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The Daily Dispatch: November 18, 1862., [Electronic resource], From Northern Virginia. (search)
Prison Items. --Forty men will be sent from Castle Thunder this morning under guard to rejoin their regiments. James B. Shook, a deserter for six months from the Fayette Artillery, was sent to prison yesterday. John Haley, a member of Company I, 16th Miss. Reg't, was sent out from the Castle last night, with a soldier armed with a musket, to get his clothes, prior to being sent to his regiment. Getting on Main street, he tripped up the unfortunate son of Mars, who fell sprawling in the street, and rapidly retreated. John F. Roberts, of the 19th Va. Battalion, was received at the prison for trial by Court-Martial. James Lyons, a paroled prisoner, was put in for deserting from Camp Lee. John W. Harris, of Capt. Robertson's Company, was put in on the charge of aiding a prisoner to escape. William B. Fleshman, of Bossioux's Guard, in confinement for a similar offence, was tried yesterday and honorably acquitted.
The Daily Dispatch: December 11, 1862., [Electronic resource], From Western Virginia. (search)
From Western Virginia. Princeton, Va., Dec. 6, 1862. A few days ago we had a very plain intimation from Brig.-Gen. Williams that an Examining Board, composed of gentlemen skilled in the science of war, would soon visit us for the purpose of inquiring into the fitness of regimental and company officers for their respective positions. --The effect of this has been to set every gold-braided and epauletted son of Mars studiously investigating the (to many of them) previously unexplained mysteries of Gillham and Hardee. The man Payne who was recently branded for desertion has died. He was so much mortified that he would not go to any house, but lay in the woods and caught cold in the wound. On the 4th inst. six others were publicly whipped for a like offence. If this should not check desertion recourse will be had to the extreme penalty of the law. For the last forty-eight hours the weather has been extremely severe, and many of our men have suffered very much. It is
The Daily Dispatch: December 30, 1862., [Electronic resource], Fredericksburg Relief fund. (search)
Owens was at the Petersburg Depot, Friday night, undertook to show him the way to a feed store owned by the Government, and on the way attempted to get even by robbery. In doing this they stabbed him in the face with a knife, under the left eye, and on his crying out ran off. He identified Clarke as one of the assailants, who was sent on for trial, Murphy proved an alibi and was let off. Jerry, slave of Riltabeth Richardson, was arraigned for entering the house of Joseph M Thompson, on Mars hall street, Friday, and stealing $31 in specie, $150 in notes, and several articles of jewelry. Thompson deposed that his house had been entered and robbed Friday evening, between three and four o'clock. Suspicion rested upon Jerry, because he was known as a "trader," and lived on an adjoining lot. The house of prisoner's wife being searched, a considerable amount of money and also of jewelry were discovered. None of it was identified by Mr. Thompson. An alibi was established for Jerry, a
The Daily Dispatch: April 16, 1863., [Electronic resource], Affairs on the black water. (search)
s many persons presume it is. From the most reliable information we have gleaned, he has lost forty thousand or more men by transfers and desertions since the battle of the 13th of December last. He has received very few, if any, reinforcements. His effective force will not exceed seventy thousand men. The health of our army is good. The soldiers are elastic and buoyant, and march nimbly in the drills to the sound of the drum, and life, and bugle. The profound silence in the field of Mars cannot continue long on the Rappahannock. Your readers may not be surprised to hear of the clash of arms at any moment. We hear but few in camp speak of the approaching election in Virginia. But little interest is manifested for civil affairs. Soldiers are more absorbed about war, mothers, wives, and sweethearts, than political tricksters. Young men have left the old ones at home to attend to these matters, and we trust they will elect good and efficient men. The most delectable
The Daily Dispatch: May 13, 1863., [Electronic resource], The killing of Maj. Gen. Van Dorn. (search)
g was justifiable. Dr. Peters, who killed him, was formerly State Senator from Hardman county, in this State, and is a gentleman of wealth, position and influence, whose family connections rank with the first in Tennessee. He is said to have approached Gen. Van Dorn in the street, and presenting a pistol shot him in the head. A correspondent of the Rebel, writing from Huntsville previous to the tragedy, says: "I fear that the officers of Van Dorn's army, from the lowest to the highest, are worshiping too often at the alters of Venus and Bachus, and have forgotten Mars altogether. --This is a very unfortunate feature in this war. "To think that the men upon whom the country have to depend in this serious crisis, for its very existence, are daily loosing the confidence of and the respect of their subordinates and the people generally, by a conduct which might be called licentious even in times of peace, when men might have some leisure hours to spend in revelry."
The Daily Dispatch: June 18, 1863., [Electronic resource], The Carnival of Jackasses. (search)
s is somewhat marred by the reflection that the objects of our animadversions will never take what we say to themselves; for their hides are so thick with self-conceit and arrogance that no spear of mortal fashioning could ever penetrate them, or if it could, would hurt a carcase which was never conscious of sensibility.--Like the swine, they have no blood in any surface part of their systems, and we should as soon think of putting a hog to death with the prick of a steel pen, as disturbing their composure with letting them know what the public think of them. But an avenging Nemesis is on the heels of these pseudo sons of Mars, "soldiers in peace and citizens in war," who dare to treat with contumely and contempt the suffering and wounded heroes of our country. The lions of this war will live in history, and so will the jackasses clothed in the lion's skin, and penned up in a hollow square, where honest men will laugh and jeer at the absurd and sorry spectacle till the end of time.
The Daily Dispatch: August 20, 1863., [Electronic resource], Additional from the North. (search)
1st Rhode-Island district gave his name as Samuel Bruns. On examination the letters B. C. were handsomely marked on his breast. When asked if his name was Samuel Burns what was the meaning of the above letters, with a twinkle of the eye he exclaimed, "That's for Bridget Connelly, my sweetheart." Gen. Hunter is at the Fillmore House, Newport, and Gen. Don Carlos Buell is at the Ocean House. Gen. Sherman attended Church last Sunday week, but the excessive heat caused this gallant son of Mars to faint. He was speedily taken to the open air and recovered. Brig. Gen. Butterfield, wounded at Gettysburg, passed through Boston on Tuesday, en route from the White Hills to New York. Col. C. C. Doolittle, 18th Michigan volunteers, was, a few days since, presented with a silver tea-set by the subordinate officers of the regiment at Nashville, Tenn. Gen. McClellan, of the Yankee army, had a narrow escape from drowning at Sag Harbor the other day. James Tallmadge, a nephew of Rev. S.
The Daily Dispatch: September 15, 1863., [Electronic resource], Negro man for sale (search)
Northern Va., September 12th, 1863. Little has occurred since my last to relieve the monotony that continues to reign supremely on the outposts. A death-like silence prevails along our picket lines from the lofty Blue Ridge to tide-water. Hostilities, as if by mutuality, have been suspended between the two most powerful armies of America. How long this apparent armistice will continue here I know not, perhaps until some huge and bloody tragedy can be performed on some other field of Mars. I have such unbounded confidence in the skill of Gen. Lee that I never allow my brain to be perplexed by idle conjectures about his schemes. Deserters from Gen. Meade's army are constantly coming into our camps. They give very unfavorable accounts of the army. They consist chiefly of drafted men from the New England States; generally well clad, but very unsoldierly like in their deportment, evincing a great want in drill and discipline. On yesterday I witnessed a review of Gen. Wm.
The Daily Dispatch: February 5, 1864., [Electronic resource], Successes in North Carolina--defeat of the enemy at Newbern — capture of prisoners. (search)
arth. The roar of a cannon has no such attraction for them as the music of the cricket in the corner, and even the midnight wallings of a disconsolate child are sweet music to the unearthly scream of a Hotchkiss or Parrott. They would not give the contents of one oyster shell for all the shells that the army have opened since the beginning of the war. They would rather go to bed rosy and reeling from a hard hit of Bacchus than lose a drop of their sacred claret under the malign influence of Mars. Their patriotism is very much akin to that of an old English preacher for his native island.--In his last moments, his faithful servant, John, endeavored to console him by saying: "Be comforted, my good master, you are going to a better place." "Ah, John," said the departing worthy, "there's no place like Old England." There's no place, in the estimation of some of our most muscular patriots, like their dear native sod. They have no idea of leaving it under any consideration. If they
The Daily Dispatch: March 5, 1864., [Electronic resource], For Sale. (search)
A row in a drinking House. --Yesterday morning, on passing a drinking saloon north of Broad st., a door or two above Seventh, our attention was directed to the violent ejection of a soldier, who was drunk, by a negro, after which the proprietress of the drinking house dealt the unfortunate inebriate a blow in his face. Soon after, a certain individual, halling from Baltimore, deeming it his duty, as the "fancy man" of the select hostess of the establishment, stepped up, and by violent gesticulations succeeded in quieting the friendless representative of Mars, and putting an end to the fracas. In granting licenses to carry on the restaurant business of this city it would be as well for the Court of Husting to require of the applicants certificates of respectability, and in no case to suffer a woman to deal in the poisonous fluid.
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