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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), Supposed official correspondence between Jeff. Davis and Governor Magoffin. (search)
mmence operations. Don't trust the people — precipitation is the word. Yours, secedingly, Jeff. Davis. P. S.--Give my love to Breckinridge. Beriah to Jeff. Frankfort, May 6. Dear Jeff.:--I take my pen in hand to let you know that I am well, as this leaves me at present, hoping these few lines will find you in thefederate loans, and I understand your friend, James B, Clay, will do likewise. Hoping soon to welcome Kentucky to our family altar, I am, Yours, Confederately, Jeff. P. S.--Blanton sends his best respects. Beriah to Jeff. Frankfort, May 25. Dear Jeff.:--You've got me into a devil of a scrape. The Legislature won'Jeff. Frankfort, May 25. Dear Jeff.:--You've got me into a devil of a scrape. The Legislature won't secede. I haven't seen Breckinridge for a long time. I don't know where he is. I had to issue a neutrality proposition, because the Unionists looked as if they were going to carry things their own way. I suppose Breckinridge will be mad at it, but I can't help it. He wasn't here to tell me what to do. I think he has got scared
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 501 (search)
eaten him black and blue, but had slashed his arms and body with their knives. He was the worst object I ever saw. This man was making collections in the South for a Philadelphia house, and such was the payment received from Southern creditors. The game of the villains is about up here. Every traitor who makes his appearance is arrested. We have one dirty dog from Columbus, Ky., under arrest, who was one of the seventy-five who took turns in lashing a man because lie would not shout for Jeff: Davis's flag. Mr. Chivalry is very penitent, and he don't hear a pistol shot but he imagines it is for him. This beauty came here to see what the damned abolitionists were doing, and was recognized by the victim, who reached Cairo before. Victim wanted an even show with Chivalry at any kind of a fight, and said if lie did not kill him, he would submit to be hung the next minute. Chivalry did not want to fight — there were not odds enough — it was not seventy-five to one. If Gen. Prentiss
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 514 (search)
perceives her nigger, As black as the ace of spades. “Nigger, my high-priced nigger, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; Nigger, my high-priced nigger, What tidings do you bring?” ”O Gorra, missus, de tidin's, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; O Gorra, missus, de tidin's, Dey'll make yer lily eyes weep. ”Took off yer summer muslin, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; Took off yer summer muslin, Also yer more anteek. ”Massa Jeff. is done gone dead, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; Mass Jeff. is done gone dead, Dead an' buried, shu-ah! ”I seed him shove in de ground, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; I seed him shove in de ground, By de Abolitioners! ”One follored wid his message, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; One follored wid his message, Anoder wid his letters ob Mark. ”One carried his dyina ‘fession, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee; One carried his dyina ‘fession, Anoder some ‘Fed'rate bond's. ”Dey hung him on de gallus, Tweedledum, tweedledum, twe