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The Daily Dispatch: September 18, 1863., [Electronic resource], article 8 (search)
A Rich letter to Geo. D. Prentice. The Louisville Journal has the following letter from one of John Morgan's Captains. It says: We have reason to believe that the thing is genuine. We have not been ignorant of the existence of conspiracies to get possession of us. Three or four of them have failed; possibly the next may succeed. But we guess not. Our trust is in God and our natal star. Lexington, Ky., Aug. 4, 1863. George D. Prentice, Esq: How are you, old George, George D. Prentice, Esq: How are you, old George, any how? I have just come from a visit to our old city, George, after an absence of two years or more in the Confederate army--Brig.-Gen. John H. Morgan's command, a particular favorite of yours, I believe. Nothing would have given me more pleasure, old fellow, than to have paid you a call, and have had a social chat with you. After due consideration I thought it would not have been healthy; so I contented myself with passing look at your noble countenance. How handsome you have grown, Georg
The Daily Dispatch: September 18, 1863., [Electronic resource], article 2 (search)
Prentice and Morgan. --One of the most indecent paragraphs which the pen of the Thersites of the Louisville Journal has ever indicated is a late piece of brutality about the fate of Morgan. He attempts to be very facetious over the shaving of able failure. It must have been a sharp razor that has made the outside of Morgan's head as bare as the inside of Prentice's has become through had liquor and evil habits. The locks of Samson will grow again, and he will yet give the temple ohaking, but a brain exhausted by vicious indulgences can produce no second crop of wit or genius. There was a time when Prentice had almost as great a capacity for uttering good things as for imbibing them, but, alas, poor Yorick! He has besotted hn the lees, he is an emptied barrel, with nothing remaining but dregs and the odor of the spirit that has departed. Prentice has good reason to rejoice in Morgan's captivity. He has kept him in mortal terror for more than a year, and if he is a