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Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, chapter 7 (search)
bout the robbing of the Virginia banks by the Confederates but not a word is said in their public prints about the $300,000 they stole from the bank at Greenville, S. C., nor the thousands they have taken in spoils from private houses, as well as from banks, since these angels of peace descended upon us. They have everything their own way now, and can tell what tales they please on us, but justice will come yet. Time brings its revenges, though it may move but slowly. Some future Motley or Macaulay will tell the truth about our cause, and some unborn Walter Scott will spread the halo of romance around it. In all the poems and romances that shall be written about this war, I prophesy that the heroes will all be rebels, or if Yankees, from some loyal Southern State. The bare idea of a full-blown Yankee hero or heroine is preposterous. They made no sacrifices, they suffered no loss, and there is nothing on their side to call up scenes of pathos or heroism. This afternoon our premi
u have it, it will be felt and silently acknowledged; if exacted by words or bearing, it will be withheld. With the consciousness of having deserved well be content. If you deserve well, the merit of it will usually be accorded to you. But no one must try to find out what people think of actions he himself may approve. At the same time that the good opinion of those by whom we are surrounded is to be highly valued, those who fish for it usually catch minnows. Avoid in your speaking what Macaulay calls carmagnoles (puns, jests, rant, interjections), but few conditions of society admit their use. Your own good sense, my dear son, has already suggested to you better counsel than I can give you; but it is the privilege of age to make youth suffer in that way, and you perceive I use my privilege. Your affectionate father, A. Sidney Johnston. Brazoria County, Texas, December 11, 1848. my dear will: Your last letter, giving renewed assurance of the satisfactory progress and
om the Cabinet snobs?” “Will Russell (the Cockney!) be thrown in the sea?” “Will the princes of Bourbon both Brigadiers be?” Le Baton most familiarly nicks the high names; Says, “the old codger (Scott) is always up with his sprains;” “Little Mac,” for McClellan, for Seward, says “Billy.” Talks of “Johnnie Fremont,” and of “Jessie, his filly.” And all of these things with a sodlier-like air, With a swagger and swell and a saucer-eyed stare, As becomes the great stick--Le Baton Militaire. Macaulay gave glory to Hall of Navarre With his oriflamme plume, as a signal afar, For the thick of the scrimmage — the tide of the war; But, bless you, 'twas nought to the one I exalt In the praise of this hero, who never cries “Halt!” “Nor” Charge! “for that matter, (for Marshal Baton Doesn't command,) but lie still is the pride of my song. He follows the progress of fleeting events, Without stirring a peg in his country's defence. He quotes you Hardee, twirling
A correspondent of the Richmond Whig, writing from Norfolk, gives the following account of affairs at the time of the destruction of the Gosport Navy Yard:-- The truth is, everybody was drunk, from Commodore Macaulay, the commandant, down. The Commodore was so drunk as to be incapable of any duty, and had to be borne to the ship on a litter. Nearly every officer, it was reported, was having a high old time. It seems we have a swilling set opposed to us, even those filling the highest stations. A gentleman arrived here this morning, who, with several others, was arrested while passing through Washington, for being Southerners, and taken into the presence of the august Baboon. He declares that Lincoln was so drunk that he could scarcely maintain his seat in the chair; and it was notorious in Washington that he had been in a state of intoxication for more than thirty-six hours. The man is scared nearly to death, and few people in that city are in any better condition.--N. O. D
of letters the influence of the Church of Rome had been generally favorable to science, to civilization, and to good government. Why? Why, asks my friend from Ohio, is the Church of Rome so favorable to science, to civilization, and to good government? Let the gentleman answer: Because her system held then, as it holds now, all distinctions of caste as odious. [Great laughter.] She regards no man — bond or free, white or black — as disqualified for the priesthood. This doctrine has, as Macaulay develops in his introductory chapters to his English history, mitigated many of the worst evils of society; for where race tyrannized over race, or baron over villein, Catholicism came between them and created an aristocracy altogether independent of race or feudalism, compelling even the hereditary master to kneel before the spiritual tribunal of the hereditary bondsman. The childhood of Europe was passed under the guardianship of priestly teachers, who taught, as the scene in the Sistine
Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, part 1.4, chapter 1.9 (search)
and on the shores of the Washita, Saline, and Arkansas Rivers, as the more profitable commissions were gained in dealings with country merchants between Harrisonburg and Arkadelphia, and between Napoleon and Little Rock. From these business tours I acquired a better geographical knowledge than any amount of school-teaching would have given me; and at one time I was profound in the statistics relating to population, commerce, and navigation of the Southern and South-Western States. Just as Macaulay was said to be remarkable for being able to know a book from beginning to end by merely turning over its pages, I was considered a prodigy by my father and his intimate friends for the way names and faces clung to my memory. I could tell the name of every steamer we had passed, the characteristics of her structure, and every type of man we met. A thing viewed, or a subject discussed likely to be useful, became impressed indelibly on the mind. Probably this mental acquisitiveness was stimu
ular, though in a somewhat different way, are the people of these Northern States, during the late war. No Spaniard was ever half so diligent in his handling of stone, and mortar, as was the Yankee soldier in throwing up his earth-work. His industry in this regard was truly wonderful. If the Confederate soldier ever gave him half an hour's breathing-time, he was safe. With pick and spade he would burrow in the ground like a rabbit. When the time comes for that New-Zealander, foretold by Macaulay, to sit on the ruins of London bridge, and wonder what people had passed away, leaving such gigantic ruins behind them, we would recommend him to come over to these States, and view the miles of hillocks that the industrious Yankee moles threw up during our late war; and speculate upon the genus of the animal gifted with such wonderful instincts. But to return to our tour of inspection. The famous underground galleries of the Rock of Gibraltar, are huge tunnels, blasted and bored, foot
1870. 109,816GirdDec. 6, 1870. 110,735BukerJan. 3, 1871. 111,129MacaulayJan. 24, 1871. 112,189SmithFeb. 28, 1871. 112,678BennorMar. 14, 1868. 77,715ChabotMay 12, 1868. 80,907ByrkitAug. 11, 1868. 86,848MacaulayFeb. 9, 1869. 89,417McArthurApr. 27, 1869. 93,665DavisJuly 27, 18. 107,041HarlowSept. 6, 1870. 108,020HarperOct. 4, 1870. 109,828MacaulayDec. 6, 1870. 111,359MackJan. 31, 1871. 111,452HigginsJan. 31, 185Parham et al.Apr. 16, 1869. 91,684StackpoleJune 22, 1869. 93,460MacaulayAug. 10, 1869. 94,384BlanchardAug. 31, 1869. 94,924SupleeSept. 149,782MoscheowitzFeb. 15, 1870. 100,112BooneFeb. 22, 1870. 100,909MacaulayMar. 15, 1870. 103,549BlanchardMay 31, 1870. (Reissue.)4,002C 81,080GoodrichAug. 18, 1868. 87,810WheelockMar. 16, 1869. 93,459MacaulayAug. 10, 1869. 98,409Pratt et al.Dec. 28, 1869. 99,122WarnerJan. persons, and 107,074 foot-passengers. This is the spot from which Macaulay's New-Zealander is supposed to view the ruins of the old city once
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, C. P. Cranch. (search)
t a giant himself, but he knew how to distinguish true greatness from the spurious commodity. Emerson considered his varied accomplishments his worst enemy; but that depends on how you choose to look at it. It is probable enough that if Cranch had followed out a single pursuit to its perfection, and if he had not lived so many years in Europe, he would have been a more celebrated man; but Cranch did not care for celebrity. He was content to live and to let live. Men of great force, like Macaulay and Emerson, who impress their personality on the times in which they live, communicate evil as well as good; but Cranch had no desire to influence his fellow men, and for this reason his influence was of a purer quality. It was like the art of Albert Durer. No one could conceive of Cranch's injuring anybody; and if all men were like him there would be no more wars, no need of revolutions. Force, however, is necessary to combat the evil that is already established. He died at his hous
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, The War Governor. (search)
of Infinite Justice. Thaddeus Stevens introduced a bill for the purpose June 4, 1864, and after waiting a whole year the colored soldiers received their dues. Andrew declared in his message to Congress that this affair was a disgrace to the National Government; and I fear we shall have to agree with him. At this time there were not less than five thousand officers drawing pay in the Union armies above the requisite proportion of one officer to twenty-two privates. Sixty years ago Macaulay noticed the injurious effects on oratory of newspaper publication. Parliamentary speeches were written to be read rather than to be listened to. It was a peculiarity of Andrew, however, that he wrote his letters and even his messages to the Legislature as if he were making a speech. In conversation he was plain, sensible and kindly. He made no pretensions to oratory in his public addresses, but his delivery was easy, clear, and emphatic. At times he spoke rather rapidly, but not so m