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Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, chapter 7 (search)
I think there ought to be another intermission, and a good long one, after the results of the carousal to-day. I never did believe in these entertainments for men only; they are so apt to forget themselves when there are no ladies about to keep them straight. The whole party came back to town with more liquor aboard than they could hold, except Eddie Morgan; he was the only sober one in the whole crowd .... It really would have been comical if it hadn't turned out so seriously. Our Beau Brummel came blundering home just before supper, while I was talking with some visitors on the piazza, with just sense enough left to know that he couldn't trust himself. He tried very hard not to betray his condition, and spoke with such a precision and elaboration of utterance that I could hardly keep from laughing outright. When the visitors had gone he began to protest, in language worthy of Sir Piercy Shafton, that he was not drunk-he never did such an ungentlemanly thing as that-but only a
orever! Thoa you cut and deal the pack And copper every Jack, You'll lose stack after stack -- Forever! Everything tending to bathos-whether for the cause, or against it --caught its quick rebuke, at the hands of some glib funmaker. Once an enthusiastic admirer of the hero of Charleston indited a glowing ode, of which the refrain ran: Beau sabreur, beau canon, Beau soldat-Beauregard! Promptly came another, and most distorted version; its peculiar refrain enfolding: Beau Brummel, Beau Fielding, Beau Hickman-Beauregard! As it is not of record that the commander of the Army of Northern Virginia ever discovered the junior laureate, the writer will not essay to do so. Colonel Tom August, of the First Virginia, was the Charles Lamb of Confederate war-wits; genial, quick and ever gay. Early in secession days, a bombastic friend approached Colonel Tom, with the query: Well, sir, I presume your voice is still for war? To which the wit replied promptly: Oh, yes,
inside. The knob was gone from the handle, and when closed a piece of cord was usually tied around it in the middle to keep it from flying open. In the other hand he carried a literal carpet-bag, in which were stored the few papers to be used in court, and underclothing enough to last till his returns to Springfield. He slept in a long, coarse, yellow flannel shirt, which reached half-way between his knees and ankles. It probably was not made to fit his bony figure as completely as Beau Brummel's shirt, and hence we can somewhat appreciate the sensation of a young lawyer who, on seeing him thus arrayed for the first time, observed afterwards that, He was the ungodliest figure I ever saw. He never complained of the food, bed, or lodgings. If every other fellow grumbled at the bill-of-fare which greeted us at many of the dingy taverns, says David Davis, Lincoln said nothing. He was once presiding as judge in the absence of Davis, and the case before him was an action brought by
nd cotton goods originated in the East. The institutes of Menn, 800 B. C., refer to the stiffening action of starch on fabric. Pliny informs us that starch was prepared from wheat by the inhabitants of Chio. The method of starching linen was publicly taught in England in the year 1560 by a Dutch woman, a Mrs. Dingham, the wife of Queen Elizabeth's coachman. She charged £ 5 for showing the process, and £ 1 extra for showing how to manufacture the starch. This was 260 years before Beau Brummel, who made his grand debut in starched cravats. Starch is found in the cells of all plants except fungi, in the form of minute granules, varying in diameter from 1/240 to 1/4000 of an inch. It is composed of 24 parts carbon and 20 each of oxygen and hydrogen, being nearly identical in composition with cellulose, into which it is charged by heat or the action of sulphuric acid. Its color is changed to a deep blue by iodine, which thus serves as a delicate test of its presence. The gra
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 15: a woman's peace crusade (search)
mmary method. His rough words stirred my heart within me. I felt that I must speak; and Mrs. Chace kindly arose, and said to the presiding officer, I beg that Mrs. Julia Ward Howe of Boston may be heard before this debate is closed. Leave being given, I stood up and said my say, arguing earnestly that no man could be made better by being degraded. I can only well recall a part of my little speech, which was, I need scarcely say, quite unpremeditated:— It is related of the famous Beau Brummel that a gentleman who called upon him one morning met a valet carrying away a tray of neckcloths, more or less disordered. What are these? asked the visitor; and the servant replied, These are our failures. Even thus may society point to the criminals whom she dismisses from her presence. Of these men and women, whom she has failed to train in the ways of virtue and of industry, she may well say: These are our failures. My words were much applauded, and I think the vote taken was aga
excuse for all this — the hollow and hypocritical pretext, is, that the Western Flat boatman and Rail splitter did not consider it agreeable to etiquette to announce his sentiments in advance of the "official declaration of his election." The official declaration of his election!--Why, the country did not need the official declaration, to be bankrupted and destroyed. --The fact was certain enough, without counting the votes, to divide the Union, and yet this formal and ceremonious Beau Brummel of Illinois could not really consider it consistent with propriety to utter a single word based upon the existence of that fact, even though that one word might save the United States from political perdition! We have heard an anecdote of an Englishman who declined to save a drowning man because he had never been introduced to him; but, if he had been able to save thirty millions of people by simply reaching out his hand and had refused to do it, we should then have an unexaggerated' idea
The Daily Dispatch: December 18, 1861., [Electronic resource], [correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch] (search)
Samuel Houston, of Abingdon, shot a soldier by the name of Brummel, in Company A, 54th regiment, on Monday last, with a gun loaded with small shot. His wounds are not dangerous.
The Daily Dispatch: November 3, 1862., [Electronic resource], Capture of a Railroad train and ninety three Yankees. (search)
umber of men, two of whom, James Gannon and — Kelley, were carried to prison. Gannon besides a British protection belonging to himself, had on his person Franklin's commission as Captain. On Kelley, who crept under a bed when the officers appeared, was found a pocket diary and $15 of Franklin's money, An attempt, showing great determination of purpose, was made by robbers on Saturday night about 2 o'clock to enter and rob a store on 15th street, in Belvin's Block, occupied by Read in Brummel. The operators drove up in a wagon, and very coolly commenced operations by taking out a large plate glass window, which was afterwards found our the Capitol Square. This done, one of the parties commenced getting into the window, and attempting to turn the door key. The noise created by the robbers had by this time awakened two young men who clepes in the rear of the store, and they commenced a fire on the robbers with revolvers which caused them quickly to disperse. With extraordinary
ir rooms and persons, there was found about one hundred and seventy-five dollars in gold coin, one thousand two hundred dollars in Confederate notes, a gold watch and chain, and one trunk and a valise crammed with an assortment of new clothing which could not be purchased, at present prices, for less than five or six thousand dollars. One of the negroes, upon whom was found five twenty-dollar gold pieces and seven hundred and fifty dollars in Confederate notes, acknowledged receiving from Mr. Brummel's girl thirty-seven twenty-dollar gold pieces, two of which he had invested with L. Schumann for a gold watch and chain, and the balance he had exchanged for Confederate money and purchased clothing with. From the preparations which these negroes had made, there is very little doubt that they meditated levanting to the Yankees. In the trunk and valise which were found in their room, there was packed away some ten pairs of French (fancy) cassimere pants, several fine dress and business c
nconstitutional. The question was regularly presented to the Court, on a motion for a judgment in a cause founded on a promissory note, on which suit was commenced previous to the passage of the stay laws. An affray took place on the Dayton and Western railroad, on Monday afternoon, between the conductor and some workmen who had taken passage as "dead heads" on the road, in which two of the workmen were killed and others wounded. The baggage master of the train was also wounded. Brummel, in his decay, was wittier than in his best days. He considered himself "independent" at Calais, because he had "little to depend upon"; and a hungry friend observed at his modest table "that nothing was better than cold beef." The beau replied, "I beg your pardon, cold beef is better than nothing. " The colored people of Cincinnati held a meeting in that city on the twenty-first instant, and resolved to send John Jones, one of their number, as a lobby member to Congress. This action