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Roslyn (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
Roslyn and the White house: before and after. Quantum mutatus ab illo! That is an exclamationry! But I wander from my subject, which is Roslyn before and after. The reader has had a glimpse lawn, the stables, the great elms! --this is Roslyn! It was truly Roslyn, or rather the ghost oathetic faces. It was the past and present of Roslyn that occupied my mindthe recollection of the bh surrounded me in the glad hours of youth-but Roslyn itself, the sunny old mansion, where the weeksarms toward the ruin, seemed to come a murmur, Roslyn! Roslyn! In war you have little time for mRoslyn! In war you have little time for musing. Duty calls, and the blast of the bugle jars upon the reveries of the dreamer, summoning him over the faded glories, the dead splendour of Roslyn; those merry comrades whereof I spoke called thariots of other generations. The house, like Roslyn, was a ruin still smouldering. No traces of i destroy. But let that pass. Since that time I have never revisited Roslyn or the White House. [3 more...]
Chickahominy (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
Roslyn and the White house: before and after. Quantum mutatus ab illo! That is an exclamation which rises to the lips of many persons on many occasions in time of war. In 1860, there stood on the left bank of the Chickahominy, in the county of New Kent, an honest old mansion, with which the writer of this page was intimately acquainted. Houses take the character of those who build them, and this one was Virginian, and un-citified. In place of flues to warm the apartments, there were big fires of logs. In place of gas to light the nights, candles, or the old-fashioned astral lamps. On the white walls there were no highly coloured landscape paintings, but a number of family portraits. There was about the old mansion a cheerful and attractive air of home and welcome, and in the great fireplaces had crackled the yule clogs of many merry Christmases. The stables were large enough to accommodate the horses of half a hundred guests. The old garden contained a mint patch whic
Norway (Norway) (search for this): chapter 3.36
Moses and Levi and Abraham had rushed in with their highly superior stock of goods, going off at an enormous sacrifice; Jonathan and Slick had supplied the best quality of wooden hams and nutmegs; Dauerflinger and Sauerkraut had brought the best malt liquors and lager, with brandy and whiskey and gin under the rose. In a few weeks a metropolis of sutlerdom had thus sprung up like a mushroom; and a whole host of pedlers and hucksters had scratched and burrowed, and made themselves nests like Norway rats;--the very place smelled of them. The rats had thus gone far in building their capital of Ratdom; but those cruel terriors, the Confederates, had discovered them, given chase, and scattered them to the four winds, to return no more! Their own friends struck them the heaviest blow. The officer commanding at the White House had promptly obeyed the orders sent him, and the nascent city was set fire to without mercy. When the Confederates arrived, the long rows of sutlers' stores, th
New Kent (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
Roslyn and the White house: before and after. Quantum mutatus ab illo! That is an exclamation which rises to the lips of many persons on many occasions in time of war. In 1860, there stood on the left bank of the Chickahominy, in the county of New Kent, an honest old mansion, with which the writer of this page was intimately acquainted. Houses take the character of those who build them, and this one was Virginian, and un-citified. In place of flues to warm the apartments, there were big fires of logs. In place of gas to light the nights, candles, or the old-fashioned astral lamps. On the white walls there were no highly coloured landscape paintings, but a number of family portraits. There was about the old mansion a cheerful and attractive air of home and welcome, and in the great fireplaces had crackled the yule clogs of many merry Christmases. The stables were large enough to accommodate the horses of half a hundred guests. The old garden contained a mint patch whic
Tunstall (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
arbour, and I was going with a few companions toward the White House, whither the cavalry had preceded us. I thought I knew t to Locksley Hall, and I was soon en route again for the White House. This was McClellan's great depot of stores on the Pe of base, if you prefer the phrase, reader --and to the White House General Stuart had hurried to prevent if possible the de culminate. Strange moment for my first visit to the White House! to a spot which I had seen often in fancy, but never bnd diamonds, was played still in the eyes of fancy! The White House had been to the present writer an honest old Virginia mak them the heaviest blow. The officer commanding at the White House had promptly obeyed the orders sent him, and the nascenty the side of Destruction. Such was the scene at the White House on that June day of 1862; in this black cloud went down who destroys in order to destroy. But let that pass. Since that time I have never revisited Roslyn or the White House.
Locksley Hall (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
the place seemed to look out, sombre and hopeless. From the pine-trees reaching out yearning arms toward the ruin, seemed to come a murmur, Roslyn! Roslyn! In war you have little time for musing. Duty calls, and the blast of the bugle jars upon the reveries of the dreamer, summoning him again to action. I had no time to dream over the faded glories, the dead splendour of Roslyn; those merry comrades whereof I spoke called to me, as did the friends of the melancholy hero visitor to Locksley Hall, and I was soon en route again for the White House. This was McClellan's great depot of stores on the Pamunkey, which he had abandoned when deciding upon the James river line of retreat-change of base, if you prefer the phrase, reader --and to the White House General Stuart had hurried to prevent if possible the destruction of the stores. He was too late. The officer in charge of the great depot had applied the torch to all, and retreated; and when the cavalry arrived, nothing was
Virginia (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
ling land and blasted it, effacing all its beauty. With that beauty, every landmark had also disappeared. I travelled over the worn-out road, my horse stumbling and plunging. Never had I before visited, I could have made oath, this portion of Virginia! All at once we came — I and the merry comrades who accompanied me — in sight of a great waste, desolate-looking field, of a clump of towering trees, and a mansion which the retreating enemy had just burned to the ground. There were no fenes had shone; here a sort of masquerade of ruffles and silk stockings, furbelows and flounces, and lace and embroidery, and powder and diamonds, was played still in the eyes of fancy! The White House had been to the present writer an honest old Virginia mansion of colonial days, full of warm hearts, and kindness and hospitality, where bright eyes outshone the gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls; where the winding river flowed amid blooming fields, beneath lofty trees, and the suns of earlier y
Charles City (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
scene at the White House on that June day of 1862; in this black cloud went down the star of the enemy's greatest soldier, McClellan. A great triumph for the Confederates followed that furious clash of arms on the Chickahominy; but alas! when the smoke rolled away, the whole extent of the waste and desolation which had come upon the land was revealed; where peace, and joy, and plenty had once been, all was now ruin. The enemy were lighted on their way, as they retreated through the marshes of Charles City, by the burning houses to which they had applied the torch. Of two of these houses I have spoken, because they chanced to attract my attention; and I have tried to convey the emotions which the spectacle excited. It was useless and barbarous to burn these private dwelling-houses; the wanton indulgence of spite and hatred on the part of a defeated enemy, who destroys in order to destroy. But let that pass. Since that time I have never revisited Roslyn or the White House.
Jamaica, L. I. (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
lry had scattered themselves in search of edibles. These were found in profusion, from barrels of excellent hams, and crackers and cakes, to the luxuries so costly in the Confederate capital, of candy and comfits, lemons and oranges, bottles of Jamaica ginger, and preserved fruits. There was no little interest in a walk through that debris of sutlerdom. You knocked in the head of a barrel, entirely ignorant whether hard bread or candy, pork or preserved strawberries, would greet your curiouswere panting with the combined heat of the weather and the great conflagration. Under such circumstances, the reader may understand that it was far from unpleasant to discover a cool spring beneath the bank; to take water and ice and lemons and Jamaica ginger, and make a drink for the gods! Of this pandemonium of strange sights and sounds and smells --of comic or tragic, amusing or disgusting.details — I shall mention but one other subject; one, however, which excited in me, I remember, at
Richmond (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.36
called to me, as did the friends of the melancholy hero visitor to Locksley Hall, and I was soon en route again for the White House. This was McClellan's great depot of stores on the Pamunkey, which he had abandoned when deciding upon the James river line of retreat-change of base, if you prefer the phrase, reader --and to the White House General Stuart had hurried to prevent if possible the destruction of the stores. He was too late. The officer in charge of the great depot had applied 's Monthly and Weekly were seen in great numbers, their open pages exhibiting terriffic engravings of the destruction of rebels, and the triumph of their faction. Here were newspapers fixing exactly the date of General McClellan's entrance into Richmond; with leading editorials so horrible in their threatenings, that the writers must have composed them in the most comfortable sanctums, far away from the brutal and disturbing clash of arms. For the rest, there was a chaos of vials, medicines, b
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