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New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 167
sympathizers with the Rebellion, who caught with avidity the first rumor of disaster to the national arms. In My War Note-Book, Ms., I find the following—Jan. 1862—about parties and feeling in Washington—Cloaked Foes—Croakers, and all other Secessionists. No war ever began with greater unanimity. The mighty heart of the people leaped at a single bound, from its full but tranquil pulsations, into the wild and hurried beatings of a continental enthusiasm. From the bleak hill-sides of New England, from the shores of the ocean lakes of the North, from the undulating prairies of the distant West, from the crowded marts of commerce, and from ten thousand hamlets of peace and plenty, a million men went rushing to avenge the insulted honor of the nation, and to plant once more on our outer battlements the fallen standard of the Republic. The flow of that current was irresistible; everything gave way to the tramp of the embattled hosts. It was no time for trifling, nor for triflers
Mexico (Mexico, Mexico) (search for this): chapter 167
arms in the early history of the war, had that day happened at Ball's Bluff (October 21, 1861). Our forces had been routed and slaughtered, and the gallant Colonel Baker, who had left the Senate chamber to lead his splendid California Regiment to the war, had fallen, dying instantly, pierced at the same second by nine bullets. This was a national loss. His place in the army, in the Senate, in the hearts of the people of California and Oregon, in the admiration of his companions-in-arms in Mexico, and in the realms of eloquence, would remain vacant. No man living was invested with all these rare and great attributes in so eminent a degree. The apparently well-founded suspicion that he had fallen a victim to the foulest treason, subsequently mingled the intensest indignation with inconsolable grief for his cruel and untimely death. It was late in the evening when the news reached Willard's; but a large crowd was still there, among whom, as always, were many well-known public men
South Carolina (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 167
welled the retinue of their impoverished but pretentious court. Nothing but well-merited severity, visited at the right time and on the right heads, broke up this den of she-vipers that were striking their deadly fangs into the vitals of the Republic. There was squirming and hissing, but the den, was finally broken up. All these subtle agencies of secession worked harmoniously with bolder and more public demonstrations of disloyalty. In both Houses of Congress, men no better than South Carolina traitors (often not half so bad, and always more dangerous, unblushingly reviled the Union, laughed the Republic to scorn, and trod the holy traditions of our common-wealth into the dust. These traitors were allowed to play the part of Catiline in open House,—in open Senate,—in the streets,—most of all, in that loud-mouthed, blatant talk which is deemed eloquence in bar-rooms, but bad manners in decent society, and treason anywhere. And one of the chief themes of noisy discourse—i
California (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 167
One of the unexpected and heart-chilling disasters which befell our arms in the early history of the war, had that day happened at Ball's Bluff (October 21, 1861). Our forces had been routed and slaughtered, and the gallant Colonel Baker, who had left the Senate chamber to lead his splendid California Regiment to the war, had fallen, dying instantly, pierced at the same second by nine bullets. This was a national loss. His place in the army, in the Senate, in the hearts of the people of California and Oregon, in the admiration of his companions-in-arms in Mexico, and in the realms of eloquence, would remain vacant. No man living was invested with all these rare and great attributes in so eminent a degree. The apparently well-founded suspicion that he had fallen a victim to the foulest treason, subsequently mingled the intensest indignation with inconsolable grief for his cruel and untimely death. It was late in the evening when the news reached Willard's; but a large crowd was
Oregon (Oregon, United States) (search for this): chapter 167
nexpected and heart-chilling disasters which befell our arms in the early history of the war, had that day happened at Ball's Bluff (October 21, 1861). Our forces had been routed and slaughtered, and the gallant Colonel Baker, who had left the Senate chamber to lead his splendid California Regiment to the war, had fallen, dying instantly, pierced at the same second by nine bullets. This was a national loss. His place in the army, in the Senate, in the hearts of the people of California and Oregon, in the admiration of his companions-in-arms in Mexico, and in the realms of eloquence, would remain vacant. No man living was invested with all these rare and great attributes in so eminent a degree. The apparently well-founded suspicion that he had fallen a victim to the foulest treason, subsequently mingled the intensest indignation with inconsolable grief for his cruel and untimely death. It was late in the evening when the news reached Willard's; but a large crowd was still there,
Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 167
mself, he swore, in the holy indignation of his soul, that the generals were all fools, the Cabinet all rascals, and Old Abe a &c. Then the Secessionists proper. Washington swarmed with them. They were never asleep. Well might a member of Mr. Davis's cabal, in writing to a friend there (the letter was intercepted), say, The Lincolnites may rest assured we shall only alarm their capital. We do not want it. It is of more use to us in their hands. It answers all our purposes. Our friends r. Lincoln is complained of by treason—hatchers or treasonmongers, how infinite must be the all-forgiving benevolence of that much-abused man! No! no! a thousand times No! No blood rests on that troubled head. Those abettors and agents of Davis wore the mask as closely as they could; and, although the habitues of the capital could tell them at a glance, and, by an instinct of loyalty nearly infallible, know when one of them entered the room, yet on some occasions the sudden announcemen
House (search for this): chapter 167
quirming and hissing, but the den, was finally broken up. All these subtle agencies of secession worked harmoniously with bolder and more public demonstrations of disloyalty. In both Houses of Congress, men no better than South Carolina traitors (often not half so bad, and always more dangerous, unblushingly reviled the Union, laughed the Republic to scorn, and trod the holy traditions of our common-wealth into the dust. These traitors were allowed to play the part of Catiline in open House,—in open Senate,—in the streets,—most of all, in that loud-mouthed, blatant talk which is deemed eloquence in bar-rooms, but bad manners in decent society, and treason anywhere. And one of the chief themes of noisy discourse—illegal arrests! Why illegal? Is it illegal to arrest the murderer of a man? And is it not legal and just to seize and incarcerate the villain who is contemplating the wholesale murder of the friends of the nation—the defenders of its Union,—the protectors of it
Sedgwick (search for this): chapter 167
the highest culture and intelligence, the greatest refinement, delicacy, and blandishments of women, the loftiest standard of honor and chivalry in men, the fullest appreciation of learning, art, and beauty to which a nation has attained. To be society worthy of the name, such reunions must represent the best civilization of the people. In later days, such society has not been seen in Washington. Its palmy days passed away with the graceful regime of Ladies Washington, Madison, Hamilton, Sedgwick, Bingham, and that glorious company of superb women who lent the fascinations of wit, taste, and beauty to adorn the early days of the Republic. But through the medium of such society as we have had, the virus of practical secession has been industriously injected, and in all its subtlest forms. It has worn chameleon hues; it has borrowed, for the time, all the lights and shadows that lay within its reach. In one coterie, severe criticisms were passed on generals at the head of their
Alexander Hamilton (search for this): chapter 167
represent the highest culture and intelligence, the greatest refinement, delicacy, and blandishments of women, the loftiest standard of honor and chivalry in men, the fullest appreciation of learning, art, and beauty to which a nation has attained. To be society worthy of the name, such reunions must represent the best civilization of the people. In later days, such society has not been seen in Washington. Its palmy days passed away with the graceful regime of Ladies Washington, Madison, Hamilton, Sedgwick, Bingham, and that glorious company of superb women who lent the fascinations of wit, taste, and beauty to adorn the early days of the Republic. But through the medium of such society as we have had, the virus of practical secession has been industriously injected, and in all its subtlest forms. It has worn chameleon hues; it has borrowed, for the time, all the lights and shadows that lay within its reach. In one coterie, severe criticisms were passed on generals at the hea
B. F. Butler (search for this): chapter 167
another circle of men, or women, or both (all of the upper classes, so called), serious and downcast looks were seen, and to every new visitor the deep and painful regret was expressed lest Mr. Lincoln might be going too far in making his arrests; and are they not arbitrary? And then to take gentlemen from their offices, and even from their sleeping-chambers, and convey them to a distant city, and plunge them into a foul prison, tenanted by felons and haunted by rats! And then think of General Butler! that vulgar Yankee! who published one of his tyrannical edicts, and placarded the insult on every corner of the Crescent City, to the ladies of New Orleans—! And yet these same gentle angels were at the time besieging President and Secretaries for a commission for——, a brave and gallant fellow, who had rendered such signal services to the Federal cause, and longed so earnestly to put the old flag back where it once waved so proudly. This class of females have shown an alacrity a<
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