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The Daily Dispatch: July 6, 1861., [Electronic resource], Artillery experiments upon an iceberg (search)
ed at the storming of Sumter.--Some favored personage, like the fly who was in at the death of Cock Robin, had seen him die. Another had caught the glitter of his eye a la "Ancient Mariner," at Pickens.--"Another much wiser than both these together," knew him to be in Memphis. He was and was not. He was here, he was in the other world; he was in Washington, "taking observations;" he was in Richmond, at York, and where not? Well, I guess he'll turn up somewhere else before long, and satisfy Yankee du tell and Yankee doodle dom that he is alive, and kicking their carcasses through Washington, the same bodies being kicked through Baltimore into sundry shocking bad cocked hats, perhaps the cocked hat of Field Marshall Tureen. It is rumored that the hoary headed traitor, Winfield Scott, is unable to feed himself on account of his gout. He will certainly have to sup sorrow from the cup which his own hands has prepared with a stronger gout than that with which he has drunk down the in
The Daily Dispatch: August 3, 1861., [Electronic resource], War Incidents. (search)
h here (Shepherdstown) on Monday--It was the 7th Pennsylvania Regiment, commanded by Col. Edwin. Then time was out, and they were on their way home. Some of them declared that they would never come here again — and one of the officers told our citizens that we would not re he had business at home and he intended to stay there and attend to it. Some of them declared that nothing could induce them to coming into the South. A number of ladies of the town, having no fears of a chicken hearted Yankee, and prompted by curiosity, (strange, is not, that our sex should have any curiously ?) went out to see and hear what we could as they entered the town. I was of the number. We pursued them until the last Yankee devil had disappeared over the hill on their way to the ford across the Potomac below town, near the mill. We perseveringly questioned them, and talked them clear out of town.--One soldier told me that he would e hire no more; he had seen enough of Virginia.--Two more regiments, h
The Daily Dispatch: September 7, 1861., [Electronic resource], The sick in Charlottesville — the Supplies. (search)
days of yore, nerved the arms of our ancestors, and bade them strike for "God and their native land," still exist in the bosoms of their posterity, and that Heaven never intended these mountain fastnesses to be the dwelling places of victims of tyranny. The hardy sons of Pocahontas manifest a willingness and determination to drive the foe from Virginia's own sacred soil that can never prove abortive.--Their unerring rifles have sent many of the thieves to their long homes; and at present, Mr. Yankee, deeming discretion the batter part of valor, is careful to keep within his own lines. The nights are growing cool, and our blankets are consequently very comfortable. I could give you a correct statement of the number of troops here, and the quantity of Jeff. Davis' thunder, were it prudent to do so; but at present it is our policy to its low and keep dark until the day of conflict comes, when, by the help of a just God, Gen. Jackson, and our own strong arms, we expect to give y
The Daily Dispatch: October 7, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 2 (search)
ght be expected) trippingly conveyed from tent to tent by the double-geared tongue of faithless rumor. No news, or camp excitement is rife upon the electric wires of information; but a deep, dull stillness reigns unbroken, except by an occasional courier from our advance pickets reporting a shot or two exchanged without up-to-date, the loss of a single man on our side. On the 10th ultimo, however, the usual camp monotony was dispelled by bright an tions of an immediate engagement. "A y of Yankee, probably one hundred, and supposed by our pickets to be the advance guard of a larger column, had the audacity gave up within our lines, as though they had come to stay." They were met by a shower of from our first stand of pickets who after firing fell back to the second stand. About this time our Col. Rust came galloping up, inquiring--"What the hell is the matter here?" and, following quickly the heels of our retreating foe with only them no more. Whether fright to might, or not, t
The Daily Dispatch: October 23, 1861., [Electronic resource], From Portsmouth. (search)
From Portsmouth. flag Presentation--Withdrawal of a candidate for Congress — Capture of active Yankee &c.&c. [Correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.] Portsmouth, Oct. 21, 1861. On last Saturday the "Virginia Defenders," a volunteer company belonging to this place, received a flag from the ladies of the city.--The presentation speech was made by James Barron Hope, Esq. It was worthy his high reputation — classical, ornate, and eminently appropriate. It was received in behalf of the company by Lieut. J. H. Gaylee, whose address evinced fine abilities as a speaker. Samuel Mr. Wilson, Esq., in a card in this morning's paper, withdraws his name as a candidate for Congress. This will be regretted by a large number of the voters. It is regarded by many as very desirable that a reliable State- rights man should be secured at this time to take part in the councils of the next Congress — Such Mr. W. is known to be, while his fine talents, and his practical busine<
The Daily Dispatch: November 8, 1861., [Electronic resource], Jackson's brigade — separation between him and them. (search)
defiance to the British empire. Equally foolish and even more aggravating are the threats of the New York press, to stir up an insurrection in Ireland. Great Britain can afford to treat such silly menaces with silent contempt. An insurrection in Ireland is now about as probable and practicable as in Scotland. The menace, however, is malignant enough to be remembered by the British Liou. When the hour comes, and all his preparations are completed, if he does not pay off old scores with a vengeance, we are much mistaken in the character and qualities of the royal beast. May be bury his claws deep in the vitals of Yankee-Doodledom, and break every bone in its miserable carcase ! The men who have been so long laboring for "on to Richmond," and uttering the most horrid threats against all we hold dear, may be sure that we shall be most happy and delighted if England or any other European power would visit upon them the same tribulations they are endeavoring to bring upon our heads.
The Daily Dispatch: November 22, 1861., [Electronic resource], Qualified (search)
sustained but little damage — only two men killed and one or two wounded. We then fell back, hoping to draw them to our works, but night set in and the Yankees thought it bad policy to attack us then and there. We had no sooner gotten to our camp than intelligence reached us that the enemy were approaching on another route with the design to entrap us. Our General, with his usual sagacity, determined on a plan to disappoint them, and started a little after dark to fall back, so that "Mr. Yankee" would have to "gnash his teeth" at being again outgeneraled. He fell back, moving ice sick, from Fayette to Raleigh Court-House Beyond the reach of them. When about nine miles this side of Fayette Court-House, we were informed that the Yankees were in hot pursuit, and upon us. Our brigade, composed of the skeletons of the 45th, 50th, and 51st Virginia regiments, were ordered out to meet them.--We formed in line of battle and awaited their advance; and very soon they made their appearan
The Daily Dispatch: December 31, 1861., [Electronic resource], [Correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.] (search)
g-nogg, we soldiers drink permanency to the young Confederacy, and good health to our glorious President. The only new thing of note, is a custom just adopted in the army. When a worthless soldier is "drummed out," it is done to the tune of Yankee-Doodle, instead of the Rogue's March, as was the custom. The new custom arose from the fact, that more rogues march any day, now-a-days, to the tune of Yankee-Doodle, than have marched in all time, to the Rogue's March. The custom arose from a s a custom just adopted in the army. When a worthless soldier is "drummed out," it is done to the tune of Yankee-Doodle, instead of the Rogue's March, as was the custom. The new custom arose from the fact, that more rogues march any day, now-a-days, to the tune of Yankee-Doodle, than have marched in all time, to the Rogue's March. The custom arose from a suggestion of Col. Harry Haze, of the 7th Louisiana regiment, and does that gentleman credit as an observer of events. Yours, Claiborne
The Daily Dispatch: January 2, 1862., [Electronic resource], Bishop Hughes in favor of the Confederate States. (search)
several of the regiment and captured three of the creatures--one of them Colonel Wood, of the Fourteenth Brooklyn. In every scene of danger or of difficulty, old Dick has accompanied the regiment with bowie-knife by his side and musket in hand. When on picket duty at Mason's hill, in sight of the enemy, he would go beyond the picket lines to get a fair crack at the Yankee pickets. In fine, old Dick, we believe, is a gentleman and true patriot, and we feel sorry that his knife, around which clung so many proud associations to him, should have been taken from him. He valued it above all things except his musket. It is true the law may have required its confiscation, as setting a bad example to darkeys in civil life; but, under the circumstances, it does seem hard to have subjected the old man not only to the loss of his bowie-knife, but the mortification attendant, or a suspicion of evil designs. We hope old Dick may live to prove his character still further by bagging his Yankee.
The Daily Dispatch: January 10, 1862., [Electronic resource], Reminiscences of Fort Warren. (search)
t, of course, to conform to the Southern style, but from the finest gray cloth that a man cares to put upon his back. From crown to sole they are covered with Northern goods and manufactures, and at a price just one third of the sum our poor fellows have to expend for a similar luxury. Many have likewise brought with them army bedsteads, cots, camp chests, and other ingenious traps which the exigency of the times has called forth from the contriving brains of the labor-saving, money-making Yankee. * * * *. Among other incidents it is related that an attempt was made by some of the Massachusetts soldiers to induce the servants captured at Fort Hatteras to "take the oath" and become citizens of the State, but the darkies indignantly spurned the idea, and one of them replied that he would "radder be a nigger in de Souf dan a white man in de Norf. For hisself he was gwine to stay wid massa." The following is an Ode written in Fort Warren, and dedicated to the Southern Confede
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