Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2.
Frank Moore, Ed.

“ Our officers and soldiers did not always bear contumely in silence, though they could not strike down their tormentors, when these were women and children. Sometimes they answered such scoffs with fitting words. ‘ Are you a Massachusetts soldier? ’ said a woman, elegantly dressed, and doubtless deemed a lady in Baltimore. ‘ I am, madam,’ was the courteous answer of the officer of our regiment thus addressed. ‘ Well, thank God, my husband is in the Southern army, ready to kill such hirelings as you! ’ ‘Do you not miss him, madam?’ said the officer. ‘Oh yes, I miss him a good deal.’ ‘Very well, madam, we are going South in a few days, and will try to find him and bring him back here with his companions.’ You ought to have seen how angry she was. ‘You are from that miserable Boston, I suppose,’ she said, ‘where there is nothing but mob law, and they burned down the Ursuline Convent — the Puritan bigots!’ ‘ Some such thing did happen in Charlestown, many years ago, when I was a boy,’ said the officer, ‘at least I have heard so, and am very sorry for it. But can you tell me what street that is!’ ‘Pratt street,’ was the unsuspecting reply.--‘What happened there, madam, on the 19th of April, this very year?’ He got no answer from the angry secessionist, but the loud shout which went up from the Union bystanders, who generally are of the humble order, atoned for her silence. People that live in glass houses had better not throw stones. The same officer, riding in a chaise with a gentleman who, to his surprise, showed secession proclivities, but was courteous in their demonstration, was told by the gentleman that the horse which was drawing them was called ‘Jeff. Davis,’ in honor of that distinguished rebel, and asked if he ‘did not object to driving such a horse.’ ‘Oh, no, sir,’ was the instant reply, ‘to drive Jeff. Davis is the very purpose of our coming South.’ Our secession gentleman imitated his sister traitor in preserving a discreet silence.”