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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 1. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Editorial paragraphs. (search)
ly presented us with war files of several Richmond papers. She refused to sell them for a large price, and insisted on giving them to our Society. John McRae, Esq., of Camden, S. C., has placed us under the highest obligations by presenting the following newspaper files: Charleston Courier from May 1856 to February 1865. Richmond Dispatch from April 1861 to April 1864. Charleston Mercury from July 1859 to February 1865 and from November 1866 to November 1868. Columbia Daily Carolinian from 1855 to October 1864. Charleston Daily News and News and Courier from June 1866 to this date. Camden Journal from January 1856 to this date. Southern Presbyterian from June 1858 to this date. And Dr. J. Dickson Bruns, of New Orleans, has sent us a bound volume of the Charleston Mercury for 1862. We have received recently other valuable contributions, which we have not space even to mention. Our present number has been delayed by causes over which we have had no cont
The Annals of the Civil War Written by Leading Participants North and South (ed. Alexander Kelly McClure), The battle of Shiloh. (search)
nce is ordered. The shattered brigades of Beauregard enter the ravine and close up on the contracted lines, protected by the siege guns. Three different times, reports one of the commanders, did we go into that valley of death, and as often were we forced back. Another reports: A murderous fire was poured into us from masked batteries of grape and canister and also from rifle-pits. General Bragg ordered General Chalmers to drive us into the river at all hazards. In vain did this brave Carolinian, who sacrificed his own life and a large portion of his command, attempt to do so. The concentrated fire of the Union army, aided by the formidable natural barriers, prevented the execution of Beauregard and Bragg's humane orders! Gradually the firing ceased. The Sabbath closed upon a scene which had no parallel on the Western Continent. The sun went down in a red halo, as if the very heavens blushed and prepared to weep at the enormity of man's violence. Night fell upon and spread its
Robert Lewis Dabney, Life and Commands of Lieutenand- General Thomas J. Jackson, Chapter 7: Manassas. (search)
of the batteries, he posted Harper's 5th Virginia, and on the left the 2d Regiment commanded by Colonel Allen, and the 33d led by Colonel Cummings. Both ends of the brigade, when thus disposed, penetrated the thickets on the right and left, and the 33d was wholly masked by them. On the right of Jackson's Brigade, General Bee placed the remains of the forces which, under him and Evans, had hitherto borne the heat and burden of the day, while, on the left, a few regiments of Virginian and Carolinian troops were stationed. At this stage of affairs, Generals Johnston and Beauregard galloped to the front, inspiriting the men by their words and fearless exposure of their persons, and assisted in advancing the standards of the rallying regiments. Their appeals were answered by the fierce cheers of the Confederates; and a new battle now began, to which the former was but a skirmish. Jackson's Brigade numbered 2600 bayonets, and all the troops confronting the enemy, about 6500. The Feder
even Virginia hospitality must have a limit. Varied, indeed, were the forms one met on every street and road about Richmond. Here the long-haired Texan, sitting his horse like a centaur, with high-peaked saddle and jingling spurs, dashed by — a pictured guacho. There the western mountaineer, with bearskin shirt, fringed leggings, and the long, deadly rifle, carried one back to the days of Boone and the dark and bloody ground. The dirty gray and tarnished silver of the muddy-complexioned Carolinian; the dingy butternut of the lank, muscular Georgian, with its green trimming and full skirts; and the Alabamians from the coast, nearly all in blue of a cleaner hue and neater cut; while the Louisiana troops were, as a general thing, better equipped and more regularly uniformed than any others in the motley throng. But the most remarked dress that flashed among these varied uniforms was the blue-and-orange of the Maryland Zouaves. At the time of the riot of the 19th of April, there ha
wish? What do I wish? The old lady grew restive and battlehungry. Yes'm! That's what I asked, retorted the youth sharply. What do I wish? slowly repeated the still-rebellious dame. Well, if you must know, I wish all you Yankees were in — hell! But not all the humor was confined to the governing race; some of its points cropping out sharply here and there, from under the wool of the oppressed brother --in-law. One case is recalled of the spoiled body servant of a gallant Carolinian, one of General Wheeler's brigade commanders. His master reproved his speech thus: Peter, you rascal! Why don't you speak English, instead of saying ‘wah yo‘ is'? Waffer, Mars' Sam? queried the negro with an innocent grin. Yo allus calls de Gen'ral-Weel-er? Another, close following the occupation, has a spice of higher satire. A Richmond friend had a petted maid, who-devoted and constant to her mistress, even in those tempting days-still burned with genuine negro curiosi<
Lt.-Colonel Arthur J. Fremantle, Three Months in the Southern States, May, 1863. (search)
agruder's Staff, and is very good company. His property at New Orleans had been destroyed by the Yankees. In the evening we went to a dance given by Colonel Manly, which was great fun. I danced an American cotillion with Mrs. Manly; it was very violent exercise, and not the least like any thing I had seen before. A gentleman stands by shouting out the different figures to be performed, and every one obeys his orders with much gravity and energy. Colonel Manly is a very gentlemanlike Carolinian; the ladies were pretty, and, considering the blockade, they were very well dressed. Six deserters from Banks' army arrived here to-day. Banks seems to be advancing steadily, and overcoming the opposition offered by the handful of Confederates in the Teche country. Banks himself is much despised as a soldier, and is always called by the Confederates Mr. Commissary Banks, on account of the efficient manner in which he performed the duties of that office for Stonewall Jackson in Virgi
J. B. Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary, XXII. January, 1863 (search)
00 men there. If this be true, our men must have been placed in a man-trap, as at Roanoke Island. Mr. Perkins, in Congress, has informed the country that Mr. Memminger, the Secretary of the Treasury, has hitherto opposed and defeated the proposition that the government buy all the cotton. Mr. M. should never have been appointed. He is headstrong, haughty, and tyrannical when he imagines he is dealing with inferiors, and he deems himself superior to the rest of mankind. But he is no Carolinian by birth or descent. We see accounts of public meetings in New Jersey, wherein the government at Washington is fiercely denounced, and peace demanded, regardless of consequences. Some of the speakers openly predicted that the war would spread into the North, if not terminated at once, and in that event, the emancipationists would have foes to fight elsewhere than in the South. Among the participants I recognize the names of men whom I met in convention at Trenton in 1860. They clamo
Robert Underwood Johnson, Clarence Clough Buell, Battles and Leaders of the Civil War: Volume 2., Richmond scenes in 1862. (search)
k, containing soups, creams, jellies, thin biscuit, eggs à la creme, boiled chicken, etc., surmounted by clusters of freshly gathered flowers. A year later we had cause to pine after these culinary glories when it came to measuring out, with sinking hearts, the meager portions of milk and food we could afford to give our charges. As an instance, however, A that quality in food was not always appreciated by the patients, my mother urged upon one of her sufferers (a gaunt and soft-voiced Carolinian from the piney woods district ) a delicately served trifle from some neigh-boring kitchen. Jes ez you say, old miss, was the weary answer; I ain't a-contradictin‘ you. It mout be good for me, but my stomick's kinder sot agin View of Washington monument, in Capitol square, Richmond. it. There ain't but one thing I'm sorter yarnin‘ arter, an‘ that's a dish o‘ greens en bacon fat, with a few molarses poured onto it. From our patients, when they could syllable the tale, we had accoun
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 1., Chapter 2: preliminary rebellious movements. (search)
n of the Union was loudly talked of by the politicians of the Calhoun school. The memorable scenes of our Revolution have again to be acted over, said the Milledgeville (Georgia) Journal; and the citizens of St. John's Parish, in South Carolina, said, in Convention:--We have sworn that Congress shall, at our demand, repeal the tariff. If she does not, our State Legislature will dissolve our connection with the Union, and we will take our stand among the nations; and it behooves every true Carolinian to stand by his arms, and to keep the halls of our Legislature pure from foreign intruders. When, in the autumn of 1832, the famous Nullification Ordinance was passed by the South Carolina Convention, so certain were the mad politicians that composed it of positive success, that they caused a medal to be struck with this inscription:--John C. Calhoun, first President of the Southern Confederacy! Their wicked scheme failed, and Calhoun and his followers went deliberately at work to exc
tion; and the storm that lowered so black and imminent suddenly gave place to a sunny and smiling calm. But General Jackson was deeply dissatisfied, and with reason. He saw in this easy accommodation the seeds of future perils and calamities. He insisted that Calhoun was a traitor; and to the end of his days regretted that he had not promptly arrested and tried him as such. He denied that dissatisfaction with the Protective policy was the real incitement to the ambitious and restless Carolinian's attempt at practical Nullification. The Tariff, he wrote in 1834, to an intimate friend in Georgia, was but a pretext. The next will be the Slavery or Negro question. But while Nullification was thus sternly crushed out in South Carolina, it was simultaneously allowed a complete triumph in the adjoining State of Georgia. The circumstances were briefly as follows: The once powerful and warlike Aboriginal tribes known to us as Cherokees and Creeks, originally possessed respective