beckoned a citizen, confidentially, to his side, and inquired, Is there any secession flags about here? He was assured that secession bunting was an article that did not prevail there. He nodded, and added, I only wanted to know. On coming down the Avenue, the Franklin Fire Company reel passed them at a sharp run, on its way to a fire; and the familiar apparatus was saluted with such a yell of recognition along the entire line, as must have fairly asto
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), A Fragment--Cabinet council. (search)
A Fragment--Cabinet council. Lincoln--[solus; asleep in a rocking-chair--after a pause, springs up suddenly.] Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak! Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft — I did but dream. [Loud knocking heard at the door.] Who knocks thus loudly? Seward--[without.] 'Tis I, my Lord! the White House cock; Thrice have I crowed since the day hath broke. [Enter Seward, Chase, Bates, Blair, Cameron, and Welles.] Cameron — How doth my good Lord? Lincoln — Indifferently well, methinks, good Coz, That confection of homminy and hog, which, as my wont, Late on yester eve I ate, did most wofully affect me. Have I no leech among my councillors chosen, Who can minister to a body diseased? Alas, my friends! Bred to the chicane of the law, what know ye of the leap And bounds of rebellious blood by fitful fever stirred? Bates — My Liege, as I glanced o'er the morning prints, In which our glories are duly and at length set forth, Methought much praise was given to
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 350 (search)
e Cabinet, they wriggle in their chairs; Seward mutters “curses deep, not loud” --Welles tries to say his prayers; Old Uncle Abe, their royal liege, grows pallid at the news; Uneasy twitch the nimble feet within his nimble shoes; All downward through his spindle-shanks a nervous tremor flows, And fast the courage oozes from the hero's valiant toes; His hair begins to stand on end, his eyes are full of dread; Already in the streets he hears the Southern. cohorts tread; Already through the White House gates he sees the legions pour; Already dreams their battle-axe is thundering at his door; Already feels fierce cow-hide boots assail him in the rear, And finds, alas, the seat of war uncomfortably near! “Now if,” he cries, “my councillors, ye are inclined to flee, (For 'tis not every one who'd like to face the Chivalry,) And if the prospect of a fray should fill you with alarm, If ye demand a Captain who will lead you out of harm, Pack up your spoils, and while the Gin'ral keeps the
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), The Whereabouts of Gen. Beauregard: by Telegraph to vanity Fair--after manner of Daily papers. (search)
erday, reconnoitring. Baltimore, April 26.--Gen. Beauregard was in Norfolk at 25 minutes past 6 yesterday, and took a gin cocktail with several of the first families. Havre de grace, April 26.--I learn from a gentleman just from Mobile, that Gen. Beauregard is on his way North, with 150,000 troops. Gen. Beauregard is six feet high, but will not join Blower's Household Guards. Declines advertising the Household Journal. Annapolis, April 26.--Gen. Beauregard was discovered in the White House rear-yard last night at 26 minutes past 6, armed with three large howitzers and a portable sledstake. He went away after reconnoitring pretty numerously. Philadelphia, April 26.--I learn on excellent authority that Gen. Beauregard was in Charleston at 22 minutes past 6 yesterday, and had no intention of leaving. He was repairing Fort Sumter. The people of Bangor, Maine, and of Cape Cod, Mass., report that Gen. Beauregard has lately been seen prowling around those places. I lear