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May - August, 1864
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Still Waters Run Deep;” song “Rock me to Sleep Mother;” to
conclude with “State Secrets”
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Masks and Faces;” “Perfection”; May 5th—“
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The following named gentlemen are the officers of the association.
J. F. Cummings, President.
J. G. M. Ramsey, Vice-President.
John E. Hatcher, Secretary.
John Frizzell, Treasurer.
W. B. Hayes.
Rev. Dr. L. D. Huston.
T. A. Cleage.
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Funny.—A soldier just from Johnson’s army, gives the following
amusing account of an examination of a lieutenant in camps a few days since.
He says the boys had considerable fun over it and would like to see it in
print:
Exchange.
Examination of Lieutenant --------
Question.—What is an army?
Answer.—A big crowd of men and officers, half fed and lousy.
Q.—What is the position of a soldier?
A.—Head up, heels down, eyes equally open; neither bow-legged, nor
knock-kneed, dirty hands, whiskers long and hair short, bread-basket not too
full, but rather empty.
Q.—What is the duties of a Brigadier General?
A.—To smoke fine cigars, look wise, put fellows in the stocks, claim
all the glory, and try to be promoted.
Q.—The duty of a missionary?
A.—Holding meetings, holler loud, forrage [sic] for butter milk, and
stray in the rear when danger is near?
Q.—The duties of a lieutenant?
A.—Wear his bars and to wish for more of them, get furlough to go home,
and tell the men to “close up” on a march—“silence in ranks” on a
drill.
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Hall—“Masks and Faces;” “Box and Cox”
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Old Hats Made New.
Those having old Felt Hats (Wool or Fur) can have them thoroughly
renewed, reshaped, stiffened, dyed and beautifully finished, by leaving them, on
next Saturday afternoon, by five o’clock, at the Auction Store of Atkinson
& Shecut. The hats should be
marked with the owner’s name and the size desired.
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$550 Reward.
Ran away, or was decoyed off by some white person on the 29th
April, my Negro Boy Solomon.
He is of a bright copper color, has kinky hair, is fifteen years old,
heavy set, (though rather small to his age,) quite intelligent—knows the
alphabet, can read words of two or three syllables, and is well posted in
current events.—He had on when he went off a white cotton shirt, striped
cotton pants, and a glazed military cap. I
apprehend he was carried off by some soldier, as there were several seen lurking
about the neighborhood at the time. I
will pay Fifty Dollars reward for his arrest and lodgment in any safe jail, and
Five Hundred for the person who decoyed him off, if such is the case.
Address me at
W. H. McElmurray.
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Letter from Longstreet’s Army.
In spite of the grand preparations now being made to reduce
In the army there is the same indifference to Grant’s gigantic
preparations. The war-worn Southern
soldier shrugs his shoulder as he looks across the Rapidan and says to his
comrades, “somebody over yonder is going to be hurt before they get into
It is very strange how easily our people go in to fevers over foreign
importations. There is considerable
itching now to lionize the lately imported Yankee doctrix—Miss Mary Walker.
At the sight of “skedaddle”—a new coined Yankee word by some
correspondent—everything in the South got to skedaddling.
If one bowed out of a parlor, he skedaddled; if a chicken flew, it was
skedaddling. So horses skedaddled,
dogs skedaddled, and the whole animal, and sometimes vegetable kingdom of the
South, got to be a nation of skedaddlers. Having
to travel some distance with her on the railroad, many facts as to her real
character were noticed. She is as
shrewd as any Yankee general is; quite ugly, and freckled to help it; has a
sharp, Brother Jonathan nose and receding chin; talks very well, and the
surgeons say, is educated in the way she professes.
Her personal attire is decidedly manish, which she calls Bloomer, or
reform. Her blue surtout is nothing
but a military overcoat, and those pants crammed into the very largest size
lady’s boots, is seen constantly imitated by the cavalry.
Bloomer the mischief! Her
fame seemed to outrun her, for at every depot there was a crowd to see the throw
[?]; doors, windows, passways, and everything else where a head could exist, was
occupied by whites, darkies, mulattoes—great and small—in perfect olla
podrida.
The correspondent of the Macon Confederate discovered that she was
embarrassed when produced in camp at
Tout-le-Monde.
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[Correspondence of
the
The
Trans-Mississippi Department.
The past week has been fraugaht [sic] with interest to us of the
Trans-Mississippi Department. The
news of the rapid and devastating march of the enemy, since the fall of Fort Du
Russey, through one of the most beautiful and fertile regions of this
Department, which is laid waste by our ruthless invader, has ere this reached
you. Nothing escaped them.
It was such a raid as the buccaneer Morgan used to make on the coast of
After the fall of Fort De Russey (why and how it fell I leave to those
who know to tell) our army fell back before a vastly superior force, though Dick
Taylor offered them battle at Carrol Jones’s, forty miles south of
Natchitoches, which the Yankess [sic] declined.
Killed—Gen. Mouton, Captain Alex. Chalmers, Capt. Chauncy Sheppard,
major Caufield, Col. Beard, Col. Nobles, Col. Armand and Lt. Col. Walker.
Wounded—
Second Day—Captured prisoners all day, principally from the 19th
army corps, some from the 13th. Enemy
in retreating burned many wagons and threw away thousands of guns and knapsacks.
Nim’s celebrated battery was captured the first day.
We have 500 wounded at Mansfield and Kerchi [sic]—all doing well.
All of Mouton’s division.
I append a copy of Gen. Taylor’s official despatch [sic] to Lieut. Gen.
Smith: . . .
On the 9th our “Murat of the West,” Gen. Tom Green,
engaged them at Carrolton’s Mills, nine miles from the battle field of the
previous day, when a terrific fight took place.
The enemy were driven back with a fearful loss.
Churchill, of
We feel secure here, though we are prepared for any emergency.
The Federals cannot reach here by water, and we have a well disciplined
army of veteran troops to repel any advance by land.
Gen. Fagan’s
The 2d
Day before yesterday seven gunboats and twenty-seven transports came as
high as Loggy Bayou, twenty-two miles below here, by land, and sixty by water.
After remaining some time, endeavoring to remove the obstructions, they
left yesterday, Banks having succeeded in communicating to them his defeat.
Last accounts of them were that four were aground, and would probably
fall into our hands by today, or be destroyed by them.
Our army were never in better condition.—The citizens never seemed
better disposed to second and support the movements of our military men, and are
determined to raise crops, if in sound of the booming cannon.
The enemy advanced from
I will write you again in a few days.
Yours,
Pegs.
P. S.—Up to 6 o’clock
this evening 5,000 prisoners have been captured.
Marmaduke repulsed Steele (Fed.) on the Little Missouri, in
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Hall—“Venitia, the Italian Bride;” to conclude with “That Blessed
Baby”
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Sew So Sow!!!
Sewing Machine Needles.—A fine lot for Wheeler & Wilson’s
Machine.
Grass Seed.—Hungarian, or “German Millet,”—can be sown now,
and on good land, will do to cut in sixty days.
Chinese Sugar Cane Seed, Pure and genuine!
Brooms!—A lot of extra quality.
Garden Seed!—A general assortment, &c., &c., &c.
C. N. Frost & Co.,
(Office Southern Cultivator)
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Pic Nics.—These are now the order of the day, and our young friends of
both sexes seem to be taking advantage of the bright cerulean skies and soft
balmy air of May by indulging in the innocent recreations peculiar to this
month. The canal is of all places we
no [sic] of, the most beautiful and picturesque for amusements of this kind.
An agreeable trip of about an hour and half brings you to the locks—a
most romantic place and at this season of the year presenting a beautiful
appearance.
The wide-spreading trees over the platform constructed for dancing
affords an ample shade for the youths and maidens who desire “to trip the
light fantastic toe in the giddy mazes of the dance,” whilst those who do not
dance can amuse themselves in various other ways.
On Wednesday we had the pleasure of attending one of these social
gatherings which was honored by the presence of some of
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Hall—“Richard the Third;” “That Blessed Baby”
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Southern Goods.
75 Gross Pressed Tumblers,
20 Kegs Cut Tacks, 8, 10, 12 oz.,
10 “
3d Nails,
6000 lbs Wire, from 5 to 10.
50 lbs. “Pick Nick Club”
Smoking Tobacco, in one pound bales.
For sale at
H. T. Grenwood.
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Cotton Cards.
7 Cases No. 10, English Cotton Cards.
Chamberlain, Isaacs & Co.
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Love at First
Sight—A Story of Blighted
Hearts and Broken
Heads.
“Bricks,” a writer in the Atlanta Register, furnishes the following
pleasant light reading, which in the absence of stirring war news, will be found
highly diverting.
Soon after a big fight in which I was engaged, I bought an unexpired
furlough of a friend of mine, who had no further use for it, and went down to
Savannah to spend it, and to see a young lady to whom I had an idea of making
love, having been told that she was as rich as a Confederate Jew.
In fact, I went down with the fixed determination to marry her, but
declined to do so, for the seemingly frivulous [sic] reason that the arrangement
did not meet the approbation of the lady and her friends.
Her brother, a colonel in the army, at home on furlough, seemed
particularly a little disposed to deprecate the match, and vaguely hinted as
much the second time I called by escorting me to the door with his hand
ceremoniously grasping the collar of my coat, and kindly assisting me to descend
the steps by projecting against me, to keep me from falling backwards, a cavalry
boot weighing something less than a ton. After
a mature reflection I was partially satisfied that my visits did not afford the
entire family that high degree of satisfaction I had been led to expect, and I
discontinued them.
Soon after this, while knocking around town one evening, I stumbled upon
a theatre, and went in to witness the cold blooded murder of somebody’s
tragedy. I found a seat in the pit.
In looking around upon the array of beauty and chivalry in the boxes, my
unsuspecting eyes suddenly fell upon the most beautiful girl that the world ever
saw, or probably ever will see. There
is certainly nothing like her to be found in sacred or profane history.
The rapturous shock, the thrill of ecstacy I experienced on beholding her
were tremendous in the extreme. The
shock of the most powerful galvanic battery were a gentle touch of an infant’s
caressing finger in comparison. I
seemed to be driven through the floor, as it were, like a tenpenny nail under
the sledge hammer of a Titan.
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This terrific sensation, which swept over my heart like a
I could not withdraw my gaze from her bewitching face.
It rested there for hours! she
smiled! Ye gods!
what a glorious smile! My
heart, my soul, my entire personal individuality floated away to the seventh
heaven of love, leaving my wardrobe seated in the pit, an unconscious spectator
of the gorgeous scene around it:
“I saw the soft light of love’s heaven
In the depths of her beautiful eyes—
I drank the sweet rapture of heaven
From the depths of those beautiful eyes.”
The curtain fell upon the last act, or it may have been upon the first;
or it may not have fallen at all. Indeed,
there may have been no curtain. I
only know that the audience rose to go—at least she did, and I presume
the rest did also, as I cannot see what motive they could have for remaining
after she left. I can barely
remember that there was with her a gray-haired gentleman, apparently about
fifty—evidently her father. She
rose to go mechanically. I rose to
go too. It had been several hours
since my eyes first fell upon her divine face and form, but
“So noiseless falls the foot of Time
That only treads on flowers,”
that to me it seemed but the shadow of one beggarly moment.
She threw her nubia over her head, clustered with curls, the least of
which would have set a Stoic’s heart aflame, and, taking the arm of the
gray-haired gentleman—evidently her father--descended to the street, where her
carriage awaited her. She entered
it. I would have given the wealth of
the famed Lydian king to have been the driver, or even one of the horses.
The carriage drove off. I
siezed [sic] with both hands the board behind, where they strap the trunk, you
know, and by taking very long steps, and a great many of them, I contrived to
keep up.
After a run of about a mile, the vehicle drew up quite suddenly.
I was not prepared for it. The
board took me somewhere about the lower extremity of the vest, and doubled me up
like a jack knife. My life was saved
by a vial of paragoric, which I happened to have in my pocket.
The lady descended, and entered an elegant house.
I walked over to the opposite side of the street, and stood gazing at the
envious door through which she had disappeared, until the gray light of the
coming dawn began to appear along the eastern horizon.
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I sought in vain to find out who the lady was.
For several days I was quite distracted with heart-rending mixture of
doubts, love and anxiety, and I had serious thoughts of applying for admission
to some lunatic asylum.—Finally I determined as a dernier resort, to
settle the matter by a coup d’etat.
I employed a hackman, who drove an open carriage.
I pointed out the house to him. I
pointed out a lamp post which stood in front of the door.
“Now,” said I, “I’ll tell you what I want you to do; I’ll get
into your carriage a few hundred yards up the street.
Do you drive down the street pretty fast, run against that lamp post,
throw me out upon the pavement, cutting my head or breaking my arm by the fall,
and then take me up and carry me into that house, and tell the first beautiful
young lady you meet on entering, that I have been seriously injured by the
running away of your horses.”
That afternoon having put on a shirt which cost me forty dollars in
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I came to my senses about three weeks after, and found myself lying on a
wretched bed in the wretched backroom of a greasy Dutch huckster.
My scheme had failed miserable [sic].
The stake for which I played was a sprained ankle or broken arm; an
elegant sofa in an elegant parlor, with an angel in hoops hovering about me, and
adjusting with a delicate, loving fingers, the splint and bandages; the dawn of
the belle passion in a pure young heart; a moonlight declaration; an
acceptance, mingled with sunny smiles and delicious tears; a parson and a bridal
wreath, and the happiest fellow in Georgia.
The stake I won was a dislocated shoulder; a broken head; a fractured
arm, and a shattered leg, together with the following bills, for all of which I
executed my notes of hand, ostensibly payable at sight but really, I fear, at a
very remote period.
That of the doctor for attendance $100.—The druggists for drugs $63.
The huckster for room rent $75. The
carriage makers for repairs $600. The
nurse, for nothing, $33 87½. Making
the grand rascally total of $931 87½.
The day I left Savanah [sic] I greatly added to my happiness by learning
that the gray haired gentleman was the young lady’s husband.
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Hall—Mr. and the Misses Sloman, a Grand Vocal and Instrumental Concert, May 11th,
on which occasion will be introduced, first time this season, the new Musical
Instrument the Alexandre Organ.
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[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
Letter from Army
of
Spring Place, May 3d, 1864.
Here we are at this place, concerning which your readers have heard so
much, since
Spring Place is twelve miles due east from
The country between here and
“Gradual sinks the breeze into a perfect calm.”
Tattoo is over, and the weary soldier lays him down to sleep, whilst
others—lovers of music—betake themselves to the town for the purpose of
serenading the inhabitants. Soon the
quiet of the midnight hour is broken by the sounds of vocal music, the gentle
zephyrs bear the sweet strains with them in their unknown meanderings, whilst
from the neighboring mountains flows back the soft, silent echo.
And this reminds me of a Parody I have heard upon “Annie of the
Vale.” It was written by W. E.
Buck, Chief Musician, 2d Georgia Battalion Sharpshooters.
As it may, at least, divert the minds of your readers from the troubles
of war for a moment, I append it, and you can publish it if you think proper:
Parody of “Annie of the Vale.”
I’m alone in my shanty,
My rations are scanty;
For grits are now the order of day.
The young reb is sighing,
For his sweetheart he’s dying,
And wonders if the cruel war will pay.
Chorus.—Come, come, come rain come,
Come flow to the top of my boots,
Oh! come and I’ll thank ye
To keep back the Yankee,
Until our ranks are filled up by recruits.
The moon, she is creeping,
And o’er the hill is peeping,
Whilst hungry rebs have gone to make a raise.
The crowing of a
Tell them that day is close by,
And also that this cruel war now pays.
Chorus.—Come, come, come, &c.
The bull dog is growling,
Whilst hungry rebs are prowling
Round the house to steal some hen away.
A night cap in the window,
Doth him a little hinder,
And says he’ll report him to John K.
Chorus.—Come, come, come, &c.
You may talk about your Annie,
But give me a ham-ie,
And biscuits nicely buttered over too.
A cup of smoking Java
Makes my mouth saliva,
And wish I had ‘em in me; now don’t you?
Chorus.—Come, come, come, &c.
Mignonne.
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Le Follet—Fashions for May.
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Our Correspondents.—Having secured the services of several competent
writers to act as regular correspondents of the Constitutionalist, we flatter
ourselves that in this respect as well as in every other, our paper will compare
favorably with the leading journals of the country.
The letters now being published are written with ability and cannot fail
to be interesting to our readers. This
is especially true of letters written from
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The card factory at
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The Outrages of
the Latter in
A correspondent of the Atlanta Register furnishes the following:
The cruilties [sic] and brutalities of
His whole route from
At Sweet Water, they entered the dwelling of Brig. Gen. John C. Vaughn,
who was then, with his command in the Brute’s front, and wantonly destroyed
furniture, tore open bed ticks and scattered their contents, stole bed clothing,
tore up and carried off the dress of Mrs. Yaughn [sic] righ [sic] before her
eyes, and cursed and abused her beside. At
Another lady, whose provisions, clothing and bed clothes had been stolen,
and whose children were hungry and crying for bread, when she had none to give,
went at ten o’clock at night to the lodgings of the Brute and requested him to
furnish her enough meal or flour to bake her five children some bread, they were
hungry and crying and could not sleep without eating.
The vulgar animal reminded her of his power—of her dependence upon
him—that all property and life were in his hands, &c., &c., required
her to take the oath and dismissed her with a pittance of provisions.
From
It is useless, Messrs. Editors, to extend this catalogue any further.
The heart sickens, the mind maddens, the blood runs boiling hot, to think
of or recount them. Enough is given
to demonstrate the brutal instincts of
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Yankee Massacre of Negroes.—The Chicago Times says:
The late massacre of negro soldiers near
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New Music.—The enterprising music and book publishers, Blackmar &
Bro., have favored us with some new music which does credit to Messrs. Patterson
& Co., who are now issuing from their establishment neatly executed work.
“I am Dreaming Still of Thee,” rearranged for the Piano Forte by E.
Clarke Ilsley, “General Bragg’s Grand March,” composed by P. Rivinac, and
“Stonewall Jackson’s Grand March,” illustrative of “Stonewall
Jackson’s Way,” by Charles Young—are among the latest publications in the
musical line.
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Religious Feeling in McLaws’ Division.—A correspondent of the
Columbia South Carolinian states that a deep religious feeling pervades McLaws’
division. In three brigades there is
preaching every night, with prayer and inquiry meeting at seasonable hours
during the day. In the
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Hall—“Michael Erle;” “Ben Bolt”
Summary: Concert
Hall—May 17th—“Jack Cade”
Summary: Masonic
Hall—“First Grand Concert, by Mr. and the Misses Sloman” with the
Alexandre Organ, includes programme
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Summary: “Gerald
Gray’s Wife”, the Field and Fireside Novelette No. 2, now ready, $3.00, by
Stockton & Co.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Jack Cade;” song “Soldier’s Grave;” recitation “Bucks have
at ye all;” “Coquette Polka”
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Cotton Cards, &c.
50 doz. Whittemore Cards, No. 10, Genuine.
1,200 Leather Leaf Cotton Cards,
1,000 gro. Gillott’s Steel Pens,
50 cases Brandy,
100 oz. Quinine.
L. Cohn & Co.
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Mr. Editor: Rags for bandages
are much needed by the Georgia Relief and Hospital Association, for our wounded
troops. Help from the ladies is
respectfully solicited, and it is hoped they will respond promptly.
W. J. Hard, Secretary.
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Hall—“Romeo and Juliet”
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Important Wool Notice.
Major: You are hereby
appointed Agent for the collecting of WOOL for the use of C. S. Army, in
District “1,” comprising the Counties of Richmond, Columbia, Glasscock,
Hancock, Taliaferro, Warren, Wilks, Lincoln and Elbert, in the State of Georgia,
and the Districts of Edgefield, Barnwell, Abbeville, Orangeburg, Lawrence and
Newberry, South Carolina.
Yours, &c.,
G. W. Cunningham,
Major & Q. M.
To L. O. Bridwell,
Major and Q. M.,
In accordance with the above, I call upon the citizens in the counties
and districts named to sell all surplus WOOL to the Government.
The necessity is great; and as the soldiers, who are defending your
homes, can only be clothed by selling us your Wool, I trust all patriotic and
loyal men will be willing to assist. My
Agents will traverse the whole District. Parties living at convenient distances
to
The Government offers the following liberal prices:
For 1 lb. unwashed good Wool (cash,) $7.00.
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Sheetings.
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shirtings.
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6, cotton yarns.
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Permission has been asked, and will be granted to impress all wool in the
hands of speculators; but this is disagreeable, and it is hoped these prices
will induce the farmer to sell at once to the Government, for the benefit of the
soldier.—Correspondence desired with wool men in all parts of the District.
Any person having a detail, selling his Wool to any other than an Agent
of the C. S., will forfeit his detail.
L. O. Bridwell,
Major and Q. M.
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Straw Wanted.
We will pay the highest market price for
Jessup & Hatch.
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Visit to
A good dinner at the Brown House for $5.00; pretty fair board for $150.00
per month; beef $2.50 per pound; bacon $3.50 per pound, strawberries $1.50 per
quart; green peas $1.50 per quart; a shave at the barber’s 50 cents, and hair
cut for $1.00.
A visit to the sanctum of our good natured friend Clisby, of the Macon
Telegraph, found him in good health, and evidently in good spirits.
The “rations” served out by the clever and courteous Commissary of
the Post furnished a good dinner, and Wednesday morning found the “locals”
all safely back in Augusta again—some of them well enough satisfied with their
trip to have gone back again yesterday with another batch of prisoners.
The guard consisted of detachments from the City Guard, Capt. Holleyman,
Silver Greys, Lieut. Walker, and Pioneer Infantry, Captain Adam, with a few men
from the Artillery, and two companies from Maj. Victor Girardy’s
Battalion—all under command of Capt. Holleyman.
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Hall—“The Bride of Lammermoor;” “Poor Pillicoddy”
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Battles of
[From the
The battle of
The battle raged fiercely for five hours, when the enemy broke and fled,
having been forced back two miles, whence commenced a general rout.
Gen. Churchill’s division did not arrive in time to participate in this
action, but were in the battle of the following day.
Gen. Mouton fell early in the action, while receiving the surrender of a
large body of the enemy. He fell but
a few feet from the muzzles of their guns. He
is reported to have acted gallantly, and his noble division lost heavily in both
officers and men, and covered themselves with glory.
The fruits of the victory consisted in capturing 2,500 prisoners, 200
wagons, loaded with stores, 1,400 mules, thirty-six ambulances, with immense
medical and other stores. In this
battle the enemy fought three army corps, viz:
the 13th, 19th and famous 16th, formerly
commanded by Gen. Sherman, and which had so often boasted that it had never
known defeat. The loss of the enemy
in the two engagements will not be less than 6,000 killed, wounded and
prisoners.
The enemy commenced their retreat as soon as routed, in the direction of
Our army having pursued, the line of battle was formed about 4, P. M., of
the 9th of April, and was more bloody than on the preceding day.
Gen. Green’s division, under his command, was posted on the extreme
left; Mouton’s division, under command of Brig. Gen. Polignac, on Green’s
right; Gen. Walker on Polignac’s right; Gen. Churchill’s division of
Arkansians and Missourians, having arrived on the extreme right; the Valverde
battery opening the battle and losing the majority of their horses, but few men
injured. General Churchill, with his
division of infantry, then moved forward, and the battle commenced furiously
along the whole line. The enemy
pressing Churchill in overwhelming numbers, he was compelled to fall back.
Gens. Walker and Polignac then moved forward, and broke the entire line
of the enemy, and threw them into general rout, and night put a stop to the
carnage. They fell back to Roubiere
bayou, some twenty miles, Green’s cavalry in hot pursuit, who followed them to
the river. Gen. Walker was slightly wounded.
So was Gen. Scurry. (Gen.
Polignac was not wounded, as first reported.)
Gen. Waul was in command of a brigade, and every man, both officer and
private, acted licke [sic] heroes.
We captured in the two battles 32 pieces of artillery, and small arms
beyond computation, and about 4000 prisoners, many officers among them.
These are the greatest battles fought west of the
I yesterday visited the different hospitals in this vicinity, seeking
some of our
The streets of this city are daily thronged with ladies carrying food and
comfort to the sufferers. They watch
over them with all the affection of mothers and sisters.
Surrounded by all the horrors of war, the daughters of
This is a sad night in camp. A
few rods from where I am writing lies the corpse of Major-Gen. Thos. Green, the
napoleon of the West. Many a heart
in
The tent is lighted up and guarded by a detachment of
Sioux.
In the Saddle (three miles from the extreme front) Near Grand Ecore,
April 17.—After a hard ride of fifty miles, I find myself facing the enemy
again, having been declared released from the parole given by me on my release
from
I have many interesting incidents relating to the recent battles which
will be sent as soon as I get reliable information concerning them.
I have received many courtesies from Gen. Taylor and his acting
adjutant-general Major Surget.
Major General Prince Polignac, second in command to General Taylor, also
treated me very courteously, as also his A. A. G. Major J. C. Moncure.
I had a conversation with him yesterday, and he regrets the error of his
being mortally wounded should gain such wide circulation.
He is not injured in the least, and now commands in the field.
Brigadier General Bee being second to him, is in command of all the
cavalry in
It would be contraband in me to state the force of the army in
The field of
When our cavalry pursued, after their rout, hundreds were cut down, and
all along the road to
I was misinformed, when I stated in my last letter that Col. Buchell fell
on the field of
The enemy are fortifying at Grand Ecore, and no one knows their plans.
We possibly may have another battle ere long, for our troops are anxious
for the fray. The boys are enjoying
remarkable good health.
Sioux.
In the Saddle, Near Grand
A reconnoitering party, composed of two companies of DeBray’s regiment,
commanded by Lieuts. Story and Peck, of company’s [sic] B and F, made a daring
dash into the city of
Side by side did they advance to the terrible charges and now fill the
same graves. The Louisianians under
Mouton covered themselves with glory, the far-famed Crescent regiment of
The division of Gen. Churchill marched forty-five miles in fifteen hours,
to be in time for the fight at
I stated in my first letter that Gen. Taylor made the attack without
orders from Gen. Smith, and contrary to the advice of many officers.
But the General knew the spirit of his troops, and knowing the topography
of the country so well, risked a battle, and has thereby saved
Nor must I forget the intrepid Brig. Gen. C. P. Major.
He was with the lamented Green throughout, and it would be useless for me
to go into details of his acts. Suffice
it to say, that he won fresh laurels here. His
staff, Major Magoffin, Capt. Zacharie, Winston and Ogden are highly praised for
their gallantry. Of Colonel (now
Brig. Gen.) DeBray, I must do the justice to say, that he acted the hero
throughout the battles, never faltering when ordered to charge, and placing
himself at the head of his noble regiment boldly led them against the enemy’s
walls of glittering bayonets.
Loud are the praises I hear of the gallantry displayed by Capt.
McMahan’s battery of light artillery. At
Capt. W. G. Moseley, of Brazoria county,
The road after leaving
In the knapsack of one of the 10th army corps was found the
jewelry of a young lady—ear-rings, breastpins, and even her underclothing was
there. I will do the enemy the
justice to say that the orders of their generals severely punish outrages of
this kind, but many of the inferior officers encourage their men to do these
acts, and even share with them in the spoils.
These incidents are no bombast or misrepresentation.
I can vouch for their truth. Well
may we say, “Oh, Union, what atrocities are committed in thy name.”
I never saw so much sorrow as I see shown by the cavalry corps of the
army of
Headquarters Cavalry Corps,}
Prother’s Brigade [sic?],
General Orders No. 1.
Around the bier of Major General Tom. Green, killed in action 12th
of April, 1864, at Blair’s Landing,
In compliance with orders from Gen. Taylor, I assume command of the
cavalry of his army. Headquarters
are at present at Prother’s bridge.
H. P. Bee,
Brig. Gen. Comd’g.
(Official)
Wm. P. Mechling, A. A. G.
New scenes of excitement will take place daily, and your readers will be
kept posted of everything of interest. The
enemy can’t catch me again if there is any virtue in speed and horse flesh.
All keep their horses saddled night and day, ready to move at a
moment’s warning. The boys who
have never been on a campaign find it anything but play, and far different from
doing garrison duty. The weather is
warm and pleasant.
Sioux.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Romeo and Juliet”; “A Dead Shot”
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“”Iron Chest;” “A Dead Shot”
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. . . This talented troup in this city play under some
difficulties.
The “Concert Hall,” while it would make a first class barn, makes, in
its present dilapidated state, a very poor Theater.
In two things
We have long hoped that some of the capitalists of
To play in such a place with such aids to mimic life—to represent the
elegancies of the drawing-room, where the noise of the hammer and nails that
keep the scenery from falling down, penetrates the conversation—to talk of the
beauties of nature and charms of the tangled wildwood, where the paint is
scalding off of the scaly looking trees, and the lines of the framework present
geometrical angles which nature never constructed in the woods—where furniture
of the kitchen does duty in the State chambers of the palace, and the street
looks like a parlor and the parlor looks like a street; to get up the
high-wrought deceptions of the stage under these circumstances, is rather beyond
the power of ordinary actors.
Ella Wren made
Another serious drawback is that the company have played on
Still another draw-back is, that no large bodies of troops are quartered
near our city, and that best of sources of revenue does not, therefore, exist.
For soldiers notoriously have less money and spend more than any other
class. The often talked of
extravagance of the British Tar is not ahead of the Confederate soldier,--that
depredator upon water-mellon and turnip patches, and chief patron of shows.
It is true that the travel through
The greatest trouble of all, however, is the fact that our people still
look upon this as a “Child Company.”
It is but three years since “Little Fanny” first sang so sweetly:--
“If you thing [sic] we don’t compare
With some Yankees who’ve been here,
Remember that we’ve had but little training;
But to
I surely think you ough’er
Give a welcome in this Happy Land of Canaan.”
But three years since the old “Hall” used to ring with applause as
she spread the new flag of the South in the glare of the foot-lights, and sang The
Southern Marseillaise.
Now “Little Fanny” is Miss Fanny, as charming in girl-hood as in
childhood; a woman when she wears long dresses; and who would return to her old
energy and life, if she cared half as much for the public as the public does for
her.
Julia is the same little compound of music and dancing as in the old
days, the same provoking little tease as when a long time ago we first saw her
in the manoeuvres of the “Naval Engagement.”
Miss Laura has ceased to be either child or girl, but without our knowing
exactly when or how, has become a most beautiful woman; feeling and truly
depicting the depth of passion in the master pieces of the stage, and—unlike
the old faded stars of the stage lights—causing no surprise in the audience
when the lovers in the plays so naturally fall in love with her.
The male portion of the audience would probably plead guilty of the same
indiscretion. We have not lately
heard her sing, and as “the bird can sing, it should sing.”
The songs of the Revolution are not all worn out yet, and that sweetest
thing in the world, “Mary of Argyle,” has never pleased us better than from
her lips.
Of the male members of the Troup we hardly need speak.
Alfred makes a first class “Don Cæsar,”
and takes to the harem scarum dashing characters, as does a duck to
water. Perhaps in his Bucanier
characters, there is some nature and some acting, who knows?
Walter Keeble is not one of “the children,” but he is an actor that,
in his favorite characters, has few superiors.
With John Davis, Edmond Dalton, and Dalton’s
beautiful wife; with Ella Wren or Miss Eloese [sic] Bridges for the Marco
and Lucrecia Borgia characters, a company might be formed that would wake
even Augusta out of her apathy. That
man
But we fear that many of our friends will be alarmed at so long a talk
about that orthodox impropriety—a theatre.
Well, all the Clergy quote Shakspeare who know how, all the congregation
read it, and if the good will go, there will be no more “playing to the
pit,” but the world’s great masters will take from the stage the immortals
from the lips of the mortals; Virtue will illustrate her sublime triumphs over
Vice, and Genius, in its grandest championship of Truth, will appeal to the eye,
the ear and the heart. Crime meets
no encouragement where Lady Macbeth tries to wash the blood from her hand in
dreams; ingratitude meets the grand scorn of Timon of Athens; love, infidelity,
and unwavering honor, learns its prophecied reward from the lips of him who
dreamed the day dreams of the Lake of Como; and the great heart of the world
grows purer and beats with a healthier throb when it learns amid the drapery and
gilding, and bright robes and graceful motions of the stage, those thoughts of
the world’s last inspiration—those words that are beauty and ideas that are
immortal:
For Shakspeare, though all Shakspeare’s writings were lost,
And his genius, though never a trace of it cross’d
Posterity’s path, not the less would have dwelt
In the isle with Miranda—with Hamlet have felt
All that Hamlet hath uttered; and haply where pure
On its death-bed wronged Love Lay, have moanded [sic] with the Moor!
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The Annual Floral Celebration of the Augusta Orphan Asylum.—The Annual
Floral Celebration of the Augusta Orphan Asylum took place at the
The children—boys and girls—marched from the Asylum yesterday
afternoon, shortly before five o’clock, accompanied by the worthy
Superintendent of the Asylum, Mr. W. C. Derry, the Board of Directors, and a
delegation of Members of Council. On
arriving at the Cemetery they marched around the tombs of Isaac S. Tuttle, Esq.,
the founder of the Asylum, and Dr. Geo. M. Newton, its most liberal benefactor,
laying bouquets of flowers upon their tombs, as they marched around them.
A hymn was then sung in most excellent style by the children, followed by
a prayer by Rev. Mr. Meyer, and another hymn by the children.—Judge Charles J.
Jenkins then proceeded to deliver an address appropriate to the occasion. . . .
The children then moved around to the tomb of Foster Blodget, Sr., where
they strewed flowers also, and sung another hymn.
They then passed around to the monument erected to the memory of Dr.
Newton, and strewed more flowers and sung three more hymns, thus concluding the
celebration, and the audience dispersing. . . .
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[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
Letter from
Messrs. Editors: I left
While awaiting the train at Millen, I availed myself of the opportunity
to visit the “Wayside Home,” and was kindly shown through its various
departments by the lady in charge. For
neatness, cleanliness and order it is not surpassed, if equaled in the
Confederacy; not only is the passing soldier bountifully supplied with food and
sent on his way rejoicing, but sleeping apartments, clean and neat are provided
for the sick and wounded, and kind hearts and willing hands are ever ready to
minister to their wants. Truly is
this institution deserving of the name of home, and the devoted patriotic
ladies who originated and sustain it—the name of—“angels of mercy.”
The “Millen Wayside Home” is managed and sustained by an association
of ladies of Burke, Jefferson, and Scriven counties, with such assistance as the
generous and patriotic may voluntarily render them.
They have monthly meetings of the members at Millen, to discuss and look
after the affairs of the home, elect officers, etc.—A report has been
put abroad that the ladies at these meetings partake of and consume the food
intended for the soldiers. This is
not so. The report is false; for the
ladies always bring with them a bountiful lunch, and leave the surplus for the
use of the home, and many a sick and wounded soldier has thus enjoyed a dainty
he otherwise would not have had.
They gave a pleasing exhibition, consisting of tableaux and charades at
No. 6, C. R. R., on the evening of the 25th, the proceeds to aid them
in their labour of love. I trust it
will be largely attended.
At 12 o’clock the whistle blew, and I was off for
The ladies give to-night a strawberry and cake supper for the benefit of
needy soldiers’ families, which promises to be a very tasty and
sumptuous affair, of which I will be a better judge to-morrow.
The people here are jubilant over the good tidings from
S.
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The Last of Rome.—We were favored yesterday with a visit from our
friend and confrere of the Rome Courier, Mr. M. Dwinell, who has just arrived in
“Charlie Smith,” (Bill Arp,) was last seen at the Rome Depot with an
ominous looking black bottle under his arm, evidently impressed with the idea
that the notice of the approach of the Yankees was “2 premature.”
We trust the enemy may not capture that clever wag, as much out of
personal regard as from a selfish desire to enjoy his personal experience of the
advent of “the vandal horde.”
Some of the citizens had left by private conveyance, and others were
preparing to follow.
Mr. Dwinell bears his exile like a philosopher, and seems imbued with the
defiant and cheery spirit which characterizes the troops of the army.—Atlanta
Confederacy.
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Hall—“Camille”
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Wanted,
By a young woman, who is a refugee from
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Interesting Facts—
The works are under the immediate control of Maj. I. P. Girardey, the
former popular commander of the Washington Artillery of this city.
The magnificent works at this place will long be a monument to the skill
and enterprise of the Ordnance Department, and to the unwearied energy of Col.
Rains.
To those who know the magnitude of the operations, the immense amount of
material used and constructed, and the disadvantages under which
One million four hundred thousand small arm cartridges.
Six thousand rounds fixed ammunition (shot and shell attached to
cartridges for field batteries.)
Thirty thousand Girardey’s percussion fuses, for rifle shell.
Two thousand five hundred Col. Rain’s percussion hand grenades.
One thousand five hundred rifle shells for field artillery.
Fifty-four tons eight and ten inch shot and shell for columbiads.
One hundred tons of gunpowder.
Three complete batteries of brass 12-pounder Napoleon guns, with
carriages, limbers, caissons, harness, equipments, ammunition, traveling forges,
&c.
One battery of three inch rifle and banded iron guns and twelve pound
bronze howitzers.
One battery of four twelve pound howitzers.
The above two batteries being complete at all points, with carriages,
limbers, caissons, harness, ammunition equipments, &c.
All of the above guns, except the rifle battery (for Gen. Morgan), were
sent to Gen. Johnston’s army, which has, altogether, sixteen complete
batteries of brass guns, which were mainly manufactured in every part at the
Government Foundry and machine Works and Gun Carriage Department in this place.
The most of these batteries are composed of the new twelve pound Napoleon
guns, introduced in the service of war by the present Emperor of the French; of
these, over eighty-five, weighing in the aggregate more than fifty tons, have
been cast at the Government Foundry in this city mainly within the past year.
In the same period, over five hundred tons of the first quality of
gunpowder have been made at the Powder Works and distributed throughout the
Confederacy.
In addition to the foregoing, there has been an immense number of small
arm cartridges, cartridge bags, fixed ammunition, canteens, haversacks, horse
shoes, time fuzes and percussion caps made at the Arsenal, as well as large
amounts of signal rockets, port fires, setts of artillery harness, infantry
accoutrements, &c., &c., manufactured within the past twelve months.
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[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
Letter from
Messrs. Editors: As I
intimated in a previous letter, I attended the Strawberry Supper, given by the
ladies of this city, to aid the families of soldiers—a full account of which
you have doubtless seen in the dailies. I
endorse everything ze locals have said in its praise.—The music was charming,
the strawberries and cream delicious, and the girls were lovely.—What bachelor
could retain his senses against such a combination?
I could not. Everything
passed off happily, and a large sum was realized.
All honor to the ladies.
Columbus, though a calm looking place, to one who sees so many persons on
the streets in Augusta, is, nevertheless, a place of great industry and energy
in all the manufacturing and mechanicle [sic] pursuits—its various factories,
mills, foundries, etc., presenting the appearance of large bee hives, filled
with industrious bees. This city is
not surpassed for the genuine hospitality of its citizens, and loveliness of its
fair daughters, by any other place in the Confederacy.
Neither are the capitalists surpassed in their liberal and fostering care
to the great industrial pursuits that will one day put their city in the first
rank. Among the many enterprises
lately started here, or rather just across the river, in
There have been five or six men arrested here in the last day or two, and
sent to
Rain is much needed here. The
crops are said to be looking fine, particularly the wheat.
Vegetables are much lower here than in
Yours,
S.
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Starvation in the Mountains.--Little do the people at large
dream of the sufferings of our population in the mountain counties.
With most of the agricultural labor withdrawn, (for there is little slave
labor there) their corn crop greatly damaged by frost last September, and the
country since that time eaten up by Confederate cavalry and damaged by Federal
raids, is it to be wondered that what the women and children and old men made
should now be exhausted?
By letters from respectable citizens, and from conversations with
reliable men from that section, who have visited this place to haul corn to the
people, we learn that they are now actually suffering great privation--some of
the best citizens having nothing but dry bread and others subsisting upon roots
and weeds! Their means for making a
crop this year are very slender--their oxen being impressed for the army and
their horses and mules perished for lack of food, as well as their milch cows
and hogs! Our informants do not
pretend to say that all the domestic animals have perished or that all the
people have been reduced to such straits, but inform us it is true of great
numbers.
What keeps back the corn appropriated for these people?
Wagons are daily going away empty, while the people are starving.
Until recently there has been large supplies of corn here for the upper
counties. What is keeping back the
remainder of it?—Athens Watchman.
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Summary:
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To those who know the magnitude of the operations, the immense amount of
material used and constructed, and the disadvantages under which
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Money”
Summary: Masonic
Hall—“Complimentary Benefit to the Misses Sloman, by the Citizens of
Augusta,” includes programme
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Public Meeting,
To Provide for the
Wants of Refugees.
A Meeting of the Citizens of this city and vicinity, will be held at the Masonic Hall,
To-Morrow (Friday), at 12 M.
to adopt some measures for the relief of the distressed
Refugees now in
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Another Field for Benevolence.—
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Interesting Exhibition.—The boys who bathe in the river near the
bridge, and perambulate the banks in unveiled loveliness.
Policemen are respectfully invited to attend.
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Liberality of the Southern Express Company.—We are pleased to learn
that the Southern Express Company, with their accustomed liberality, will convey
any packages of contributions for the refugees of
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New Books.—We are indebted to Blackmar & Bro., of this city, for
the following new works:
“Chaudron’s Spelling Book,” published by Goetzel,
“Duncan Adair, or, Captured in Escaping;” a story of one of
Morgan’s men. By Mrs. Jane T. H.
Cross, Burke, Boykin & Co.,
“Camp and Field,” by the Rev. Jos. Cross,
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Letter from the Front.
We are permitted to publish the following extracts from a letter received
in our city yesterday from Serg’t. J. H. Neibling of
[“] I think I have rested
enough, and will attempt to let you know how and what we are doing.
We are about a mile from
We witnessed many pitiable sights in our retrograde movements.
Woman [sic], children and old men were tottering along the roads in
advance of our army, all having left their homes and every thing they possessed
in the hands of the enemy. Every
town or village we would come to we would form a line of battle to hold the
enemy in check, until the people who wished to leave could do so.
One night while on the march we overtook a beautiful young lady with a
child only nine months old on her arm. She
had been carrying the baby for some time, and was nearly exhausted from fatigue.
I took the child before me on my horse and took care of it all that night
and next day, while the mother rode upon the guns; and all along the road could
be seen soldiers carrying the babes and childrens [sic] of the poor unfortunate
and distressed people.
Who could wish or want to be out of the army, after witnessing such
scenes? I am as tired of the war as
any one in the world, but willingly will I remain where I am, and stake my life
for freedom and independence. I have
often thought that I was not gaining anything by being in the army; but I never
will think so again, for I am now satisfied that it is my duty to be where I am.
Our troops are in the greatest spirits I ever saw a body of men in my
life. We have been greatly
outnumbered by the enemy, but we have whipped and repulsed every charge they
have made on our lines. We have had
thirteen killed and wounded in my company. Our
first Lieutenant had his horse shot from under him.
I will probably write again to-morrow.”
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Etowah Iron Works.—A dispatch was received in this city yesterday says
the Savannah Republican of the 25th, stating that the Yankees had
made a complete destruction of these works which were situated a few miles above
Cartersville. Most of the valuable
machinery had been removed to a place of safety.
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Letter from
Eds. Constitutionalist: . . . One lamentable result of hostilities, past
and pending, has been to raise the price of all the necessaries of life to a
most exorbitant figure.—Flour, which sold two weeks ago for $175 per barrel,
is now held at $400; meal rates at $90 per bushel; bacon from $10 to $15 per
pound; butter, $17; eggs $18 per dozen; molasses $80 to $90 per gallon, and
other things in proportion. All this
time, anomalous as it may seem, while prices are thus mounting upward as on
eagles wings, gold, silver and greenbacks are steadily falling.
The latter can now be procured at the rates of one for five in new issue;
gold selling at seventeen. Much of
this sort of business is not now doing, the terrible nature of the times seeming
to have touched even the flinty hearts of the money changers, but still enough
is going on to show that our victories are producing their effect.
Gold selling at seventeen for one, and flour selling at $400, would make
a barrel come to $23 in specie, or actually three times the very highest price
asked in former days. The insane
scare which seems to have possessed certain functionaries here, was largely
instrumental in producing this result. Terrified
to death with a dread lest their precious carcasses should come to grief, they
siezed [sic] upon every body, old and young, citizen or foreigner, sick or well,
and thrust them into the ranks, in blissful igorance [sic] that if Lee and his
veterans could not keep them off, a handful of raw militia and impressed men
could hardly accomplish the feat. Even
the press, vitally important as it is in such a crisis, was only spared after a
stout resistance.
There are now between four thousand and five thousand wounded men in this
city, and an equal number in
Congress is still hammering away, the indomitable Foote and some of his
adherents loudly demanding the repeal of the Habeas Corpus suspension
act, and open sessions. Neither
will, it is likely, be vouchsafed. With
the majority of Congress, it is a fixed idea that the Yankees cannot be beaten
unless the Confederate Legislative be a secret conclave, and the Confederate
Executive an irresponsible power able to arrest and imprison any man in the
South at mere will at pleasure.
Owing to the continued fighting and manœvering of the past two weeks, it
has been out of the power of regimental or brigade adjutants to forward here
anything like lists of casualties in their respective corps, a circumstance
which must account, for the present, for their non-mention.
Tyrone Powers.
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In the Enemy’s
Rear.
Important Detour
of Wheeler!
Headq’rs, on the March,}
May 24, 1864. }
Editors Confederacy: I wrote
you yesterday that you would hear from the cavalry soon.
Last night General Wheeler took up a line of march for the rear of the
enemy, with Martin’s, Hume’s and Tulley’s divisions, and Williams Brigade.
We struck the rear at Cassville this morning at ten o’clock, and also
struck a wagon train. We brought out
60 wagons and teams laden with baggage, and captured 200 men.
The 8th
We lost none killed and but one or two slightly wounded.
J. W. T.
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From the
The Angel of the
Hospital.
An exile and an invalid, in the Spring of 1863, I had taken up my
residence, temporarily, in a beautiful city of the Southern land.
To me, in the city’s solitude, unknowing and unknown, existence has a
charm foreign to the ruder contact with the world.
To sit upon a balcony, or at an open window, and mark the tide of life,
as it throbs through the busy street—to view each passing countenance, bouyant
[sic] with hope or depressed with care, suggests a sea of though in which the
mirror of life glows, reflecting the lights and shadows of each passer-by.
I had not sojourned long, when, one bright and beautiful morning, as I
sat upon the balcony of my Hotel, inhaling the pure air, and watching with an
idle curiosity the face and form of each passing stranger, my attention was
arrested by the presence of a beautiful being wending the thoroughfare beneath
me, whose face seemed typical of the angel life within.
The pensive resignation of that face—her eye filled with the soul of
gentleness and purity at once stamped her as a being of peculiar interest.
Like a transient shadow she faded from my sight, and in a moment I felt
as if the beautiful being who so late had gladdened my vision, was passed away
forever. Clad in deep mourning, her
melancholy face was evidently a fit emblem of the heart within.
A father, a brother, a relative, a friend—maybe, the one to whom her
young affections were given—had fallen in battle.
Such were the fancies seeking to unveil the mystery that hung above her
like a summer cloud. There must be,
thought I, a bitter fountain to her existence.
Yes, she seemed ill in health. Her
forehead bore the shade of pensive though, and her countenance the mildness and
sweetness of humanity. The traces of
deep grief were in each lineament of her face.
Her eye shone with a tender lustre, as if the dream of her young life had
suddenly been transferred from the sunshine of a genial day to the shadow of a
somber cloud. The roses of her cheek
were not so fresh as usual to her years, and the melancholy of her face,
doubtless rose from a heart that “knoweth its own bitterness.”
With such and similar conjectures, I withdrew from the outer world in
retirement upon and dream of an image which had impressed me strangely with its
loveliness. Again and again each
morning as I stood upon the balcony, overlooking the street, that form came
gliding past, as if intent on missions of beneficence.
Again I felt the same desire to learn the inner life—the unwritten
history of one whose life to me lay veiled in the mysteries of an untold past.
At length I wended my way one morning to the city hospital, and whilst
dwelling upon the many faces sorrowfully impressed with pain and suffering—one
reflecting the wasted energies of youthful life; another haggard with disease;
here and there one groaning beneath the agony of battle wounds. In the midst of
this scene, with my sympathies awakened for the unfortunate, and my mind
regretting the terrible realities of war, when, lo, the presence of this young
girl, like a beautiful vision, burst suddenly on my view—more lovely now than
at first sight, her mission seemed revealed.
In her I now beheld what I had imagined from the first—a Florence
Nightingale—like a ministering angel, breathing consolation into the ear of
the distressed soldier, and administering to his every necessity.
It was a lovely sight to see that young and delicate being, moved by the
promptings of an unselfish nature; heeding the divine command—“visit the
sick”—binding the broken limb, and consoling with words of womanly sympathy,
the heart of the suffering soldier. I
there learned that this young girl had lost in battle the idol of her first and
purest love, leaving her like a withered flower, blasted and desolate, to pine
in the light of its morning sun. He,
the betrothed of her holy and tender affections, died away from home, his last
moments uncheered by a mother’s or a sister’s care.
Oh! more than these, than all
all [sic], by the presence of her who gave to life a sweet and hidden charm.
His death had given her life a melancholy cast, causing her to discard
the gayeties of the world, and fixing her heart upon relieving the distressed
and administering to the afflicted.
Each day she visited the Hospital, where many a drooping heart hailed her
advent as an angel of goodness and mercy. What
could be more beautiful than to see a young and lovely creature surrounded with
wealth and luxury, in times like these, forgetting self, discarding home, and
going forth into a world of care and pain, seeking and doing good, where the
heart may find so much on which to lavish its sympathy and affection, so much of
want and suffering, seeking its alleviation!
In a night of sorrow, the star of hope had vanished from the sky of
man’s existence, when there rose above its gloom a sun lit with redeeming
light. To his relief one came
missioned with divinity—his eventful life a chronicle of mercy and
goodness—“a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief,” giving consolation
to the afflicted.
Oftimes since has arisen from the sea of being some angelic personage,
endowed with the same attributes of goodness, whose acts revive the memory of
those deeds that stamped with immortality the earth life of Him, who came a
messenger of Heaven. How worthy of
emulation is such an example, in a time when every lady of the land might be a
Magdaline, eager and ready to anoint the soldier’s wounds, to whisper
consolation in his ears and minister to his wants.
There is a moral heroism in such a life worthy the highest admiration of
man, and meriting the joy and bliss of Heaven.
J. R. B.
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Little steps towards Southern independence.--The following list of
manufactories of general utility, not heretofore made in the South, is copied
from exchanges within the past few days, says the Charlotte Bulletin.
It shows that our people are really making some progress towards the
independence that we have heard talked of so much.
We have not included the cotton and woollen mills dotted here and there
in all the States, or the iron establishments, or the Government works for
making arms, powder, &c.
We have not doubt there are many other establishments of which we have
seen no notice, that are adding to the resources of the country, by making
articles that we have heretofore depended upon the Yankees to furnish us:
Hat Manufactory at
Stocking Factory at
Stocking Factory at
Stocking Factory at
Bonnet Frame Factory at Newberry, S. C.
Cotton Card Factory at
Cotton Card Factory at
Cotton Card Factory at
Cotton Card Factory at
Cotton Card Factory at
Cutlery, Knives and Forks, at Raleigh, N. C.
Cotton Batting Factory at Charlotte, N. C.
Corn Broom Factory at Davidson's College, N. C.
Match Factory at
Blanket Manufactory at
Knitting Needles at
Pyroligneous Acid at
Glass Manufactory at
Glass Manufactory at
Glass Manufactory at
Button Manufactory at
Powder Manufactory at
Several
Copperas mines, extensively worked in
One Copperas mine in
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[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
Letter from
Messrs. Editors: Having a
moment of leisure, I will endeavor to post you, as far as in me lies, in regard
to the state of affairs in this section of
This city is the scene of a great deal of excitement and bustle, in civil
and military circles. Refugees from
If anything happens I will advise you by telegraph.
Omega.
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Letter from
Editors Constitutionalist: . . . Tallassee, in
Prices are still ruling extravagantly high here.
Flour is held at $400 per barrel, meal at $90 to $100 per bushel, butter
$20 per pound, a frightful contract to the rate exchanges relate as current
further South, it appearing that at
Tyrone Powers.
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From the Front.
The Great Contest
for the Possession of
[Our Army
Correspondence from the Feld [sic].]
Near
Friday, May 27th, 1864. }
Resume.
Eds. Constitutionalist:--The prospects and condition of North Georgia
are, at the present moment, rather inconsistent with one another; for the
future, in point of military calculation, is much more cheering than the aspect
of the country world [sic] seem to indicate.
The populace are in the wildest confusion.
Men, women and children are flying in panic before the advance of the
enemy, like flocks of sheep. Farms
have been abandoned, homes deserted, and even personal apparel sacrificed to the
terror-stricken hast which has impelled many of these unfortunate refugees.
They may be seen encamped on the road side in the most abject despair,
knowing and caring little as to their destination, so that they are able, with
the remnant of their means, to evade the Yankee.
The military operations crowd the scene, and render it the more tumultous
[sic]. The heavy wagons lumbering
along, the trains of ordinance and artillery, the troops of escort, the staff
officers, the couriers, all mingle in the strange din and disturb the vision.
No wonder that some of the more ignorant fancy the world is coming to an
end.
Grape.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“As You Like It”
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Meeting for the
Relief of
In response to the call for a meeting of the citizens of Augusta to
devise means for the relief of refugees from the upper portion of our State, a
number of our citizens assembled at Masonic Hall at 12 o’clock Frixay [sic]. .
. .
George Schley, Esq. tendered the use of twenty-two rooms at the Belville
Factory, for the reception of such refugees as may arrive here, and also offered
the use of his wagons free of charge to move their effects to that place,
whereupon the thanks of the meeting were returned to him for his liberal and
patriotic offer.
On motion of Rev. J. O. A. Clark, a committee of ladies was also
appointed, who are requested to assist in the general purposes of this meeting,
and especially in procuring donations of clothing, and the making up of garments
for the destitute. There being no
further business the meeting adjourned. . .
On motion of Rev. Dr. Myers, the following appeal of the Central
Committee was accepted:
Help the Refugees.
A public meeting was held yesterday, at the Masonic Hall, in the city, to
aid in providing for the wants of the Refugees from the counties of Northern
Georgia, who have fled, or are now fleeing to
The undersigned do not believe it necessary to make any appeal to the
citizens of
Now is the time for action. Now
is the time for generous, spontaneous, systematic benevolence.
Now is the hour when duty, no less than benevolence, demands that every
sacrifice should be made to relieve the wants of our suffering countrymen and
countrywomen. We can do much in this
way. Every one can do something.
Let it be done cheerfully, timely, and efficiently.
These exiles must be fed. Money
and provisions can be given for this purpose.
They must be clothed. For
many of them, as we are informed, have escaped without a change of raiment.—In
behalf of the destitute women and children of these refugees, we appeal to the
noble hearted and generous women of Augusta and vicinity to contribute such
articles of clothing as can be spared, and such as will be readily suggested as
most needed in the present emergency.
And lastly, these refugees must have homes. –They must have
shelter. Their own homes are now
occupied by the invaders, or have been left in smouldering ruins.
Our houses must be thrown wide open to them—our latch strings must hang
outside our doors—and, no matter what to us may be the present inconvenience,
the refugee must have a friendly place where he may lay his head.
The various committees will at once wait on our citizens to receive their
contributions.
All contributions in provisions and clothing must be sent to the rooms of
the Georgia Relief and Hospital Association, where one of us may be found.
If any one should fail to meet with the committee of collection, let him
call at the above mentioned rooms, and pay to us whatever he may be willing to
give.
If any one has houses or rooms to let, or that he can offer free of
charge for a given time either in or out of the city, he will please make it
known either to the sub-committee, or to one of the undersigned.
Again we give notice that all cooked provisions for the refugees in
We request all refugees who may need assistance to call on the Secretary,
Mr. W. C. Jones, at Mr. J. J. Broom’s, on
R. H. May, }
E. H. Myers, }
Thos. Barrett, } Ex. Com.
W. C. Jones, }
J. O. A. Clark,}
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Wire for
The “Southern Wire Co.,”
Iron Wire,
in large or small quantities.
Sizes from No. 4 to No. 18. This
wire is equal to any made in the Confederacy or elsewhere.
Address
C. W. Brunner, President,
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“As You Like It”
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A newspaper correspondent some time since stated that
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The plans of the enemy in
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Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.
Letter from
Eds. Constitutionalist: . . .
The casualties among our officers in the encounters with Grant have been
unusually heavy, so much so as to suggest the existence of some peculiar
operative cause. This may perhaps be
found in the existence of those corps of sharpshooters wherewith the Yankees are
provided. We also have some
battalions of sharpshooters, but except for the fact of their being armed with
finer rifles, and employed to a great extent as skirmishers, they do not differ
materially from the troops of the line.
In the Yankee service, on the contrary, the sharpshooter is required to
be a thorough marksman, and a marksman with the army weapon, which is entirely a
different affair from being a dead shot with a sporting rifle.
To attain this efficiency these fellows are diligently exercised in
shooting at marks, put up at the different ranges of the sliding scale sights,
and our severe loss in officers at every battle proves this training not to have
been thrown away. One of the most
noted corps of Yankee sharpshooters is Berdan’s, the same which annoyed
us so incessantly while in the trenches of
Many of the men to be found in these destructive organizations are
foreigners, Swiss, Germans, Tyroles and the like, said to have been selected by
Yankee agents in
While on the
Tyrone Powers.
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Summary:
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Summary: Concert
Hall—June 2—“Harry Macarthy and Lottie Macarthy in “Lend Me Five
Dollars;” “Paddy Carey;” “Pleasant Neighbor”
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Coopers Wanted.
Experienced Coopers, (white or free colored), can find employment on
Government work by applying to
Mann & Shaw,
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Corn Cobs Wanted.
A liberal price will be paid for two hundred bushels of clean, sound
Cobs, by
Thos. H. Hunt & Co.,
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Linen.
30 Dozen Gents Linen Drawers.
For sale by
Thomas F. Walker & Co.,
No. 253, Broad st.
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Cotton Factory Burned.—We learn that the Cotton Factory at
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[From the
Mr. Editor.—An old printer, and friend of the printing fraternity, is
curious to know how editors and publishers and their employees, keep body and
soul together these times of high prices!—newspapers are by far too cheap!
Nothing we enjoy costs so little. A
few years back, a daily paper was worth an elegant pair of boots!
Twelve bushels of corn, peas or potatoes, was an equivalent!
60 dozen eggs, 30 pounds of butter, 75 pounds of lard or bacon, would
barely pay a year’s subscription! But
lo! now, the case is reversed.
This is all wrong. The paper
should command a support for the editor and his employees, and allow at least 20
per cent. profit to replenish materials, &c.
To do this, the price should be increased in proportion to every thing
needed by the publisher,--and no sensible or just man will complain.
The mechanic and farmer will pay readily, because fully able.
A farmer, working one horse, can make seventy-five barrels of corn, which
at $50 per bushel—and it is now even higher—brings $18,750.
Certainly he can pay $50 or $60 for a daily paper.
A good house wife can sell three or four pounds of butter, or five or six
pounds of lard, and pay for her paper. The
girls and boys can sell a few dozen eggs or half a dozen chickens, and take a
daily. Surely, Mr. Editor, you are
losing money, and living on short rations. Wake
up, or you will be considered an “Old Fogy.”
A Just Reader.
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Summary:--Concert Hall—Mr. and Mrs. Harry
Macarthy—“Lend Me Five Dollars;” recitation—“Bucks have at ye all;”
Paddy Carey;” “A Pleasant Neighbor”
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Is it a Sin to Differ with the Administration?
We have seen so many who seemed prepared to answer this question in the
affirmative that we begin to believe them in earnest.
At first we supposed that such intimations were made to scare the timid
ones who might fear that their loyalty would be questioned, and also because a
sweeping assertion that no argument was proper, was much easier than logical
argument itself. The number of
those, however, who take that view of the case, comprising statesmen of
unquestioned ability, and papers whose writers can boast of honor unblemished
and integrity undoubted, seems to demand some more earnest reply than the
derision with which we were at first inclined to meet such an idea.
We think, in all candor, that our opponents have exactly reversed the
legitimate argument. Their idea, and
consequent demand is—“Do not embarrass the Administration.”
The correct position to insist upon is, that the Administration shall
not embarrass the people! . . .
It is the citizen at home who provides the food, the transportation, the
clothing, the all important essentials, without which the armies would disband.
No flood of money, nor stimulated energy of trade or manufacture, can at
all compensate for defective patriotism at home—no power of conscription, or
dread of court martial, or deserter-hunting cavalry, can make the soldier fight,
if he loses his love for the sacred cause.
It is the fire of patriotism which burns under the dirty apron of the
blacksmith, amid the spindles of the manufactory, in the heart of the plow boy,
and in the soul of the humblest private, which alone can light the black path
which our feet have to climb to the summits of Freedom. . . .
Let the officer be held to strict account for the depredations on private
property, in or near his lines. Don’t
let the flowers from a milliner’s show case be used in those ugly
bouquet-holders—the soldier’s muskets; nor the ribbons to ornament the
bayonets; nor the strings of pianos to be taken for wires to clean pipes; nor
parlor carpets for horse blankets; nor furniture for fire wood; nor fences for
fuel; nor occupied houses for coffins.
Mr. Toombs once remarked to Mr. Davis:
“The greatest evil that can befall a community is the presence of a
hostile army, and the next greatest evil, is the presence of a friendly one; and
there is but little difference.”
That is true now, but ought not to remain true. . . .
Then let us arouse from our sleep and rekindle the fires on our altars.
The appeal to patriotism must save us, or we shall not be saved.
The women have never yet faltered. There
are yet thousands in the field who stand and die, but do not yield, and we have
on the rolls of our army, more than enough to defeat the present invasion
and to meet the Militia of the North when called out, and slaughter them as the
Greeks did the Persians of old. . .
[excellent editorial!]
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Pizarro”; “A Pleasant Neighbor”
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Enamelled Rubber
Oil Cloth!
Being anxious to close our business, we offer for sale, at a reduced price,
1,800 Yds. Superior Oil Cloth,
Manufactured of Sheeting and Osnaburgs.
Apply to
J. N. Barnett & Co.,
James Miller,
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Gwinnett Manufacturing Company.—Mr. E. Steadman, Agent of the Gwinnett
Manufacturing Company addresses the following card to manufacturers:
Office Gwinnett Manufacturing Co.,}
The Factory of this Company was burnt yesterday, and by it 250 employees
have been thrown out of work. We
have as good a set of hands as any establishment in the State.
All who may be in want of any kind of Machinists, Repairers, Overseers,
and Operatives, are requested to write to me, as we want them all to have
employment.
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For the
Constitutionalist.
An Appeal to Our
Citizens.
The Executive Committee of the Association for the relief of
The people of North Georgia—the citizens of our own State, helpless
women and children, driven from their homes and firesides by the advancing
columns of the vandal horde, who are desolating and laying waste the country
through which they pass, have sought refuge in Atlanta and places adjacent.
To feed and clothe them, to shelter them from the weather, is a duty
which devolves upon the fellow citizens more fortunately situated.
Whenever appeals of this kind have been made to our community, the
response has always been most liberal, and the committee feel sure that such
will be the case in this instance.
Contributions of provisions and clothing, either for women or children,
will be received at the store of the Georgia Relief and Hospital Association.
The ladies are particularly requested to aid in procuring clothing.
Any citizen who can provide accommodations for a portion of these
unfortunate refugees, will also confer a favor by making the same known at the
aforesaid store.
W. C. Jones, Sec’y.
To Rev. J. O. A. Clark,
Dear Sir:--Your esteemed dispatch is before me this afternoon, and I
hasten to inform you, that we have on our hands at present, quite a large number
of families, whom we are supplying with shelter and provisions.
We are, principally, in want of bacon, flour, meal, &c., or other
provisions in lieu. Our number is
being increased, as Gen. Johnston’s army approaches this place, and I feel
sure it might be better that some of them could be provided for elsewhere.
Any assistance that can be rendered will do a vast amount of good.
Respectfully,
John W. Duncan,
Sec’y. Atlanta Relief Com.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“The Jacobite”; “Lend Me Five Dollars”
Summary: Concert
Hall—June 6—“Damon and Pythias, and Other Novelties”
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The
In the earlier part of the war whilst we had no defences of moment
between this city and the coast, it was of the first importance to conceal from
the enemy the extent of the Government works in this place.
It could then be probably done as it would take time for them to believe
the reports sent to them by their spies and agents.
This condition of things has long since ceased.
The Federals are perfectly posted in relation to every work of note
throughout the Confederacy which has been in operation at any time.
Indeed they are better informed on many points of our affairs than our
own people. As to the alleged
invitation which the publication of certain facts connected with the Government
works located here gives the Yankees it is an absurdity.
The great importance of the
The products of the Government works at this place were given to this
public to place them on the same level of information as the enemy whose agents
undoubtedly abound everywhere and keep them informed.
That there are emissaries of the Yankee Government in our community,
witness the cutting of the Telegraph wires immediately around the city, and the
attempt to fire the powder works some time since.
Our people should know the importance of the public interests here so
that they mat be induced to lend their aid in defending them from the malicious
designs of spies, traitors and deserters, and particularly to induce the large
number of men in this community who as yet belong to no military organization to
come forward and join or form companies of their own.
Repeated appeals have been made to our people for this purpose, and we
again suggest the necessity for a prompt response.
The objections urged by some to the statistics which first appeared in
the Constitutionalist, are not well taken, for the information we gave, was
semi-official, and from an officer high in the confidence of the War Department.
We appreciate all patriotic suggestions, but respectfully submit that the
Department of War, and even the commander of a Post, are better judges of such
propriety, than those who criticise them. We
have felt this much due the public, but shall not soon annoy our readers again
with our own affairs.
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New Music.—We have received from Schreiner & Son,
We have also received from Blackmar & Bro., of this city, “I’m
Leaving Thee in Sorrow, Annie,” music by George Baker.
“Yes we Think of Thee at Home,” music by E. Clarke Ilsley, and words
by J. H. Hewitt and Rivinac’s Medley Quick Step—the price of each 1,50.
All the above pieces may be had at Blackmar’s.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Damon and Pythias;” recitation “
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Richard the Third”
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On Consignment
and for
2,400 prs. English Cotton Cards, in Leaf on Leather,
1,000 prs. English Army Calf Skin Shoes,
10 bales 40 inch Hessians or Flax Osnaburgs. . .
Charlie B. Day,
Corner Broad and Jackson sts.
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Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.
Letter from
We have left the sandy flats of Paulding county, and are once more among
the blue hills, and the open meadow lands.
The Kennesaw mountain, which rises like a camel from the dead level, is
occupied by our signal corps. Our
lines extend along its base. We are
five miles in front of
In regard to the change, it can only be said to have arisen out of the
necessity, which compels us to move with the enemy.
The long delay about
Grape.
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Summary:
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In Press,
And Will Be Soon
Issued,
The Camp Follower.
Being a collection
of Tales, Humor-
ous Sketches,
Poetry, Anec-
dotes, &c.,
&c.
Selected and
prepared for the amusement of
The Camp
and Our
Army in the Field.
The Trade Supplied
on Liberal
Terms, Address,
Stockton & Co.
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The
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Summary:--Concert Hall—“La Tour de Nesle;” “Betsey
Baker”
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Correspondence of
the Courier.
Interesting Letter
from
. . . According to the Abolition papers,
Here in
. . . A novel of the “Uncle Tom” species is having a
run in Yankeedom. It is called
“Cudjo’s Cave,” and the scene is laid in
Palmetto.
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. . . We learn that the Concert Hall, being the property of
orphans, their legal representatives do not feel at liberty to improve and
decorate as they would otherwise do. Could
not an extended lease be obtained upon such favorable terms as would warrant the
entire renewal of decorations, scenery, fresco, &c.; especially the
abolition of that horrible drop curtain which makes us despond of our country
when we look at the milk and pumpkin colors on the flags, and to doubt if truth
does live in a well, when we look at the mammoth well buckets which were
intended for tassals [sic], and at the sub-oceanic wilderness of sea-weed
fringe, over which they hang. Let us
also be freed from those paintings on the ceiling which imitate the stains of
dirty rain water, so admirably that strangers mistake them for the reality.
We have read of painters who imitated fruit, so as to deceive birds, and
curtains so as to deceive men. There
is a similar optical delusion, in looking at the admirable imitation of a piece
of canvass, hanging down from the magnificent dome of our theatre.
We want to see Harry Macarthy try something in the higher walks of his
profession.—Get hold of him Dalton, and persuade him into something pathetic;
and if he don’t make his audience cry, the there is less feeling in his heart,
than often appears in his handsome face.
But all this is not criticism, for that is finding fault!
Well, perhaps it is more pleasant not to be a critic; for it gives
pleasure to cause pleasure, and the wondrous wisdom we should display in a
snapping-turtle effusions, would not pay for a laurel-wreath at the present
price of evergreens.
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Summary: Concert Hall—“The Merchant of
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Christmas Eve, or A Duel in the Snow;” “The Two Lovers”
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New Music.—We return our thanks to the Julian A. Selby, Esq., Music
Publisher,
The South—Poetry by Charlie Wildwood, and Music by John H. Hewett.
Keep Me Awakke [sic], Mother—Words by Mrs. M.
W. Stratton, and Music by Jos. Hart Denck.
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A Noble Little Girl.
A friend of ours belonging to one of the local companies while en route
to Andersonville, with Yankee prisoners, a few days since, received at a way
station, the name of which we do not now remember, the following letter from a
little girl about ten years of age, who was waving a miniature Confederate flag,
as she expresses it, to encourage our brave boys.
We were so much pleased with its contents that we requested permission to
publish it. Bessie is a little
heroine. Her letter speaks for
itself:
[“]My name is Bessie Royce. I
am an exile with my mother and sister from my dear sweet home in
Franklin, Middle Tennessee. I was ordered
out of the Federal lines the 16th day of April, 1863, by General
Grainger. Four days before we
received our orders, the Federals and confederates fought around our house for
three hours, but we were not alarmed in the least.
On the contrary, my mother captured four guns and a lot of ammunition,
and I captured a fine revolver by climbing over a fence seven feet high.
We were left on the battle field that night with the dead.
The Feds refused to move them until the next day.
They then buried the Confederates close by the side of us, but the
precious Yankees were conveyed to the cemetery.
As I said above, we received orders four days after, to leave their lines
in three days. They then put guards
around us so we could save nothing except our clothes.
We then went to Grand Pa’s in East Tennessee, and the 5th of
July Papa was captured at the fight at
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Summary: Concert
Hall;--“Christmas Eve, or A Duel in the Snow;” “The Two Lovers’
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Hands Wanted at
Bainbridge
Cotton Factory.
The white male operatives, between the ages of seventeen and fifty,
employed at this Factory, having been conscripted and ordered to the army, by
directions of Lieut. Wynn, of Albany, the Chief Enrolling Officer of this
district, I wish, for the purpose of continuing employment to their families,
and to the children and female help around us, to obtain an industrious,
attentive and competent man for Overseer of Carding Room; also, one for Spinning
Room; also, one Machinist, fully acquainted with repairs of Cotton Machinery;
also, one Engineer. All of whom must
possess undoubted qualifications, and be over the conscript age.
I also want a man capable of taking charge and running a Grist Mill, (one
pair Burrs) for grinding Corn, and a Circular saw.
Persons under fifty years of age, and who cannot bring good
recommendations need not apply.
As my works are stopped for want of above hands, I will be at the store
of Washer Ayres, Macon, on Saturday, 18th June, 1864, and at Mr. J.
C. Dawson’s,
Bainbridge,
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A Good Move.—We learn from a card in one of the
We should be much gratified to see a similar move made in
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A magnificent battle flag, to be made by the Misses Semon, of
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Cotton and Woolen
Card Clothing.
I am engaged in the Manufacture of Card Clothing, of superior quality,
equal to any of English or Northern make. Orders
promptly filled at reasonable rates.
James G. Gibbs,
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[For the Constitutionalist.]
Messrs. Editors: In your
comments yesterday, on the notice of Rev. Mr. Stickney, the Post Chaplain of
Columbus, who asks for aid to establish a Circulating Library for the soldiers,
you spoke of this effort not only in terms of commendation, but as something
novel, and without precedent. Such,
however, is not the fact.—Months ago, Rev. Mr. Hard, the Chaplain at this
post, established in the hospitals here the nuclei of libraries, and, I
remember, advertised in your columns, soliciting aid in the truly praiseworthy
undertaking. We are glad to learn
that, through the kindness of friends, he has placed in the hospitals several
hundred volumes of choice reading matter.
I have written this not merely to secure honor to whom honor is due, but
to make known to our citizens who have not contributed to the enterprise that
they still have an opportunity of so doing.
Philo.
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Latest from
A lady friend who once in three years honors us by a rememberance [sic] of our existence, sends us the following with a request that we reproduce it, for the benefit of those who have a fellow experience, with the greatest living assassin of King’s-English. It is said that “a little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest;” and to those who can for even a moment, look cheerfully back upon abandoned Homes, we commend the maxim of the song—“It is better to laugh than be sighing.”
[For the Southern
Confederacy.]
Bill Arp, the
Roman Runagee.
Mr. Editur: “Remote,
onfrended, melankolly, slow,” as somebody sed, I am now seekin a log in some
vast wilderness, a lonely roost in some Okeefeenokee swamp, where the fowl
invaders cannot travel nor their pontoon bridges phloat.
If Mr. Shakspeere were correct when he writ that “sweet are the juices
of adversity,” then it are resunabul to suppose that me and my foaks and many
others must have some sweetnin to spare. When
a man is aroused in the ded of night, and smells the approach of the fowl
invader; when he feels konstrained to change his base and bekum a runagee from
his home, leavin behind him all those ususary things which hold body and soul
together; when he looks, perhaps the last time, upon his lively home where he
has been for many delightful years raisin children and chickens, strawberries
and peas, lie soap and inyuns, and all such luxuries of this subordinate life;
when he imagines every onusual sound to be the crack of his earthly doom; when
from sich influences he begins a dignified retreat, but soon is konstrained to
leave the dignity behind, and git away without regard to the order of his
going—if there is any sweet juice in the like of that, I havent been able to
see it. No, Mr. Editur, sich scenes
never happened in Bill Shakspeer’s day, or he wouldent have writ that line.
I don’t know that the lovely inhabitants of your butiful sitty need any
fourwarnins to make ‘em avoid the breakers upon which our vessel wrecked; but
for fear they should some day shake their gory locks at me, I will make publik a
breef allusion to some of the painful sirkumstances which lately okkurred in the
regions of the eternal sitty.
Not many days ago, the everlastin Yankees (may they live always when the
devil gits em) made a violent assault upon the sitty of the hills—the eternal
sitty, where a hundred years the Injun rivers have been blendin their waters
peacefully together—where the Choktaw children built their flutter mills and
toyed with frogs and tadpoles while these majestik streams were but little
spring branches a bablin along their sandy beds.
For 3 days and nights our valyunt troops had beat bak the fowl invader,
and saved our pullets from their devourin jaws.
For 3 days and nights we bade farewell to every fear, luxuriating upon
the triumph of our arms, and the sweet juices of our strawberries and cream.
For 3 days and nights fresh troops from the South poured into our streets
with shouts that made the welkin ring, and the turkey bumps rise all over the
flesh of our people. We felt that
But alas for human hopes! Man
that is born of woman (and there are no other sort that I know of) has but few
days that ain’t full of trouble. Altho
the troops did shout, altho their brass band musik swelled upon the gale, altho
the turkey bumps rose as the welkin rung, altho the commanding Genaral assured
us that Rome was to be held at every hazard, and that on to-morrow the big
battul was to be fought, and the fowl invaders hurled all howlin and bleedin to
the shores of the Ohio, yet it did transpire some how that on tuesday night, the
military evakuation of our sitty was peremptorily ordered.
No note of warnin, no whisper of alarm no hint of the morrow came from
the muzzled lips of him who had lifted our hopes so high.
Calmly and cooly, we smoked our killykinick, and surveyed the embarkation
of troops, konstruin it to be some grand manoover of military strategy.
About 10 o’clock we retired to rest to dream of to-morrows viktory.
Sleep soon overpowered us like the fog that kivered the earth, but nary
bright dream had kum, nary vision of freedom and glory.
On the kontrary our rest were uneasy—strawberries and cream seemed to
be holdin secession meetins within our corporate limits, when suddenly in the
twinklin of an eye, a friend aroused us from our slumber and put a new faze upon
the “situation.” Gen. Johnston
was retreatin, and the blue nosed Yankees were to pollute our sakred soil next
mornin. Then cum the jug of war.
With hot and feverish haste, we started out in search of transportation,
but nary transport could be had. Time
honerd frendship, past favors shown, everlastin gratitood, numerous small and
luvely chilern, kunfederate kurrency, new isshoes, bank bills, black bottles,
all influences were urged and used to sekure a korner in a kar, but nary
korner—too late—too late—the pressure for time was fearful and
tremengious—the steady clock moved on—no Joshua about to lengthen out the
night, no rollin stock, no steer, no mule. With
reluktant and hasty steps, we prepared to make good our exit by that overland
line which rail roads do not control, nor A Q Ms impress.
With our families and a little clothing, we crossed the Etowah bridge
about the broke of day on Wednesday the 17th of May, 1864—prezakly
a year and two weeks from the time When General Forrest marched in triumph
through our streets. By and by, the
bright rays of the mornin sun dispersed the heavy fog which like a pall of deth
had overspread all natur. Then were
exhibited to our afflicted gaze, a highway crowded with wagins and teams, kattle
and hogs, niggers and dogs, wemen and children, all movin in dishevelled haste
to places and parts unknown. Mules
were brayin, cattle were lowin, hogs were squeelin, sheep were blatin, children
were cryin, wagginers cussin, whips were poppin, and horses stallin, but still
the grand karavan moved on. Everybody
was kontinually a lookin behind, and drivin before—everybody wanted to know
everything, and nobody knew nothin. Ten
thousand wild rumors filled the sirkumambient air. The everlastin kavalry was
there, and as they dashed to and fro, gave false alarms of the enemy bein in hot
pursuit.
About this most kritikul juncture of affairs, some philanthropik frend
passed by with the welkum news that the bridge wer burnt, and the danger all
over. Then ceased the panick, then
came the peaceful calm of heroes after the strife of war is over—than
exklaimed Frank Ralls, my demoralized frend, “thank the good Lord for that.
Bill lets return thanks and stop and rest—boys let me git out and lie
down—I am as humble as a ded nigger—I tell you the truth—I sung the long
meter doxology as I crossed the Etowah bridge, and I expekted to be a ded man in
15 minutes. Be thankful fellers,
lets all be thankful—the bridge is burnt, and the river is three miles deep.
God sakes, do you rekun them Yankees
With most distressin flow of language, he kontinued his rapsody of random
remarks.
Then there was the trump of good fellows, Big John—as clever as
he is fat and as fat as old Falstaff—with indefatigable
dilligence he had secured as a last resort, a one horse steer spring waggin,
with a low flat body a settin on two kiketty springs.
Bein mounted thereon, he was urgin a more speedy locomoshun, by layin on
to the karkass of the poor old steer with a thrash pole some ten feet long.
Havin stopped ahouse, he prokured a two inch auger, and borin a hole thro
the dash board, pulled the steer’s tail through and tied up the end in a knot.
“My runnin gear is weak,” said he, “but I don’t intend to be
stuck in the mud. If the body holds
good, and the steer don’t pull off his tail, why Bill, I am safe.”
“My frend,” sed I, “will you please to inform me what port you are
bound for, and when you expect to reach it?”
“No port at all, Bill,” sed he, “I am goin ded strate to the big
Farewell, Big John, farewell!
“Twas painful to my heart,
To see thy chances of escape,
Was that old steer and kart.
Me thinks I see thee now,
With axletrees all broke.
And wheels with nary hub at all,
And hubs with nary spoke.
But though the mud is deep,
Thy wits will never fail;
That faithful steer will take the out,
If thou wilt hold his tail.
Mr. Editur, under sich varygated scenes we reported progress, and in
course of time arrived under the shadow of the sitty’s wings, aboundin in
gratitude and joy.
With sweet and patient sadness, the tender hearts of our wives and
daughters beat mournfully as we moved along.
Often, alas how often, was the tear seen swiming in the eye, and the lip
quivring with emotion, as memory lingered around their deserted homes, thoughts
dwelt upon past enjoyments and future desolation.
We plucked the wild flowers as we passed, sang songs of merriment,
exchanged our wit with children—smothering, by every means, the sorrow of our
fate. These things, together with
the comick events that okkurred by the way, were the safety valves that saved
the poor heart from bursting. But
for sich things our heads would have been fountains and our hearts a river of
tears. Oh, if some kind frend would
set our retreat to musik, if he coud make a tune to fit the manner of our
leaving, and the emotions which befell us by the way, it would be greatly
appresiated indeed. It should be a
plaintive tune, interspersed with okkasional comick notes and frequent fuges
skattered promiskuously along.
Mr. Editur, the world will never know the half that transpired in these
eventful times, unless my frend, Frank Ralls, are kalled upon to deliver a
kourse of lektures upon the subjek. what
he don’t know, of dident do himself, are not worth knowing or doing.
Our retreat were kondukted in excellent good order, atter the bridge was
burnt. If there were any stragglin
at all, they straggled ahead. It
would have delighted Gen. Johnston to have seen the alakrity of our movements.
If I were vain enuf to assert, that I wer considered the commanding
offiser of this remarkable retreat, I should say that our suksess were mainly
due to the able coadjutors who were with me.
I would hand their names down to posterety, Mr. Editur, but where so many
acted gallantly, it are impossibul to draw distinkshuns.
The great struggle of our contest seemed to be, which army could retreat
the fastest. Gen. Johnston or
ourn—which could outphlank the other, and I allow as how it wer pull Dick pull
Devil between em. It ar a source of
regret however that some of our households of the Afrikan scent, have fell back
in the arms of the fowl invaders. I
suppose they may now be kalled missin genaturs, and are by this time inkreasin
the stock of Odour d’Afrique in Northern society, which popular perfume
have scourged out of the market all those extracts which made X Bazin, Jules
Haul, and Lubin famous. Good bye
sweet otter of roses, farewell ye balms of a thousand flowers—your days are
numbered.
But I must klose this melankolly narrative and hasten to subskribe
myself,
Your Runagee,
Bill Arp.
P.S.—Tip are still faithful onto the end.
He say the old turkey we left behind have been settin for 14 weeks, and
the fowl invaders are welkum to her—furthermore that he throwd a dead cat in
the well and they are welkum to that.
B.A.
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Wouldn’t Take the Oath.—The
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Lucretia Borgia”; song; “The Two Lovers”
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A Model Love-Letter: The
Macon Confederate vouches for the authenticity of the following
“love-letter” sent by a backwards Julit [sic] to a gentleman in the lower
part of the State. It is very
effecting [sic]:
Mistar:--Mi dar kind frend i tak the plesar in ritin yo a fu lines to let
yo i have fel in lov with yo i hope my lov ant in vane i du want yo and me to be
com quanted i du think we cod a gre if yo wod col to se me won time i cod com to
se yo if we can a gre it wont du for yo to com of a nit if yo was sene her of a
nit the naburs wod git mad at me dar frend i cod tel yo some thing wod be for yo
god if yo wil col to my hos at five a clok this even send me word in a not if yo
plese dont think hard my bold adrese.
is a bell jones.
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New Paper Mill.—The
The buildings and machinery are new and perfect, and although not
complete in all its details, under the guidance and skill of its energetic
foreman, Mr. T. F. Scully, a veteran in the business, the mills are turning out
an excellent article of paper. It is
not as white as desired because they have not secured as yet bleaching powder,
but the body is good. Several months
ago, ere they commenced making felts at Columbus, Mr. Sully [sic?], assisted by
a lady, spun the filling and wove the dryer felts now used in the mill.
The felt is equal to the best English manufactured, and attests the
capacity of our people to manufacture all necessary articles.
Capt. G. J. Foreacre, well known to our citizens for his ability and
enterprize, is superintendent. The
success of this enterprise is equivalent to a brilliant victory.
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Feeding Our Soldiers.
In a recent trip up the Georgia Railroad, (which did not extend to the
front,) we were struck—not hurt—by two things.
One was the terrible wear of the road and its cars, showing that in spite
of the well known energy of all connected with it, that the drain of men from
all industrial pursuits is beginning to tell fearfully upon us.
All these things, however, have to be endured, and a happy end will
compensate for all the means by which it was attained.
The other thing “which pleased us most,” was a committee of ladies
from Wilkes county, feeding the hungry soldiers on the trains both ways.
It is not our purpose to be eloquent about ministering angels, attending
to hungry humanity with the devotion of “love at the death couch, or hope at
the toomb [sic];” nor to talk as all people talk about “cheering smiles,”
&c., &c. Not that we don’t
believe it all and more too, but then it don’t do justice to the subject.
As usual, we could not find out who the ladies were, for the ministration
of women, like that of her sisters with wings, is always done on earth in
disguise.
One lady we did find out to be the wife of a hero, who—if heroic valor
be a proper theme for praise—deserves more than he has ever received; and who,
in our own sight, has displayed a gallantry which should make his wreath
encircled stars shine brighter than those which nightly gem the glittering belt
of Orion.
We learned that the ladies engaged in this noble work are all from
The fare they gave the soldiers was fully equal to what they would find
at our hotels, and was enjoyed by them in a way that the ladies can hardly
appreciate; for everybody is hungry who comes from
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Hall—“The Hunchback;” quartette by the Thespian Family
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The Tender Mercies of the Wicked.—The Vicksburg correspondent of the
New York Tribune gives the following account of the condition of the negroes
torn from their homes by Gen. Sherman in
[“]Some 3,000 slaves, of all ages and colors, reached here yesterday.
It was one of the saddest spectacles witnessed for a long time in
We learn from the Boston Courier of a later date that the suffering of
these poor homeless wretches continued in all its intensity.
No more political capital could be made out of them, and nothing was done
to help them. They were free to
perish.
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A Most Horrible Outrage by the Enemy.—The Richmond Examiner gives the
particulars of an act of brutal lawlessness committed by the enemy in New Kent
county, which, while it perfectly illustrates the Yankee character, is too
shocking to humanity and morals for recital here, but for a desire to vindicate
history, ancient and modern, from the supposition that their records blush with
a deed equal to it in God defying atrocity.
Two young ladies, daughters of one of the most wealthy and respected
citizens of New Kent, were seized by a squad of the enemy who invaded the
residence, forced into a chamber and their maiden persons violated by the fiends
incarnate in the presence of their parents, who could do nothing but implore the
wretches to kill them and commute a fate worse than death.
We would cover up this deed, crying as it is, and appealing to all the
dictates of social life, but for the consciousness that facts so damning should
go upon the record to be handed down as evidence against those exemplars of
philanthropy who are warring against liberty, virtue and the social system of
civilization. Is a Christian
government, such as the Confederate States uphold, to do nothing in vindication
of law, virtue and humanity when outraged by barbarism?
Cannot General Lee make a demand upon rant for the persons of the brutes
who are the guilty perpetrators of this great crime?
We are glad to know the authenticated facts in the above case are about
being laid before the Government for its action.
Speedy, stern, summary action is demanded; if not, virgin purity is a
byword, and liberty a mockery.
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Hall—“The Hunchback”; quartette by the Thespian Family
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Muslins.
Just Received a
Large and
Desiable [sic] Lot
of Plain
and Figured
Mourning Muslins
at
$5 Per Yard.
M. M. Cohen & Co.
No. 294 Broad St
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Salt Barter.
I will barter SALT from my own manufactory for produce, on the following
terms—Salt 50 lbs. per Bushel:
4 Bush. Salt, for 5 bushels Corn or Peas,
1 “
“ “
5 pounds Lard or Bacon,
1 “
“ “
1 gallon Syrup,
2 “
“ “
7 pounds good Sugar,
10 “
“ “
1 bbl. superfine Flour,
1 “
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5 yards 4-4 Shirting,
2 “
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1 pair Shoes,
1 “
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7½ pounds Nails.
Goods to be delivered in
F. W. Claussen.
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Hall—“Michael Erle;” “The Spectre Bridegroom”
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To All Whom It May Concern.—The following has been sent us without the
name, which we always require, but from the importance of the facts contained in
the communication we give it a place in our columns without vouching for their
truthfulness. We have frequently
alluded to the criminal practice of shooting on the river banks, thereby
endangering the lives of the people on the
Mr. Editor: We were glad to
see that you had again called the attention of your civil authorities to what
you mildly call “careless shooting,” but to us who hear, and to some of us
to feel the force of these careless bullets it is something more.
It is a downright outrage, not only against us but against the heretofore
well governed city of
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A Gigantic Publishing House.—The Columbia Guardian noticing the
extensive establishment of the well known publishers, Messrs. Evans &
Cogswell, says:
The war found these gentlemen located in Charleston, where they had
gradually built up the largest printing office—except the Methodist Publishing
House at Nashville—in the Southern States.
Since then they have imported from
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Hall—Mr. and Mrs. Harry Macarthy in “The Irish Tutor” and “Irish
Mormons”
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A
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Desolated Homes.
Ever since this war began, one of its chief evils has been the forsaken
homes and cold, silent firesides that exist in the light of its read [sic]
planet—Mars.
Early amid the shadows which the advancing terror cast before, were seen
the hurrying forms of those who fled from “that dearest spot on earth to them,
their home, sweet home.”
Those who accept the sad fate of the homeless, flying from the midnight
behind to the twilight before, do so cheered by the hope that the exile will be
but a brief one.
Thus have the beautiful daughters of Maryland, the blooming girls of
Kentucky, and the fair children of the West, looked back half smiles, half
tears, upon windows closed and flowers forsaken, but been cheered by the
hope—“we will soon come back.” Alas!
they are absent yet.
Now the “despot’s heel is on our shore,” and Georgia girls
are refugees from home, and mothers take their babes and leave the “low
trundle bed” behind them; and youth departs from home with the hope which is
part of youth; and age remembers that the last is but the most bitter of
life’s many disappointments, and trusting yet to at least be buried under the
trees of the home graveyard, they too depart.
With the young, strong arms, which are the defence of beauty and the
support of age, gone from them; with even the sympathies of friends who yet have
homes, blunted by the universal trouble of which each soul has its part, it is
hard to journey into strange places, even had the Egyptian seven years of plenty
reigned there, and were the faith of God pledged that the bones of each old
Joseph should at last rest in the sepulchre of his fathers.
But we are indulging too far a somewhat chronic habit of thinking on
paper. We only wished to commend to
our readers the following verses, kindly furnished us by an esteemed townsman,
from the pen of a lady whose word pictures are generally admired and much
published by our Southern press. It
has never been published before.
It is true that “Home is where the heart is,” but it is also true
that the heart, in its dearest memories, is always at home.
My Home in the Enemy’s Lines.
Back from their wanderings, beautiful home,
To dwell in thy bowers, the spring birds have come,
And wild notes of melody float on the breeze,
From minstrels far up in the tall cedar trees.
Oh! sweet are
their songs, but I’m longing in vain,
To hear the birds sing in my own home again.
My beautiful home—like a jewel enshrined
In vines that around thee so lovingly twined,
Where thousands of flowers their petals unclose,
And zephyrs are perfumed with lily and rose—
I pine for the shade of thy sweet scented bowers,
The song of thy birds, and the breath of thy flowers.
Ah! never to me seemed the sun half so bright
As when his warm beams, in a shower of light.
Came out of the azure of Heaven’s high dome,
And crowned thee with glory—my beautiful home.
I close my sad eyes, and in fancy behold
That radient [sic] picture, all tinted with gold.
But dearly I loved, when the moon from on high,
Looked smilingly out of the clear evening sky,
To sit on my vine-wreathed piazza, and view
The flowers and shrubbery, spangled with dew,
While delicate pencils, of silvery sheen,
Like touches of angels, illumined the scene.
But over my home a dark shadow is spread,
Its joys are extinguished, its happiness fled;
No laugh full of merriment rings through the hall
No voices of old, no familiar foot fall;
But strangers are pacing the smooth garden walk,
And insolent foes through the corridors stalk.
The roses still lend their perfume to the gale,
But rude forms are bending their sweets to inhale
Their fair fragrant petals are crimsoning o’er
With indignant blushes more deep than before;
The violets cower and shrink to the ground,
For rough feet are crushing the grass all around.
Farewell lovely scenes!
so endeared to my heart,
The flush dyes my cheek, and the tear drops will start,
To think than an exile I’m destined to roam,
While strangers and hirelings dwell in my home;
And each hallowed spot, once so sacred to me,
The spoil of the ruthless invader must be.
Where flash the bright waters of fair Etowah,
Defiantly floats the red banner of war;
The merciless foe in his fiery wrath
Spreads havoc and death on his pitiless path;
His war steeds are trampling the rich golden grain—
His white tents are dotting the valley and plain;
Like mists from the river, the battle clouds lie,
A veil ‘twixt the earth, and the blue summer sky,
Till soft balmy breezes lift up the dense haze,
Revealing where thousands of camp-fires blaze.
The hills of
Resound with the tramp of the blood-thirsty foe.
But stout hearts await them, and strong arms of steel,
And soon these invaders their vengeance will feel,
The track that their footfalls have left on the sod,
Will soon be effaced by their own craven blood;
Wherever their battle-flag waves in the breeze
Their graves will be thick as the leaves of the trees.
How long! oh,
how long! ere this strife will be o’er?
And Plenty and Peace smile upon us once more,
When back to their hearthstones the exiles may throng,
And homes be made vocal with laughter and song.
When up from the soil that neglected now lies
Will sweet welcome sounds of industry arise?
Extend, gracious Father, thine own might hand,
Dispel the war clouds that envelop our land.
Oh! strengthen
our arms with invincible power
And be our shield in this terrible hour.
Send quickly the time when all nations shall see
Our glorious South independent and free!
Clarendon.
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Life Everlasting.
300 Extra fine Ladies’ Expansion Skirts.
In Store and for sale by
Churchill & Johnston.
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Female Industry.
3,000 Yards extra fine female made Country Homespun.
In Store and for sale by
Churchill & Johnston.
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Manufacturers’
Convention.
Morning Session.
The Convention of the “Manufacturers’ Association of the Confederate
States” convened at the City Hall, in this city, yesterday morning, at eleven
o’clock. The following delegates
appeared, enrolled their names, and took their seats:
Wm Gregg, President, Sr, Graniteville Manufacturing Co, S C.
Wm E Jackson, Augusta Factory.
James H Taylar, Batesville Man’g Co, S C.
Adam Johnston,
E Steadman,
Dan’l Pratt, Prattsville Man’g Co,
John A Young
Isaac Powell, High Shoals Factory, Geo.
A Poullain, Scull Shoals
“
“
J McDonald,
Geo Makepeace, Cedar Falls Co, N C.
E Lafitte, Graniteville Man’g Co.
J C Beaman, Troup Factory, Geo.
John A Barker, Lester’s Mills, S C.
R L Bloomfield,
H H Hickman, Graniteville Man’g Co.
James Montgomery, Batesville Man’g Co, S C.
H T Nelson, Bobbin and Spool Manufacturer, Webbville, Geo.
Geo Kelly, Graniteville Man’g Co, Geo.
R B Baugh, Tuscaloosa Man’g Co,
J W McConnell, Scottsville Man’g co,
James Hope,
Wm Gregg, Jr, Vancluse Factory, S C.
John White, Georgia Factory.
S Root, Eagle Factory,
W A Reid, Eatonton Man’g co, Geo.
H B
Mr. O’Brien, representative of Maj. Cunningham, Q M, C S A, was
present, and also enrolled his name. . . .
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A Pleasant Trip.—We spent yesterday very pleasantly visiting the Bath
Paper Mill and the works of the Southern Porcelain Manufacturing Company.
The Bath Mill is being pressed forward to completion as rapidly as
possible, under existing circumstances, by Mr. W. R. Huse, the courteous and
untiring agent, and will, when completed, be the largest and best arranged paper
mill in the Confederacy. Mr. Huse
has had many difficulties to contend against in putting forward the work thus
far which nothing but indomitable will and perseverance could have overcome.
It is now nearly completed, and we hope soon to have the pleasure of
announcing it in successful operation.
The Porcelain works are now under a nero [sic?] regime,
Col. Bullock as President, and our friend B. W. Kimball, Esq., late of the
Express Company, Superintendent—names that are a sure guarantee for energy and
dash in all matters of business. These
were the only works of the kind in the Confederacy at the commencement of the
war, and have been of great benefit to the country, supplying an indispensable
want. They are manufacturing a good
article of Kaolin ware, adapted to all household wants, such as pitchers, bowls,
plates, cups and saucers, etc., and are also making excellent fire brick.
Their wares are kept for sale next door to our office, and we advite
[sic] those in want to call and examine them.
After spending a pleasant hour or so at the Porcelain Works, and imbibing
some very fine spring water, we returned home, much refreshed by the
trip, the agreeability of which was greatly enhanced by the hospitality of our
old and esteemed friend Rickman, formerly of the South Carolina Railroad.
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Bill Arp on Politics.
The following literary and poetic gem will, we think, be as much enjoyed
by the emminent [sic] gentlemen it pitches into, as by their ardent admirer and
sympathizer, ourself.
We catch it about the “newspaper bullets a poppin away, and fillin the
people with fear,” but we can’t help the old “Rip Van Winkle” ideas
which come to us from the first Revolution, and while perfectly prepared to hail
Bill Arp as the proper leader of the new school, are sadly afraid that he will
find the whole State to be—in that respect—missionary ground.—The
vulgarism do not please us:
Special
Correspondence of the Confederacy.
Bill Arp in the
Piny Woods.
Postin Meditashuns
Among the Tooms.
Mr. Editur—Sir: Konverted
over to the doktrine of squatter sovreenty, we have pitched our tents in the
piny woods. Afur oph in these fields
of illimitable space, we are free to
Fromeller who was persuin these interestin scenes we have lately heard
the military situation in the front and the rear.
Through him we have heard of a voice from the Toombs which has spoken
through six heavy columns of the Augusty Cronicle—a warnin to all peepul agin
the assaults of that same old bear, which are known as the Habeas Korpus.
Through him we have heard of that tremengous struggle which Alek and Bob
and my old friend Joe are still wagin to attrakt publik attenshun.
Trooly the tragedy in the “front” seems likely to be absorbed by the
farce in the “rear,” and I feel konstrained to set forth in immortal verse
the sublime view which sich things have inspired within my poetik boosum.
Joseph are supposed to be still ahead, and like Saul among the prophets
kalled up the spirit of Bobuel in the followin jinglin style:
[poem—Joseph’s Ernest Request—long]
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Now Ready!
The Camp
Follower!!
Contains the
Following Stories:
“The Cock
Fight;”
“The Wife’s
Strategem;”
“How I Coated
Sal;”
“The Champion;”
And many other Humorous Sketches, Anecdotes, Poetry, &c., designed for the
Amusement of the Camp.
Single Copies, Postage paid $2.50. The
usual discount to the trade.
Address
Stockton & Co.,
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Ben Bolt”; Harry Macarthy will sing “The Brick-Bat Fight at Fort
Sumter” words by Miss Carrie Bell Sinclair, music by Harry Mccarthy; the
Protean Comedietta “Little Blanche”
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At $8 a Yard,
Violet Organdies and Mourning Chalais.
For sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Veils and Mits.
Black Lace Veils and Mits.
For sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Vest Buttons.
Black and Colored Vest Buttons.
For sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
| At $7 a Yard.
Prints, of handsome Patterns.
For sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Scotch Tape.
Scotch Tape of assorted widths, and Patent Rolls.
For sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
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Blackberries.
The Government needs Blackberry Wine for sick soldiers.
Ten Dollars will be paid for every bushel of Blackberries delivered to
any depot on the railroads in
Mr. Jules Popelin is my duly authorized agent for the manufacture of
Blackberry Wine.
George S. Blackie,
Surgeon and Med. Purveyor, 5th Depot.
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A Novelty—Home Manufactured Ice?—We had the pleasure of witnessing
yesterday an enterprise recently introduced into our city by our energetic and
persevering fellow citizen, Capt. Camille Girardey—at once an enterprise of
great utility, and a novelty to the people of this country; an enterprise due at
once to the energy of the gentleman who has introduced it here.
This enterprise is no less than a machine for the manufacture of ice!
It is the invention of M. Carrie, of
A great portion of the ice thus made is for the Government—to be used
in Hospitals, particularly for the sick and wounded soldiers, while a portion
will be reserved for the public to whom it will be sold at as reasonable rates
as possible. Thus the necessities of
the war in which we are engaged, and the enterprise of our people we are
becoming, daily more and more independent of “our Yankee brethren;” and by
the time the war closes, we hope, not only to achieve our political and
industrial independence of the people who are trying to subjugate us, as well as
of the world at large. Let us labor
by all the means in our power, to accomplish this great end.
We will, through the courtesy of Captain Girardey, be enabled to give our
readers a more detailed account of this curious machine in a few days.
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Cotton Cards.
The Bonesville Manufacturing Company are now prepared to furnish the
public with a good article of Cotton Cards at the following rates of exchange
for provisions in weight, the provisions to be delivered at the Factory, or at
Thompson,
Four bushels or 224 pounds of corn.
“
“ “
192 “
“ meal.
“
“
“ 240
“
“ clean peas.
16 pounds of bacon, hams or shoulders.
15 “
“ “
sides or lard.
75 “
“ flour.
3½ bushels or 150 pounds of wheat.
Those sending by railroad will have their sacks returned immediately.
For sheep, goat, dog, horse, deer or coon skins, raw or tanned, we will
exchange cards at the market price of each.
Wanted, also, tan bark, beech, birch and maple lumber, sawed 5/8 of an
inch thick, without regard to width, not under six inches, for which the highest
market price will be paid.
This is purely a Southern institution, gotten up at great risk and
expense, and we solicit for it a liberal share of patronage.
Jno. R. Wilson, President.
Peter Jones, Superintendent.
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From the Army and
Navy Messenger.
The Soldier’s
Wife.
The following noble and touching lines were written by the wife of a
I’m sitting all alone, my love,
The babes have gone to sleep;
And I am sad enough, my love,
To hide my eyes and weep;
For when the friendly day has gone,
The lonely night will come;
‘Tis sad—so sad to be alone,
In a deserted home!
First Kitty came, with sunny hair—
Just like her Pa’s, and said,
With bowed head, her lisping prayer,
Then went away to bed.
Then came little Minnie, bright,
With folded weary wings;
She closed her dewy eyes of light,
The winsome, sleepy thing.
And so I’m all alone, my love,
And how can I refrain
From weeping, when I think my love,
You may not come again?
Yet still I would not have thee here;
I’d rather thou would’st find
A glorious grave in battle there,
Than lag at home behind!
Then nobly do your duty, love,
I’ll bear this lonely life;
I’ll be a brave dead soldier’s love,
Before a coward’s wife.
For though my nights whole ages seem,
And days drag on like years,
Bright rays of hope still often gleam,
In beauty through my tears.
And as hope shines amid those tears—
It paints an Iris bright,
That rests in love upon the years
To come, God speed the right!
A
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Good Definition.
Some sensible person says “an old maid is a lady who has attained the
age of twenty-four or five without having married a fool, a knave, a gambler or
a drunkard.”
Misses in their teens cannot appreciate this, but their elder maiden
sisters can, and it is for their benefit that we take the text.
It is not our intention to write a lecture on matrimony, but only to drop
a few “crumbs of comfort” where they may be needed.
At the risk of being considered old fogyish in our notions, we will
express a long entertained belief that the most loveable age of an unmarried
woman’s life commences at about twenty-five, and lasts as long as she shows no
diminution of sensibility and no ravages of time.
She has floated into the calm of her years, and is capable of making a
sensible man happy.
Girls of sweet sixteen may have such multiplicity of arts and
accomplishments that nothing which can add to the graces of mind or manner seems
omitted or forgotten, but older heads know that there is still something
lacking. They have not thoroughly
learned, because they are too young, to apply their accomplishments and exhibit
their graces advantageously—that is, profitably to themselves and those around
them. Every sensible, well-bred old
maid can do this, but who can expect so much of every sweet sixteen?
One in a hundred may be fitted for those important duties which alone can
render a woman useful, and consequently happy, but the remaining ninety-nine may
not.
The aim of female education ought to be to make her more capable of
performing the part which the laws of society and the nature of things allot as
her peculiar province. In this we
have everything to place to the credit of the old maid, for she is educated,
while the young girl is not, for want of time and experience.
It is no reproach to her that she is not married at twenty-five or
thirty. She should rejoice that she
did not fall into foolish romances or shallow wits when in her teens and unite
her destiny with any one of the characters mentioned in the definition we have
quoted. Let no girl be in a hurry to
marry—let her never marry until she feels sure that her lover will make a good
husband, and that she can make a good wife.
“She looketh well to the ways of her household,” is a commendation
which every lady who is mistress of a family should be ambitious to merit, and
should she possess genius and talent, let her still remember that to make a home
for her husband and children is the most praiseworthy success with which she can
ever be crowned in this world.
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[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
Letter from the
Front.
Editor Constitutionalist: . . . I am, for the first time since I have
been in service, sprawling upon the floor of a hospital as a patient.
Am now convalescing, and have therefore an excellent opportunity of
observing matters and things in the rear. Walking
through the surburbs [sic] of this really beautiful inland town, the first thing
that attracts the attention of the soldier is the large number of attachees
[sic] to commissary and headquarter trains.
They are a lounging, lifeless, loafing, motley crew.
Among them can be found negroes of every shade and color, from ten years
old and upwards, many of them without masters.
They flock to the army, serve in any capacity during the day, while the
army is stationary. At night, and
when upon the march, they subsist themselves by stealing.
They pilfer from the cooks, and by this means many a soldier goes without
his usual daily ration. But what
arouses the indignation to its highest pitch, is to see headquarter wagons
packed in the many beautiful lawns that encircle the elegant mansions in the
vicinity of the town, the nice hedge rows, upon which so much labor and pains
have been bestowed, are trampled under the hoofs of the mules; whilst the
ornamental yard and garden enclosures are torn down and used for fuel, by the
light of which teamsters can indulge in a game of cards.
Such outrages should not for a moment be tolerated.
The Lieutenant or Major General who permits it should be held to a
personal accountability for it. Gen.
Hood, as far as my observation extends, is the only General who manifests any
regard for the property of refugee citizens.
If he deems it advisable to occupy grounds around residences, he has his
fly stretched, those of his staff around him.
The horses are hitched outside of the enclosure, while his wagons park at
a convenient distance. He permits no
depredations upon the premises, and therefore has the satisfaction of seeing
every thing left as he found it. Others
may do so, but I only speak of what I have observed.
It is no pleasure to me to have to speak of the wanton destruction of
property of citizens, who are now refugees from home, by officers or our
army. But there is a disposition
manifested by correspondents to saddle these outrages upon the private soldier.
Being one of the latter, I felt it my duty to place the odium where it
properly belongs. . . .
Eufaula.
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Headquarters Government Works,}
To the Ladies of
I have urgent need of additional assistance in making Cartridges for
small arms. I cannot procure the aid
required in time for my wants from any other source.—The continued skirmishing
and partial actions which occur almost daily between our army and the enemy
consume large quantities of rifle ammunition, and it is necessary to keep our
forces well supplied. I have an
abundance of material of all kinds, and only require the hands to put them
together in proper form. The paper
will be cut and prepared at the Arsenal and sent to the city, and every thing
supplied necessary at the City hall, where your patriotic Mayor has supplied a
convenient room for your working. Captain
Finney, of the Arsenal, will have immediate charge, and will, with his foreman,
Mr. Gaillet, give the necessary instruction.
I know you will respond to my call when I assure you your country needs
your services at this time; for how long I cannot say but I presume but for a
few weeks at most. There will be a
person at the door of the City Hall on Saturday morning, commencing at 10
o’clock and thereafter, to show the way to the working room.
Geo. W. Rains,
Colonel Commanding.
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The Ladies of
Mrs. Yates and Miss Mosely, we believe, have the charge of the good
things sent.
From Branchville, the entertainment begins on Monday and extends through
all the Stations, so that a repast is ready every day at some station,
terminating at White Pond Sunday, to recommence at Branchville every Monday.
Our informant says that the train was delayed very late, but the ladies,
some of them having come ten or twelve miles, stayed till dark.
He says the goodeis [sic] were of all sorts, and good sure enough.
God bless the ladies of the gallant little State, and may they live
forever and always have a plenty of provisions.
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From the Front.
Letter from Gen.
Johnston’s Army.
Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.
The operations of Monday continue to be developed in our favor and the
increased discomfiture of the enemy. The
silence along the lines to-day proclaimed the bloody character of the repulse.
They have been engaged burying the dead. . . Among the Yankee prisoners
captured was a girl in the disguise of a soldier of comely appearance and rather
modest mein. . .
Grape.
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[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
Letters from the 5th
In the Trenches, Post of Kennesaw}
Mountain,
Messrs. Editors: Our Division
is now stationed in the fortifications south-west of Kennesaw.
The right of the Division rests on the foot of the Mountain.
The brigades in the division are as follows:
Mercer’s,
There was some vegetables issued to the army a day or two ago, but the
rations were so very small it did not do us any good, they consisted of three
small Irish potatoes to a man, one onion (small) to three men, enough cabbage
for one man to eat for forty men, one handfull of beans for the regiment, so you
can imagine how much good we derived from it. . . .
Quill.
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A worthy old farmer was called on last Saturday, says the Prairie News,
for his mules to assist in bringing the captured wagons from the battle field.
His enthusiastic reply was: “Yes,
Gen. Forrest can get anything I’ve got; just leave the old woman, and he’s
welcome to all the balance.”
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Ice!
Ice and Ice Cream, for sale at the
French Store.
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Musquito Netts,
Already made, and very good, can be bought low.
Apply to
Millner, Keen & Co.
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A Bit of Romance.—The
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Yankee Prisoners
at
Some over-sensitive newspapers have complained of the manner in which the
Yankee prisoners, 20,000 in number, are treated at
[“] There has been in the papers, including our own by correspondents,
a great deal of needless and causeless animadversion upon the condition of the
prisoners at
It is certain the Anderson prisoners of war are generally better rationed
than the soldiers of our army, and as for being “without shelter” so far as
that is true, it is the condition of our own brave soldiers in active service.
As to the ratio of mortality, it is smaller than could be reasonably
anticipated under the circumstances. Twenty-five
thousand men in a permanent camp, under any possible condition, would exhibit
heavy bills of sickness and mortality, and the wonder is, they are so
comparatively light at Anderson—for these are Northern men suddenly
transferred to a far Southern latitude and a total change of diet and water.
The experience of the whole war has taught us at great sacrifice of life,
that troops in the field in the summer time cannot be long camped in any one
spot without a heavy sick list. but
a permanent camp in the case of these prisoners is wholly unavoidable, and what
is more, so great are their numbers, that it is necessarily a crowded camp.
Is it any wonder, therefore, that in a crowd of twenty-five thousand,
“scores” should be sickening and dying every day?
We question whether the fact would not exist, even if the prisoners were
all provided with comfortable ceiled houses and fed on chickens, eggs and
buttermilk.
The charges and implications of inhumanity to these prisoners, are
therefore, we believe, wholly groundless, and ought not to be made or insinuated
by any Confederate prints. They have
good food, as healthy a locality as could be obtained with the conditions of
convenient transportation and as much latitude of space and motion as security
and the available means at hand can provide or plan.
But on the other hand, look at the statements in regard to the treatment
of Confederate prisoners of war, by the Federal authorities.
The horrors of
Point Lookout has been better, but read the appended statement copied out
of a late Richmond Sentinel. The
prisoners at
Escaped Prisoners of Point Lookout.
We had the pleasure of a call yesterday from two Confederate soldiers,
who have just arrived from Point Lookout. Their
account of the mode by which they escaped and the friends they met outside the
prison, is very interesting, but as it might interfere with the escape of
others, and compromise those who aided them on their way, we refrain from
publishing their narrative. There
are about ten thousand prisoners confined on the point.
Among the number are nearly two hundred citizens arrested by order of
Among the citizens confined at the Point is Col. Humphrey’s, of
Culpepper, a gentleman near eighty years old.
The health of the prisoners is generally good, though many are suffering
from partial blindness, caused by looking at the white sand and the water of the
bay.
Their rations consist of nine worm eaten crackers and from four to seven
ounces of beef per day. For a while
they were allowed three potatoes per day, but that has been stopped.
The negro guards commanded by white scoundrels, are very brutal, shooting
the prisoners without the slightest cause. On
the 22d of May, a number of the prisoners were gathered round the pump for the
purpose of procuring water, when, without notice the negro guard deliberately
fired into them, killing one and severely wounding three.
Our prisoners will have a debt of vengeance to pay, which we hope they
will soon have an opportunity to liquidate.—Rich. Sentinel.
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The Atlanta Confederacy says the several factories at
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Press
Facilities—Troubles of the
Trans-Mississippi
Journals.
The Superintendent of the Press Association, says the Memphis Appeal,
received the following letter from one of the Associates west of the
May 24, 1864.
Col.
Yours of March 5th has just reached me.
Our means of communication are exceedingly slow and uncertain.
The press of this department is laboring under burdens that I almost fear
will sink it. My telegraphing bills
amount to from $600 to $800 per week. My
paper costs me from $18 to $25 per ream (24x36) in specie.
I am paying $4 per 1000 ems for composition, and printers cannot live on
that. The News and Telegraph have
been forced to come to a specie basis, but whether they will be sustained by the
people it is impossible to say yet. It
was their only alternative. Even
to-day a lot of paper is offered me, for which $35 is demanded.
Reduce this to currency, at thirty-five for one, and you will see the
impossibility of keeping accounts in Confederate notes with our customary
notation.
My telegraph report is, I hope, short enough to-day.
Your complaining of five to eight cents per word amuses me.
I pay twenty to thirty cents for every word I get from the East, and am
obliged to have nearly all the press telegrams sent over our wires.
The press east of the river don’t know anything about burthens; they
are in paradise compared with us here.
I have as yet received but little intelligence of the meeting of the
Press Association. The
We are all right here in
No press report of the date of this letter has been received.
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Novel Plan of Courtship.—If marriage is a lottery prizes are as apt to
be drawn in the following as any other:
At a wedding recently celebrated, were present some twenty-five young
persons, all of them in a condition which for various reasons, they generally
concurred in regarding as undesirable—the “unengaged.”
One of the gentlemen of the party suspected the prevalence among them of
feelings that might easily be exchanged for others indefinitely more fixed and
agreeable. He accordingly proposed
the choosing of a President, a person worthy of all confidence, whose duty it
should be to receive from each individual a folded paper, inscribed with the
name of the person handing it in, and also with the name of another person of
the other sex, whom the first would be willing to marry.
The President in additional to the restraints of his own sense of honor,
was to be put under a solemn pledge of eternal secresy.
All refusing to accede to the proposition were for the time to leave the
room. Those whose choice was
reciprocal, that is, were to be privately informed, while the selections of the
others were to remain undisclosed. The
result was that the trial was made, all shared in the experiment, and eleven
couples were found to have made themselves happy; and their several unions were
afterwards consummated.
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The “Local” of the Atlanta Register has been to “the front.”
Hear him:
Our object being to visit the mountain, we did not tarry long in the
city, which one can scarcely recognize as the quiet little watering place of
years gone by. Hotels and dwelling
houses have been converted into hospitals, store houses and quarters for the
military, and the group of pleasure seekers lounging around, have given way to
groups of convalescent soldiers—soldiers hurrying to and fro on business,
soldiers on the hotel balconies, soldiers on the house tops, watching the shells
bursting over the mountain in the distance.
Quartermasters and commissaries, with their retinue of clerks, medical
gentlemen, and members of the relief committees, with their uniforms and badges,
now and then a General, with his well dressed staff on horseback, wagons and
teamsters, ambulances with the sick and wounded—all kinds of looking men on
horseback, and all kinds of looking men and boys on mules, and a hundred other
sights incident to the rear of a large army, catch the eye as you wade through
the mud of Marietta of to-day.
It is three miles to the top of Kennesaw, which looms up so plainly as
you leave the city that you would hardly imagine it half the distance.
Mounted upon a white horse, with “C. S.” plainly visible upon the
left shoulder, which we suppose stands for “can’t swim,” or something
else, we succeeded, after wading, plunging and sliding through the mud for a
couple of miles, in reaching the mountain. The
shells which had been screaming away in the distance became unpleasantly nearer
and nearer as we ascended the acclivity, and as we were tying old Whitey in a
thicket, one of them passed so near our head that we found ourselves making a
profound obeissance [sic] to a rock near by.
Though[t] it wouldn’t do to stand still, and kept on up towards the
mountain top. Hadn’t gone far
before another one of those things with “shucks to its tail” went crashing
through the trees overhead, and we went down again.
Got up again, however, and traveled along the rocky path at a very lively
pace, until we ensconced ourselves behind the works of the battery at the apex.
After a little while, our ears becoming less nice, we strolled outside
the battery, and took a good view of the army of the
With the aid of a glass we could see the gunners plainly as they loaded
their pieces, and nearer still, could be discerned plainly with the naked eye
their sharpshooters down lower in valley, popping away now and then at our men.
On the little Kennesaw to our left, a battery of our guns was firing away
at a Yankee battery farther down to the left, and along both lines as far as we
could see, puffs of white smoke were ascending from time to time, followed by
the dull booming of cannon.
The smoke of the Yankee locomotives went trailing along the tree tops,
and their wagons could be seen moving down towards the left of our lines.
We spent some time in looking over the shoulder of a soldier, who, with
paper resting on an idle gun, was sketching the scene as it lay like a picture
spread out before him.—It was hard to leave this mountain top, and the grand
view which it gives, but in order to catch the two o’clock train, we clambered
down the steep, rocky path, dodging, it is true, as we came in full range of the
shells again, until we reached our horse, which we mounted and waded back again
through the mud to Marietta.
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Summary: Notice
of incorporation of the Bonesville Manufacturing Company,
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W. R. McCall’s Family Spinner.—Who can furnish one of these “labor
saving machines?” Mr. A. Beecher,
of Saulisbury, advertised them in the Western North Carolinian, 6th
February, 1832. Price was $20;
“simple in construction; well calculated for families; spins wool or cotton
from the roll; one hand is equal to six.”
We also find in the same paper the advertisement of E. P.
Mitchel, of Saulsbury, who made and kept “constantly on hand a supply of the
Tennessee Spinsters, which he sold low for cash, or on credit to punctual
customers.” These machines would
be very valuable to the wives and daughters of our farmers in these days of
highpriced yarn and cloth of all sorts.—Charlotte Bulletin.
Mr. W. P. Russell, of this city, will soon have in operation a Hargreave
Spinster, and intends to make preparations for filling orders as rapidly as his
large orders for Government and his supply of labor will allow.
We do not see how the power of Government could be employed more
usefully, in reference to any department of labor, than in aiding and
encouraging a speedy supply of these spinning machines.—Charleston Courier.
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The Fourth of July.
Eighty-eight years ago to-morrow our ancestors pledged their lives, their
fortunes and their sacred honors to achieve the
The 4th of July 1864 dawns upon the people of the Southern
States battling for the rights bequeathed by the men of ’76.
The same motive—the right of self government—that produced the
Revolutionary War inaugurated the revolution of 1861, and the result will
inevitably crown our arms. Harmonious
action, unity of purpose, and zealous perseverance in the cause of freedom will
accomplish the
“For freedom’s battle once begun,
Bequeathed from bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.”
Reverses may befall us, and greater sacrifices may be exacted, but we
must prepare to meet them, and if we are but true to ourselves and the noble
examples of our forefathers, the cause of justice and freedom must triumph over
that of wrong and tyranny. Already
the history of our young Republic is written in blood, and its pages are
resplendant [sic] with the heroic deeds of the martyred dead who have fallen in
freedom’s cause. But thank God,
they have not fallen in vain. The
wisdom of our rulers, the sagacity and skill of our Generals, the bravery of our
soldiers, and the patriotism of our people will soon be rewarded with peace and
independence.
The 4th of July 1865 will, we firmly believe, dawn upon the
Confederate States as one of the acknowledged powers of the earth, for we see
through the smoke of battle the eagle perched on our victorious standards.
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Correspondence.
Major L. O. Bridewell:
Dear Sir: I have sent by
wagon this day to Express Agent, Albany, one bale containing 60 bunches, 5
pounds each) knitting yarn, to be knit into socks for the Arkansas soldiers; and
are sent to your care at the request of your brother, Capt. C. A. Bridewell, of
Govan’s brigade. I trust you may
be able to get them knit in time for the wants of those brave men, who are so
far from their homes.
Yours Respectfully,
Reply.
Mr. S. Davis Tonge,
Sir—As a citizen of Arkansas, and one who has seen the labor of years
and the gifts of friends and family swept away in the whirlwind of Federal
despotism, which has, unhappily, overwhelmed my State, I thank you, from my
heart, for your generous donation to those gallant men from Arkansas, who, for
nearly three years, have stood at the gateway to happy and prosperous Georgia,
repelling the advance of the enemy, with their blood and their lives.
These men have all without exception felt the iron heel—they are
refugees, but refugees in the army.—Such gifts to such men are doubly
appreciated; and I feel warranted, sir, in saying that you have the thanks of
every Arkansas soldier, and that your name will be happily and gratefully
remembered, when the rumors and thunders of this war shall have passed away.
I shall, to the best of my ability, execute your kind instructions.
Very respectfully,
L. O. Bridewell.
Handsome Donation.—Dr. J. Mercer Green, in charge of the hospitals at
Macon, acknowledges the reception of forty-two bales of cotton from Mr. S. Davis
Tonge, of Bainbridge, Ga., to be made into mattrasses for sick and wounded
soldiers. This cotton, at current
prices, is worth $21,000, and can be made into 1100 or 1200 mattrasses.—Memphis Appeal.
This is not the only gift of this noble-hearted gentleman.
Emigrating to
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To the Public.
On Tuesday next, a car will be placed by the Georgia Railroad Company at
the service of the Government for the transportation of vegetables to
E. Starnes,
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The Ladies of
How the invitation was accepted, is best attested by the numbers of
ladies who thronged to the City Hall yesterday, and took their first lessons in
preparing the little missiles that are to give death to our ruthless invaders
and independence to our country. When
our brave “boys at the front” know that their mothers, sisters, wives and
daughters are engaged in this work, they will load their guns with a more
determined bravery, and pull their triggers with a deadlier aim.
Those of our fair citizens who have not yet responded to this call of
Col. Rains can have an opportunity of doing so next week.
Arrangements have been made to make them as comfortable as possible while
at work.
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“Uncle Bob’s” Reply to “Asa Hartz.”
Pine Grove, June 23d, 1864.
Editor Clarion: Fearing that
Asa Hartz’s Uncle Bob may not have time to reply to Asa’s recent letter in
equally “poetic lingo,” and knowing that he would much prefer to do so, I
have made bold to write for him the following, which he can use as his own and
nobody will be the wiser.
With the assurance that you and “Asa,” and “Uncle Bob,” and the
rest of mankind are the recipients of my most distinguished consideration, I
have the honor to be,
Yours truly,
Jack O’Spades.
Dear Asa Harts: Your
letter’s come,
And I have thought and pondered some
To find a new and splendid plea,
By which to gain your liberty.
‘Tis very true our “
Have many a score of Yankee “Majes”
That would delight, I have no doubt,
To aid in getting Asa out.
But
“He had us dead,” “I guess” you know,
And so he put his pedal down
And swore with diabolic frown,
That nary “Reb” should ever slip
Who once was gobled [sic] in his grip.
When gold about the rules of war,
He only laughed a loud Haw!
Haw!!
And told Bill Seward, Chase, and Stanton,
To listen how the rebels cant on
“Those silly Rules” then with a poke,
Into their ribs he told a joke.
But
And Abraham, to himself, says he,
“Gosh, dang it, how these rebels fight;
I guess I’ve been a leetle tight
Upon these Rebs, who might some day,
“Get even with me in this way.”
And then the Yanks began to swear,
About Confederate prison fare—
And every Dutchman had his “vrow”
A writing to Old Abra’m how,
Her lusty lord was getting thin
“As never was,” oh such a din
‘Twas really quite a treat to hear,
So Abe, he said, “send better cheer,”
Or else they’ll all “go up the spout,”
Oh then such loads of sour krout,
And Lager Beer and Apple Sass,
And dessicated “fixins” tooWas sent by every Marm and lass,
You never saw; but ‘twouldn’t do.
I sent them back, and told the Yanks
They couldn’t play that sort of pranks,
And nary Fed should have a drop
Until they’d make an even swap,
Then Mumford came and said he’d do it,
“But ‘twas our fault, and well we knew it
As how we hadn’t swapped before.”
But when we talked the matter o’er,
The everlasting “nigger” got
Slightly cross-wise in the plot
And stopped the plans for your exchange.
I hope you will not think it strange.
What! swap a
nig for Asa Hartz!!
A man of so much “vim and parts?”
“Forbid it Heaven!!” I hear you say,
“I’d be a pris’ner till judgment day!!”
Then Abraham sent B. F. B.
And thought he’d fool Mass Jeff and me,
Because the sneaking cunning “Brute”
Had been so sly and devilish “cute”
He’d cheated even the Yankee nation.
Well,
Cleek, smiling face and ogling eye,
Came down his tricky hand to try—
We spurned him like a filthy thing.
What! let so
foul a creature bring
Dishonor to our country’s fame?
He! the
“Brute,” with cursed name,
The bleared-eye “Beast,” with reeking hand,
That shed the best blood in our land,
The out-lawed, foul, and hated demon,
That dared insult our Southern women,
Hold intercourse with such as he?
Forbid it God of Liberty!!
No! better let
the prison chain,
Still rankling in your heart, remain;
Better bid a long farewell
To earthly joys, and in your cell
Life lingering out Eternity
Than on such terms gain liberty.
But Asa, dear, you need not fear
So hard a lot; I ‘spose you hear
How Mr. Grant has set a day—
‘Tis July 4th (the Yankees say)—
To have a mighty barbecue
In
With our boys and Robert Lee
I think Mass Abe will willing be
To set you and all others free
That have for such a lengthy while,
Been pining ‘way on Johnson’s Isle.
Spades are trumps now, in these parts,
But none forget old Asa Hartz;
And when the “hands” are running “hard”
We sorely miss so good a card.
Give my love to Mr. Terry,
And tell him not to be contrary
And keep you always in the jail,
I’ll “jine” George D, in giving bail.
“Yours,” till cruel death shall rob
One of the other.
Your Uncle Bob.
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Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.
Letter from Grape.
It is the Fourth of July. As
I write the air is resonant with the noise of cannon.
They roll over the hills in monosyllabic tones.
There are no flags in the sky nor beating of drums.
The sullen voice of war instead of national festivity now signalize the
day which was once so proudly honored.
The Yankees entered
Grape.
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The 4th of July—Shall it be Commemorated?
Monday eighty-eight years ago, all the bells of the city of Philadelphia
were pealing forth to an astonished world the announcement of a new and starling
declaration of an independence and freedom which, before that day, was unknown
among the people of the earth—the right of self-government—the right of
manhood.
The new people of a new world had, in their virtue and courage, founded
and were acting upon a new and hypothetical philosophy for man—were declaring
to the nations of the old world their determination of offering up, in defence
of this new system, their lives, their property, and their sacred honors.
The old world was amazed at so new a thing in so new a land.
The conservatism of ages held in perfect inthrallment [sic] the opinions
of mankind, directed the way and taught that the only truth was in the doctrine
of the divine right of Kings. The
surroundings and remembrances of feudal serfdom still remained, cultivated and
sustained by the Governments, and humbly submitted to by the people.
But the mind of
And so having been unrestrained by the details of monarchy, and knowing
of its home system, save as the student of history knows of the wrongs and
errors of the past; and having daily before it the Red Man of her Wilds, who was
a proud and noble examplar [sic] of freedom, that mind so reared and tutored, on
the 4th day of July, 1776, declared for itself a new dogma, and
utterly and forever discarded the doctrines of Europe.
In the eighty-eight years that have passed, how has the doctrine
prospered? We can only answer by
saying that the
The falsity is and was in their own understandings.
Like the new doctrines announced eighteen hundred years ago, in the
high-ways and by ways of Judea, the philosophy of the people of 1776, became
clogged with the interpretations of the unlearned in its pure precepts—its
simplicity became intricate amidst the boundless constructions of the ambitions
[sic?], and the aithiestical [sic?]; but happily, it seems to be a part of the
Divine economy, when truth is wronged, that champions shall come in its defence;
and Davis, and Lee, and Beauregard, and Johnston, are, in the Providence of God,
the Luthers, Melanthons, Zwingles, and Calvins, of the pure and original
principles of our ancient Republican Liberty, and will demonstrate to the Old
World that the seed of 1776 has yet a land to grow in, and a brave and
industrious people to cultivate it in its purity.
Certainly it can not be necessary to write to our own people, and, by
argument, impress upon them that the mantles of the pure fathers of ‘76 have
fallen upon the leaders of this rebellion against wrong and oppression.
Is it necessary to call them up, that they may not forget that our
fathers were free, and that their sons would be unworthy and degenerate in blood
and principle, if they yield one idea of the grand old doctrines which triumphed
in the blood of ’76? Shall not
rather the blood of the noble sons, already shed, determine us to reproduce the
old doctrines, and transmit them to those who must come after, with no paragraph
stricken out, and no concessions made to the enemy?—Are not our property, our
lives and our sacred honors pledged to its maintenance as much now as then; and
were it not better to yield them all, aye! a
thousand times over, than yield to the far worse than British despotism and
slavery which awaits us if conquered, when the glorious old principles shall
indeed go down in the darkness of atheism and abolitionism.
No, no. We have made up our
minds not only to suffer, but to resist, until the last man goes under who has
the manhood to be free, and whose soul is above the sordid gains of a time like
this.
Where is the Valley Forge of this war?—Where the retreat from the
We know nothing of trouble and distress as a whole people, involved as we
are in a war like this. There are
spots we wot of, where the heel of the despot has ground deep into the flesh of
its unarmed victims, because their children and friends dared to be men and free
men; but it is not everywhere so. It
is not with us as it was with the rebels who sustained and nourished the
principles for which we contend this day. God
grant it may never be; but if it be necessary to re-establish in the face of the
world, the philosophy of 1776, we say let it come; yes, let it come until
desolation shall stalk through the land a recognized familiar at every door, at
every altar side. Let the babes be
mourners for mothers stricken in their tenderness and youth, and grand sires sit
upon the ashes of our homesteads and call upon the God of justice and mercy for
vengeance.
We have put our hand to the plough; we must take no step backwards.
As free as we were born, with every right unimpaired, and every State her
own judge in the last resort, un-[sic] what rule, must be and shall be demanded
and received or we have failed, and deserve, if such a thing could be, the
maledictions of the honored dead, who began in 1776, and are still dying for the
liberty which Jefferson, on the 4th day of July, declared was our
inalienable right.
And as free men we have saved and sustained the principles of our
fathers—wrested them from the unholy hands of the pharisaic hordes of the
North-east, who neither deserve nor were hardly born to be free.
We think, therefore, we should inaugurate a new day—a 4th of
July, peculiarly our own. It is the
day and not the idea, the day represents, which concern the Northern mind.—We
say then, let them have the day—there is no honor in it.
It only reminds us of the only really gerat disaster to the Southern arms
of this War. It has lost its
sanctity since the principles [illegible], on that day, were inaugurated and
published to the world, have ceased to be honored or cherished by the harping
hypocrites; but who, nevertheless, talk still so saintly of the day.
It is their day—let us have none of it.
It should be at once and universally discarded by every State and
community of all the South; and we most heartily trust will be.
Our 4th of July must be the day when we re-uttered and
declared our intention to maintain, at every hazard, the sentiments of the
declaration read in Philadelphia eighty-eight years ago—or the day when the
principles of that declaration shall have been firmly re-established by the
success of our arms.
We have again nationalized the principles—then let us again nationalize
a day. If there be comfort and
consolation in the 4th of July to the Northmen, because it may bring
them a remembrance of what their fathers were, let them have it all to
themselves, and grow frenzied over it—but for us, be our children taught that
the gem is of more worth than the casket.
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Osnaburgs Wanted.
I will trade Sheetings, Shirtings or Yarns for Osnaburgs.
A great demand is at this time made upon the Government for grain sacks.
Any merchant willing to make the exchange will call upon me at once, as
the sacks are much needed.
L. O. Bridwell,
Major in charge Clothing Depot.
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Pasteboard and
Wrapping
Paper.
Booksellers, Binders and Cap Manufacturers are notified
that we are manufacturing at our mills a superior article of Pasteboard,
Binders’ Boards and Wrapping Paper. Orders
are solicited and will be promptly filled. Address
R. G. Lamar & Co,
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The Fourth.—This time-honored festival of American Independence was
generally observed in this city Monday by a suspension of business.
There were several pic-nics and some target excursions in commemoration
of the day.
The Girardey Light Infantry, Captain Cam[illegible], a company attached
to the local regiment, and composed of the sturdy operatives of the Government
Machine Works, proceeded to Brook’s Mill Pond, Near Hamburg, accompanied by
the Palmetto band, where the day was pleasantly spent in target shooting,
dancing and other convivial enjoyments. The
following is the award of the committee appointed to decide the results of the
target practice: [list]
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The extension of the stockade at this post, has been completed.
The enclosure now consists of 26 acres, sufficient to accomodate [sic]
fifty thousand of “Linkhorn’s” hirelings.
About 27,000 are now quartered there, and from 500 to 1,000 make daily
application for admittance. The
mortality is about fifty a day.
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Phew! who says it isn’t
hot—intensely, excruciatingly, unmitigatedly hot, and not only hot, but highly
favorable to the free development of profuse perspiration and mint juleps?
Think of it! Thermometers
luxuriating “at 90 in a cool room at 8 o’clock at night,” as our watchful
friend of the Guardian says: shirt
collars damp, limber and undignified, aqua pumpaginis in extraordinary
demand, and society wilting generally. It
is said that one of our citizens has a gutter about half an inch deep worn down
the bridge of his nose by the steady stream of perspiration that has run since
Sunday morning; and that another—a fat gentleman—melted so much that his
friends have had to put him in a refrigerator to keep enough of him to send home
to his rich family.
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The Mayor of Marion, Alabama, has issued his proclamation calling upon
the citizens to close their doors during the prayer meeting held in that place
every afternoon at 5 o’clock.
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Letter from
Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.
Eds. Constitutionalist:-- . . . The atrocities of the negro soldiers in
Grant’s army are such as make the very blood boil within one’s veins.
Wherever the black scoundrels are sent, the most horrible crimes seem of
almost daily commission. By the side
of the murders and outrages these sooty demons perpetrate, the theft and pillage
and violence of the white Yankee sink into insignificance.
Of the assassinations and rapes committed by them it is understood there
is now an abundance of the most irrefragible [sic?] evidence in the hands of our
authorities, but as yet their vengeance sleeps, and all the mighty threats
fulminated against negro soldiers and the degraded white creatures officering
them, are but as the idle wind. Independent
of their fiendish treatment of old men and helpless women, it is said and said
on the best authority that these same negro soldiers have been seen to bayonet
our soldiers left wounded and helpless on the field where they fought and fell.
. .
In the course of a few days the final trial of Mrs. Patterson Allan comes
on. In reference to this famous
case, which has so long and so singularly hung fire, there are not a few
wonderful stories afloat. Thus it is
said the Government has no shadow of a case, and heartily repents having ever
arrested Mrs. A. Then, again, it is
reported that an offer was made to the accused of a passport to go North, which
she refused, saying she had no intention of quitting her home.
Also, that on this refusal, it was hinted a nol.pros. was at her
service, which also was stoutly refused, the ground being taken that the
Government had arrested her as a traitoress, had so far sullied her good name,
and that she demanded a full and fair trial, and spurned every equivogue [sic?]
that, while sparing the tender feelings of officials, would only restore her to
liberty with a cloud upon her reputation. How
far this gossip may be true, it is hard to say, but the trial comes on and the
Government has a flimsy case at the best. . . .
Tyrone Powers.
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Goats, Goats.
Two splendid Milk Goats for sale. Apply
to
G. H. Meyer,
Segar Store, No. 36 Center st.
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Gen. Phillips’ Paper Mill, at
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[For the
Constitutionalist.]
Sharp Shooting.
Messrs. Editors:--. . . My advice to our sharp-shooters is this, if possible to shoot from a shade, or something that will prevent the sun from shining on the rifle and to shoot from a rest. Two forked sticks stuck in the ground from two to three feet apart makes a good rest. The sticks should be from eight to ten inches above the ground—that is, the fork—this the shooter can judge according to the ground he is shooting from. When shooting let him extend his left hand to the back fork to regulate the elevation of his rifle, and always shoot laying down to prevent the enemy from seeing him, except when behind good breast works or from rifle pits, when he has only his head above ground while shooting. Green branches from a tree make a good shade to shoot through and prevent the enemy seeing him with their telescopes. In shooting a man should not close his eyes in pulling trigger, as most men do. This takes the rifle off the object. They should hold the rifle firm to the shoulder, and brace their nerves to make a good shot. I have won many a match, beating some of the best shots in the North, and made it a practice in shooting to act cool and brace my nerves in pulling trigger—always certain to have my rifle sighted on the right place. Many a good rifle shooter has lost a good match by being careless, for one bad shot often beats a man.
Rust on Guns.
In keeping a gun from rust always use animal oil and never let a gun
remain rusty long. If a soldier
wants to clean a rusty gun, he should first procure fine sand, which is easy
obtained after a rain in water courses, mix it with oil, then scour all the rust
off, if any rust remains it is apt to poison the iron and cannot be got off
without great labor. Perspiration is
a great enemy to iron; a soft tallow candle is good to prevent rust, and to kill
rust first rub the rusty place with tallow, then put it in the sun shine, when
it gets warm then rub the rust off, if the rust leaves a stain or holes always
scour it out—lard oil is the best oil we can procure now.
Always after a days shooting wash your gun out, wipe it dry inside and
outside, then if the sun is shining put it in the sunshine and when warm wipe
with a little oil; it is bad to oil the inside too much, for it will dampen the
powder and render the gun useless until the charge is drawn; when the ball is
drawn fill the barrel with water and let it remain for a quarter of an hour and
then you can wash all out. One oiled
rag can be used many times without adding oil to it, always prevent the air if
possible, from getting inside of your rifle.
I wish to give our soldiers as good advise [sic] as I can, hoping my
advise [sic] will benefit them. Although
old and not in the field, I wish to help as much as possible, and in a few days
you will hear from me again.
H.
I fully endorse the above as my experience in rifle shooting, &c.
E. H. Rogers.
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Characteristic.
The following “advertisement,” says the Wilmington Journal, hardly needs the signature of P. T. Barnum to establish its origin and identity. There is such a mixture of greenbacks and patriotism, humbug and humanity, mock-heroics and real sordid meanness that the thing stands confessed. And yet this thing has its effect. Hundreds, and even thousands, young and old, will go to see this woman, and will drink in all she says and will believe it.—Her story will be highly spiced—equal to the history of the wolly [sic] horse “or any other man.” Thus of course an additional drop of gall will be squeezed into the current of popular thought and prejudice at the North. Such agencies have been at work for years preparing the present crisis, and are now at work sustaining the fiendish policy of the Abolition leaders, and keeping up the excitement of the ignorant and fanatical people:
[Advertisement.]
P. T. Barnum to
the Public.
Io Triumph!
Io Triumphe!
Veni, Vidi, Vici!
It is with no ordinary feelings of gratification of Barnum’s
Miss Major Pauline Cushman,
the Union Scout and Spy, who, under the orders of General
Rosecrans, passed through the enemy’s lines and accomplished such wonders for
the Army of the
Under Sentence of Death.
Those who would avoid the crowd should bear in mind that the most pleasant time to hear this heroic lady recount, in her own fervid language, her adventures, is at
Eleven O’Clock in the Morning
on which occasion the lecture room is thrown open without
any extra charge.
The public obedient servant,
P. T. Barnum.
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Card Factory.—We desire that justice shall be done our little
For some time he could not obtain leather to keep his factory in motion.
Dog, sheep, goat and hog hides were too scarce, and a sufficiency of thin
leather could not be obtained. He
has now a machine with which he can take a thick piece of leather and split it
into several sheets of the proper thickness.
The splitting of leather is carried to marvellous [sic] perfection—in
some instances a single thickness having been split into as many as five sheets.
We must say hurrah for Mr. Hafner. He
is doing a great deal for the country.—Countryman.
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["] Hearing a tremendous shout in the street, I ran out to see what
was up, and arrived just in time to witness the tobacco charge.
When the rebels left they took away everything they could not destroy.
The store doors were all open, and if there were any iron safes the doors
were left open, which we think is a cute trick, for if there is nothing in them
no one will take the trouble to break them open.
In the business part of the town are some dozen very good stores, which
were being hunted for stray articles, and among other things, some of the
soldiers found covered up in a pile of old rubbish a box of tobacco.
That was enough to start them out to hunt for more.
Some two or three hundred charged upon the next store on the corner.
In they went all in a heap. It
was as dangerous as the charge upon a battery, and some of them came out with
bloody noses and hands. But they
found some tobacco—both chewing and smoking.
There was no selfishness shown, but it was distributed by the plug to any
tobaccoless soldier; but they did not find enough to give every tenth man a
piece. In this store they found
large quantities of peanuts, and on the march that afternoon every one was
eating peanuts. All over the
business part of the town, about the store houses, the shelled corn was in some
places two inches deep. So all that
was necessary to do was to tie your horse to a stake and he was already fed.
I wandered, in company with a friend, up town, to see what the condition
of the family residences were.—The first place we called at was a beautiful
white cottage house, with a magnificent door yard.
The gate swung by one hinge, and across the threshold lay a fine
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Destroyed.—It is said that the large factory on Sweet Water Creek, in
Cobb County, the Georgia Military Institute, at Marietta, the Marietta Paper
Mills, and the Roswell Factory, have all been destroyed by the enemy within the
last few days.
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A Card.
Messrs. Editors:--Please say to the Ladies that I feel grateful for their
prompt and willing assistance; God only knows what we would have done during
this war without their aid and comfort. By
their example which has spread a feeling of strong interest in the community, I
have been enabled through Capt. Finney, to increase the number of regular
employees to such an extent as will enable me in a few days—with the
assistance of the ladies who will work at their homes—to have made as many
cartridges as are required from this Post, that is about Fifty Thousand daily.
It having become necessary to continue the operations at the City Hall
they will be discontinued hereafter, and those who are willing to work at home,
will be supplied with materials by Mr. Jaillet at the brick building nearly
opposite St. Paul’s church either daily or weekly as they may design.
The services of all the Ladies working at the Arsenal, will still be
required in completing the work done in the city, which cannot be finished there
on account of the gunpowder; employees cannot be had in sufficient number at the
former place for the purpose.
Geo. W. Rains,
Colonel Commanding.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—Mr. T. Hamilton and Mr. F. M. Bates new management, dramatic company
includes Mrs. F. M. Bates, Miss Jessie Warner, Miss Sulina Warner, Mrs. D. T.
Anderson, Mrs. T. Hamilton, Mr. F. M. Bates, Mr. Theodore Hamilton, Oliver Wren,
Mr. D. T. Anderson, Mr. Harry Weston, Mr. R. D. Stanley, Mr. L. Sullivan, Mr. T.
C. Huntley, Mr. H. Herbert, Mr. Roberts; on July 12 will present “Evande; or,
The Statues;” to conclude with grand double dance
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We fear that the sanitary condition of our city is not good.
Light and smell furnish ample testimony of this fact.
The crowded state of our dwellings, and the absorption of the public
attention by the profoundly exciting events of the day, increase the evil, and
divert attention from it. We do not
allude to this subject with any desire to criticise the action of our municipal
authorities, as they are doubtless doing all they can, to remove all sources of
disease. If they were to call into
service double the force now employed in the health department, all their
efforts would prove futile, unless they could secure the general, and hearty
co-operation of the occupants of lots. We
would therefore earnestly invite such co-operation on the part of our citizens.
Let each one see to it, that his premises are placed in thorough
order, and kept so. If there
were an unity of action, every lot in the city would be thoroughly cleansed in
one day. Let every citizen report at
once to the health officer, every nuisance which may come under his observation.
Let our officers be vigilant, and report every violation of our health
regulations, and let the delinquents be heavily fined.
Let our city authorities tear up no more pavements of drains, and avoid
opening the earth to lay down new pipes and logs.
The experience of all cities in the warm latitudes demonstrates that such
things cannot be done with impunity in the hot months.
We cannot too earnestly press attention to this matter, for never has it
been of more vital importance that our city should be kept healthy, for a large
portion of our overflowing population—many of them driven from their homes by
our ruthless enemy—could find no place of refuge but would be compelled to
meet the horrors of an unseen and irresistible, foe, if through our neglect, an
epedimic [sic] invade us.
We do not wish to create any alarm. There
is no need for any, if officials and citizens do their duty—but if the
precautions which all experience proves to be necessary to prevent such a
calamity, are neglected, we may be awfully scourged, unless the Providence of
God should interpose to shield us from the consequence of our own culpable folly
and neglect.
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0,000 Premium.
Houseless.
As it has been intimated that a premium will command a house, not for a
friend, but for myself, let me describe particularly what I want:
A house in bad order, with not more than one small room and a half.
Pantry sufficiently large for half dozen red bone knives and forks, one
iron spoon and tin cup; candle instead of gas through the whole house; small,
convenient out-buildings, with a lot large enough for half dozen sticks wood and
wood saw; not convenient to business, as I am bound for the Powder Works or mad
house before this cruel war is over. For
such an one liberal security can’t be had, but a promise to pay when
convenient.
Address Key
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[From the Southern Christian Advocate.]
An Incident of the City Colored
In spite of all the dangers surrounding her home from those who profess
pity for her condition, she had clung to her master, and now, while Yankee
shells screamed death warning overhead to her master, he—bowed and venerable
with years—stood by her remains a solitary mourner to do honor to her dust.
What a commentary upon what is passing in the world relative to these
Southern slaveholders. Who but they
will appreciate what I have above described?
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Manufactured Ice.—We are indebted to Mr. North, Saturday, for a
specimen of the ice manufactured in
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Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist
Letter from the
Georgia Front. . . .
Turner’s Ferry, }
Eds. Constitutionalist: The
statement that is being circulated by the Press, that the Yankees are running
Roswell Factory upon their own account is erroneous.
When they entered
Eufaula.
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Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.
Letter from the
Georgia Front. . .
. . . The proximity of our army to
C. A. B.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Evande; or, The Statues;” in rehearsal Schiller’s Play “The
Robbers” and Lord Byron’s Great and Classic Play “Werner”
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Werner; or, The Inheritance;” will shortly be produced “The
Robbers”
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Lady of Lyons;” next novelty will be Schiller’s Play of “The
Robbers”
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Concert.
At Warrenton,
The Ladies of Warrenton, Geo., will give a Concert of Vocal and Instrumental Music and Tableaux, on
Tuesday Night, July 19th, 1864.
At the Court House in Warrenton.
Proceeds for the benefit of the sick and wounded Soldiers of Johnston’s
Army.
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Bathing in the River.—We reckon the boys will begin to think that the
special object of City legislation is to deprive them of all their youthful
enjoyment. An Ordinance prohibits
them from flying kites in the streets; another prohibits the shooting of bows
and arrows in certain limits; and a third allows them to bathe in the River only
at points between McIntosh and Marburry streets.
Really, this looks rather hard on the lads; and we feel sorry for them;
but no doubt, the prohibitions are all wise and just and ought to be enforced
while they continue on the Ordinance Books of the City.
We feel this much sorry for the little fellows, however, that we now
appeal to the City Council to extend the limits for bathing in the river, as far
down as the East side of
A lot of Yankee prisoners bathed there some time since; they were stopped
however, but subsequently a lot of Confederate soldiers went in still lower
down, and no arrests were made. We
may also add that we seldom meet any ladies on that part of the River bank
alluded to, and hence we can see no good reason why the appeal should not be
granted. If, however, the City
Fathers consider the limit too extended, could they not compromise on
We have made this suggestion in behalf of our youthful citizens, because
a number of them were arrested by the Police yesterday afternoon, for bathing in
the River at the foot of
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The Way-Side Home at Millen, Georgia, has fed, and otherwise assisted
during one month, more than three thousand soldiers; and the ministering angels
in the shape of God’s Charity personified, women, have restored to health and
renewed energy and returned them early to the tented fields, many sick and
wounded soldiers, without money and far from friends and home, who would
otherwise have dropped exhausted and broken-hearted into a strange and unknown
grave.
Do our readers appreciate this thing?
We trust so.
The ladies of this Home—ladies of delicate health, refinement, and
hitherto enjoying a life of luxury and ease shrink from no labor or fatigue in
ministering to the wants of the brave men whom Providence sends to their
doors.—These are the Knight Templars, the Patriarchs of charity, and their
tent doors remain always open. Language
is too meagre in expression to do adequate justice to their self-denial, or the
good they have done. God bless them
is all we can say; but their brightest page is written in prayers, and
those are recorded in Heaven.
We are informed that this Home is embarrassed.
Shall it cease to be? Shall
any one of these bright spots, which have conferred such incalculable blessings
on our poor soldiers, and hence of more benefit to the Confederacy in Keeping
[sic] our armies recruited, than half dozen Conscript Officers, fall for the
want of a little assistance? We
trust not—we know not; for there are still too many large hearted people in
this and other cities throughout the country.
Owing to the large increase of soldiers which have lately been at this
Way-Side Home, it has become somewhat embarrassed for the want of funds, and the
ladies, these earnestly and devoted women about Millen, appeal through us their
friends (and every body are their friends) for assistance.
And in this connection we do not deem it necessary any further to call
the attention of our citizens to the great and increasing importance of this
House and the necessity of maintaining it. It
is too well known in
We are authorized to say that a committee of ladies will call upon our
citizens. We trust they will respond
liberally. It has has [sic] been
said and beautifully, aforetime, that “it is more blessed to give than
receive,” and that of all the virtues “charity is the greatest.”
Any one who should not be called upon, who appreciates the good of such
an act, can leave their donations at this office.
Let it not be said of us that, through our uncharitableness, the Millen
Wayside Home went down and ceased to be.
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A Rival of Molly Stark.--Every schoolboy knows the history of the
revolutionary heroine, who tore up her flannel petticoat (the ladies will excuse
us for spelling such a sacred word aloud) to make cartridges; but Molly Stark
has her rival. A few days ago a
number of wounded soldiers arrived at
It was one of those touching incidents which human nature can scarce help
admiring under any circumstances; and we venture to remark that there was not an
arm or limb bound by that tidy bit of embroidered linen, that didn't feel a
"heap" better, from mere association if nothing else.
[South Carolinian.
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Unwonted and Patriotic Liberality.—We heard casually the other day that
Mr. M. A. Ransom, of
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Summary: Concert
Hall—Knowle’s great play of “Wm. Tell, The Hero of Switzerland;” to
conclude with the comedy of “Raising the Wind, or, How to Get a Breakfast.”
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The Manufacture of Ice.—A writer in the Charleston Courier over the
signature of “L.” says:
It is remarkable that some of our wealthy citizens have not, among their
other schemes of benevolence, turned their attention to the manufacture of ice.
I have made the proper calculations and find that a ten horse power
engine can be made to manufacture fifteen hundred pounds of ice per diem.
The manner in which this can be done is by compressing the air by means
of a condensing pump to a density of about sixteen atmospheres, and allowing it
to expand into a freezer where the water is placed.
It is not requisite that the water be placed in a partial vacuum; hence
the freezer could be made of wood, surrounded
with tar or sawdust, and would cost no more than a small ice house—say
$1,000. The pump would cost no more
than a six horse power engine ($3,000) and as the air would require to be
carried through gas pipes under water to extract the heat developed by
compression, add on that score $1,600 more.
Here we have a rough calculation, certainly outside the real expense,
only $5,000, in addition to the engine and boiler.
Twenty cents per pound would be a moderate price, giving an income of
three hundred dollars a day. It may
be objected that I have placed the amount of ice that can be made by this
process too high.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“The Robbers, or The Forest of Bohemia;” to conclude with the comedy
of “Bamboozling;” in rehearsal “Po-ca-hon-tas”
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[Communicated.]
C. S. Armory,
Messrs. Editors:--In your paper of the 13th inst., you state
that the Army correspondent of the Atlanta Intelligencer writing from the front
gives a description of a new Minnie ball which the Yankees are using against us.
As I have seen several allusions to this same ball, as a poisoned
contrivance of the enemy, I will try and give the proper explanation of this
Yankee invention. In every ten
cartridges of Yankee ammunition, will be found one which is known amongst those
soldiers that understand its use, as “a cleaner.”
It has a shallow zinc cup of nearly the same diameter as the bore of the
gun, which is attached to the base of the ball and is filled with tallow.
This cap is held in place by a plug of lead which passes through the zinc
cup, and fits into the base of the ball. When
the explosion takes place, this cup is flattened between the two parts of the
ball and forced to expand, thereby causing the zinc to act as a scraper for the
grooves of the rifle, and keeping it quite clean.
This cartridge, and its great usefulness, has been known in the army of
Norther Virginia (to which the writer was formerly attached) for the past two
years, and they are eagerly sought after by our men when they get hold of
captured ammunition. I should be
glad to see the same contrivance introduced into our own ammunition, as it is in
my humble opinion, an excellent invention and quite easily applied.
So far, however, as accuracy of shooting is concerned, they are useless,
as they fly exceedingly wild, and are simply valuable for the purpose intended,
viz., to keep the gun clean.
Very respectfully, &c.
H.
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The Late
The correspondent of the New York Times in giving an account of the
battle of Kennesaw mountain on the 27th of June closes as follows: .
. .
A
[“]A lot of rebel letters of a very recent date repeat the propositions
of Price to enter
“I suppose you have had an account of the battles of
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A Word of Candid Advice.-- To be a refugee or not to be a refugee, that
is the question. For some time we
have been acquainted with the fact that numbers of our people had their
household goods ready packed preparatory to a flight to a more tranquil and less
warlike atmosphere. We know that
there are many who entertain doubts of the safety of
We have a word of advice for all such people.
In the beginning we disapproved of the practice of constantly flying
before the enemy. The noncombatants
throughout the country would be much better off to remain where they are, and by
so doing would best serve the interests of the cause.
There is not a more senseless or useless thing than the blocking up of
transportation trains with women and children and household plunder in the panic
to avoid the enemy. Every additional
family of refugees into the farther South, takes so much more of the sustenance
which the army requires. Neither the
cause, nor the soldier nor the individual are benefited.
On the contrary, the inconvenience of all is increased.
As the invasion gradually encroaches upon our territory, people swarm
Southward, abandoning house and home, trusting to the genius of adventure,
seeking a resting place they know not where, and for a purpose they cannot
explain, save that they are flying from the Yankees.
We have witnessed many retreats, we have experienced many evacuations of
city and village. The depredations
of the enemy, even, are not so saddening as the needless sufferings these
helpless refugees entail upon themselves by flying before the army and cumbering
its movements.--The man who urges that non combatants should crowd the railroads
and other public avenues in their refuge from the enemy, as a patriotic
principle, is without reason, candor or humanity.--They are far better where
they are. Nine cases out of every
ten have proven that the non combatant remaining quietly at home suffered less
than the friendless refugee seeking hospitality among strangers who have not the
means, if they had the inclination, to tender their hospitality.
Cool reflection upon these matters
"Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear the ills we have,
Than fly to others we know not off."
Those who are able to go, and have the means of subsistence in the new
homes they may select, should certainly make refugees of themselves if they
choose, but in doing this they by no means enhance the cause of the South.
Our advice to those who are not able to subsist themselves in a strange
country, is, to remain where they are. After
all, the chances are in many instances that removal may not be necessary at all.
A great deal of anxiety, a great deal of inconvenience and incalculable
privation may be avoided by the exercise of a little philosophy and reason.
[
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Hamlet, Prince of Denmark;” in rehearsal
“Po-ca-hon-tas”—Wanted—Several Young Ladies for Po-ca-hon-tas.
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To the Ladies,
For your wounded relations and friends, who are very much in need of
linen, lint and bandage at the hospitals in
Miss R. C. Semon,
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Evadne, or The Statues” with all the Favorites and Farce of
“Raising the Wind;” in rehearsal “Po-ca-hon-tas”
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A Humorous book,
In Press and will
be issued on the 23d inst.,
Four
From the
recollections of an Old Man, by
Philoman Perch.
Viz: Mr.
Judge Mike and His Court, of Five Chapters of a History—A
How Mr. Bill Meadows Took the Responsibility;
Miss Pea, Miss Spouter and the Zankee.
Single Copies, $3
00.
The Trade supplied
at the usual discount.
Stockton & Co.,
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The Camp, The Bivouac, and the Field.—This is the title of a work of
one hundred and sixty-four pages issued at
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Summary: Concert
Hall—Tom Taylor’s successful play of “Retribution, or A Husband’s
Revenge;” “Sketches in
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Letters From the
Front.
Special
correspondence of the Constitutionalist. . . .
July 17th, 1864. }
Eds. Constitutionalist:--they say that revolutions never go backwards.
They are ever progressive. They
plow through the great fields of political and social life, and plant them with
new grain. They tear away the
cob-webs from eve and crevice. They
recreate the whole domestic and national aspect.
And they are not made, as M. Bourrienne observes, out of rose water, but
of blood and tears.
It is very hard to have a favorite tooth plucked from one’s jaw—and,
despite the reflection that our prosperity may be hindered by its presence, it
is a sore trial to behold the rubbish which has gathered about our household
tour [sic] away with a rude, unappreciative broom.
The tout ensemble of the fire-side is not complete without the sly
cranny where the mice dwell, or the silken woof, which the spider spins across
the far corner, or the lurch where the cricket sings.
They are all linked in one way or another with the honey-suckles that
creep over the windows and door-ways, and we lose sight of them with regret.
We beshrew the busy house wife, whose enterprise, however commendable in
a worldly point of view has cut us off from so many sorces [sic] of reflection,
for what are more inspiring to those lazy sentimentalism that beget our best and
purest fancies than these old hearthhold objects, however they are eye-sores to
your forward, grim and unpoetic dame?
The peripetitic [sic] character of life in the south is one of the most
painful features in our mode of existence. The
march of invasion is driven with a rough hand, little mindful of the misery it
brings to thousands of Christian homes and innocent people.
The streets are full of the rude trappings of an army.
No place is quiet or uninvaded by the stir of war.
Seek those silent walks which but a month ago echoed only with the tones
of musical instruments or happy voices, and rolling wagon wheel and coarse
language dins the ear. The little
portico, where you saw a group watching the set of the sun, is deserted, the
doors and windows barred, the inmates gone.
You may not meet a cheerful face. Care
sits in the eyes of the citizen, defiant courage overcasts the hard visage of
the soldier.
What melancholy separations do these spectacles betoken!
To the passer-by, who has known Atlanta through its detestable hotels,
Jews and high prices, there has seemed little good in it; but let any one pause
a moment and reflect that for more than a year the city has been growing in
importance and population, that it has gradually become the theatre of events in
this department, the reservoir of every species of enterprise, until it had
reached a census of fifty thousand souls, and a versatility of society and
interest which comprehended every class, from the wealthy refugee and native to
the most squalid of out-casts, and every trade from the eminent journalist to
the least consequential artizan of apple beer and pea nuts, let any, I say,
reflect upon these metropolitan features, and he will be ready to believe what I
assure you is the truth, that no city has afforded so much health, pleasure and
occupation as Atlanta. The better
society has been excellent. Some of
native citizens are unsurpassed for culture and hospitality, whilst quite a
number of refugee families and officers on post duty have spiced it with a
seasonable variety. The breaking up
of the little circles is most matter of fact, most melancholy.
Many a one than myself, who has spent a few happy months here, can look a
little forward and repeat with the bard of Erin, the lines which follow, with a
heart turned back toward Atlanta:
“The walks we have roam’d without tiring,
The songs that together we’ve sung,
The jests to whose merry inspiring
Our mingling of laughter hath rung.
Oh, trifles like these become precious,
Embalm’d in the mem’ry of years,
And the smiles of the past be remembered
How often they waken our tears!”
Whether the city fall or not, its society has been quite broken asunder.
Some have gone to Macon, others to
The place is a perfect shell. The
Yankees will gain little if they do gain it.
All private and public property of value has been removed, and the decks
are cleared for a fair fight. Will
we get it? I do not know.
I rather believe we will not.
Grape.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“The Guerrillas, or The War in
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New Music.—We are indebted to the enterprising publishing firm of
Blackmar & Bro., of this city, for copies of the following pieces of new
sheet music:
“Brave Boys are They,” arranged for the Piano Forte, by Paul
Mordaunt.
“Angel of Dreams,” words by Lieut. Col. Lewis M. Montgomery, C. S.
A., music by Emma C. Eaton.
“Dying Camille,” inscribed to Miss Mathilda Heron.
Poetry by W. K. McGurdy, Esq., Music by Julia Daly, commedienne [sic] and
vocalist.
“Take Me Home.” Southern
edition.
“Take me Home to the place where I first saw the light,
To the sweet sunny South take me Home,
Where the mocking bird sung me to rest every night,
Ah! why was I tempted to
roam!”
Re-arranged for the Piano Forte, by Eugene Raymond.
“Short Rations,”—To the Corn-fed Army of Tennessee—words by Ye
Tragic. Music gotten up by Ye
Comic.’
These and all the latest publications can be found at the Book and Music
Store of Blackmar & Bro.
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Letter from
Special
Correspondent of the Constitutionalist. . . .
A City Under Fire.—By which is meant not a city exposed to the actual
range of shot and shell but in momentary anticipation of those dreadful
missiles—can be but illy described by pen or pencil.
Suspense, the most depressing of human senses, holds possession of the
popular mind, and anxious care is written in every line of the popular
countenance. There is not a sound
but startles the expectant ear. The
roll of distant carriage wheels is mistaken for artillery, and the clatter of
wagons over the stones of the street for the rattle of musketry.—The fall of
any heavy body, as a bale or a box, often startles one as though it were a shell
fallen in that part of the town. You
rise in the morning very early, and you find the town up before you.
People are eager to be a stir and to hear the news, which comes in shoals
of falsehood, barely sprinkled with fact. Not
an hour in the day but additions are made to the lies of the dawn; and you lie
down at night to dream of loud alarums, and neighing steed and bursting rockets
and bombs and guns. Such a city is
A line of battle under fire is a different specie altogether.
The men are eager, but not nervous. The
fine edge of ardor has been worn off, but the rough points of the soldier’s
character, deliberation, purpose and knowledge remain.
He waits for orders. He is
eager because the excitement of danger begets that sense in most men, but he
evinces none of those emotional effervences [sic], which are perceptible in the
newly made volunteer. If suddenly
brought under the range of a battery he takes the matter coolly, and is not
disposed to reject a cover, or regard a tree or log with contempt.—If ordered
to charge he goes to work as though he were about to split rails.
In a word there is in his actions the patient courage of the veteran, who
has grown used to war and regards it as a trade.
You can imagine the change of scene of a ride from the depot of
Grape.
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Horrible Atrocities Near Island No. 10.—Mrs. Mary Beckham, in a letter
published in the Atlanta Appeal, furnishes a lengthy narrative of the treatment
of her family by
[“] On Tuesday morning about 9 o’clock, August 4th, 1863,
twelve armed negro soldiers came to the house, there being no one there except
my husband, father-in-law, Benjamin Beckham, and four of my children, and some
of our family negroes. They rushed
on my husband and tied him, took off his watch and pin, and rifled his pockets.
They then tied my father-in-law, and dragged them to the river, (it being
about thirty yards.) They killed my
husband on top of the bank by shooting him in the head.
They then cut off his shoulder-blade and rolled his body into the river,
his clothes looked as if there had been a great struggle.
They then took the old gentleman, stabbed him three times, once in the
heart, and cut one of his ears off. After
throwing his body into the river, they proceeded back to the house, where two of
them had been guarding my dear little children.
They spoke to my eldest daughter, Laura, aged fourteen years, telling her
to get up and follow her old daddy, at the same time presenting a pistol to her
temple. The children then were
driven to the waters edge, where their father and grandfather had been murdered,
and then they were put to death in the most cruel manner.
The youngest, Richard aged two and a half years, was thrown into the
water alive. Laura jumped in and
attempted to rescue him, and whilst in the water, waist deep, begging for mercy,
she was knocked on the head by the butt end of a gun, entirely separating her
forehead, and then stabbed in the side. Kate
Ida, eleven years of age, was then disposed of.
She was beaten with guns until her head and shoulders were perfectly
soft; her body was bruised all over. Caroline,
seven years of age was shot through the head, and so disfigured that she did not
look like a human. After they had
murdered them all and thrown their bodies into the river, they returned to the
house, taking everything valuable and all the clothing they could carry.
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“He Never Came Home, and I Never Knew Where He Died, or Where He Was
Buried.”—When this cruelest of cruel wars is over; when the white-robed
angel of Peace spreads a sheltering wing over our blood-stained land, and
thousands and tens of thousands of anxious families are made happy by the safe
return of loved ones to the security and quiet felicities of “Home, Sweet
Home,” how many other thousands of broken-hearted widows and parents will
utter, in tones of anguish and despair, the words, “he never came home, and I
never knew where he died, or where he was buried.”
Oh, the unknown and [un]recorded dead!
Near the town of
God comfort and strengthen the broken-hearted fathers, mothers, wives,
and sisters, all over our unhappy land, and keep perpetually green in the hearts
of our people the memory of the unknown and unrecorded dead.
[Confederate
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“The Guerrillas, or, The War in
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New Music
From
Received this day, Star Spangled Cross and the Pure Field of White; Pray,
Maiden, Pray; Gen. Morgan’s Grand March; On Guard; Dear Mother, I’ve come
home to die; Love me; We have parted; Who will care for Mother now; Why no one
to love: Kathleen Mavourneen; No one to love; When this cruel war is over; and
Annie of the Vale, and Her bright smile haunts me still.
Arranged for Piano and for Guitar. Price,
$2,00 a copy—sent by mail free of postage.
Blackmar & Bro.,
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[“]We believe watermelons only grow in
The above remarks from the Macon Confederate are as applicable to
Speaking of watermelons reminds us of the fact that we enjoyed a
delicious slice of an excellent melon, presented to the compositors of the
Constitutionalist by our efficient War Tax Collector, A. S. Deas, Esq., to whom
we are requested to return their thanks. Such
favors are always acceptable, and proves that our friend Deas knows how to
appreciate the services of the printer as well as collect taxes.
Although remarkable as a class for their modesty, they will not object to
similar reminders from their friends.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Po-co-hon-tas; or The Gentle Savage;” to conclude with
“Bamboozling”
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Benefit for the Refugees.—We take much pleasure in calling attention to
the following correspondence between some of our most prominent citizens and Dr.
Couturier, soliciting the latter to give an entertainment for the benefit of the
North Georgia Refugees, who have been driven from their comfortable homes and
thrown upon the charity of this and other communities.
These people have a claim upon all who have been so fortunate as to be
free from the destructive presence of the enemy, and their condition is so
peculiar as to appeal to the generosity of their more fortunate fellow-citizens.
The benefit for the relief of those wandering sufferers will, we
sincerely hope, prove a substantial one.—Apart from the charitable object to
which the proceeds will be appropriated, the entertainment in itself will more
than compensate for the price of admission.
We are requested to state that those of our fellow citizens who may find
it inconvenient to attend the Concert, are solicited to send contributions to
the Committee, either of whom will cheerfully receive donations for the relief
of the refugees:
Dr. J. R. E. Couturier—Dear Sir: We
have been solicited by numerous friends, who have witnessed with much pleasure
your readings and recitations, generously tendered to different charitable
associations, in aid of the brave defenders of our soil, to extend this
invitation to you and your friends, Mr. William H. Barnes, of Atlanta, and
Professor H. L. Schreiner, of Savannah, with the request that you would favor us
with one of your Drawing-Room Entertainments, or Parlor Soirees, similar to
those given by ourselves, which have met with such flattering success in the
different cities you have visited, for the benefit of the refugees from North
Georgia. Such an appeal for so noble
a charity, we feel satisfied, will not be made in vain, to those who have, in
the most patriotic manner, always responded in behalf of the soldier.
We hereby tender our services as a committee to make the necessary
arrangements for the entertainment on such evening as may suit the convenience
of yourself and friends: [list]
[acceptance]
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Supplies for the Wounded.—We are requested by Assistant Surgeon Ham,
who arrived in our city this morning, with two hundred sick and wounded
soldiers, from
Will not those who have it in their power supply the wants of these
gallant fellows, who have bled and suffered in defence of our sacred cause?
These men are now at the Georgia Railroad depot.
Those who are willing to assist, but have not supplies, will be furnished
with provisions to cook by applying at the
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Patriotism of
For several days past our cotemporaries of
An attache of the Confederate who has just returned from
It is fortunate for the raiders that they declined coming.
They were up to Thursday expected every day, and night and day the noble
citizen soldiers anxiously expected them.
The organization is thorough and complete, and the citizens are still
under arms, although it is supposed the raiders have gone back.
There was a report in the city that they were coming down on the other
side of the river, but it was not deemed reliable. . . .—
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From
An Appeal in
Behalf of the Sick and Wounded Soldiers.
The Atlanta Relief Committee are in need of supplies of all kinds for the
numerous wounded here, and earnestly ask that meats cooked or uncooked,
vegetables and supplies be sent for distribution.
Packages can be sent by the Southern Express Company, addressed to Wm.
McNaught, President Atlanta Relief Committee.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“The Guerrillas! or, the War in
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Drawing Room
Entertainment,
at
Masonic Hall,
Wednesday
Eve’ng, July 27, ’64.
Benefit
of
Refugees from
by
Dr. J. R.
Couturier, of
Wm. H. Barnes,
Manager of the
Prof. H. L.
Schreiner, of
Under the endorsement and management of a committee of citizens, the above Entertainment will be offered, consisting of
otic, Comic and
Imitation Songs,
Music and
Melodies,
which have received the unqualified approbation of the
press and public of the different cities of the Confederacy.
Trusting that the object will ensure an overflowing house, we confidently
invite our friends and the public to meet us on this occasion.
Tickets, $5. Can be procured
at the Hotels and Music Stores, and at the door of the Hall on the evening of
performance.
Contributions also received by the following members of the committee:
Messrs. W. C. Jones, M. B.
Peters, John D. Butt, H. H. D’Antignac and Major Thomas F. Walker.
Doors open at 7½--to commence at 8½ o’clock precisely.
For particulars see programme.
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Ginghams!
Scotch Ginghams.
To the ladies and traders generally, who continue so freely and liberally
to patronize us, have the pleasure to intimate that we have on exhibition, and
for the accommodation of our esteemed friends, will offer for sale, for a few
days, in lots and quantities to suit their wants, 4,000 yards of the handsomest
styles of large and small plaid Scotch Ginghams
ever offered in this dusty city.
Churchill & Johnston.
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[Special
correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
. . . Beyond the mysterious military movements already
alluded to as in progress, there is but little to note here, except it be the
luxuriance of crime here at present—a luxuriance that throws in the shade all
former delinquencies that have given this unhappy city so close a family
resemblance to
Tyrone Powers.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“The Guerillas, or, The War in
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Will the good people of
Shall it be said of us in other laces through the land, and in other days
that we shut up our [illegible] houses, or refused to rent them to Government
officers, because forsooth we had the right?
Shall we take the advice of the selfish and uncharitable and refuse room
because it is the Government who applies?
There are quantities of store houses in this city on Broad street, with
but small lots of goods in them, and these goods, in many instances, the
property of parties strangers to the city of Augusta, and but little interested
in her welfare and good name. Owing
to the disaster to
The word we wish to say on this subject is, [illegible] rent your store
house to the officers. If
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Rags for the Wounded.—The
W. J. Hard, Secretary.
jy24
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Shelling Petersburg.—About 8 o’clock Friday morning last, a
three-inch shell struck Mr. Wilcox’s house, two doors from the telegraph
office, in
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Hospitals for Wounded Soldiers.
Headquarters,}
The removal of the wounded and sick of the Army from
Geo. W. Rains,
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Catherine Howard, or The Fifth Wife;” in rehearsal “Rob Roy,”
“Capt. Kyd, the Wizard of the Sea” and “The Man of the Iron Mask”
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Notice.
To the Ladies of
A Relief Committee, consisting of one to three gentlemen, will leave
Bartow, (No. 11, Central Railroad) every Friday night to convey and distribute
among the sick and wounded of Gen. Hood’s army, such supplies as the fair
Ladies of Jefferson may contribute.
Who will not respond, and that liberally, to this call of humanity?
Butter, Eggs, Chickens, Vegetables (except Collards) Lard and Flour are
mostly needed.
M. A. Evans.
P. S.—Pack in good strapped boxes, barrels or bags—the latter will be
returned.
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Noble Sentiments from a Northern Lady.
A lady in
Oh, how I long for the day to arrive when hostilities will cease, and the
Southern Confederacy will be crowned with the glorious wreath of victory, having
achieved their independence and secured themselves from the Yankee tyrants!
I pray fervently that the South may succeed, and I know they will, for
God is with them, and they must succeed.
If I were in the South I would make clothes for the soldiers.
I wish I were near you, for I know I could aid in making you comfortable.
It is needless for me to say to you to be cheerful amid all the
privations and hardships you have to undergo; for a knowledge of holiness of the
cause in which you are engaged is sufficient to silence the cry of complaint or
dissatisfaction.
The south’s all is at stake! Never—never
give up to be slaves of the Northern despots.
My heart throbs in anxious expectations of the happy results of this
spring’s campaign. Victory must be
yours!
The noble soldiers of the south cannot be permitted by an almighty,
merciful and just God, to spill their blood much longer, fighting with the
worthless scum of the North.
How many hearts the hateful Abolitionists have made to bleed!
I cannot bear to look at one of them, much less to speak to them.
A call was made through the papers for the
Catholic ladies to meet at one of the public school houses to adopt
measures to collect means and take tables at the Sanitary Fair; but, thank God,
only seven Catholic ladies in D------ attended it.
Three cheers for the Catholic ladies of D------!
True to principle, to justice, and the Constitution framed by the wisest
and best of men. If the ladies of
D------ could wield the government sceptre, peace would soon smile upon the land
now desecrated by this most unholy war.
I do love to hear you speak so hopefully and sanguine of success; but why
should any one feel or speak otherwise? I
feel so, too, and if I were a man I would be at your side, battling for the
homes, the firesides, and the altars of the South—above all, for dear, sacred
liberty.
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Mr. Editor: On the 3d of June
the ladies of Wilkes county commenced providing daily with food the soldiers
going up and down the Georgia Railroad, and up to July 8th had fed
one thousand three hundred and thirty-four (1,334) soldiers.
The following ladies from the county have been very zealous in this good
work, contributing most liberally in provisions and active in dispensing them.
[list]
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The Palladium of the South.
We have read and publish below a well considered article from the
Savannah News, signed J. N. C., upon a subject which has not received its proper
consideration during the exciting scenes through which we have passed and are
passing.
We have headed this article “The Palladium of the South”—we mean to
say that in slavery, has been and is our defence—our protection; it is our
statue of Pallas, and while we retain it in its true and well defined
relationship to Southern society, we can deny the world in peace or war.
While many species of property, we might with truth say every species of
property with us has advanced ten to thirty times their original gold valuation.
This, we suppose, has arisen from what we hear the flippant and
unthinking say on the streets, that slave property is now insecure; while it is
not more so than your horse or cow, which bring in the market three thousand for
one and half that sum for the other. A
horse which three years since would have been well sold at one hundred and fifty
dollars, now commands twenty times that sum, while the negro, equally, if not
more secure to the owner than the horse, can not, in many instances, be sold for
as much as the horse.
This war will sometime have an end; and when that time arrives, despite
the croaker and despondent, the negro will occupy the same relative position to
the white race of the country that he has always occupied.
And then his true value will be felt if not now known—he will
then sell for as much in gold as he can now be bought for in a war currency.
Without the South, with her rich income from cotton raised by slave
labor, the North has inevitably bankrupted herself for generations, and the
South without slavery is as hopelessly and irretrievably bankrupted; for without
slave labor her debt will remain unpaid and the country will become the St.
Domingo of the continent.
Our ultimate safety lies in the preservation and slavery of the negro
race on this continent—to its increase after this war shall have
ended.—Every man in the South should be a slave owner; and the “homestead
law” of the South should be the exemption, universally throughout the land, of
a family of slaves to each white family the right should be entailed and the law
should be like the laws of the Medes and Persians—unalterable.
Slavery in the South should be nationalized; it should stand as a part of
the bill of rights, on the same footing as the right of trial by jury—an
inheritance to the people, whether owned by all or not—a something not to be
tampered with by meddling politicians, or be made a subject of debate or
argument in our Legislative bodies.
Without slavery now we would have to submit to the galling yoke of Yankee
domination in sixty days; but thank God it is here, and will remain here, and
while it remains this land will never be conquered.
But here is the article to which we refered [sic]:
[“] One of the most curious
and interesting of problems (both in all economical and military point of view)
is: Why the Southern Confederacy
should be able to place and maintain in the field a larger number of men than
the most powerful of the European military monarchies?
The inquiry would extend to all Confederacies of which slavery is the
great social element. The European
continental countries have about the same relative proportion of men on their
military war establishments (we allude to their armies) compared with their
respective populations; we [word missing?] about one seventieth part.
It is the same principle by which in peace it is more profitable, from
the greater economy of slave labor to devote our industry to agriculture than to
any other pursuit that will not yield as large a return with a proportionately
smaller expenditure. In war nearly
all the productive power of the Confederacy is engaged in providing subsistence
for those who are necessarily unproductive consumers, and the only difference is
the result between peace and war with us is that there is a smaller surplus
created during war than during peace. We
may merely replace what we consume.
To render the elucidation more clear and evident, let us suppose that
instead of having to maintain four millions of slaves, at an expense of fifty
dollars per annum, we were compelled to support the same number of white
laborers at a cost of one hundred dollars per capita annually.
The annual expenditure in the first case would be $200,000,000, and in
the last case $400,000,000.
We owe this advantage to the bounty of Nature, to precisely the same
principle by which we make our industry during peace more productive by
agriculture than by its application to manufactures.
The language of political economics to denote this superior
productiveness is the greater efficiency of labor, which, in other words, is its
lesser expense compared with the results. Thus,
if the soil of Texas will yield nine bales of cotton to the hand, and that of
South Carolina only three bales, the labor employed on the former is said to be
three times more productive or more efficient or less expensive than if applied
to the latter, in the same say as the labor of one Englishman in producing
calicoes is said, by the employment of machinery, more efficient or productive
than that of ten natives of British India. Substitute
Nature in new countries with abundance of fertile territory, for Art in old
countries abounding in capital, by which production is cheapened, and the reader
will have the whole explanation of this apparently mysterious social phenomenon,
of a State or community of which slavery is the leading element, being able to
keep and maintain under arms a proportion so large as one-eleventh of its
numbers.
J. N. C.
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Special
Correspondent of the Constitutionalist.
Editors Constitutionalist: .
. . The conscription authorities are now, as fresh campaigns approach, in hot
pursuit of more conscripts, and, though the nuisance of guards upon the streets
has not been resorted to as yet, the measures taken to ferret out all delinquent
military debtors to the Confederate States are most effectually stringent.
In some cases this stringency, if one may say so and live, is so great as
to savor strongly of oppression, and when seeing, as I have, a man past middle
age, and the sole support of his own family and the bereaved households of two
fallen heroes dragged off from his plough to the musket, one cannot but think
that it were better to have let this man go and pounce upon some of those
officials, useless and insolent, who swarm the Conscription Bureau itself as the
lice did, of old, in the courts of Pharoah.
When the secret history of the war comes to be written, if ever, this
chapter of conscription will not be the least interesting portion, and when
reading of the immense number of flunkies and henchmen kept for the purpose of
forcing arms into the hands of age, men will wonder why the myrmidons of power
were not themselves sent to the fields for which they were so much better fit
than the feeble remnants of manhood it was their unholy office to arrest.
The paragraph too that shall treat of “Soft Places” will not be
uninstructive, and perhaps add to the wonder the rest of the dreary chapter will
excite. Some months ago, at a short
distance from this city an old gentleman conducted, in a small factory, a branch
of manufactures that, from its very nature, could not produce more than a
certain amount in a given time. To
all the labor necessary this individual was fully competent, but on the factory
becoming a government affair, the former conductor was constituted
superintendent and had assigned to him for the produce of his wares a lusty
force of six stout young men, none of whom have ever yet bitten a cartridge or
given one charging yell for the Southern cause. . . .
Tyrone Powers.
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Summary: Concert
Hall—“Rob Roy, the Scotch Out-Law;” with all the favorite music, dances,
marches, &c.
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New Music.
Ever of Thee Variatio—Grobens;
La Pluie de Perles, (Shower of Pearls.) Oesten;
Love in May, (Sounds of Love,) Oesten;
Empire State Grand March, Schreiener, with a correct and
beautiful Vignettee [sic?] of Gov. Brown.
John C. Schreiner & Son,
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Sick and Wounded Soldiers.—The noble women of our city have responded
cheerfully to every appeal made in behalf of the sick and wounded soldiers.
Let them continue to minister to the wants of these heroic men and the
grateful thanks of the suffering soldier will ever attend then [sic], and God
will bless them for their charity.
Our people owe it to the brave soldiers among us, who have imperiled
their lives in our behalf and are now stricken down by disorder and wounds, that
their wants be supplied and their sufferings alleviated.
Let the fair daughters of our city visit the hospitals and cheer the
soldier by their smiles and heavenly ministrations.
We now appeal to our fair friends in behalf of the officers.
Dr. Campbell’s Infirmery [sic] on
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The Siege of
[From Our Own
Correspondent.] . . .
The Federal raid upon the city of
Our wholesome little lesson to the Federal “flankers” last week has
rendered them somewhat shy and wary; and since Sunday they have contented
themselves by throwing shells at the suburban defences, many of which fell into
the very heart of the city. As near
as I can estimate, about five hundred shells have fallen within our line of
fortifications, and many of them into the streets.
A number of houses have been struck, but the casualties in the city
comparatively insignificant. Several
members of a family up town were wounded by fragments of an exploded shell, and
one little child was killed.—While conversing with an officer at General
Wright’s Post Headquarters, yesterday, a shell went through the roof of Doctor
Quintard’s Church, and another through the Confederacy office.
The Atlanta Hotel, the Washington Hall and the
A constant clatter of muskets is heard night and day around the city
circle of fortifications, with a running heavy bass accompaniment of twelve and
twenty-four pounders. The scene at
night is singularly picturesque and startling in effect.
The rocket’s red glare and bombs bursting in the air, with the flash of
guns, like heat-lightning on the horizon, presents a panorama at once exciting
and wildly beautiful to the uninitiated in war. . . .
I cannot tell when the next fight will occur, or where.
Our troops behave as heroically as ever, baring the few shirking and
cowardly stragglers who prowl around kitchen gardens, and occasionally into
unsuspecting chambers, after plunder. Our
officers seem confident and cheerful. . .
Grape.
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Concert hall.
Managers:
{Mr. T. Hamilton,
{Mr. F. M. Bates.
In consequence of the want of Hospital room for the Government, the Management have given up the building for the use of the
Sick and Wounded Soldiers.
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[“]
We are pleased to meet the Confederacy again among our exchanges.
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Letter from the
Georgia Front.
Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.
Editors Constitutionalist: . . . The enemy have thrown about fifty shells
into the city. I was informed this
morning that a woman and two children were killed last night by the explosion of
a shell in a house. This is the
first instance of any one being killed in the city.
The non-combatants in the place have had ample time to get away with all
of their effects. If they will
remain they can blame no one but themselves if they are maimed.
Large quantities of tobacco have been found secreted in the many dark
holes about the city. It has all
been brought from the hiding places and impressed for the use of the army.
It was evident to Gen. Hood that the parties to whom it belonged were
holding it back expecting to exchange it for greenbacks when the Yankees
obtained possession of the place.
Eufaula.
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An Anti-Conscript.—An individual of the masculine gender, arrayed in
apparel peculiar to feminine gender, was picked up in this city yesterday by the
Police. The individual aforesaid
states that he is from
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[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
Letter from
Messrs. Editors: . . . A citizen of
Another citizen, Mr. George Daniel, of Covington, was taken out of town
and shot by them on the plea that they caught him with fire arms.—Many of the
citizens who claim to be cognizant of the facts in the case, pronounced his
death a cold blooded murder. On
Thursday, the 27th, we were visited with another raid.
Stoneman’s division of cavalry passed through
Permit me here to remark that on the approach of the enemy it is much
safer and wiser for all citizens not in the army to remain at home.
There is no sense in running into the woods.
The enemy look upon it as unmanly and cowardly and are much more apt to
pillage the house and destroy property. Let
every non-combatant stand by his house as a soldier would stand by his colors. It
is the post of duty. If lawless
ruffians attempt to maltreat his person or injure his family or property, let
him appeal to the officers for protection. It
will seldom be the case that he will not find one among them clever and
gentlemanly enough to shield him from harm. . . .
We are without a mail—cut off on all sides from our friends, hardly the
means or chance of escape if we were disposed to leave, menaced with danger and
exposed to alarm, our condition is truly a trying one.
But most of us are resolved to remain at home—put our trust in God and
calmly and hopefully meet the storm. Despite
the excitement, we keep up our daily paper [sic?] meeting.
Let not our friends be over-anxious about us.
God will not leave us nor forsake us.
L. M. S.
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Officers’ Hospital,}
Messrs. Editors: Permit me
through your columns, to acknowledge our thanks to the following named ladies,
of Augusta, and its vicinity, for the many acts of kindness extended to the
inmates of the Officers’ Hospital, during the past week:
[list]
Experience has shown that the sick soldier needs the kind attention and
sympathies of woman as much as he does medicine, to insure his speedy recovery
of health; hence, your presence and kind attention, ladies, have had a salutary
influence upon the spirits of our patients, while the more substantial comforts
contributed, in breads, meats, vegetables, coffee, tea, sugar, milk, soups,
fruits, butter, wines, &c., &c., have supplied a want which, owing to
the absence of any hospital fund, cannot be supplied.
Rest assured, ladies, that you will ever be held in grateful remembrance
by the sick and wounded soldiers, whom the fortunes of war have placed within
the bounds of your Christian and patriotic hospitals.
None appreciate acts of kindness more than the soldier, inured to the
hardships and privations of the camp, cut off for months—it may be, for
years—from the endearments of home and loved ones, and nothing is so well
calculated to arouse his drooping spirits, restore him to health, send him forth
from the hospital a better man, and to the field a better soldier, as the
kindness and attention he is receiving at your hands.
Our thanks are also due the Rev. Mr. Hard, Post Chaplain, for crackers,
coffee, tea, and sugar, furnished for our sick and wounded.
Those in Charge of Said Hospital.
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[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist]
Editors Constitutionalist:--. . . In the aspect of its streets,
Tyrone Powers.
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Summary: Masonic
Hall—Scenes from “Hamlet;” “Sic Semper Tyrannis!” Tableau and
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For
Ruta Baga Turnip Seed;
Yellow
Yellow Dutch
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“
Green Top
“
“
White Swede
“
“
Red
White Globe Onion;
White Spanish Onion;
White Wine Vinegar;
Pure Cider
“
Sugar, Syrup, Rice;
Soda, Salt, &c.
C. N. Frost & Co.,
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Refugees Attention
I have two or three extra fine Tents, which I will dispose of at a low
figure. Apply at once at this office
to
George Adam.
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Disgraceful Conduct.—We have received the following communication from
a gentleman residing in the county, and as the best mode of calling attention to
the evil he complains of, we publish. The
writer is one of the most respected and talented gentlemen of the county, and we
know seeks by his communication only the public good.
The authorities should stop the evil complained of, as it is a disgrace
to the good name of our city, and unworthy of men wearing the garb of a Southern
soldier:
August 2, 1864.
Mr. Editor:--You will do a good thing if you will notice in your paper,
and invoke the attention of the proper authorities, to what has become an
intolerable nuisance in your city. I
allude to the systematic plundering of market carts and wagons, by those who,
under the name of soldiers, are supposed to be placed there to protect not to
destroy our property. So far these
depredations are confined chiefly to watermelons, but the step between robbing a
watermelon cart and robbing a bank is not a long one; the principle is the same,
a disregard of law and the rights of others—you can find more men on one
square in
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Notice to Refugees.—Parties holding tickets to draw provisions from the
store of the Augusta Relief Association, will present their tickets for
[illegible] at the Mayor’s Office, between the hours of 9 and 11 o’clock A.
M., on Saturday 6th of August.
W. C. Jones,
Secretary.
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Summary: Masonic
Hall—Scenes from Macbeth and Lady of Lyons; to conclude with “Delicate
Ground”
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Personal.—We had the pleasure of meeting on yesterday, Mr. S. Deutcher,
our Richmond correspondent, whose interesting contributions for months past have
graced the columns of the Constitutionalist, over the nom de plume of
“Tyrone Powers.” Mr. Deutcher is
a prolific, graceful and vigorous writer, and has, in our opinion, few if any
superiors as a newspaper correspondent in the South, and whilst we regret that
his acceptable letters from Richmond will be discontinued, we are happy to state
that he is now connected editorially with our establishment, and will assume
control of the Field & Fireside, the columns of which will be enriched by
his graceful and prolific pen.
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The Ladies of
Officer’s Hospital,}
Messrs. Editors: Permit me,
sirs, in behalf of the sick and wounded of the “Officer’s Hospital,” to
acknowledge our sincere thanks to the ladies of
It is pleasant for us to feel, when exposed to the hardships of the camp,
and the dangers of the battle field, that we have the prayers and sympathies of
the noble women of our “Sunny South,” and such convictions nerve our hearts
and strengthen our determination to rescue our homes from the invader’s tread.
But our feelings are raised to a sincere gratitude to know that when
disease or wounds retire us for a while to languish in hospitals, we are not
forgotten—to know that the only passport needed to the kind hospitalities of
the fair daughters of the South, is we are Southern soldiers.
That, animated by the noblest impulses of the human heart, as ministering
angels they hasten to our bed-side on their mission of love, and alleviate as
only woman can, our sufferings.
“Woman alone was formed to bless,
The lot of man, and share his care;
To ease his breath, when keen distress
Hath lodged a poisoned arrow there.”
Without the smiles and sympathies of woman, our cause would long since
have failed. But with her sympathies
and prayers, her untiring energies and labors of love, we cannot fail.
We will yet be a free people and our independence, when secured, will be
largely due to the self-sacrificing patriotism and christian devotion of our
women to our cause.
A Patient.
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Correction.
Mr. Editor: In your
publication of the list of contributors to the good work of furnishing our
soldiers in transit with food the number fed the past month should have been
2,334 instead of 1,333. Will you
please make the correction, and much oblige the ladies.
Yours, &c.
J. J. Robertson.
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. . . The Sentinel says:
“As to the slavery question we would leave that to be settled last.
The question of independence concerns us all.
The subject of slavery but part of us.”
This last line is the feather which would break our camels back, if we
felt seriously disposed to assault the Sentinel for its article.
Even with our estimate of the article, it is an unworthy line.
We know nothing of the men who write for that paper, but if they have
been reared in this Confederacy they have not studied, or if so, understood the
philosophy of our slave institutions. Slavery
only concerns a part of us! What
man, woman or child does it not concern from the Potomac to the Rio
Grande, be they rich and cultivated, or be they so poor and uncultivated as to
be themselves the “hewers of wood and drawers of water?”
“Independence,” says the Sentinel, “concerns us all”—not so
much, sir, as slavery; for without slavery as the very foundation of Southern
society, independence to the poorer class of laborers amongst us, and who would
rapidly increase in number, is not a boon worth an ounce of blood, or for which
this war should be continued one hour longer.
Slavery is the cap stone of our liberty and the mud-sill of our
independence—without which our Governmental house is so frail an affair, that
future generations will write us down as asses, for entering into war, which has
brought debt and anarchy to the continent, only to gain the independence of
enslaving a portion of our own race and blood.
What “part of us” is it that slavery only concerns?
Will the Sentinel tell the people? Is
it the rich man, the owners of slaves, and they only?
If this be the answer, as we would judge from the article, we would
respectfully differ from the writer. Slavery
concerns the owner in two ways; the non-slaveholder in one.
The one for his independence and property; the other alone for his
independence.
The poor non-slaveholders in the South not being called upon to do the
menial offices of servants, but feeling and knowing that they are of the
dominant race, the race of which the masters come, come themselves every day to
be really so. They know they are
free, and feel that while our system of slavery lasts, that they will remain so,
becoming in the changes of life, and as the generations pass away, the owners of
slaves and the ancestors of the wealthy. There
is a race below them—slaves. this
is enough; it instills into the very blood of the child, who learns to order
them, though it owns them not, the restless and unceasing love of liberty, which
would in the menials of other lands, die out and yield in their exhaustion, to
consent to become really what they are—slaves.
Every white citizen, every one who calls this Confederacy his home and
the home of his children, is concerned for slavery, and the non-slaveholders who
are poor more than all others. To
them the question is, while slavery remains to the South, we are free, although
poor, but when slavery as it is, ceases here, woe!
woe! for we ourselves become
the slaves. Therefore we say, that
to the large body of soldiers fighting this battle for liberty and State Rights,
independence gained without our system of slavery, is to them no independence at
all—and the quarrel is not worth the blood.
The subject of slavery as it exists here should not enter into the
discussion of any commission to arrange terms of peace.
It should not only be left “to be settled last,” but left entirely
out of any discussion whatsoever, that would in any way disturb its status.
It is the inherent right of the people under our system of government,
and commissioners should as readily begin the discussion of the formation of
society as the discussion of slavery.
If the Richmond Sentinel be the grand organ those papers opposing certain
measures of the Administration would make us believe, it is beyond all doubt
wofully [sic] out of tune, and it is grinding out a harsh and ungracious music
through the land, when it is set to the tune of “Slavery concerns but a part
of us.” We would advise a
restringing of the instrument.
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10 Good Hands, to work on tents.
Apply to
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Our Refugees.
We have been amused and somewhat astonished at the tone and character of
certain articles, lately offered for the good readers of our city; something so
out of the usual course of editorial matter for papers here, that we feel called
upon to speak of them! The liberty
of the Press has no warmer advocate than we—no one more willing to raise a
lance in its defence. It is the
birth right of freemen—the vehicle of independent and unrestrained thought;
but the Press is responsible for the errors it commits and for the utterances it
conveys to the world; and shielded by this glorious right, many hurtful things
are done. So thinking, we have no
fear or hesitation in attacking sentiments which abuse the privilege; and while
our paper, in all its parts, has only at heart the success of our cause, and the
permanent triumph of the South, we feel impelled to it in defence of that cause
whose triumph we look forward to, and that Government whose general policy to
this hour, we most heartily endorse.
We have a class amongst us known as refugees.
They are from overawed
But there is another class of refugees, it seems, who can lay no
claim to the above definition.—How they can be refugees is a question we can
not successfully demonstrate to ourselves. Originally
a refugee was one who fled for safety, who asked protection.
So careful were they of old of the sacred hospitality due this class who
fled, they set apart certain places known as the cities of refuge, where they
were safe from all harm or apprehension. This
war has raised up a new signification, however, for this word.
We understand its meaning to be those of one State of the South who flee
to another for safety; and such are the only refugees we recognize.
The word adventurer would better describe any other class.
And when we say adventurer we speak in no manner with acrimony or
disrespect. We have them here from
almost every nationality. They
generally make money; and no one can raise any reasonable objection to this, so
long as they do not interfere with the affairs of the land where they find their
temporary homes.
Vallandigham was a refugee or adventurer of this character.
Although he was bitterly opposed to the policy of the Administration of
the
There are others, however, who come who can not lay claim to this
distinction. Men who are constantly
speaking their woes and losses yonder, and imaginary persecutions here, in the
Pharisee style, before the public and at the street corners; men who, without
acknowledging citizenship, set up for the censors of the acts of our
Government, and the conduct of our officials; men who assume the
championship of State versus Confederacy, and cry aloud, lo! “a Daniel come to
judgment;” men who, if citizens of the State or Confederacy, make reasonable
objection to their course, raise the silly cry of persecution, and in the
Furioso style, brandish the great goose quill and with theatrical pomp exclaim:
He who dares these boots displace,
Must meet Bombastes face to face.
In fact, as we find, men who would incite a feeling of animosity and open
warfare among our own citizens, of different birthplaces, calling upon them,
because of an imaginary insult from an individual, to resist the policy and acts
of the Government which they assisted to create and which they have so nobly
sustained.
O! tempora, O! mores, how thou art changed in a few short years!
If such men be refugees, why let them keep to the character and dignity o
such; if they flee hither for protection (which we feel assured no one would
fail to accord) let them at least not turn upon the Government and strike the
hand that opens the gate of the refuge city, and denounce the giver of the
protection. Gratitude, at least,
though they may find faults and flaws should keep them silent, while that
Government is in a life and death struggle, with a gigantic and barbarous enemy.
The liberty of the Press has no warmer advocate than we; no one more
willing to raise a lance in its defense. It
is the birth-right of freemen—the vehicle of independent and unrestrained
thought. But the Press is
responsible for the errors it commits, and for the utterances which it conveys
to the world; and shielded by this glorious right, many hurtful things are done.
It would have been an anomaly beyond precedent, had a British subject, in
the last war between England and the United States, found refuge in this
country, and, without renouncing his allegiance to Great Britain, and becoming a
sworn citizen here, erected a Press, and commenced a systematic denunciation of
the acts of the old Union. If such a
thing would have been most ungracious to the people then, how much more so now,
when the two sections of that old
It would ill-become a citizen of South Carolina to set himself up in
Georgia as the inquisitor to examine and chastize [sic] our faults; but when men
come from beyond the Confederacy, and with that feeling of alienation which must
necessarily somewhat embarrass every right-minded man, and conclude to take up
the pen in public opposition to the Government, the protecting folds of whose
aegis are thrown about them, they should, at least, fortify themselves by taking
the oath of allegiance to that Government, and renounce all others.
And this, that not even the idle or busy-bodied, the thoughtless or
malignant, may have cause to suspect the motive of such ceaseless and censorious
opposition.
Verbum sat sapienti.
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Summary: Masonic
Hall—Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Bates, assisted by Mr. Oliver Wren, will present
scenes (in costume) from Shakespeare and Sheridan Knowles, with singing and a
farce.
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Chicory.
Just received, 4 bbls. prepared Chicory, (a substitute for Coffee,) at
$4.50 per lb., for sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Shirting Calico.
Just received, Alexander Collie & Co’s madder prints, warranted
fast colors, for Shirts, for sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Toweling.
Just received, Huckaback Towels, Nos. 243, 246, 247, 249, for sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Children’s Slippers.
Just received, Morocco Slippers for Children, for sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Gentlemen’s Scarfs.
Just received, Gentlemen’s Scarfs—White, Black,
M. M. Cohen & Co.
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Exportation of
[“]
The Autocrat of Russia or Sultan of Turkey, justly says the Richmond
Sentinel, never perpetrated a more inhuman act than the above on helpless women.
What is most remarkable, the Poles, whose countrywomen have been torn
from their homes, and whole villages transported to
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From
A Glimpse,
Picturesque and Critical at the Situation and the City. . . .
[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
. . . Not so with those unfortunate citizens of the town,
most of them of the poorer classes, who have been compelled to remain.
They have to face both the shells and the fear of starvation.—Few of
them made any preparation for a siege; and the little produced by the truck
patches within the city is rapidly disappearing before the rapacity of a great
circle of nocturnal thieves.—These rogues do not confine their operations to
dwellings which have been abandoned, but wander with pertinacious effrontery
into every aperture which promises plunder.
Between them and the bombardment the old burgh has fared roughly, and
wears as wan and vailed [sic] an aspect as you’d see on a winter’s day.
Mangled shade trees, distrought [sic] flower beds, topsy-turvy summer
houses. Some of the handsomest
residences are so altered that their own masters would not know them.
Great slices cut out of cornice work; chimneys torn away; roofs gaping
with ugly rents and broad seams; trim porticos, where vines and honeysuckles
hung in rich festoons, broken and blackened by powder and soot; and gardens,
which once glittered with “lilly [sic], pink and jessmin [sic],” and were
enclosed by pretty fencing, as shorn and wicketless as so many bits of waste
common. The very streets stare at
you mournfully and spectrally.
--“the rocket’s red glare,
And bombs bursting in air,”
and seem to twinkle out a monody upon the vanity of human
wishes, the instability of human society, and the fickle changes of fortune.
Alas, the pomps and glories of this sinful world!
Alas, the faded splendor of this once voluptuous city!
I feel as I survey the scene from a pleasant window in a deserted
dwelling, just in rear of the eastern fortifications—the window of a room once
occupied by the cruel mistress of the heart of a poor young friend of mine—I
feel as Goldsmith must have felt when he penned those sad itchings [sic] in
verse to the memory of sweet Auburn, or as Moore must have felt when he sang
that melancholy stave. I tread alone
this banquet-hall deserted, and, something in the way of my little friend, the
humped-back tyrant, can find no delight to pass away the time.
I follow the course of the sun for very idleness; I watch the range of
the shells out of amusement partly, and partly out of discretion, which is after
all the better part of valor; I creep into the cupelo [sic] of the Female
Institute and muse over the grand panorama illuminated by the rival beauties of
a setting sun and a battery of siege guns—the glimmering spiers [sic], the
darkling housetops, the misty ridges. I
trace the meteoric bivouacs that blaze through the sky, and those less
mysterious camp fires which flicker up from the gleaming, as Miss M. E. Braddon
would say, and flash around the horizon like a circle of warlike fire flies; and
I crawl down again about midnight, weary and bewildered and croaking like a
frog—
“Where, oh where are the visions of morning,
Fresh as the dews of our prime?
Gone, like tenants that quit without warning
Down the back-entry of time.”
Amid the confusion and the destruction, the loneliness and the weariness,
there rises one inspiring figure. Early
or late, or by the branding camp-fire or the sun’s first ray, may be seen a
tall spare form, with a single arm and a single leg, a youthful face and a
beaming eye in the line of the front. It
is Hood. . . . .
Rest assured that all is well here. Pin
your faith not only to
Grape.
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Quantrell, the Guerilla Chief.
The Houston Telegraph publishes a long and interesting sketch of the
daring Confederate partizan chief, Captain W. C. Quantrell, from which we
extract the following:
[“] The hero of fifty-six battles, in which men were killed and wounded
on both sides, himself still living and wearing his laurels, is one on whom the
world will look with an interest and admiration bordering upon devotion.
Missourians may well feel proud of their distinguished chieftain and
delight to honor him. His name bears
a magic spell, and the sound of his splendid voice awakens the chivalry of the
most obtuse of his fellow-citizens. In
every locality in which his operations have called him, both men and women are
his friends and admirers. His
popularity is evidenced by the devotion of the people in naming their infant
sons, Charlie Quantrell, and many a little Quantrell bears her name in honor of
the chief, and destined in after years to tell the tale of his prowess in the
field and chivalry on the border.
He has the happy faculty of binding the hearts of his friends to him and
holding them in chains of love more devoted than those of adamant; and yet no
one seems more unconscious of his power over his fellow-men than the modest blue
eyed man, who, in times of peace, is gentle as a lamb, but in war, a furious,
raging tiger. Notwithstanding his
impetuous daring, he is never cruel, never ostentatious or boastful, never
boisterous or commonplace, but always shows the polished, educated gentleman,
mingled with the dignity of the matured chieftain.
Educated at
I am led to these remarks because many seem to think that the guerrilla
chief, the hero of so many bloody battles must necessarily be a man of bloody
instincts, stained with more or less of cruelty; but far from it; he sleeps as
quietly and smiles as sweetly as though he had never slain a Yankee, nor
bushwhacked it for nearly three years.[“]
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Hall—Scenes from Shakspeare and Knowles, with singing, and the comic interlude
of “A Most Unwarrantable Intrusion;” Wednesday—balcony scene from “Romeo
and Juliet” followed by scenes from “Hunchback;” song, ballad, and
concludes with “A Most Unwarrantable Intrusion”
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Correspondence of
the
Wheeler’s
Pursuit and Capture of Raiders.
Gen. Wheeler intercepted the raiders moving from
General Wheeler was unable to overtake them (his horses were so jaded)
until near Newnan. At Newnan their
advance met Gen. Roddy’s command and were repulsed.
Gen. Wheeler was soon up and finding their line, dismounted the 4th
The results are between three and four hundred killed—eight hundred
prisoners, two pieces of artillery, twelve ambulances, one thousand horses,
arms, equipments, &c., including all their baggage captured, and released
three hundred prisoners captured at Fayetteville, and McCook’s whole force of
3,000, except those killed and captured and five hundred who were scattered in
the woods escaped. This success is
one of the most brilliant of the war, and the citizens of Newnan seem delighted
at their deliverance. The
indomitable energy of Gen. Wheeler in pressing on after them night and day is
due the deliverance of the people of Newnan and the destruction of McCook’s
command.
Gen. Roddy, with his dismounted men, prevented the enemy passing through
town. Gen. Harris and Ross’s men
were distinguished for their gallantry. Although
every one nobly did their duty, Colonels Ashby, Wheeler, Lewis, Cook and
Anderson, and Major Christian were conspicuous.
Private Bassett, of the 8th
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Indian Physic.
I desire to purchase one thousand pounds of the dried roots of the
“Indian Physic,” (Gillenia Trifoliota,) to be delivered at my office,
Geo. S. Blackie,
Surgeon and Medical Purveyor,
5th Depot.
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Wanted.
I wish to purchase for the use of the Hospitals of the Army
of Tennessee Scraped Lint and Linen Rags, to be used for dressings &c.
A liberal price will be paid for them, delivered at my office,
George S. Blackie,
Surgeon and Medical Purveyor, 5th Department and Army of
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We are in receipt of a little article setting forth the praises of
certain fair and charitable ladies of this city, accompanied by a request that
we publish. In the sentiments of our
correspondent—an officer in the army—we thoroughly concur and can well
understand that feeling of enthusiastic admiration prompting his request, but we
trust a moments reflection will show him that were we to attempt to record even
a tithe of the good deeds of those the ministering angels, the whole of our
twenty columns would be insufficient for the glorious narration.
Then, too, our correspondent mentions names, and we cannot but think the
ladies he alludes to would shrink from their publication.
It is enough for them to know that those names are written on the hearts
of all who know them here and glisten in the lustre of meritorious works on the
pages of that Angel who records the benificence [sic] of humanity.
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Summary: Masonic
Hall—Scenes from “Camille”; singing; “Swiss Cottage.”
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Seamstresses
Wanted
to
Make Shirts.
Apply to
N. A. Cohen,
Opposite Monument st.
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Hall—Scenes from “Camille”; comic song; “Swiss Cottage”
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Whittemore Patent
Cotton Cards.
Just received, Whittemore Patent No. 10 Cotton Cards, mounted, at a
reduced price, for sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
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Just Received, Colman’s Durham Mustard, in half lb. cans, for sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
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Cotton as a Substitute for Lint:--Dr. Nott, of
1. Its abundance, cheapness
and general dissemination.
2. Its value in padding
splints, where there are fractures to be treated.
3. Cotton has always been
used as a soothing dressing to burns, when the inflammation is of the highest
possible grade.
4. I have used for twenty
years, dressing stumps, wounds, of all kinds, including gunshot, cotton and
lint, indiscriminately, and could never see any difference, where both articles
were good.
5. Buggrave, Surgeon to the
King of Belgium, has written a volume on the advantages of cotton dressing, and
other surgeons in
6. Under the name of patent
lint, surgeons have been using, for many years, a kind of flimsy cotton flannel,
which is nothing but cotton; and the profession has, therefore, fully sanctioned
its use.
When I was Medical Director of Gen. Bragg’s army, at
With the exception of Dr. Stone, of
There are certain ideas which seize on the world and which cannot be
eradicated; such as bleeding after concussions, putting irritating substances
into fresh wounds to make them heal; tieing up the wool on a negro’s head to
draw his palate up, &c. So is
the prejudice about cotton, which I hope you may do much towards eradicating.
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Yankee Warfare in Missississippi [sic].
We have been permitted to make some extracts from a letter, written by a
lady, near Port Gibson,
July 21st, 1864.
“You[r] last letter was received twenty days after it was written.
I was glad you had heard from your prisoner brothers—we can hear
nothing—all communication is stopped. The
gunboat at
They have left, our men watching their movements; no telling how soon
they will be back—the Lord grant never, but I am thankful it is no worse.
Here is war, war, the horrors of war.
Many negroes left, as the Yankees had a large wagon train to take them.
I thought at one time all the balance of ours would go, but none left
except old Mose. We are all in
confusion.—On Saturday, the 16th, after they had left here, we were
with nothing in the world to cook for breakfast.
Lans (negro man) borrowed some meal, killed a pig, and went and got up
the cows and calves we had turned out to save, and we have commenced to live
again. All the stores in town were
robbed, and both drug stores destroyed. Others
have suffered much, but not so much in their houses as we.
Be thankful your wife is not in Yankee clutches.
God grant you may never be in their power.
They have taken all your books here, all the bed clothes, the meat, corn,
lard, salt, vinegar, silk dresses, linen, china vases, pincushions, muslin
dresses, five trunks of clothes, window curtains, breastpin, silver
candlesticks, cups, plates, buckets, pots, tools, chickens, geese, turkeys,
ducks, pigs, horses, bee gums, parlor ornaments, and I know not what.
Write to your brothers in prison.
Your mother,
---------.
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The McCook Raiders.
A correspondent of the Rebel, writing from
A reference is here made to these facts because the writer entertains the
painful but conscientious conviction, that if cavalry commanders cannot, or will
not hold their commands in tact and command them, they will be utterly
ruined as commands.
I have no general criticism to make about the cavalry.
Many of them are splendid soldiers, and, in my opinion, if well handled
and made to obey orders, they would be the best cavalry the world has ever seen.
One feature of this raid should be mentioned.
The negroes almost unanimously fled and hid from the Yankees, not one in
a thousand exhibiting any fondness for his Yankee friend, who says to him, I
will call you brother if you will do my fighting.
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Summary: Masonic
Hall—Scenes from “Ingomar;” comic song; “Morning Call”
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English Bareges
at Half Price.
500 Y’ds Black and White Barege suitable for half
mourning, at $6 per yard, former price $12.
At the
Under Southern States Hotel.
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Great Reduction.
Our entire Stock of Mourning Lawns and Organdies reduced to
Five Dollars per yard, former price Twelve.
Under Southern States Hotel.
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$500 Reward!
The above reward will be paid for the discovery of the person, or
persons, who left, or caused to be left, an Infant, at the door of the Augusta
Orphan Asylum yesterday morning.
A. Gould,
Pres’t Orphan Asylum.
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Another Explosion.—We learn from the Democrat, that the “N. C. Powder
Mill,” located twelve miles from
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To Refugees,
and
Soldiers, from
There will be an Election held for Congressmen for the
Eleventh Congressional District of Tennessee, on Thursday next, the 18th
inst., at the Southern States Hotel. Tennesseans
are requested to come forward and vote.
Polls will be open from 10 A.M., till 4 P.M.
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A Female Mallady [sic].—A re-union with an
old friend with whom we campaigned several years ago, has brought to mind
many pleasant memories. One of the
most laughable and ridiculous was one that occurred to Maj. John L. Morgan,
Quartermaster in this city. At Fort
-----, where he was stationed, Indians visited constantly and in large numbers,
making the place a familiar rendezvous. One
evening the Major received from the Post office Department a large supply of
Uncle Sam’s postage stamps, which he placed in a box in his quarters.
These Indians were in the habit of going where they pleased, and
appropriating anything that took their fancy.
That evening, whilst the Major was absent on the parade ground, an Indian
squaw, in prowling about the quarters, discovered the postage stamps.
These creatures were not very luxurious or fastidious in their habits of
dress, yet they would wear all the finery they could pile on.
This squaw especially, whether because of poverty or choice, seldom wore
any article of dress except a few brass finger and earrings.
In a few minutes she appeared on the parade ground with her naked body
completely covered with
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Summary: Masonic
Hall—The Palmetto Band, (Attached to the Battalion of Local Troops,) will give
a grand instrumental concert, August 22
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Books for Soldiers.—For the information of those who desire to procure
suitable reading matter for distribution among our soldiers, we call the
attention of our dealers to the following works prepared by the Rev. C. T.
Quintard, well known for successful experience as a Chaplain in the Army of
Tennessee.
“Balm for the Weary and the Wounded,” is made up of choice extracts
from pious writers, gems of sacred poetry, and practical directions, all
designed to teach the sick and sorrowing, the art of wisely improving their
trials and affections.
“The Confederate Soldier’s Pocket Manual,” consists of religious
meditations, prayers, and hymns, selected with immediate reference to the wants
of such as are becoming interested in the doctrines and duties of the Christian
life.
These works can be obtained at the Rectory of St. Paul’s Church,
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The ladies who gave the entertainment on yesterday at Col. Davison’s
Grove take pleasure in acknowledging the liberal contributions sent to them to
furnish the refreshment tables—grab-bag, &c., and mention in particular,
the case of Miss Lizzie Munnerlyn, aged 10 years, who presented her magnificent
wax doll, which added $135 to the fund. The
amount realized will exceed $1000, and will be appropriated for such articles of
food and other necessaries as the wounded and sick soldiers most need, and will
be dispensed to them in person by the association.
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Praiseworthy.—The Edgefield Advertiser in a commendable spirit urges
upon the fair women of Edgefield and vicinity, the necessity of preparing an
hospital for convalescent soldiers. We
know of no more appropriate place than Edgefield for an hospital, and we hope
that our fair friends on the other side will persevere in the good work until
their patriotic undertading [sic] meets with success.
The Advertiser says:
[“]Several ladies of our community, with a perseverance and devotion
which reflect upon them the utmost credit, as getting ready a hospital for
convalescent soldiers. These
soldiers will come to them from the neighboring city of
And you, ye women of Edgefield, do you need incentives?
Contemplate yourselves and your children for a moment.
Do you need precedent? We
point you to a well-born, fair-haired English girl, and hundreds of high-bred
English ladies, at the heads or connected with the nursing departments,
organized by her, of military hospitals, and many eleemosynary institutions in
the
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Potato Fly.
I wish to purchase a quantity of the “Potato Fly.”
They are found in the morning and evening, and are collected by shaking
them from the plant in hot water, after which they are carefully dried in the
sun.
See “Resources of Southern Fields and Forests,” by Surgeon F. Peyre
Porcher.
George S. Blackie,
Surgeon & Medical Purveyor, 5th Depot.
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Price Current for
the Dead
For To-Day.
Pine
Coffin................................................................$600 00
Walling
Grave...........................................................
300 00
Dressed Lumber, per thousand
feet............................ 150
00
Bricks per
thousand............................................. ...... 125 00
Am Still Living.
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Wood for the Poor.—The eloquent and stirring appeal of His Honor Mayor
May to the charitable of our community to assist, by liberal contributions, in
the purchase of wood for the poor of this city, should, as we feel sure it will,
meet with a hearty, prompt, and liberal response.
The poor we have always with us; and to provide for them is a duty
incumbent upon us. To feed the
starving, clothe the naked, and to warm the freezing, are acts of charity, which
become our duties to perform, and which, properly performed, give satisfaction
to our minds, and bring down the blessing of Heaven upon us, for “God loves
the cheerful giver.” This duty is
more urgent upon us, when we consider that many of these poor, thus dependent
upon the liberality of the public for the necessaries of life, or the families
of brave men who are periling life and all that is dear in defence of Southern
Independence, many of them refugees from yankee cruelty and tyranny.
These must not be permitted to suffer.
Our worthy Mayor has done much already for these unfortunate classes of
our community, and his appeal now, which will be found in this day’s paper, to
the public to contribute funds to aid in the purchase of wood for the poor,
will, we are certain, meet with such a liberal response as will make the friends
of the needy glad with cheerful warmth, during the coming winter, and blessing
alike the giver as well as the recipient.
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To the Public.
It affords me the highest gratification to bear witness to the many acts
of liberality which have been performed from the commencement of the present war
by those of the people of
To secure a ready assistance of a people thus animated, it is only
necessary to point out proper objects. These
objects, I regret to say, are steadily increasing among us; requiring the
exercise of our largest benevolence. Up
to this period the contributions of those in a condition to afford aid, have
been frequent and cheerfully made. This
spirit of charity is still unflagging, as the hearts of thousands who, unaided,
would have been wholy [sic] unable to procure the means of existence, delight to
proclaim.
During the winter now approaching great suffering much inevitably be
experienced by the poor families of soldiers and the indigent of our city on
account of the scarcity and high price of wood.
The population of Augusta has probably doubled within the last four
months; a large number of people have fled from different sections of the State
to us as a refuge from the oppression of the foe now upon our soil; and they are
entitled to our warmest sympathies and our helping hands, many of them are
entirely destitute unable to procure the necessaries of life or sufficient
shelter for themselves and their dependants, and wholly unprovided with the
means to meet the requirements of winter. Stripped,
as they have been, of their all, it is incumbent upon us to come to their
relief. This we shall have, in
addition to our own poor. The City
Council with its accustomed liberality, has made arrangements for a considerable
supply of fuel, but a great deal will remain to be done by private
contributions.
I therefore respectfully call the attention of the public to this subject
while there is time before us, and earnestly solicit the donations of all who
are disposed and able to furnish means. We
must relieve the distress we shall have among us to the utmost of our ability.
We must do partial justice to the brave men who are now engaged in
fighting our battles by seeing that their families are not allowed to want.
We must, so long as necessity exists, feed, clothe, and warm the helpless
wives and children of men who have gone forth to conquer in our behalf, trusting
their dearest earthly treasures to our keeping.
We must cheer the hearts of those who have sought an asylum among us, and
encourage them to patiently await the day when their beloved homes will be
delivered from the presence of the enemy, and once more smile upon them with
peace and fertility. We must give
from our abundance to the indigent, whose lot, always hard, is now almost
intolerable, and will be truly harrowing when the cold blasts of winter are upon
the land.
I will be greatly obliged for speedy contributions for the purpose of
procuring wood. There is but little
time to spare as a large supply will have to be contracted for, and the
necessary arrangements for delivery, transportation, &c., perfected.
All amounts received will be promptly acknowledged by me.
R. H. May, Mayor.
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Pulling Fodder.
Fodder, compared with oats or good hay, makes but an indifferent feed for
working horses, but since farmers think differently, they should, at least see
that it be properly saved. Those who
have had occasion to purchase fodder, must have noticed how little they buy is
really good. Of course, the reason
for this is, the leaves are put in the stack before they are half cured, which
causes the fodder to mould, and when this has taken place it is totally unfit
for feeding purposes. To provide
against the evil, the hands should be cautioned not to bind the bundles too
tightly; and never have the fodder housed, till the cure is complete in the
bind, which will not be the case under three or four days if the fodder is
any way heavy. If rain should
prevail during pulling time, it will not injure fodder recently pulled, but
endeavor not to let it fall on that which has been cured, as it will turn it
black, and thereby render it worthless. If
possible, store the fodder in barns instead of stacking in fields.
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Tired of His Boarding House.—Asa Hartz, advertises from Johnson’s
Wanted, a substitute to stay here in my place.
He must be thirty years old; have a good moral character; all digestive
powers, and not addicted to writing poetry.
To such an one all the advantages of a strict retirement, army rations
and unmitigated watchfulness to prevent them from getting lost, are offered for
an indefinite period. Address me at
Block 1, Room 12, Johnson’s
Asa Hartz.
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We desire, through this mention, to return thanks to the ladies and
gentlemen who so liberally patronized our “Children’s Tableaux,” given at
Mrs. Blodget’s on Thursday evening. The
receipts of the evening amounted to four hundred and five dollars, which will be
distributed by Mrs. Blodget in relieving the sick and wounded soldiers in St.
Peter’s Ward,
Nannie Ells,
Lilla Robert,
Hindela Whitehead,
Susie Robert,
Committee.
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Death of a Good Man.—It is with a feeling of earnest regret, we learn,
that Mr. James M. Gray, of the Clothing Bureau in this city died this morning at
half past 3 o’clock.
Mr. Gray was a detailed soldier from the 5th Kentucky Regiment
of cavalry, and has been the Book keeper of the C. S. Clothing Depot in this
place, since its establishment by Maj. Bridewell in November 1862.
His kind and gentlemanly course, his christian character, his perfect
integrity, his capacity for, and constant attention to his business, endeared
him to all; and made him friends everywhere, and to none more than to the
officer and men with whom his daily life has been past [sic], for the last two
years, and to them and the Government his loss is most severe.
We learn that Mr. Gray leaves a wife and three children in
He will be buried to-morrow afternoon—the funeral services at the
Presbyterian church.
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From
[Special
Correspondence of the Constitutionalist.]
In the Trenches,
Tuesday night, Aug. 23d.}
Messrs. Editors:--I write you by a bright firelight, created partly by a
collection of pineknots, which some of the “newish” (that is to say, the
militia) have collected, and a burning wooden building about a quarter of a mile
back of the works, which has been set a fire, and casts a bright glare over my
shoulders. I will try and jot down a
few points, and if they prove illegible, will copy them off early to-morrow
morning. I have no great amount of
news, but am lonesome and have been suddenly seized with the itch of
composition. . . .
The shelling still goes on. “The
murder of the innocents”—bids fair to be one of the most poignant tragedies
of modern times—night and day it is unabated, one continuous explosion of
forty pound spherical case balls.
Can you imagine anything more brutal than the bombardment of a city,
crowded with poor people, who are unable to get away, and are forced by their
poverty to remain and to suffer? Bear
in mind that this bombardment is not pretended even by the enemy to bear upon
the military situation one bullet’s weight.
There are no stores to destroy; the soldiers are all in the trenches, and
the thousands of shells thrown into harmless dwellings cannot possibly effect
the reduction of the city. The
motive is one of petty spite, the spite of cowards, who dare not attack our
lines and wreak their disappointment upon women and children.
What a commentary upon this cruel depravity is their cessation of fire on
Sunday out of respect to the day of the Lord!
The miserable, puritan hypocrites! No
sooner does the dawn of Monday proclaim the beginning of a new week, than they
open with fresh energy their work of murder.
But they add insult to injury, when with the cant of the devil upon their
lips, they deny that their shots are directed towards the town.
Day before yesterday, a party of ladies, who had obtained passes, crossed
the lines and approached the Yankee pickets.
They were halted, detained all day, and sent back.
In the course of a conversation with one of the Federal artillerists, one
of the ladies said she was afraid of the shells, and hence desired to get out of
The Journalists of Atlanta—and if I do say it that ought not to say it,
a rare set they were in their own peculiar way—are dispersed in every quarter.
My excellent friend, J. Washington Bricks, which if spelled out means
John E. Hatcher, a bright humorist, a tender poet and genial gentleman Editor of
the “Register” has gone to the land of forest and corn, that is to North
Mississippi. Dumble, with the
courage of a hero, who withstands the shells as resolutely as the ravages of
ill-health, is still here, and runs the “Appeal Extra.”
John Happy, Waterson and Baker, a trio of inseparables are also to be
seen with wizzard [sic] tread accurately determining the range of the shells as
they peregniate [sic] the haunts of old associations, and sigh for the pretty
faces of Marietta and Peachtree, and the excellent vintage of Signor Cora.
Genial, big hearted John H. Stute is in
Lavengro.
. . . Meanwhile affairs in the city remain in their usual condition.
Shells all night, shells all day, shells for breakfast, dinner and tea,
shells—
“For all hours and all sort of weather”
so that I am tempted to exclaim with one of our older bards
a little altered—
“Tell me ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar—
Is there not
Some favored spot
Where Yankees shell no more.”
Last night a large cotton warehouse (McDaniel’s) was burnt, with 500
bales of cotton. Also a wooden
dwelling, near the State Road Machine Shop.
These conflagrations are very beautiful.
They mingle uniquely with the explosion of the shells.
The fire brigade works manfully under a raking cannonade. . . .
Grape.
The vandals in front of us having failed to take the city by fair means,
and in open combat are resorting to the last expedient of a baffled,
unprincipled and disconsolate bully—that of its destruction by fire.
Within the past four and twenty hours as many as nine buildings have
touched the ground, and are now visible only in smouldering walls and charred
ruins. During these conflagrations
the Yankee batteries played vigorously among the fire battalion.
They obtained the range by the clouds of smoke and flame and had nothing
more noble to do than to drop their shells in among the humane non-combatants at
their work of charity, and the frightened and houseless women and children
fleeing from the wrath of the two fierce and consuming enemies.
Can anything be more typical of the desperation of the ruffians who came
here under the illusion of winning an easy victory, or the infamy of the
universal Yankee nation? It is a
perfect symbal [sic] of the fear of the intolerable wretch who commands them.
Sherman, who said that the waistcoat of God Almighty was not big enough
to make him a coat, supports his pretentions [sic] to the character indicated by
this blasphemy in every conceivable way, and rolls up mountain upon mountains of
guilt every hour that he inspires the breath of life.
Of all the Yankee Generals he is the poorest, the vainest, the meanest.
He is without honor as a man, or conscience as a human being.
His wit, by which he sets great store, is that of a Dutch dissenting
class leader, his wisdom that of a circus clown, his temper that of Meg
Merriles, his honesty that of Ananias and Sapphira, his ambition that of Beast
Butler, and his appearance and manners those of Uriah Keep.
His fate will be upon the earth wreck and ruin, the exposure of his
littleness and puppiness, the disgrace of his military pretensions and the
discomfiture of all his schemes; in the world to come—though I judged not let
I be judged—you can imagine what awards will be assigned to a villain, who not
content with insulting the purity of womanhood and assailing the innocence of
children, points his blasphemous tongue like a hissing adder in the face of his
Maker. Ugh!
what a disgust the things inspires [sic]!
A paltry villian [sic], a currish knave, the very Fawkes of society, the
situs cates of war, a dull sharper, a cheat and shame upon the name of soldier,
the very embodiment of an ill-begotten, ill-bred and destined caterpiller [sic],
clinging only to sloth and milldew [sic], climbing no higher than the scum of a
rank and putrid atmosphere.
Last night a shell, a forty-two pounder, struck the Presbyterian Church.
It passed through the pulpit and floor into the basement, or Sunday
school room, where a number of citizens had sought refuge.
Here it exploded. The scene
which followed was frightful. Several
were hurt and one poor fellow had his arm shot off.. . .
Grape.
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Wanted to Purchase.
Office of the Kalmia Mill,
I wish to purchase for the Kalmia Mills—
Mules,
Oxen,
Harness,
Wagons,
Bar Iron,
Nails,
Spade,
Circular Saws,
Shovels,
Axes,
Hammers,
Hand Saws,
Corn,
Peas,
Bacon,
Rice, &c.
Also,
Two Saw Mills, with Saws, Engines, Boiler, Truck, &c., or any part of
them.
I also wish to hire Two Hundred Negro Men, Carpenters, Bricklayers, Stone
Masons, Axmen, Teamsters and Laborers, for which the highest wages will be paid,
and the men well fed and furnished with comfortable quarters.
The Kalmia Mills are being constructed in Edgefield District, seven miles
from Aiken, on the line of the South Carolina Railroad, which location is both
safe and healthy.
Benjamin F. Evans,
President.
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Silk Velvet
Ribbon.
Just Received,
A Choice lot of fine narrow Silk Velvet Ribbon.
For sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Zephyr Wool.
Just Received,
Zephyr Wool;
Blue, Yellow, Solferino;
Magenta—White and Black.
For sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Toilet Soaps.
Just Received.
8 Dozen Scented Soaps, namely:
Old Brown
Phillipson & Son’s Double Scents;
Webbs & Co.’s Family Toilet Soap;
Savon Surfine;
Walnut Oil Military Shaving Soap.
For sale by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
Superior Candles.
Just Received,
Neva Stearnie [sic] Prize Medal Candles.
Warranted 16 oz. net weight.
For sale by box or pound by
M. M. Cohen & Co.
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New Music.
La Perle du Nord Mazurka,
Ascher,
Mazurka de Traineaux,
Ascher,
Ever of Thee (Variations,)
Grobe,
La Pluce de Perles,
Oesten,
Lorena (Variations,)
Schreiner,
Love in May,
Oesten,
Empire
Just published by John C. Schreiner & Son,
J. H. Hewitt,
No. 200, Broad st.,
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Terrible Explosion.—Yesterday at a few minutes to two o’clock P.M. an
explosion occurred at the Powder Works a short distance above the city,
resulting in the death of eight employees and the destruction of the Granulating
House, which was the immediate scene of the accident.
The quantity of powder exploded was, we learn, very close in the
neighborhood of 6000 lbs., and, had it not been that the building was a light
and frail constructure [sic], the damage would have been immensely greater.
As it was all but one of those employed at the time were blown into
fragments, portions of some of the bodies it is stated being hurled to the
distance of over a hundred yards. The
names of the unfortunate victims are as follows:
Tom Ford, Foreman; James Heath, James Shields, Thomas Keese, Benjamin
Scarboro, Brantly Kitchens, George Hayes and Alfred Rory, hands; and James
Aikens, a detailed soldier employed as a guard.
This later [sic] was the only one not instantly killed and even he,
though living some ten minutes after the explosion, was unable to give any
information as to the cause of the sad disaster.
From the fact that a match box was found in the debris, it is
supposed that some matches, contrary to express orders, had been conveyed into
the building.
It is not supposed that there will be any but a temporary delay resultant
on the accident, no damage whatever having been done to the main works.
Most of the victims we regret to learn were married men and leave
families. The shattered remains of
three of the unfortunate men, are to be buried this morning.
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To the Citizens of
Owing to a number of my Company’s homes being in the enemy’s lines,
and as it is impossible for them to procure clothing, &c., from the
Government, and as I have been detailed for the purpose of collecting
contributions of these articles, I now most respectfully make an appeal to the
ever liberal citizens of Augusta and vicinity, for contributions of clothing and
provisions to supply the actual wants of these destitute soldiers, who are now
cut off from their homes and families by the inhuman foe who now invade our
soil.
All persons who may honor us with contributions of the above named
articles, will confer a favor by leaving them at the store of Z. McCord’s,
south-east corner of Broad and Campbell streets, by the 15th of
September next.
I will also be glad to take charge of all packages for members of my
Company, if left at the above named place.
Henry M. Walton,
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Engineer Depot,}
August 19, 1864.}
Estimates are solicited for the manufacture of One Thousand (1000)
Wheelbarrows, to be of well seasoned timber and iron bound.
For particulars apply to