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The Daily Dispatch: September 26, 1861., [Electronic resource], Love and war. (search)
Love and war. --Gen. E. Kirhy Smith, having won as many laurels as the next one in the field of Mars, is about to enter the service of a gentler divinity. He will leave Richmond the present week for Lynchburg, where he is to be united in wedlock with one of Virginia's fair daughters. It is his purpose, we learn, to come South with his bride, and he may be expected in Savannah during the coming week, en route for his home in Florida. Our people, we feel assured, will receive most cordially the hero of Manassa. Sasannak Republican.
The Daily Dispatch: October 22, 1861., [Electronic resource], The Hunting season. (search)
The Hunting season. --The public mind is so much occupied with the war that it has no thought for the partridges. The huntsmen, too, have all gone off to fire at the enemy, who seem to be as hard to bring down on the wing as the birds, if we may judge from the Bull Run races. If there should be another fight in that direction shortly, by-the-by, we hope General Johnston will have a pack of greyhounds ready. It is the only way to catch a Yankee. But, as we were saying, huntsmen are scarce, and shot sells very high; so the birds are likely to be little disturbed this season. So it is a very ill wind that blows nobody any good. We hear, however, of a few, above the age for military service, who are getting ready to take the field, not of Mars, but of Diana. The birds, we learn, are very small, and we hope they will not be disturbed until they get older and the weather gets colder. A partridge ought not to be shot before the first day of November.
The Daily Dispatch: November 21, 1861., [Electronic resource], Paid Chaplains. (search)
le ones should suffer or be thrown upon the charities of his neighbors, while he was laboring almost free of charge in the tented field for a country abounding in wealth. "A Chaplain Without Pay" will excuse me for agreeing with him, exactly, when he says, "in fact there is no necessity for any paid Chaplains for this city." My "plea" was exclusively perhaps should have been so stated, for whose men of God, who, in addition to the usual concomitants of the pulpit, buckle on the armor of Mars, and undergo the privations of the camp. As to the "soldiers contributing something extra to the support" of the man they want, and who won't stay for $50 per month, this is all stuff. Many a poor soldier here, near Centreville, who, while at home in his little hut, surrounded by his industrious wife and barefoot little children, can luxuriate without cost upon rich milk and sweet butter, and all kinds of vegetables, can scarcely lay up, per month, enough to buy his wife a calico dress,
The Daily Dispatch: January 13, 1862., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
lind by lustre. Good is Jehovah in the gift of sunshine, Nor less the goodness in the storm and thunder: Mercies and judgments both proceed from kindness.-- Infinite kindness. O, then, exult, that God forever reigned! Cloud, which around hinder our perception, Hind us the stronger to exalt his name and Shout louder praises. Then to the wisdom of my Lord and Mesire I will commit that I have or wish for; Sweetly a babes sleep will I give my life up When called to yield it. Now, Mars, I dare thee clad in smoky pillars, Bureding from roating from the cannon, Ratting in grapeshot, like a storm of hailstones, Torturing other. Up the black leavets let the spreading flames rise, Low'ring, like Egypt, o'er the fallen city, Wantonly burnt down. From the dire caverns made by ghastly miners Let the explosion, terrible to nature, Heave the creed town, with all its wealth and people, Quick to destruction. Still shall the banner of the King of Heaven Never advance whe
The Daily Dispatch: January 15, 1862., [Electronic resource], article 5 (search)
at our "fortifications." Naught now remains but to advise you, my expected recruits, of the prescribed uniform. A pattern has been adopted by a board appointed for the purpose, and a specimen may be seen at No.--Main street, painted on another board, which hangs over the sidewalk. It is one garment, of simple, cheap material, of color, the warlike red; to be worn, without attachment, when the enemy are expected when they come, there will be immediately attached to the extremely of the skirt thereof a long white steamer, with wh every man should be supplied, to indicate to the enemy, as it flutters in the breeze, our perfect fearlessness of his approach, and confidence in the bosom of our Mars and the heels of our Achilles. Let your skirts be cut wide and the stuff of such consistency, that when fully distended in the heal of action, small boys might readily play at that profane game of "marvels, " even on its outer border. Come and enlist with Cold Water H.
The Daily Dispatch: January 16, 1862., [Electronic resource], article 17 (search)
rtainment, criticized severely the conduct of some young sons-lieutenants who drank wine to excess, "and seemed of little use except to tear ladies' dresses with their spurs." The expression was considered an affront, and the blood thirsty sons of Mars determined to challenge him in turn, until he fell.--The next day found them in the Bois de Boulogne. They fought. De Perie was a master of the sword as well as, of the pen, and had besides a stout heart to back a steady eye and strong right arm. He stood up man. fully to wipe out No. 1. on the list of thirty. He succeeded. While the surgeon was staunching the blood that flowed from his opponent's wound, another of the blood-thirsty sons of Mars, M. Hyen, a powerful man and fencing-master to the corps, demanded a continuance of the struggle. Wearied by the previous fight, De Perie was in no condition to meet a fresh antagonist, but crossed swords to prevent being murdered; and Hyen, amid cries of "shame, shame," from his own
The Daily Dispatch: March 5, 1862., [Electronic resource], Supplies not to be out off. (search)
proclamation was in no wise designed to include them, and that they can come and go with their usual freedom, though their rights as a drinking population are so materially circumscribed that they need not hope for their accustomed supply of "sperrits." It is to be hoped that they may find consolation for the absence of the last-mentioned article in the enhanced price that their garden stuff, chickens, ducks, &c., will new be sure to command. The city being now very much crowded with sons of Mars — officers as well as privates — the hens can be used for food for the privates, while the chicken-cocks will serve to inspire the brave boys who bear commissions in the army. Let the country people, come, one and all. P. S.--Since the above was written we learn that the marksmen will be permitted to come and go from this city as in former times, until the full establishment of the Provost Marshal's guard, when a system of passports, suitable to the occasion, will be introduced, which p
The Daily Dispatch: March 17, 1862., [Electronic resource], article 5 (search)
Patriotic. --All save one of the actors at the theatre are foreigners, and not, therefore, liable to militia duty. They have, however, determined to organize in military style and hold themselves in readiness to do their part towards expelling the invader. Taken all together, the employees of the concern would make quite a respectable company. No captain has yet been chosen, but the representatives of mimic life would not have to go far to find a man bred to the profession of arms willing to be their leader. Professor Hewitt, albeit more used of late years to the flow of musical numbers than the clash of resounding arms, is a graduate of the West Point Military Academy, and would be but too happy to don the nor of a son of Mars.
The Daily Dispatch: March 17, 1862., [Electronic resource], From Mobile. (search)
ctice or science of military matters, and you were offered an appointment as Captain, or Colonel, or General in the Confederats army, with a salary of one, two, or three thousand dollars per annum, would you not unhesitatingly reply, "I know nothing of the art of war; am too old to learn, and will not, for the sake of fifthy lucre, betray my country !" "Appoint somebody also who has learned military affairs, either at school or in camp." Are stump orators Gods; born like Minerva, Bellona, or Mars, full armed, all- wise and invincible chieftains; and you, my intelligent readers, made of different and of baser clay, can you conceive it possible for a mere mortal, past fifty, to become a good soldier or a great General, without previous study, or practice, or experience? Cartainly not. If a single one of our improvised officers makes a good leader from the start, he must be like Joan of Are, inspired from above. But the day of miracles and of impiration has passed, and we are doomed to
The Daily Dispatch: April 2, 1862., [Electronic resource], A year of trials. (search)
Now when the tyrant plants his heel Upon your scored mother's breast, And robs her sons of rest. Chorus: Awake, arise my warriors ! And in the battle's fiery breath, Cry, as you cleave the invader down, "Liberty, liberty or death." II. On glorious Manassas' proud old plains, Down came the tyrant wish a boast-- Down came he to the feast of death Where now is all his mighty host ? Go, count the skulls upon the ground, Where hungry ravens picked their food; Where the parch'd earth did drink that day, And quenched her thirst with blood ! Chorus: Awake, &c. III. On, my warriors ! On, my braves ! Beyond Potomac's waters blue. Spare not one accursed foe, Although he crouch and pray to you ! On, To Southrons, to the charge ! When burning Mars the blood-red star, This crimson banner o'er you waves, And shakes the world with war ! Chorus: To the charge, to the charge, my writers ! And, 'midst the battle's fiery breath. Shout your war cry as you strike, Liberty, liberty or death."
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