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The Daily Dispatch: may 9, 1862., [Electronic resource], article 8 (search)
Refined Literature. --The Washington Chronicle, of the 4th, ejects the following: One of the Nelsons of the Nile of America, Commodore Farragut, (not a very euphonious patronymic,) is now a subject of general laudation among the loyalists. Everybody is trying to make a praiseful pun on his name, but the worst, (for a bad pun is often the best,) is that of a male Mrs. Partington, who exclaimed on hearing of his victory at New Orleans: "Farragut — a devilish good fellow; for he has seFarragut — a devilish good fellow; for he has severed the farthest guns of there-bally-ton" This is almost too infamous to print but as we desire to consign the author to perdition in our pages, we let it go. Slide-hell pushed Louisiana into secession, and Love-hell deserted it. The one left after he had tried to ruin his own people, and the other after he could not save them. May neither be compelled to realize the blessings of that Arcadia which an offensive Englishman would syllable in the melodious termination of their respective na
The Daily Dispatch: may 9, 1862., [Electronic resource], Surrender of New Orleans. (search)
ition press. The New York Times, of May 3d, has a bombastic editorial, a portion of which we copy: A Farrago to Farragut. The official epistle after day or Monroe, of New-Orleans, in reply to Commodore Farragut's demand for a surrender Commodore Farragut's demand for a surrender of the city, has no doubt set the whole country in a broad grin; and if rebellion has not dried up all the springs of mirth in the Southern nature, the rebels themselves must be moved to saturnine laughter by its farrago of bombast, impotence and conceit. It must have been a fine study of a facial effect to see the plain, practical-minded sailor Farragut, perusing, on board his flagship off the levee, the queer rigmarole he received in reply to his pointed demand for the surrender of the city; er that makes one doubt whether he is not quite as much of a knave as a fool. Swelling with impotent rage, he begs Commander Farragut to understand that they "will-not allow themselves to be insulted by the interference of such as have rendered them