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Matthew Arnold, Civilization in the United States: First and Last Impressions of America., III: a word more about America. (search)
if the Americans do not envy us this possession, they ought to. And my friend, one of the great Liberal party which has now, I suppose, pretty nearly run down its deceased wife's sister, poor thing, has his hand and heart full, so far as politics are concerned, of the question of church disestablishment. He is eager to set to work at a change which, even if it were desirable (and I think it is not), is yet off the line of those reforms which are really pressing. Mr. Lyulph Stanley, Professor Stuart, and Lord Richard Grosvenor are waiting ready to help him, and perhaps Mr. Chamberlain himself will lead the attack. I admire Mr. Chamberlain as a politician, because he has the courage — and it is a wise courage — to state large the reforms we need, instead of minimizing them. But like Saul, before his conversion, he breathes out threatenings and slaughter against the Church, and is likely, perhaps, to lead an assault upon her. He is a formidable assailant, yet I suspect he might bre
tter on which it is now useless to speculate. There would be more of contempt in the one case, and more of indignation in the other; but it could make little difference practically with General McClellan whether he was the victim of want of decision or want of frankness. lie was entitled to fair dealing, and the country was entitled to consistency and firmness. In the management of great interests like these, caprice expands to the dimensions of crime. On the 13th of June the rebel General Stuart, with fifteen hundred cavalry and four pieces of artillery, made a sudden dash upon a small cavalry force we had at Hanover Court-House, and overpowered them. They then swept on to Tunstall's Station on the York Railroad, made an attack upon a railway-train, which contrived to escape in spite of obstructions which had been laid upon the track, though the engineer and some of the passengers were killed. A detachment was sent off to White House to destroy stores, and the main body pushed
ement the army had been deficient in cavalry; and after the battle of Antietam constant reconnoissances upon the Virginia side of the river, to learn the enemy's position and movements, had broken down the greater part of the cavalry-horses. A violent disease, attacking the hoof and tongue, soon after broke out among the animals, and at one time put nearly four thousand of them out of condition for service. To such an extent had the cavalry arm become reduced, that when the Confederate general Stuart made his raid into Pennsylvania, on the 11th of October, with two thousand men, penetrating as far as Chambersburg, General McClellan could only mount eight hundred men to follow him. Few civilians have any notion of the number of horses which are required by an army of a hundred thousand men. Indeed, we may go further, and say that few civilians have any distinct notion of what an army of a hundred thousand men is. We repeat the words mechanically, as we repeat the distances of the sola
ered fragments of companies General Johnston gathered several hundred, and requested Colonel Thomas to take them to a position, which he indicated a short distance off. It was in performing this service that this gallant gentleman fell, pierced to the heart. The artillery captured upon the field had splendid horses attached to them, caparisoned in the best style. Sixty-two of them were brought together the next morning. In the rout, however, the artillerists, to save themselves from Colonel Stuart, of our cavalry, cut loose the horses, and left the cannon in the road. The mortality was immense on both sides. Upon ours the returns will show about six hundred killed and twenty-five hundred wounded. Upon theirs about fifteen hundred fell dead, and forty-five hundred wounded. We could have had as many prisoners as ten thousand, but what good would it have done to take them and feed them? --Richmond Dispatch, July 29. Visit to the battle-field. A correspondent of the Rich
e limits, and the firm resolve to conquer or die. Such an army, so inspired and so determined, could only impress friends with joy and pride, and foes with fear. The head of the column moving on the turnpike was Col. Thomas's Brigade, a detachment of the Second United States Cavalry, a section of the Rhode Island Battery, and McMullin's Rangers, acting as skirmishers, forming the advance guard. Between the village of Darksville and Bunker Hill the cavalry of the enemy, in command of Col. Stuart, made their appearance. The Rangers opened upon them, but they were too far off for their fire to be effective, and the troopers scattered and scampered off. At this place the whole squadron, some six or seven hundred, made a show of fight, and the Rhode Island Artillery threw a few shot and shell among them, when they again scampered. Our cavalry followed and overtook some of them, killing one sergeant, taking prisoners one captain, one lieutenant, and three privates, and capturing six
k, August 16, 1861. Colonel George Lyons, Commanding 8th Regiment, N. Y. S. M.:-- sir: I beg leave to submit the following report. When our forces retreated, after the action of the 21st July, several surgeons, myself among the number, deemed it our duty to remain with the wounded, of whom there were about 300 in and about Sudley Church, the place assigned us for a hospital. About half an hour after our forces moved off the field, the church was surrounded by a troop of cavalry from Colonel Stuart's First Virginia regiment, and we were all, both wounded and surgeons, made prisoners-of-war. We were allowed, however, to remain at our duty till the next afternoon, (Monday,) when all the surgeons were taken in ambulances to Manassas, kept all night, and the next day a parole offered us, and our accepting it was made a condition to our being allowed to return to the wounded at Sudley Church. Those who chose to take the parole, myself among the number, were sent immediately back, and
very foes had brought destruction and destitution upon her home and fireside — and that they had crossed into her country for the purpose of subverting its institutions, and the form of government it had chosen, as a free people, to establish for itself. Indeed, I fully agree with you. May all the distress of this unholy war be visited upon the heads of those who are responsible for it, and may the Almighty Ruler of the Universe, in His infinite goodness and wisdom, (continue to) prosper the righteous cause! A gentleman of this State, Mr. Kinlaw Fauntleroy, a private in Col. Stuart's cavalry brigade, has in his possession a miniature portrait of Col. Cameron and wife, which he intends to return to their friends after the war; for at present no inter-course of the kind is admissible between the two contending parties. With much respect, I remain your most obedient servant, G. T. Beauregard, Gen'l Com'g. Mrs. S. Z. Evans, No. 553 Capitol Hill, Washington, D. C.--Richmond Whig.
e natural risks incident to the life of a soldier, are well calculated to inspire serious and sentimental reflection. The apprehension of parents and friends that military experience leads to dissipation and recklessness, is not, generally, well founded. Many who, at home, are not in the habit of thinking of religion, or of their own future state, meditate profoundly upon these things amid the loneliness of camp life. The following beautiful lines were written by a private in Company G of Stuart's Engineer regiment, at Camp Lesley, near Washington. In explanation of one of the verses of the poem, it is right to state that white rags are frequently scattered along the sentinel's path, of a dark night, to mark his beat.--Philadelphia Press. The Countersign. Alas! the weary hours pass slow, The night is very dark and still, And in the marshes far below, I hear the bearded whip-poor-will; I scarce can see a yard ahead, My ears are strained to catch each sound-- I hear the leaves ab
Noble conduct of Mrs. Captain Ricketts.--The heroic conduct of Mrs. Ricketts, the wife of Captain James B. Ricketts, who was severely wounded at Bull Run, is the theme of much praise. Mrs. Ricketts pushed through the enemy's lines alone when she heard her husband was captured, and took her place with him in the hospital, from which she never emerged until this week. When she arrived in Richmond, General Stuart asked her to sign a parole of honor. She refused. He persisted in writing it, and handed her the document. She tore it up instantly, and carried the fragments to her husband. When Captain Ricketts was carried to Richmond, crowds flocked to see the commander of Sherman's battery, as they insisted on calling it.
tention I it's his way. Appealing from his native sod, In forma pauperis to God-- “Lay bare thine arm, stretch forth thy rod! Amen!” That's “Stonewall's way.” He's in the saddle now. Fall in! Steady I the whole brigade! Hill's at the ford, cut off — we'll win His way out, ball and blade! What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? “Quick-step! we're with him before dawn 1” That's “Stonewall Jackson's way.” The sun's bright lances rout the mists Of morning, and by George! Here's Longstreet struggling in the lists, Hemmed in an ugly gorge. Pope and his Yankees, whipped before, “Bay'nets and grape!” near Stonewall roar; “Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score I” Is “Stonewall Jackson's way.” Ah! maiden, wait and watch and yearn For news of Stonewall's band! Ah! widow, read with eyes that burn That ring upon thy hand. Ah! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on Thy life shall not be all forlorn. The foe had better ne'er been born Tha