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Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 32: press, literature and art. (search)
erever his people read anything, the classic finish of his Latane, the sweet caress of his Stuart and the bugle-blast of his Coercion and Word with the West, had assured John R. Thompson's fame. The liltful refrain of Maryland, my Maryland echoed from the Potomac to the Gulf; and the clarion-call James R. Randall so nobly used-There's life in the old land yet! warmed every southern heart, by the dead ashes on its hearth. Who does not remember Beechenbrook, that pure Vestal in the temple of Mars? Every tear of sympathy that fell upon its pages was a jewel above rubies, in the crown of its gentle author. Paul Hayne had won already the hearts of his own readers; and had gained transatlantic meed, in Tennyson's declaration that he was the sonneteer of America! And the yearning sorrow in all eyes that looked upon the fresh mound, above what was mortal of tender Henry Timrod, was more eloquent of worth than costly monuument, or labored epitaph. But not only the clang of action a
Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 33: wit and humor of the war. (search)
is recalled of the spoiled body servant of a gallant Carolinian, one of General Wheeler's brigade commanders. His master reproved his speech thus: Peter, you rascal! Why don't you speak English, instead of saying ‘wah yo‘ is'? Waffer, Mars' Sam? queried the negro with an innocent grin. Yo allus calls de Gen'ral-Weel-er? Another, close following the occupation, has a spice of higher satire. A Richmond friend had a petted maid, who-devoted and constant to her mistress, even in those tempting days-still burned with genuine negro curiosity for a sight of everything pertaining to Mars Linkum's men --especially for de skule. For swift, indeed, were the newcome saints to preach the Evangel of alphabet; and negro schools seemed to have been smuggled in by every army ambulance, so numerously did they spring up in the captured Capital. So, early one day, Clarissa Sophia, the maid of color, donned her very best and, with shiny morning face, hied her, like anything but a sn