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The Daily Dispatch: December 15, 1862., [Electronic resource], Fighting at Blackwater. (search)
His Bast Card. The London Times justly says that after the late infamous proclamation of Lincoln the Confederates have nothing worse to expect at his hands. If that demoniac expedient fails the enginery of Satan has not another bolt which can cause an uneasy thought. For ourselves, we do not believe that it will succeed, though it demands precaution, vigilance, and organization. Forewarned, we should be forearmed. He has threatened us with death, degradation confiscation, extermination, and universal emancipation. We have survived all his fulminations, and when the last shaft breaks upon our breastplate our infernal enemy will be left without an arrow in his quiver on which even he can depend. He will then learn that appeals to the terror of the South are about the most harmless weapons that he could devise, and that the brutalities he would visit upon us will only bring upon his own head the scorn and loathing of the civilized world.
The Daily Dispatch: December 15, 1862., [Electronic resource], Direct trade. (search)
The way to do it. Instead of complaining that one after another of their military agent disappoint them in their cherished "On to Richmond;" instead of turning the vials of their wrath successively upon Scott, McClellan, Pope, McDowell, and Burnside, why don't the Washington Cabinet and President act upon the old maxim that "a man who wishes his business well attended to must attend to it himself." Why don't Abraham the First take the command of his own armies and lead them where glory waits them? It would be a spectacle of thrilling sublimity to behold the Yankee hosts led across a pontoon bridge by Lincoln, Seward, Chase, and the Federal Congress! Many a Confederate would give twenty years of peaceful life for a sight of that crowd with his trusty rifle!