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The Daily Dispatch: May 11, 1864., [Electronic resource] 2 0 Browse Search
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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 1 1 Browse Search
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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.9 (search)
d in 1860, and the authorship credited to Lytle. General Lytle was a gallant Federal soldier, respected and honored by the Confederates. Our honored friend and fellow-citizen, Major Douglass West, who was himself a brave and loyal soldier of the Confederacy, first discovered the body of Lytle on the field in his dying moments, and had him removed to the Confederate hospital. Major West furnishes the States with the following interesting and very touching interview on the subject: Colonel Wests account. There is no one more familiar with the death and attendant circumstances of the author of I am Dying, Egypt, Dying, than Colonel Douglass West, of this city, who performed such kindly services towards a fallen foe after General Lytle had received his death wounds. Colonel West was called on at his residence and asked to narrate some of these incidents, but the old soldier felt constrained, fearing that what he might say would be considered prompted by egotism. When the rep
The Daily Dispatch: May 11, 1864., [Electronic resource], A Yankee description of Garibaldi in London. (search)
streets were swarming more than usual. The omnibus and cab drivers had the Italian colors — red, white and green, on their breasts — and the low fresh were at their doors angry and excited — cursing all who wore the colors, and abusing the "church robber" Already at 11½ the best seats around Charring Cross were occupied-the balconies of houses covered with people — although it was certain that the hero could not pass that way for six or seven hours. Reaching slowly, by reason of the crowd, Wests blaster Bridge, I embarked on the little steamer that took me up to Nine Elms Station. Around this the crowd was already vast. Entering the station and reaching my place near the platform where Garibaldi was to be received. I found an immense crowd waiting there, each of whom had paid a guineas for his or her ticket. At last the agitation of the multitude announced that the train had arrived. People pressed forward. On the great glass roof of the building people climbed up (outside)
The Daily Dispatch: July 16, 1864., [Electronic resource], Formal murder of Confederate soldiers. (search)
ey were brought to the scaffold erected in the yard back of the penitentiary building, and a few minutes given them to make any remarks or engage in prayer. Precisely at eleven clock a cap was drawn over their faces, the signal given, and they were launched into eternity. They were named William Lemmon, Cyrus Lee Cathle, Jesse B. Necren, Thomas R. West, and Benjamin F. West, respectively charged with assault with intent to kill, bushwhacking, robbery, and murder Lemmon, Necren, and the two Wests protested their innocence. Cathle acknowledged his guilt, and gave a short history of his life, but as he talked very low, only a few persons present could hear him. The prisoners all stood firm and composed, except Cathle, whose wife had been permitted to visit him daily since he was sentenced, and remained with him during the last night of his life. He was considerably excited, and while the rope was being adjusted had to be supported by the Lieutenant in charge until the fatal pro