NASHVILLE DAILY UNION
August 1, 1862 -- February 22, 1863
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 1, 1862, p. 1, c. 7
A Tennessee Union Girl.
The Franklin (Tenn.) correspondent of the N. Y. Herald in a recent
letter, pays the following graceful tribute to a heroic young lady living in the
strongly rebellious town of Franklin, who like the Angel in the rebellion in
Heaven "faithful proved amid the faithless."
["] In the midst of the prevailing sentiment of disloyalty a light
occasionally comes, like a ray of sunshine, to dispel its dark and gloomy
effects. l It is hard, very hard, for young and tender hearts and minds to sever
their wishes and hopes from a cause in which friends and kindred are engaged;
but occasionally instances are found—pray to Heaven there may be more of
them—in which young ladies are willing to repel the popular delusion, although
surrounded by a large circle of relatives who were drawn within its vortex.
In one family all save one became infected with the prevailing epidemic.
One, a brother-in-law, is yet in the Southern army, a brother is a
prisoner in Camp Morton, and the remainder of the family, with the exception
named, were spotted with the marks of rebellious proclivities, when an angel, in
the form of a young and lovely girl, a daughter, infused with the spirit of
Heaven-born patriotism, boldly denounced the delusion.
Refused admission into church, she made her devotions at home.
Denied the enjoyment of the social circles of the town, she wept in
solitude; but her innocent and true heart enjoyed the sweet consolation of a
happier future. Even denied the
privilege of walking the streets unless met by insult, she steadily persevered,
under slanderous reports and malicious machinations, until, by her strength of
mind, persuasive eloquence and strong arguments, she converted her own family
into a social home of love for herself and the cause of the Union.
When our army came Miss Ocie L. [?] C_____ was the first to welcome them,
and now her beautiful face, lit up with its angelic enthusiasm, has a happy
smile for every blue jacket that comes. Nor
are the family behindhand, as many a sick and wounded soldier, who has been
taken to this pleasant home and nursed, will testify.
At present they have under charge two of the Sixty-ninth Ohio who would
have died had it not been for their care. Such
devotion should not pass unnoticed. The bravery of Grace Darling was not more heroic and
deserving of immortal honors than that of the charming Union loving girl of
Tennessee, Miss Ocie C_____.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 1, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Matrimony;" song, dance; "Perfection"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 1, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Those meek and holy bloodsuckers, Parsons Ford, Baldwin, Elliott, Sawrie,
Wharton and Sehon, have all been placed in the Penitentiary, at Jeffersonville,
Indiana, and will be taken thence to Camp Chase.
Adieu oh Blessed Martyrs! as
Fallandigham would say, the worse wish we have for you is:
Cilis in coelum redeatis!" [?] Though the fires of Purgatory
will have a great deal of purification to do before you ever get there!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 1, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
Richmond Provision
Prices
From the Richmond
Examiner, July 19.
The Market
Yesterday.
The following table of prices of the meats, vegetables, &c., offered
in the market yesterday, will show what the head of a family has to pay for a
dinner in these times. it will be
interesting if cut out, framed and hung up among the "cabinet of
curiosities of the war" for future reference and for the edification of
coming generations: Beef, pork and
mutton, thirty-seven and a half cents per pound; shoat, fifty cents per pound;
chickens, seventy-five cents to one dollar apiece; ducks, one dollar to one
dollar and a half apiece; goslings, two dollars; pullets, one dollar and ahalf;
eggs, seventy-five cents to one dollar per pound.
Vegetables—beets, fifty cents per bushel; onions, fifty cents a peck;
carrots, one shilling apiece (for the large size); cymblings, one dollar per
dozen; cucumbers, one dollar per dozen; string beans, two dollars per peck;
cabbage, fifty and seventy-five cents per head; Irish potatoes, six dollars per
bushel; tomatoes, one dollar and a half per dozen. Fruits—green apples, ten dollars per bushel; pears, fifty
cents per dozen; blackberries, twenty-five cents per quart; whortle-berries,
thirty-five cents per quart; plums, fifty cents per quart; peaches, one dollar
per dozen. But we tire.
Enough.
Commenting on the above, the Examiner says:
The citizens of Richmond are completely at the mercy of a band of
foreign-born hucksters. Matters
have come to that pass that every mouthful we eat, except bread, must pass
through their hands, and be doled out at their exorbitant prices.
Nothing but mob law offers any hope of getting rid of them.
This method of purging the market we do not recommend, but the day is
clearly not far distant when its adoption may be necessary.
People cannot be starved to enrich a few Irishmen and Germans—The sight
of a huckster hanging from a market lamp post would exert a more beneficial
effect on the prices of the necessaries of life than the combined powers of the
city authorities and Brigadier General Winder.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 2, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
[For the Union.]
Help for the
Families of Tennessee
Union Volunteers.
Camp Andrew Johnson,
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1st Reg. Mtd. Tenn. Vols.,
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Nashville, Aug. 1, 1862.
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Friend Mercer:--Your editorial in this morning's issue, in relation to
the necessity of raising a fund for the benefit of the Tennessee volunteers, is
a very good thing, and I hope your suggestions in relation to it will be carried
out, and hope that you will keep it before the people; for it is a notorious
fact that revel wives and families, whose husbands are in the rebel service
endeavoring the destroy the Government and ruin the State, are drawing their
weekly stipend when the loyal citizen and soldier who is ready and fighting for
the maintenance of the Union and his State, is left to want.
You have no idea of the suffering the men of this regiment have
undergone; the formation of it has been a hard one.
Many of our men were laborers in the city, renting their homes of
secessionists, and no sooner would the man whose loyal and patriotic feelings
would induce him to enlist, than his family and chattles were turned out of
doors and all help cut off; but by heavy exertions and his Excellency, the
Governor, matters were made to turn more favorable to us.
The regiment has been a long while in the service, and amidst the
privations the men have done their duty faithfully.
When Maj. Theneck and myself were authorized to raise the regiment, we
were flattered by a committee of citizens that a snug little sum of money would
be raised for the benefit of the families of the 1st Tennessee, and
under these inducements we encouraged men to enlist.
But I am sorry to say that seventy-five dollars is all the aid this
regiment has received from such sources, which will I hope have a tendency to
crush out the rumor afloat that this regiment has received large amounts of
moneys. Many of the men have large
families and their costs have now been running on for four months and over, and
I sincerely hope that the ball you have now started will continue rolling and
gather moss as it goes, for I know and can speak for the men of this regiment
and their families, that you will receive their thanks and gratitude, and let
the hour of peril come when it will, with our commander and the gallant souls in
the regiment, you will find every man at the work, and their motto:
"The 1st Tennessee Guard never surrenders!"
Yours, Respectfully,
F. T. Foster,
Lt. Col. 1st Tenn. Vols.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 2, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Morning Call;" pas de deux; duett; "Black-Eyed
Susan"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 2, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Unionism in Alabama.—the Cincinnati Gazette publishes letters
from Gen. Buell's Department, giving an interesting account of an expedition
under Col. Streight, of the 51st Indiana regiment, into the mountains
of Alabama, to aid Union men who desired to enlist in the United States service
to escape. He returned with over
two hundred recruits, and would have had many more but for the blunder of a
cavalry officer. the devotion of
these men to the old flag is strong, and their wives were equally decided in
their exhibition of patriotism.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 3, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
From Gen. Buell's Army.
Battle Creek, Tenn., July 22, 1862.
This morning a flag of truce came across the river, accompanied by a
rebel escort and two female refugees, a Mrs. Vansiever and daughter, formerly
residents of Philadelphia, latterly of Montgomery, fleeing from Southern
tyranny. She has been doing a fancy
dry goods business in Montgomery for two years.
Her picture of the actions of the Southern "chivalry" is a
glaring one. There, in that
"royal" city, the home of the great conspirator, have been enacted
deeds of crime that should condemn her to a fate as terrible as that visited
upon the cities of the plain.
Mrs. V. is intelligent and well informed, and though mingled with much
hatred, her statements may be deemed reliable, and are in consonance with
statements made by many others. Ever
since the beginning of the rebellion, she has been in open sympathy with what
she calls her countrymen and the Union cause, and has taken every opportunity to
show it. She has been visited
several times by vigilance committees, taken before the Provost marshal, but
would keep on talking and favoring our men, who were unfortunate enough to be
prisoners. She is particularly
severe on their harsh, inhuman treatment to many of the Shiloh men, who were
kept at Montgomery for several days. Some
of them are there yet. Several of
them died for want of a little medical attention, and when Dr. Fowler, formerly
of New York, attempted to assist them, he was charged with being a Yankee
sympathizer, and was driven off. She
gave many instances of heartless cruelty, cruelties that would cause a cannibal
or a Hottentot to blush for shame. When
they reached Montgomery, the sick ones were left several h ours in the streets,
totally uncared for, while the young ladies of Montgomery passed them by with
the mocking jest and derisive laugh, saying, "good, good, you Yankee dogs,
why didn't you stay at home." One
lady, by the name of Bard, a strong secessionist, acted the good Samaritan part.
she went into the street, raised several of them and assisted them to one
of their own hospitals, provided them food and medicine, and was rendering them
every assistance in her power; but this was too much, the Vigilance Committee
called on her, and very quietly told her that she must stop.
She still persisted, and though one of their kind, was threatened with
banishment if she did not desist from all labor of love.
She was assisted by Mrs. Kady, and her kind-hearted Nightingale.
Every desert has its oasis, so with this Sodom of Secession.
Many sudden deaths occurred among our men; eighteen died in one day.
She also gave an account of the tragic death of Lieut. Bliss of the
Second Michigan artillery. His men
were nearly perished with hunger; he wandered forth from his prison in search of
something to sustain life. In his
ramble he approached the home of another female Samaritan, who had at times, by
bribing the negroes, or disguising herself, secretly conveyed food to our men.
He was closely followed by one of the Provost guard.
She was at the window; he made known his errand; she inquired his name;
he gave it, certainly you can, was her answer.
She turned into the house and procured it; was returning, when she heard
Bliss exclaim: "You certainly
won't shoot me for trying to keep from starving!"
"Yes, you Yankee son of a b---h;" a gun was fired, and she
reached the window in time to see poor Bliss in his death struggles upon the
pavement. Mrs. V. then turned to
the guilty murderer, with the expression, "You wretch, God will hold you
guilty for your diabolical act;" he turned coolly away, leaving the dead
body of Bliss lay there. The
Provost Marshal was duly notified of the terrible deed, but no further notice
was taken of it. A few days
afterward this murderer was taken very sick; the "ladies" of the city
vied with each other in restoring him to health.
His name is Sanders, of Perrysville, Ala.
Were it not every arrival here confirms her statements they would seem
incredible. Some Alabama Brownlow
will yet write out these things, and the acts of the chivalrous sons and
daughters of the sunny South shall have a conspicuous page in the history of the
rebellion.
Four were hung at midday, the others in the evening.
One of them, in his dying struggles, broke the rope and fell, piteously
exclaiming, "Oh, my neck—oh, my dear mother;" they gave him a second
trial, and with the sacred name of mother on his lips, our pet soldier was
launched into Eternity.
They died like true men; they denied not their faith, but uttering
prayers for their country, home, and friends, passed away, adding another crime
to the already long catalogue of damning wrongs, committed at the hands of what
[illegible] calls the glorious Confederacy; what a misnomer! A Confederacy of crime—a Confederacy of iniquity, headed
and controlled by men in whose presence Nero and Robespierre would appear as
innocent as Gabriel. A Confederacy
headed by women, over whose dark acts the mantle of a Messalina, or the
crime-stained crown of a bloody Mary, would hang as a mantle of charity.
I know the murdered ones well, and would like to draw the curtain of the
past over it all, and think no more of their sad fate, but memory will be busy,
and her thoughts almost madden the brain! In
other days I have met them in the gay scenes of home and in merry gatherings in
my native State. Their clear,
ringing laughter, I hear it now; their voices the merriest of the crowd.
No common soldiers were they. I
have seen them on the field of danger; no fear blanched their cheek, no quiver
of the muscle, but like true Ohioans, they went into the fearful contest, to
die, if necessary, in the defence of their fatherland.
I saw them on the eve of their departure for East Tennessee, to assist
her suffering sons in breaking the bonds of the fierce Pharoahs of the South;
betrayed and captured, they have fallen. Thank
God! if truly gone, no disgrace
gathers around their graves; and when their country stands once again redeemed
and disenthralled from the destroyer, when the mountains and valleys of East
Tennessee shall echo with the songs of praise her freed sons will gather around
their graves, to offer upon them the sweet incense of gratitude.
May the time soon come, when we their comrades, can visit their now
unknown resting places, there to renew our vows of allegiance, and place over
their graves a fitting epitaph.
A few days ago she saw what she calls the shadow of one Wm. Yancy, the
great conspirator, who boasted in the streets of Montgomery, "that he was
willing to drink all the Yankee blood shed in the war, for they were too
cowardly to fight." He is but
a wreck of the Yancey who strutted his brief period in the Court of St. James,
and like Pope Walker, and many others, go weeping around, whang-doodle like, in
the valleys of Alabama, over the fate of his glorious Confederacy, finding no
relief, only at the mouth of a brandy bottle.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 3, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
General Buell's
Policy Safe for the
Disloyal but
Unsafe for the Loyal.
Editor of the Nashville Union:
Nashville, July 31, 1862.
Dear Sir:--In your morning's issue I read with satisfaction an article
from the Cincinnati Gazette, "An Expression from Buell's Army."
I returned a few days ago from Huntsville, Alabama, and can fully endorse
the statement of the article. Since
the departure of General Mitchell and the arrival of General Buell, the
neighborhood of Huntsville is so unsafe that all travelling is stopped entirely
from Shelbyville via Fayetteville, Hazelgreen, and Meridianville.
Guerrillas are swarming all over the country, plundering Union men,
burning cotton eight miles this side of Huntsville. They are getting so bold as to raise openly in New Market
guerrilla parties under the leadership of a noted ruffian Frank Gorly.
The citizens of Huntsville and neighborhood openly declare the
conciliatory policy of General Buell, is nothing but [sic-to?] fear, and enjoy
the fact that he is guarding rebel property, when at the same time he refuses to
protect the property of Union men who came from far, trusting life and limb, to
get the needed staple out to supply the northern manufactories.
Consequently such conduct has effect on the subalterns.
I overheard a conversation in Shelbyville a few days ago, when a Federal
officer remarked to a cotton merchant, "I would not go five paces to save
your cotton if I had my whole company here, and a couple of guerrillas intended
to burn it."
It is no wonder, then, that the enlistment in Ohio and Indiana goes slow,
when our boys write such matters home; and who would like to be made watchmen of
rebel melon and potato patches?
We hope General Mitchell will soon return, and we stake our lives,
matters will change in this neighborhood. General
Buell and Rouseau, sitting snugly in their tents like squires in the office,
listening to the complaints of rebels about chickens stolen, negroes sloped,
peach orchards plundered, when all around the guerrillas are growing bolder, and
making both lines to Huntsville more unsafe than before.
something more energetic has to be done shortly or the consequences in
that quarter may turn out entirely different from what was expected.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 3, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Follies of a Night;" song; dance; "The Irish
Heiress"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 3, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
An Alabama Heroine.
An Alabama Union woman some days ago mounted her horse, and scoured the
gorges and defiles of the mountains alone, for sixty miles, and brought back to
the camp of Col. Straight, 51st Indiana Volunteers, twenty-five
good stout recruits for the Union army.
God bless her a thousand times!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 3, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
The Union feeling in Northern Alabama is represented as being as strong
as in East Tennessee. Many recruits
are coming in to the Federal army.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 3, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Headquarters, U. S. Forces, }
Nashville, July 29, 1862.
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General Orders No. 18.
The officers and soldiers of this command are reminded that no orders
authorizing an indiscriminate pillaging and robbing of the inhabitants have yet
been promulgated by the Commanding General of this District, or by any authority
known to the Army of the Ohio. On
the contrary, the orders heretofore issued against marauding and other like
practices, destructive of military discipline, detrimental to the public
service, are still of binding force in the District of the Ohio, and the
penalties imposed for a violation of these orders will still be visited upon all
offenders.
No soldier is allowed to make searches or captures except by order of his
commanding officers; and all captured property belongs to the Government of the
United States, and not to the officer or soldier making the capture, and must be
turned over to the Quartermaster's Department.
An illegal or unauthorized seizure is a robbery, and the
perpetrator of such a crime merits and will receive the severest punishment
authorized by military law. Commanding
Officers of Regiments and detachments will be held responsible for the conduct
of their men; and it is expected that the orders heretofore issued on the
subject referred to, will be rigidly enforced.
By command of
Col. John F. Miller,
Commanding Post.
L. Howland, A. A. A. Gen.
jly30.3t.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 5, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Lady of Lyons"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 6, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Factory Girl; or, All that Glitters is Not Gold;" dance;
"Box and Cox"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 7, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Sweethearts and Wives;" dance; "Paddy Miles' Boy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 7, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
Toast—The Ladies.
Since the celebration of the Fourth, there has been quite an outpouring
of patriotism among our loyal citizens, in the shape of toasts; but how few
there are among toasters or toasted who can boast so delicate a compliment as
that recently paid the ladies by their most ardent admirer, Mr. A. Ward.
We find the following in an exchange, which must cause the ladies to feel
highly flattered:
Artemus Ward being present at a celebration and exhibition was called
upon for a speech, when he replied in "a toast to the phair sex."
Ladies, sez I, turnin to the beautiful femails whose presents was
perphumin in the fare grown, I hope you're enjoyin yourselves on this occashun,
and that leminaid and ise wotter ov which you air drinkin may not go agin you.
May you allers be as fair as the son, as bright as the moon, and as
butiful as army with Union flags—also plenty of good close to ware.
Tu yure sex—commonly kawled the phair sex—we are indetted fur our
bornin, as well as many uther blesisns in these lo growns of sorro. sum poor speroted fools blaim yure sex for the diffikulty in
the garden; but I know men are a desetful set, and when the appels had bekum
plum ripe I have no dowt but Adam would have rigged a cyder press, and like as
not went onto a big bust and been driv ort anawa.
Yure 1st muther was a lady and all her dawters is ditto, and
non but a lefin kuss will say a word agin yu.
Hopin that no waive of trubble may ever akross yure peaceful brests, I
konklude these remars with the following sentyment:
Woman—She is a good egg.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 7, 1862, p. 3, c. 4
Southern Circus—Wonderful Attraction.
This talented company having arrived in our city will give a series of
entertainments during the season. Signor
Jefferson Davis, the celebrated performer, on the Tight Rope, will go
through is renowned feat of balancing by the neck, on a single string.
General Pillow in the laughable burlesque of "Dying in the Last
Ditch;" Sterling Price will exhibit to an astonished audience, his
wonderful performance, entitled "The Evacuation of Boonville, or, the
effects of an overdose of Croton Oil."
Floyd, the great comedian, will appear in the play of "Stealing a
march from Fort Donelson."
Several distinguished female will also appear in new and appropriate
characters, and will perform on instruments never before used in an orchestra.
The whole to conclude with that exquisite song written and composed by a
lady of this neighborhood, called "The Black Flag, or the sweet sounding
Sacramento," accompanied on the Tom Tom by "Major Weldon, an
intelligent contraband."
After which the laughable farce will be enacted entitled "A
recognition of the Southern Confederacy."—Lexington (Mo.) Union.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 8, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
["] The three ladies who were arrested at Harrodsburg, Ky., and
brought to this city a day or two since, were on a visit to the latter place,
and, we learn, are residents of Nashville, Tenn.
They are being kindly cared for by the military authorities at the
Croghan House.—Lou. Democrat.["]
The Louisville Journal gives the names of the three lades as Mrs.
Cross and two Misses Hardin. Their
offense is disloyalty, but in what way this was manifested, we are unable to
say. The propriety of establishing
a female prison here has been discussed, but no action has yet been taken on the
subject; the main difficulty being to get a building large enough for the
purpose, and there being also a probability that the war would be ended before
enough material could be collected to build one of sufficient capacity.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 8, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Little Devil, or, My Share;" song; dance; "Katherine and
Petruchio"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 8, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
["] Shakers Enlisting.—Some twelve or fourteen of the young men of
the Shaker community at Canterbury, N. H., have enlisted for the war.—Buffalo
(N.Y) Commercial. ["]
We hope these Shakers will be "true to name" and shake the
Rebels out of their boots, that is those who have boots, and the others
may shake out of their breeches, and if they haven't breeches why then shake the
rascals out of their very skin.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 8, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Traitor Clergyman Arrested.
On Sunday, the 26th ult., a large number of Union officers
attended the Old School Presbyterian Church of the Rev. Dr. W. H. Mitchell at
Florence, Alabama. So many of them
were present that they constituted a majority of the congregation. After the usual opening hymn, the minister asked the
congregation to unite in prayer, when, to their utter astonishment, the reverend
traitor prayed for Jeff. Davis, for the success of the Confederate arms, and for
the attainment of the independence of the Confederate people.
The Union men were greatly indignant at this gross insult, but remained
standing until the prayer was concluded, when they all left the church.
After he had commenced his sermon, Col. Harlan returned to the church,
walked up to the pulpit, arrested the preacher, and delivered him, in compliance
with the orders of General Thomas, to a detachment of cavalry, which immediately
conveyed him as a prisoner to Tuscumbia.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
The Washington correspondent of the N. Y. Commercial Advertiser
makes the following statement about the notorious female spy of Virginia:
Belle Boyd.
Miss Belle Boyd, who has figured extensively as a rebel spy in the valley
of Virginia, was caught at Warrenton a few days ago, and was yesterday brought
here and lodged in the old Capitol prison, after having had an interview with
Gen. Wadsworth. She is an athletic,
naturally intelligent woman, but her life and character show that she has never
had an education or moved in good society.
The correspondents in the Valley have given her quite a reputation, but
it is more than evident from a glimpse, that she is not all their fancy pictured
her. She has been a bold, faithful
spy for the rebels, but is out of their reach for one season at least.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
["]Beauregard's bells, sent to Boston by General Butler, were sold
in that city at public auction July 30th.—Lou. Dem.["]
Beauregard's belles in this place, were badly sold a few
weeks ago, when they baked cakes, boiled hams, and prepared coffee to regale his
ragamuffins with, on their expected return into the city.
They didn't come.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Soldier's Daughter; song; "Robert Macaire"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 9, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Youthful Depravity.
A gentleman informs us of a shocking murder which was committed the other
day in Christian county, Kentucky. A
son of Col. Ratcliffe, about seven years old, was playing with two black
children of the same age, belonging to the family.
He ordered one of them to give the other a piece of bread, threatening to
shoot him if he disobeyed. The
negro refused, when he instantly shot him dead, and wounded the other child.
So much for allowing mere children to carry about knives and pistols and
familiarizing them with instruments ov violence.
The father was an officer in a rebel regiment.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 9, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
We are informed that the Cumberland Alley Stone-throwers are such adepts
in their profession as to have succeeded, on day before yesterday, in
"landing" three of their missiles on the top of a lady's bonnet as the
wearer thereof was passing between Summer and High Streets.
It seems that a number of juveniles meet daily near the Summer Street
corner of the above alley, where, from dawn till dark, they amuse themselves in
pelting the passers by. It is
needless to say that we have been requested to invite the City Marshal to be
present at the next meeting of the Stone-throwers.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 10, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Ingomar; or, The Greek Maiden"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 10, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Skirmish Near Sparta.
On last Monday, Col. Wynkoop, with one hundred and eighty cavalry,
attacked a detachment of Forrest's command seven hundred strong, driving in
their pickets and carrying on a sharp skirmish for some time. The guerrillas attempted to flank Col. Wynkoop's force with
ten pieces of artillery, when he retreated in good order, having killed and
wounded more than thirty of the rebels and losing only one man.
Col. Wynkoop had an excellent position, and his long range carbines did
excellent work. Hurrah for the
glorious Seventh Pennsylvania and their brave Colonel!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 12, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Don Caesar De Bazan;" dance; "Shasher and Crasher"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 12, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
"What do they mean by cat and dog life?" said a husband to an
angry wife, "look at Carlo and Kitty asleep on the rug together.
I wish men lived half so peaceably with their wives--,"
"Stop," said the lady, "tie them together, and then see
how they will agree."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 13, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Rebel Flag Captured.
On last Monday Captain Gibbs of the Sixty-ninth Ohio, on information
given them, searched the grocery of a Mr. Buddeke on Market street, and found a
large and elegant rebel flag, which formerly belonged to one of the rebel
companies of this place, concealed in the supper story of the building.
The flag is said to be a very handsome one, and there were probably a
large quantity of infractions of third commandment when it was seized.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 13, 1862, p. 2. c. 3
Bushwhackers.
Our pickets at Buena Vista Springs were fired upon on Monday night, but
no harm was done. We learn that the
pickets brought in a man and a saddled horse taken near the place. An assassination seems to be the chief reliance of the
chivalry. Such dastardly attempts
will only fan the flames of loyal indignation to a fiercer heat, and make the
five patriot soldiers volunteer where one volunteered before.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 13, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Madelaine, The Belle of the Faubourg;" dance; "Paddy
Miles' Boy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 13, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
A Human Hair Fair.
From the New York
Musical World.
Very few of our gentle readers, probably, ever heard of or imagined such
a thing as a Human Hair Fair. As
few, perhaps, ever thought of inquiring into the source of the beautiful tresses
which are seen every day in those armories of Venus, the windows of the
hair-dressers. We are reminded,
however, by a late French paper that this is the season of the annual hair fair
at Morlass, in the Lower Pyrenees in France.
Morlass is near the city of Pau, and it is from a Pau journal that we
derive some account of the present season.
The hair dealers were crowded into the place from all points—from
Toulouse, and even from Bordeaux; and the young peasant girls of the
neighborhood, famous for their fine and abundant heads of hair, were flocking to
the market like sheep, to be shorn of their locks for the adornment of other and
prouder heads. Even young husbands
accompany their wives to insist upon their despoiling themselves for a trifling
consideration, of their beautiful heads of hair.
Twenty francs in the highest price which is given for the richest head of
hair, and a majority of the damsels part with their locks for a tenth part of
that sum.
This singular market is held in the open street, and attracts crowds of
curious as well as interested persons. Girls
are seen to be sheared in public, while others are waiting their turn, with
their caps in their hands, and their long hair combed out and hanging down to
their waists. The shearers are men
as well as women. Some of our fair
readers will conclude that this must be a degraded scene.
But how else could the stock of wigs, and frizettes, and bands, and top
pieces, and curls, which is needed to prop up the tottering beauty of the sex,
be supplied? Tons of black silken
hair, sheared in the manner above described, from the heads of the peasant
damsels of the south of France, are imported into this country annually.
There are fairs in other places in the south of France, and in Brittany,
where adventurous virtuoso buy up and shear the crops of the fair-haired
damsels.—At first blush, it would seem that female vanity would effectually
prevent such a traffic as this. But
cupidity and indolence are stronger passions than vanity; and fashion even lends
its aid to this singular custom of parting with the finest ornament to the
person which nature affords. In
Brittany particularly, where the finest and most silken black hair is procured,
it is the universal fashion, from childhood upwards, to wear caps so close as
completely to conceal the hair. The
peasant girls there have particularly fine hair, and in the greatest abundance.
It is so common as not to be a mark of beauty; and the people are morally
incapable of appreciating it as intrinsically beautiful and attractive.
It is a truth which ought not to be told, perhaps, in the presence of all
our ladies, that the charming frizettes and tresses which beautify the heads of
our blooming belles may possibly have been shorn from Breton damsels of very
filthy and loathsome habits.
The Bretons are neither Normans nor French, but more Welsh than anything
else; and they are wild and savage, and as idle and dirty as human nature can
well be and exist. They poorer
women wear their dresses until they become dirty, patched, tattered and ragged,
so that the material of which they are made can scarcely be traced.
The houses of the peasants are generally built of mud, and without
convenience. The chesnut, which
abounds in the country, furnishes, in considerable extent, the food of the
poorer classes. Although inhabiting
a fine country, capable of rendering them prosperous and wealthy, the Bretons
grovel on in supine idleness and dirt. No
wonder the women sell their hair which is [illegible] and marketable.
The people are accustomed to subsist upon the products of spontaneous
crops. In the Pyrenees, the people
are industrious and frugal, and the women are accustomed to regard a fine head
of black or dark brown hair, as only a luxuriant burden.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 14, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Serious Family;" song; "The Irish Tutor"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 15, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Temptation; or, The Irish Emigrant;" dance; "Young
Widow"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 16, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
A Kentucky
Heroine.
From the
Louisville Journal.
If brave men lived before the days of Agamemnon, heroic women have lived
since Joan la Pucelle. when the
marauding band under Corban was on the way to Mt. Sterling, the thieves went to
the house of Mr. Oldom, he being absent at the time, and plundered him of all
his horses, and among them a valuable and beautiful animal, the favorite of his
daughter Cornelia. She resisted
this outrage as long as she could, but finding all her efforts in vain, she
sprang upon another horse and started post haste towards the town to give the
alarm. Her first animal gave out,
when she seized another, and meeting the messenger from Middleton, she sent him
as fast as his horse could carry him to convey the necessary warning to Mt.
Sterling, where he arrived most opportunely.
Miss Oldom then retraced her way towards home, taking with her a double
barreled shotgun. She found a pair
of saddle bags on the road belonging to a rebel officer, which contained a pair
of revolvers, and soon she came up with the advancing marauders, and ordered
them to halt. Perceiving that one
of the thieves rode her horse, she assumed a part like Joan of Arc's, when she
said to the Dauphin Charles:
My own age try by combat, if thou darest,
And thou shall find that I exceed my [illegible]
and demanded the restitution of the animal.
The chief of the horse-thieves did not feel like the Dauphin, ready to
exclaim:
Then come o' God's name, I fear no woman,
but Miss Cornelia resolute, undaunted, and with the spirit
of a Nemesis, seemed to flash from her eye the defiance:
And while I live I'll ne'er fly from a man.
The Captain, thinking to create a diversion from the palfrey in dispute,
said he would relieve the young lady of the trouble of carrying his saddlebags,
but she, with a determination, that might have forced from Corban, had he been
poetically inclined, the ejaculation:
Thou
art an Amazon,
And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
refused to do any deed of conveyance or reconveyance until
she obtained her horse. Finally,
finding that persuasion would not gain her ends, she levelled the shot-gun at
the rider, commanded him, as Damon did the traveller, "down from his
horse," and threatened to fire if he did not comply.
Her indomitable spirit at last prevailed, and the robbers, seeing
something in her eye that spoke a terrible menace, surrendered her favorite
steed. When she had regained his
back and patted him on the neck, he gave a neigh of mingled triumph and
recognition, and she turned his head homewards and cantered off as leisurely as
if she were taking her morning exercise. She
acted in the spirit of a true and loyal girl; kind and loving in all her social
relations and the idol of her neighborhood, as we are told Miss Cornelia is, her
Kentucky blood loathes treachery, and, when occasion demands the exercise of
heroism, the gentle dove which nestles in her bosom becomes as defiant as the
vulture when it guards its brooding nest.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 16, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
We are informed that the Post Office at Murfreesboro has been
discontinued. The mails to Lebanon, Watertown, Alexandria, Liberty, Jennings'
Fork, Middleton and Gordonsville, are suspended for the present.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 19, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Dialogue Founded
on Fact.
Characters—Two
She Rebels.
Madam Highflyer—Oh, my dear Mrs. Beauregard I am so charmed and
exstatified to meet you this beautiful morning.
How do you do, and how are the sweet little children?
Mrs. Beauregard—Children, fudge! What
time have I to think about the tiresome brats or husband either, when I am busy
flirting with Lincoln shoulder straps!
Madam H.—You flirt with Yankees!
Why, my dear Mrs. Beauregard, you astonish me.
How can you stoop to notice the nasty, low-bred vermin?
Mrs. B.—Oh, you simple! Don't
you see I have an object in it? Now,
don't you know that when I get one of the greenies on my sofa, and dose him with
a little wine, that he begins to fancy that I am the cleverest lady in the
world, and then, with the least quizzing, makes me his confidant, and tells me
all the military secrets? Why, you
may be sure that the next morning when I apply for a pass, which I am
sure to get, I have a real budget of news to carry out to Morgan's messenger,
who is in waiting for me at our friends' house.
Madam H.—My dear sister, what a cunning angel you are.
Nobody but a born Yankee would have contrived such a trap.
And to see how nicely the silly flies walk into the spider's parlor!
Oh, brave; this is really excellent!
What a sweet love of a bonnet you have got on this morning.
What is your fancy for having two red roses and one white
one over in front?
Mrs. B.—Stupid again, eh? Don't
you see the emblems of Dixie?
Madam H.—Lord, Yes. I'll
run straight and have mine trimmed in the same way.
Are you going to Church to-morrow?
Madam H. [sic]—No; my preacher is in the Penitentiary.
Besides, Heaven and the Savior are pretty well played out.
I am for Jeff. Davis and Dixie. Yonder
comes two of those dirty soldiers. I'll
make a mouth at them.
Mrs. B.—And I'll hoist my linen!
[Exuent ambo.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 19, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Madelaine;" dance; Irish song; "A Kiss in the Dark"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 20, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Ingomar"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 20, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Groceries have risen tremendously within the last two or three days.
Coffee is selling, we hear, at fifty cents per pound.
The interruption of the trains, and their employment by the Government at
present is the cause of this rise.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 20, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
We learn that one hundred and eleven head of cattle were captured by the
guerillas on the 9th inst., 17 miles this side of Huntsville, while
en route from Nashville, and also six drivers, who were held as captives until
Monday, and then released on parole. The men were compelled to drive the cattle
twenty miles. The weight of the
cattle averaged 700 pounds each.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Headquarters District of the Ohio,
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Nashville, Tenn., Aug. 18, 1862.
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*
I. Enlisted men, unless
accompanied by, and under the charge of, commissioned officers, are prohibited
from stopping at Hotels or public houses in this city.
The Provost Marshal is directed to enforce this order, and to see that
all keepers of public houses are informed of it, and that all enlisted men
report at the Barracks provided for them.
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By command of Major Gen.
Buell.
(Signed)
W. H. Sidell,
Maj. 15th U. s. Infantry, A. A. A. G.
Official
Henry Stone, A. A. A. G.
August 19.—1w.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Relief for the Poor at Nashville.
The following order addressed by Governor Johnson to a number of our
wealthy disloyal citizens, requiring them to contribute a specified sum to Judge
Whitworth, of the Davidson County Court, for the relief of a large number of
destitute families, who have been reduced to the most deplorable want, in
consequence of this inhuman rebellion, will receive the hearty approbation of
every humane person. The justice
as well as the humanity of the order will be apparent when we reflect
that the sufferings of our poor people, who would gladly work for a living, if
the disasters of civil war had not thrown them out of employment, are directly
chargeable to the influence of such persons as those names are appended in the
list below. Some of them men have
given immense sums of money to the rebel cause, others have exerted their
influence to seduce the heads of families into the rebel ranks, whose wives and
children are now starving at home, and others have used all the power they
possessed to bring the regular authorities into odium and contempt, and to
excite a morbid sympathy for rebels and law breakers. The levy made upon these
citizens, therefore, for the benefit of their victims, is just as well as
philanthropic,--justice as well as charity approves and sanctions the deed as
righteous. These men are all
wealthy, abundantly able to give five or ten times the amount of their
assessment, to the ragged and famished sufferers whose cries of anguish pierce
our ears daily. One of these gave
$25,000 to the Confederacy not long since.
The sum assessed is placed opposite the name of the individual to whom
the following note was addressed:
State
of Tennessee, Executive Department,
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Nashville, August 18, 1862. }
Sir:
There are many wives and helpless children in the City of Nashville, and
County of Davidson, who have been reduced to poverty and wretchedness in
consequence of their husbands and fathers having been forced into the armies of
this unholy and nefarious rebellion. Their
necessities have become so manifest, and their demands for the necessaries of
life so urgent, that the laws of justice and humanity would be violated unless
something was done to relieve their suffering and destitute condition.
You are therefore requested to contribute the sum of dollars,
which you will pay over within the next five days to James Whitworth, Esq.,
Judge of the County Court, to be by him distributed amongst these destitute
families in such manner as may be prescribed.
Respectfully, &c.
Andrew Johnson,
Military Governor.
Attest.
Edward H. East,
Secretary of State.
List of Persons Assessed.
Bass, William
$150
Beach, A. C.
100
Beach, A. B.
150
Beach, L. F.
150
Brown, Aris,
100
Carter, Daniel F.
150
Cheatham, Archie
100
Cheatham, F. R.
200
Cunningham, Enoch P.
50
Dortch, W. B.
150
Douglas, Byrd
500
Duncan, Andrew J.
100
Ensley, Enoch
150
Foster, Sr., Robt. C.
100
Frazier, Henry
150
Gardner & Co.
300
Hagan, William H.
100
Hamilton, James M.
100
Manlove, J. E.
100
McGavock, Jacob
300
McGavock, David H.
150
McGavock, Frank
150
Williams, John
100
Woodfolk, W. W.
150
Vanlier, A. W.
200
Hollins & Co.
200
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 21, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
We learn that the guard stationed at Clarksville, numbering between two
and three hundred surrendered ingloriously to a party of guerillas day before
yesterday of about their own numbers, without making any resistance. If this be
true, it is most infamous. We
certainly need the stern punishment of a Court Martial for some of our officers.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Secessionists complain loudly that our Provost Marshal requires all
persons who apply for passes to take the oath.
But it was all right for the Provost Marshal of Knoxville, to order loyal
women to leave that town forthwith.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
Summary: Theatre.
"Kate Kearney;" dance; "Temptation, or, The Irish
Emigrant"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 22, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
The Clarksville Surrender.
When we recorded the Murfreesboro' surprise and surrender, we felt that
we were deeply humiliated, but it has been reserved for Col. Mason to humiliate
us still more deeply, by what seems to have been almost cowardly surrender to
the guerrillas. We are told that
his troops were on a hill very strongly entrenched behind a stockade, guarded by
a ditch, with two pieces of artillery and loopholes for musketry.
The position was one of a thousand.
And yet, with all these advantages, instead of fighting—instead of
sweeping his assailants to instant destruction—instead of fighting with the
courage of a patriot soldier for the honor of his flag, he basely, ignominiously
surrendered, like a poltroon, to a squad of lousy guerrillas, led by a drunken
Yankee, and actually numbering less than his own command.
Was ever any act more mean and contemptible?
Why doesn't he go ahead and hang or drown himself immediately.
How can he ever again look a decent man in the face; after proving so
false to all his boastful promises, and so infamously treacherous and cruel to
the men who reposed confidence in him, and looked to him for direction in the
hour of danger? We are told that
the guerrillas sent him word that they would give him two hours to consider
their demand for a surrender, but he very politely told them that he didn't want
two hours to make up his mind, for he had already ordered his
troops to stack their arms! And
so were surrendered to a miserable rabble, armed with shot-guns, a strong
garrison, two cannons, guns, ammunition, army wagons, and a large amount of
stores. Shame on such unmitigated,
unparalleled cowardice. It is no
pleasure for us to dwell on these things, but stern duty requires that we should
hold up to universal scorn and abhorrence such disgraceful actions on the part
of our officers. It is high time
that such crimes were punished with the severest penalty known to a Court
Martial. A few cases of hanging or
shooting would put a stop to these immediate surrenders.
In contrast with this shameful affair we take pride in mentioning the
gallant and brilliant resistance of Capt. Atkinson and his twenty men, in the
stockade at Edgefield Junction, to an immensely superior force.
Desperately and heroically did they withstand the rebels thrice repulsing
them, and scattering them to confusion and dismay, until finally they drove them
to a precipitate retreat. The deeds
of this gallant little band of heroes will live forever in the hearts of their
countrymen. They showed true
courage and the real pluck of soldiers. We
know of nothing more brilliant in American history.
Let our troops all profit by this example.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 22, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Lucille; or, A Story of the Heart;" dance; "Kiss in the
Dark"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 23, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
The Woes of War.
Sad as is the death and captivity of stout and active men, and the
desolation of the face of a country, which follow in the train of war, there are
pictures of a far gloomier, sadder hue, which pass at times before our eyes and
pierce our hearts with anguish. Yesterday
as we were sitting in the Provost marshal's office a young and delicate looking
woman entered the room carrying a little babe three months old, in her arms.
Her appearance indicated the greatest destitution and distress, and she
seemed overwhelmed with a sense of sorrow.
She made inquiry for her husband, who she heard was lying sick in one of
the military hospitals in this place. She
formerly lived in Warren county, where her husband enlisted in the Federal army.
Shortly after, the guerrillas burned her house down, and she, with her
little babe, wandered forth homeless, without shelter and friendless; and this
happened in the enlightened—the civilized—the Christian State of
Tennessee—in a State of schools, and bibles, and churches.
This feeble woman and her infant, all unconscious of the agony of that
breast from which alone it can derive sustenance, are driven out from their
blazing roof tree by men who style themselves "the chivalry" and the
guardians of Southern rights. Citizens,
shall we surrender our free and beneficent Government to the keeping of men so
cruel and unfeeling? Are these
guerrillas your protectors and rulers, and will you entrust your happiness to
their keeping? Look at the homes
they have desolated, the families they have made wretched, the heartbroken wives
and miserable orphans they have exiled from their hearth-stones; and if you are
rational men, with the feelings of humanity in your bosom, you cannot hesitate
to answer No! No!
No!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 22, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Denouncer"; "Beauty and the Beast"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 22, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
A man applied the other day to the Provost Marshal for a pass "for
his wife, his ox-cart and two other ladies."
They all took the oath and passed.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 22, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Headquarters Provost Guard, }
August 22, 1862.
}
From and after this date all Saloons, Bar-rooms, Groceries, and other
places where Liquors, (vinous, malt or spirituous,) are retailed, will be closed
at eight o'clock, P. M. The Provost
Guard and civil Police are charged with the enforcement of this order.
All offenders will be brought before the Provost Marshal and summarily
punished.
Alvan C. Gillem,
Col. 1st Tenn. Infty., Prov. Marshal.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 24, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Summary: Theatre.
"Giraldi; or, The Invisible Husband;" dance; "Irish
Tutor"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 26, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Sweethearts and Wives;" dance; "Wandering Minstrel"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 26, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
People With Short Memories.
Some of our citizens have either very short or very convenient memories, for they seem to forget the very facts which they ought to remember, although we confess that these facts would sometimes be very unpleasant to a man who is laboring to destroy the Union, the Constitution, and the Laws. The persons to whom we refer are those who complain that our Provost Marshal's practice, in some instances, of requiring rebel ladies to take the oath of allegiance to the Federal Government before they can enjoy its privileges, as grievous tyranny. Gentlemen, you surely forget that your own so-called authorities in this very State have gone far beyond this, and why have you not protested and remonstrated against their tyranny, if it is tyranny? Why did you not remonstrate when Colonel Churchwell, of Knoxville issued the following proclamation:
To the Disaffected People of East Tennessee.
Headquarters
Department, East Tennessee,
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Office
Provost Marshal, April 23, 1862.
}
The undersigned, in executing martial law in this Department, assures
those interested, who have fled to the enemy's lines, and who are actually in
the army, that he will welcome their return to their homes and families; they
are offered amnesty and protection if they come to lay down their arms, and act
as loyal citizens, within thirty days, given them by major General E. Kirby
Smith, to do so. At the end of that
time those failing to return to their homes and accept the amnesty thus offered
and provide for and protect their wives and children in East Tennessee, will
have them sent to their care in Kentucky, or beyond the Confederate States
lines, at their own expense. All
that leave, after this date with a knowledge of the above acts, their families
will be sent immediately after them. The
women and children must be taken care of by husbands and fathers, either in East
Tennessee or in the Lincoln Government.
W. M. Churchwell,
Colonel and Provost Marshal.
Here is a general order driving the wives and children of all Union men
who had fled from rebel tyranny to the Union lines.
Yet we never heard a secessionist admit that there was any severity in
this order. No, they said it
"was exactly right—the South is no place for Lincolnites."
As an illustration of the manner in which this order was executed we give
the following special order.
Headquarters
Department East Tennessee,
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Office
Provost Marshal, April 21, 1862.
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Mrs. Maynard, Knoxville:
Madam: By order of Major
General E. Kirby Smith, I am directed respectfully to request that yourself and
family pass beyond the Confederate States lines in thirty-six hours from this
date.
Passports will be granted you at this office.
Very respectfully,
W. M. Churchwell,
Colonel and Provost Marshal.
It would be well for some secessionists, especially those females, who
denounce Col. Gillem as tyrannical, to cut out the foregoing orders and paste
them inside of their bonnets, just back of the flowers which symbolize Jeff.
Davis' bastard government, where they can read them at least once every day.
We have no wish to screen any officer from undeserved censure, but in
this case we think we have shown that rebel indignation had better be emptied
somewhere else than on the head of our Provost Marshal.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 27, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Summary: Theatre.
"Delicate Ground;" solo; "Kate Kearney"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 27, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
Uncomfortably fat people will rejoice to learn that a French savant
professes to have discovered that an "alcoholic extract" of the marine
plant known the fucus vesiculosus is a positive antidote for obesity. It has no perceptible effect except that of reducing the
adipose deposit on the ribs and so on. What
a chance to get up a new bitters!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 27, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
A Long Tramp.
A young woman named Elizabeth Ramsey arrived here last night from
Washington county, Arkansas, having, like many others, been driven from her home
by the guerrillas. Her father and
mother dead, and her two brothers (the only remaining members of the family
besides herself) being in Price's army, she was left alone, at the mercy of
every marauding band that came long. In
this situation she conceived the desperate idea of making her way to an uncle in
Chicago. She accordingly, with six
dollars and a half in her purse, started on her journey.
Shortly after leaving home, she was stopped by a party of guerrillas,
who, finding that she was on her way "North," robbed her of her money,
and treated her in the harshest manner. She
informed us that she sometimes suffered from hunger, but occasionally met with
generous-hearted persons on the road, who deeply sympathized with her, and
relieved her more pressing wants. The
wandering exile finally succeeded in getting beyond danger, and reaching the
Pacific railroad, over which she arrived last night.
With the exception of the trip by railroad, the whole of the distance
from Washington county, Arkansas, was accomplished on foot.
The poor creature appeared this morning at the Central Police Station,
and was much prostrated by her long and tedious tramp.
She was miserably clad, and is afflicted with weak eyes. She tells a clear, straightforward story concerning her
troubles, and evidently is an intelligent girl.
Her two brothers, now in the rebel army, are named Frank and John, and
are aged respectively fifteen and seventeen years.
She is now properly cared for at the Central Police Station, and will
remain there until arrangements are made to send her to her relatives in
Chicago.—St. Louis Eve. News, 20th.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 27, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
Summary: Theatre.
"Paul Pry; or, I Hope Don't Intrude"; dance; "Paddy Miles'
Boy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 29, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Satan in Paris; or, The Mysterious Stranger"; solo on the
piccolo; song; song-"Here's Yer Mule;" "Kiss in the Dark"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 31, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Nobel Iowa Women.—The Desmoines [sic] Register says that enlistments
have almost depopulated Taylor Township, in Polk County.
Nearly all the voters have gone to the war. It says:
"A few days since a number of the citizens of Taylor Township were
anxious to go to the war, but were troubled because no one would be left to take
care of their crops. The ladies
held a meeting, and it was resolved that the men should have full permission to
go to the war, and that the crops should be cared for by the patriotic women of
the township. The men enlisted
straightway, believing that the noble-hearted women, who were making such
sacrifices in behalf of the Government, should have sons and husbands and
brothers worthy of such women."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 31, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Horrid
Assassination of an Old Man
by Morgan's
Guerrillas.
A very reliable citizen of DeKalb county has informed us of a most
revolting murder, which was committed last Tuesday on the person of an old and
estimable citizen of that county, by two of Morgan's cut-throats. 'Squire Garrison, an old man of excellent character and
universally beloved, had been a firm and decided Unionist, and had thereby
incurred the hatred of the rebel marauders.
Gen. Johnson had a few days previous to the murder, left five of his sick
soldiers in the care of Squire Garrison, and this act of kindness incurred the
fury of the rebels. On the day of
the tragedy, two of Morgan's men stopped at his house, had their horses fed,
rested themselves, took dinner, drank the old gentleman's liquor, and otherwise
enjoyed his hospitality. They left
after a while apparently well satisfied. A
short time after dark, 'Squire Garrison heard some one calling at his gate, and
going out found the two guerrillas who asked permission to stay with him all
night. He asked them to dismount,
and took their horses to put them in the stable.
when he had reached the stable yard one of these wretches fired, shooting
him through the body. The old man fell shrieking in the agonies of death, when the
other guerrilla approached, and exclaiming, "damn you, be quiet!" blew
out his brains. The murderers then
rode away, leaving their gray-haired victim weltering in his blood.
'Squire Garrison was one of the most blameless and innocent of men,
beloved and esteemed for his many virtues.
The voice of his blood cries in his countrymen for vengeance.
Shall that voice be unheeded, or shall we tamely yield ourselves and our
families to the mercies of creatures with the shape of men and the hearts of
devils? And let every secessionist
reflect that the blood shed by these guerrillas is sprinkling their own garments
with a dye that can never be washed out. The
"damned spot" will remain forever.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, August 31, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Summary: Theatre.
"Pizarro; or, The Death of Rolla;" dance; "Two
Bonnycastles"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 2, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Serious Family;" "Beauty and the Beast"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 3, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Daughter of the Regiment;" song; "Irish Emigrant"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 3, 1862, p. 3, c, 1
Flag Presentation.—On Saturday next, the 6th of September,
at 3 o'clock, P.M., at the house of R. McClay, in Edgefield, near Lucus' store,
a flag will be presented by the loyal ladies of Edgefield, to Captain J. S.
Morton, Chief Engineer of the Union Army, and Captain Robert Rodecker, Assistant
Engineer. Two regiments of
volunteers, with two bands of music, will be present.
All are invited to be present to witness the Stars and Stripes thrown to
the breeze. It is intended to be
suspended on the Railroad Bridge.
[Sept. 3—tt
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 4, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Flag Presentation to the First Tennessee Cavalry.
On Tuesday evening Col. Stokes paraded that portion of his Regiment for
whom horses have been obtained, in front of Gov. Johnson's residence. The Regiment we learn, was addressed in a few earnest and
impressive words by the Governor, who invoked them to be vigilant, active and
resolute in the momentous cause to which they had consecrated their lives, their
fortunes, and their honor. He
expressed high confidence in them and in their leader and looked for a good
report from them, whenever their mettle was tried. At eight o'clock the Regiment marched to the residence of Mr.
B. Weller, where a handsome banner was presented to Col. Stokes, by Miss
Bowen, of Smith county, a brave young lady, whose life was threatened recently
by one of Forrest's ruffians, who are the idols of numerous young ladies in this
city. A large crowd assembled to
witness the presentation, although no notice had been given, and the affair was
gotten up on the spur of the moment. Miss
Bowen presented the flag with the following remarks:
"Col. Stokes: Allow me,
through you, to present to your men this 'flag of beauty and glory,' as a small
testimonial of my heart's interest in the cause in which you and they are
enlisted. Receive it, Sir, and
convey to your men my grateful acknowledgements for the honor they confer upon
my, by accepting from my girlish hands, this small donation.
Tell them to bear it gallantly in the face of the foe—of the foes of
liberty and good government. I know
they will never dishonor it, for they are Tennessee Union men.
Let them strike for freedom and Union wherever they meet an armed enemy;
but remember mercy when he surrenders. These
are the glorious Stars and Stripes; what they symbolize, you and they
know—ever be faithful to the traditions of this symbol, and the prayers of all
the loyal of my sex will follow you."
Col. Stokes replied in substance:
"Miss Bowen: I thank
you sincerely for myself and soldiers, for this beautiful banner of the Union,
which you have confided to our keeping this evening.
It is a compliment and an honor of which we will ever be mindful, and we
will strive to prove ourselves worthy. And,
now, my officers and soldiers, I appeal to you to answer me in the presence of
this assembly, this evening. Is
there one here who will falter, and desert this flag in the hour of danger—is
there one who would surrender it to the rebel foe?
If there be one such in the ranks, let him speak, and I will have him
mustered out to-morrow—is there one? (Loud
shouts of 'No! no!
no!' went along the ranks.) We
have all then made a solemn vow to defend this flag unto death, and perish if
need be, in maintaining its honor. The
soldiers around me know what the rebellion is.
They have felt its force, and persecution.
Most of them, like myself, have been driven from their homes by
guerrillas, having seen their horses stolen, their barns and corn-cribs
plundered, and their homes rendered desolate.
We are determined to reclaim our homes, and make the insolent and
barbarous foe suffer for the outrages he has inflicted upon us.
We have got our guns, our sabres and our horses and are going to return.
(A voice from the crows. 'Yes,
stolen horse.') A voice says that
we have stolen our horses. This is
the language of the friends of John Morgan and Forrest, who steal everything
valuable that they can lay their hands on.
The Secesh approve their conduct heartily, but they hold up their hands
and cry out 'Theft," when the Government offers to buy horses from them.
I must say that there are more thieves in the city of Nashville than any
other place I have ever seen in all my life.
These secesh, who live luxuriously in elegant houses, are encouraging
these infamous guerrillas to steal the property, and pillage the houses of you
poor Union men, and then when justice is about to overtake them they make over
their property to a trustee, or dispose of it in some other way; or else the
vaunting rebel who blusters so loudly and speaks such swelling words does not
own any property at all—it belongs to his wife!
I am responsible both here and elsewhere for what I say.
And let me tell you mechanics, and poor laborers who are here to-night,
that if this infamous rebellion should succeed you would have no share in the
Southern Aristocratic Confederacy either as voters or office holders. The whole spirit of this plot is aristocratic, and none but
the rich would have a voice in its management in the event of its success.
It is false to say that oppression drove these creatures to rebel.
I was at the headquarters of the conspiracy in Washington before the
rebellion broke out, and heard the rebel leaders declare that they would not
remain in the Union, although they had a blank sheet of paper given them and
they were allowed to draw up the terms of settlement in their own way. The Southern leaders were determined to have no
compromise—no adjustment because the power of the Federal Government had
passed from their hands. Against
such men we fight as the defenders of our liberty—of all that freemen hold
dear. You secessionists have
deceived me. I warned you years ago
that when you began this rebellion you would destroy slavery.
I own slaves. I toiled and
worked for their possession for years, and your madness, and wickedness have now
rendered them worthless. You
rebels, and not the Unionists, are the very ones who have struck a death blow to
the heart of slavery. You are the
destroyers of the institution—and yet you have the audacity to call us
Abolitionists!
I take this banner then as the symbol of the Union which we are resolved
to restore, and again pledge my word that these soldiers will ever be true to
its defence."
At the close of Col. Stokes' remarks, hearty cheers were given for the
flag, and the noble young lady who presented it, and the gallant Colonel and his
regiment. The regiment then rode
off to their camp, and the crowd dispersed.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 4, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Great Outrages of
the Guerrillas
on the Union Men
of Alabama.
Yesterday, three Alabamians reached here from Morgan county, having been
compelled to fly for their lives from their homes and families.
They were all respectable, intelligent persons, and seemed to be
independent men. All of them owned
a farm of four hundred acres, well stocked with cattle and horses.
They had been compelled to lie out in the hills and thickets for weeks to
avoid parties who were scouring the country, forcing men into the rebel army.
The marauders were driving all loyal men from their homes, taking horses,
beef cattle, hogs, corn, and even their clothes and bedding.
Many families were entirely stripped and left completely destitute.
Over two hundred of these martyrs to freedom, whom no persecutions could
shake, had enlisted in the Federal army at Decatur.
These men reported that a party of five, who had left home for that
purpose, were arrested on their way, and it was rumored they were all hung.
No words can truly depict the distress, terror and anguish which prevail
among these loyal people in Morgan, Fayette, Winston, and Marshall counties.
Many persons who own considerable numbers of slaves, are devoted and
unyielding Union men. Is it
possible that the Government will abandon these noble people to the mercies of
the guerrilla demons? While the
rebels plunder without remorse or pity, shall our Government suffer the wealthy
rebels in this vicinity by whose hellish machinations all this suffering has
been occasioned to live at their ease, in luxurious houses, and make sport over
the groans and tears of blood which hundreds and thousands of women and children
are now weeping. Oh for some
lion-hearted leader to inspire our armies with an impetuous valor which should
beat back this wave of rebellion!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 4, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Maid with Milking Pail;" song; "Little Treasure"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 4, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Some of the rebels profess to believe that their friends will again have
Nashville. When they get Nashville,
they will be the happy possessors of a heap of black walls, and grey ashes, for
our army is fully resolved, if needs be, to water the site of this city so
copiously with blood that the flowers of patriotism, and the laurels of loyalty
will smell as fragrant and flourish as green as on the plains of Marathon, or
the heights of Bunker Hill. They
will
"Memorize another Golgotha."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 4, 1862, p. 3. c. 1
It is rumored that the guerrillas are in possession of Columbia in
considerable force. A number of
persons who are "on parole" and who have "taken the oath,"
are actively engaged in aiding them. The
more we see of it the more deeply are we impressed with the constitutional
excellence, scriptural beauty, natural sublimity, and mechanical utility of this
little process called "taking the oath."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 5, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Which would You Imitate?
A war correspondent of the N. York Times, writing from Virginia, relates
two incidents which are worth copying:
"One 'true Woman,' though strong sesesh [sic], describes the finding
upon her farm of a dead Yankee who had died peacefully upon his blanket, spread
in a retired spot. In his pocket
were found letters from his mother advising him to be a good boy, and
recommending him to put his trust in the God of Battles.
She states that she went and looked at him, and then came back to the
house, and had, as she expresses it, 'a good old cry' about it.
Another lady, writing from Richmond, inquires all about the battles, with
a curious minuteness that only a woman could exhibit, and then finishes by
saying, 'Don't bury any dead Yankees on our farm, for I don't want to eat bread
made from Yankee blood!' Which of
these two women does most honor to her sex?"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 5, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The 7 Clerks; or, The Miser of Marseilles;" dance; song;
"Swiss Swains"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 5, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
We learn that the stage running from here to Franklin was stopped by a
party of guerrillas on Wednesday morning, a few miles this side of that town,
and two Federal officers captured and carried off.
One of them was Lieut. Hollaway, of Kentucky, son-in-law of Mr. Carter,
proprietor of the St. Cloud. The
stage was then suffered to go on.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 5, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Rebel Outrage.—A special dispatch to the Chicago Tribune from Cairo,
under date of the 16th, relates the following revolting story:
Day before yesterday a party of guerrillas, supposed to belong to
Faulkner's band, visited the house of an old man named Gordon, suspected of
entertaining Union sentiments, residing about eight miles southeast of Jackson,
Tenn., taking the old man and his daughter prisoners.
They carried him to the nearest woods, and ten of the villains
successively violated the daughter. Gordon
was then hung by the neck to a tree, and would have perished, had not a party of
Federals opportunely passed that way, and rescued him from his perilous position
before life became extinct.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 5, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
From the Memphis
Papers.
Rumors—Facts.
Rumor states that Capt. A. Clark Denson and his company from Memphis were captured on the Cumberland by a party of guerrillas, and that the Captain was hung or shot. This is idle rumor, and not for a moment to be credited. He was too good a soldier, to have been so easily taken. We expect much good service from Capt. Denson, and many hard fought battles before the rebels will get rid of him and his command; he is reserved for a better fate. Some timid, alarmed rebel created by his fears this profitless rumor. He liveth to redeem his promises made on his departure from our city.
Communication to the Nashville Union.
Camp Campbell, Near Nashville.
To My Friends
in Memphis: The above having fallen into my hands this day, Sept. 4th, in
a letter from my wife and daughter writing to a dead man. I say I am not
dead, but working day and night with the same zeal that you all know that I
possess, for the comfort of my men and the suppression of the rebellion at all
hazards. Friends and loyalists to our glorious Union in Memphis, feed our
wives and children, attend them when sick, protect them from insult, and rest
assured that when A. Clark Denson and his Spartan band falls there will be no
surrender, and not a cartridge, gun, or sabre given up to the enemy fit for
further use. We never will surrender when a man can raise a hand. I
will be among you soon to raise a cavalry company, and to bring the wives of my
company the bounty and pay allowed by the United States Government.
To my Wife and Daughter: Do
all in your power to aid and assist the wives and children of the soldiers with
me.
Respectfully, &c.
A. Clark Denson,
Union, world without end.
Memphis papers please copy.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 6, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Kate Kearney;" drum solo; comic song "Popping the
Question;" Recitation; Cornet Solo; Duett; "2-4-5-0; or, The Lottery
Ticket"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 7, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Naval Engagements;" song; dance; "Poor Pillicoddy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 7, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
We learn that a few guerrillas and a number of the citizens of Tullahoma
burned the hospitals, and the dwellings of a number of Union men thereabouts.
These scoundrels should be promptly punished.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 7, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
A party of guerrillas it is said, captured 170 horses belonging to
the Government, on yesterday morning, in a pasture within miles of the city.
We are inclined to believe that the guerrillas were citizen thieves of
the neighborhood, who are now at home, and would swear they had "never done
anything."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 7, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Officers of the various divisions now in this city, confirm, we learn,
the statement that Forrest's band of thieves and assassins were cut to pieces
and totally dispersed, in his recent encounters with our troops. The miserable ruffian, vagabond and scoundrel had now better
go and hang himself. He has brought
many a foolish young man to a wretched end. Die, Forrest, and go home to the devil.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Female Slaves.
We learn that there is in the city a considerable number of female
slaves, who have fled from the famine and general distress which now prevails in
the lower counties. Now why cannot
these women be sent immediately to the various hospitals to perform that labor
which they can do better than any one else.
Women are naturally nurses, and attend to sick rooms far better than men.
Let the soldiers be kept in the ranks, and these negro women be placed
where they will not only be provided for, but do service.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Barbarity of Guerrillas at Tullahoma.
From a gentleman who resided in Tullahoma, we learn that a dreadful state
of affairs exists in that vicinity since the departure of the Union troops.
James Chastien is the chief of a guerrilla band of some forty persons.
He took the oath of allegiance to the Federal Government a short time
ago, and both he and his son had given bonds for their good and loyal conduct.
These men arrested David Crisen and John Chofin, both citizens of the
town, and whipped them from head to foot, with cowhides, tearing them in a most
horrible manner. The unfortunate men were then repeatedly jobbed on the head
with the muzzle of a shotgun, and plugs of flesh were scooped out!
The rebels burned down the Methodist church, a large, fine building which
had been used for an hospital. Mr.
Thomas, the Postmaster, was forced to fly for his life, leaving everything
behind him. He had a stock of drugs, and his partner was seized and
compelled to deliver over his stock of goods and money.
The messenger of the Adams' Express Company left on Friday night, and was
pursued ten miles by the guerrillas. By
great vigilance he escaped. Peter
Vest, a Union man and an excellent citizen, was hung at Wartrace, a few days
ago. The houses of Union men are
burning in all directions, and the woods are filled with fugitives.
O Southern Rights men of Tennessee!
is this the awful banquet of blood and rapine to which you invited your
neighbors under the mask of Southern freedom?
Have you no reason, no pity, no remorse?
Has reason fled from you, and left you the victims of an awful frenzy,
which will soon be your own destruction?
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Union Refugees.
Mayor Smith informs me that there are between two thousand and three
thousand Union men who have been forced to fly to this city for their safety
from the counties lately held by our troops.
They are men of character and property, who have left all their worldly
goods, their wives and children rather than give up their loyalty to the Union.
They are indeed an army of martyrs who are suffering fearfully from the
scourge and oppression of the rebellion. We
are gratified to learn that the Mayor has made arrangements to place these
unfortunate men in vacant houses and to provide them temporarily with absolute
necessities. Why cannot a regiment or two be enrolled from these men?
It is now evident that no man can remain inactive in this dreadful war.
the rebels are all active, all incessant in their labors, and if we would
save ourselves and families from their infernal machinations, we must take our
muskets in our hands and go out to meet them.
The strength of the Republic is overpowering, but it must all be put
forth now, if we would end the war speedily.
Then let these Union men who can look for nothing but confiscation and
death, or a slavery worse than death at the hands of their oppressors, go at
once into the ranks and conquer a peace. The
formation of two or even one regiment from such material would act like magic on
our own soldiers, and strike terror to the hearts of those false and deluded
Tennesseans, who are enlisted under the flag of rebellion.
Come to the aid of the Government, friends; come with your weapons in
your hands remembering that
"Those who would be free themselves must strike the blow."
Every interest precious to the human heart appeals loudly to you to rush
to the ranks of the Federal army, and
"Leave behind a name of fear,
That tyranny shall quake to hear."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"All that Glitters is Not Gold;" dance; "The Omnibus"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
A letter from a New Orleans lady, devoted to the Union, and, as is said
in the letter, one of the few Union ladies in the city, mentions the fact of her
being present at a Benevolent Society, where it was the boast of many of the
secession ladies that they carried both a pistol and a poignard and practiced
shooting with great frequency and success.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 10, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Soldier's Bride;" song; dance; "Irish Hussar"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 10, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
We learn that the Tyree Springs road is infested with guerrillas.
Cannot that thoroughfare be cleaned of these marauders?
The Stages Sunday night were stopped, and the passengers and their
baggage searched. They probably
obtained possession of the letters of the correspondence of the Philadelphia Press
and N. Y. Herald, written at this place.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 10, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
The Exodus.
Yesterday morning we saw a train of wagons filled with women and children
and a few articles of household goods. These
people are native Tennesseans, driven by guerrillas from their farms and shops
on account of their loyalty. They
have sacrificed the honest accumulations of years of hard labor on the altar of
loyalty, and are now winding their way to a land where the rebel flag is not
tolerated. The story related by
these unhappy people is most lamentable. They tell of respectable, law-abiding
men being tied up and whipped until they are streaming with blood; of houses
plundered and sacked; of crops destroyed, and of every species of outrage.
Companies of outlaws belonging to neither side, taking advantage of the
anarchy which prevails in the country, roam about for the sole purpose of
plunder. These bandits prey on
secessionists and loyalists alike. A man named Anderson, we are told, leads one of these parties
in Bedford county. When he plunders
the house of a Confederate, and the inmates plead that they are for the Southern
Confederacy, he replies, "Damn the Southern Confederacy!"
Unless the people come as one man into the Federal ranks, and utterly
destroy these land-corsairs, and awful future awaits this afflicted
commonwealth. The friends of the
Confederacy will be certain to find the "ingredients of their poisoned
chalice" of rebellion commended to their own lips by the very men whom they
now encourage in robbery and lawlessness. Justice
is often slow, but she is "even handed," and her blows will fall with
fearful effect at last upon obdurate offenders.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 11, 1862, p. 1, c. 5-6
Wounded.
"Six hundred and forty-three wounded!"
"If that were all!" my wife spoke in a sad voice. "If that were all!"
"The return is given as complete," I said, referring again to
the newspaper which I held in my hand. "One
hundred and forty-one killed, and six hundred and forty-three wounded."
"A fearful list; but it is not all," my wife answered.
Her tones were even sadder than at first. "A
great many more were wounded—a great many more."
"But this is an official report, signed by the commanding
general."
"And so far, doubtless, correct.
But from every battle-field go swift-winged messengers that kill and
wound at a thousand miles, instead of a thousand paces; bullets invisible to
mortal eyes, that pierce loving hearts. Of
the dead and wounded from these we have no report.
They are casualties not spoken of by our commanding general."
I had not thought of this; or, at least, not with any realizing sense of
what it involved. My wife resumed:
"Let us take the matter home. We
have a son in the army. The ball
that strikes him strikes us. If, in
the list of killed and wounded, we had found his name, would there have been no
bayonet point or shattering bullet in our flesh?
I shiver at the thought. Ah,
these invisible messengers of pain and death wound often deeper than iron and
lead."
As she spoke my eyes were resting on the official list, and I saw the
name of a friend. An ejaculation of
surprise dropped from my lips.
"What?" My
startled wife grew slightly pale.
"Harley is wounded."
"O, dear!" The
pallor increased, and she laid her hand over her heart—a sign that she felt
pain there.
"Badly?" she tried to steady her voice.
"A ball through the chest. Not
set down as dangerous however."
"Poor Anna! What sad
tidings for her!"—My wife arose. "I
must go to her immediately."
"Do so," I answered.
Soon afterward we went out together; I to my office, and she to visit the
wife of our wounded friend.
It is strange how little those who are not brought into the actual
presence of death and disaster on the battle-field realize their appalling
nature. We read of the killed and
wounded, and sum up the figures as coldly almost as if the statistics were
simply commercial. We talk of our
losses as indifferently as if men were crates and bales.
I do not except myself. Sometimes
I feel as though all sensibility, all sympathy for human suffering, had died out
of my heart. It is, perhaps, as
well. If we perceive to the full
extent the terrible reality of things, we would be in half paralyzed states,
instead of continuing our usual employments, by which the common good is served.
We cannot help the suffering nor heal the wounded by our mental pain.
But let us see to it that through lack of pain we fail not in
ministration to the extent of our ability.
When I met my wife at dinner time, her face was paler than when I had
parted with her in the morning. I
saw that she had been suffering while I, intent for hours upon my work, had half
forgotten my wounded friends, Harley and his wife; one pierced by a visible and
the other by an invisible bullet.
"Did you see Annie?" I asked.
"Yes."
"How is she?"
"Calm, but hurt very deeply. She
only had the news this morning."
"Is she going to him?"
"There has not been time to decide what is best.
Her husband's brother is here, and will get as much information by
telegraph as is possible to receive.—To-night or to-morrow he will leave for
the battle field. Anna may go with
him."
"She appeared to be hurt very deeply, you say?"
"Yes," replied my wife, "and was in most intense pain. Every line in her face exhibited suffering.
One hand was pressed all the while tightly over her heart."
"What did she say?"
"Not much. She seemed
looking into the distance, and trying to make out things seen but imperfectly.
If he were to die I think it would kill her."
"Two deaths by the same bullet," I said, my thoughts recurring
to the morning conversation.
In the evening I called with my wife to see Mrs. Harley. A telegram had been received, stating that her husband's
wound, though severe, was not considered dangerous.
The ball was extracted, and he was reported to be doing well.
She was going to leave in the night train with her brother-in-law, and
would be with her husband in the quickest time it was possible to make.
How a few hours of suffering had changed her!
The wound was deep and very painful.
It was nearly two months before Harley was sufficiently recovered to be
removed from the hospital. His wife
had been permitted to see him every day, and to remain in attendance on him for
a greater part of the time.
"Did you know that Mr. Harley and his wife were at home? said I, on
coming in one day.
"No. When did they
arrive?" was the answer and
inquiry.
"This morning. I heard
it from Mr. Harley's brother."
"How are they?" asked my wife.
'He looks as well as ever, I am told, though suffering some from his
wound; but she is miserable, Mr. Harley says."
A shadow fell over my wife's face, and she sighed heavily.
"I was afraid of that" she said.
"I knew she was hurt badly. Flesh
wounds close readily, but spirit wounds are difficult to heal.
These invincible [invisible?] bullets are sure to reach some vital
part."
I met Mr. Harley, not long afterward, in company with his wife. His eyes were bright, his lips firm, his cheeks flushed with
health. You saw scarcely a sign of
what he had endured. He talked in a
brave, soldierly manner, and was anxious for the time to come when the surgeon
would pronounce him in condition to join his regiment. His wound, when referred to, evidently gave him more pleasure
than pain. It was a mark of
distinction—a sign that he had offered even life for his country.
How different with Mrs. Harley! It
touched you to look into her dreamy, absent eyes—on her patient lips and
exhausted countenance.
"She has worn out herself in nursing me," said her husband, in
answer to a remark on her appearance. He
looked at her tenderly, and with just a shade of anxiety in his face.
Was the truth not plain to him? Did
he not know that she had been wounded also?
That two balls had left the rifle when he was struck, one of them
reaching to his distant home.
"In three weeks I hope to be in the field again, face to face with
the enemy."
He spoke with the ardor of a strong desire, his eyes bright, and his face
in a glow—wounding, and the pain of wounding all forgotten.
But another's eyes became dim as his brightened—another's cheeks paled
as his grew warm. I saw the tears shining as Mrs. Harley answered in an
unsteady voice:
"I am neither brave enough or strong enough for a soldier's
wife."
She had meant to say more, as was plain from her manner, but she could
not trust herself.
"Oh, yes, you are; brave enough and strong enough," replied Mr.
Harley, with animation.
"Not every one could have moved so calmly amidst the dreadful scenes
of a camp hospital after a battle. I
watched you often, and felt proud of you."
"If she had not been wounded also"—my wife began; but Mr.
Harley interrupted her with the ejaculation:
"Wounded!" in a
tone of surprise.
"Yes, wounded," resumed my wife; "and, as now appears,
nearer to the seat of vitality than you were.
Did you know that before, Mr. Harley?"
My friend was perplexed for a while.
He could not get down at once to my wife's meaning.
"When you were struck she was struck also."
"Oh, yes!"
Light broke in upon Mr. Harley. He
turned quickly towards his wife, and saw in her face what had been unseen
before, the wasting and exhaustion that come only from deep-seated pain. He had thought that the paleness of her countenance, the
weakness that made her step slow and cautious, only the result of overtasked
muscles and nerves. But he knew
better now.
"I didn't think of that," he said, with visible anxiety, as he
gazed into his wife's countenance.
Our wounds, so ghastly to the eyes, often get no deeper than the flesh
and bone. The pain is short, and
nature comes quickly to the work of cure with all her healing energies. We suffer for a while, and then it is over.
We are strong and ready for the conflict again.
"But," said my wife, "Into the homes that stand far away
from battle-fields come swift winged messengers that kill and wound as surely as
iron ball. They strike mothers,
wives, sisters—some with death wounds, all with the anguish, with vital pain.
Alas! for these wounded!
The healing, if it follows, is never as the surgeons say, by first
intention, but always slow, and often through abscess and ulceration. The larger number never entirely recover.
They may linger for years, but do not lose the marks of suffering."
A long silence followed. There
were others present, who like Mr. Harley had never thought of this.
I noticed that for the hour we remained together he was tenderer toward
his wife, and more than once I saw him looking at her when she was not observing
him, with a troubled countenance. He
did not again speak of early period at which he expected to join his regiment.
On the day following another list of the killed and wounded was given to
the public. As I read over the
names and counted the numbers, my thought came back from the bloody field and
suffering hospital. "These are
not all," I said. "Alas
not all. The ball struck twice,
thrice—sometimes oftener. There
is pain, there is anguish, there is wounding, even unto death, in many, many
homes, within a thousand miles of that gory place.
Some are alone and neglected, dying on their battle-field, with none to
put even a cup of water to their lips—some are with loving friends who fail to
stop the flow of blood or bandage the shattered limb—some cover their wounds
hiding them from all eyes, and bear the pain in chosen solitude. The sum of all this agony—who can give it?
Our wounded! If you would
find them all, you must look beyond the hospitals.
They are not every one bearded and in male attire.
There sat beside you in the car, just now, a woman.
You scarcely noticed her. She
left at the corner below. There was
not much life in her face; her steps, as they rested on the pavement, were slow. She has been wounded and is dying. Did you notice Mrs. ________ in church last Sunday?
"Yes; and now I remember that she was pale, and had an altered
look." One of our wounded!
"Do you see a face at the window?"
In the marble front house?" "Yes.
It is sad enough; what in-looking eyes!"
Wounded! Ah, sir, they are
everywhere about us. Already from
over a hundred battle-fields and skirmishing grounds, have been such missives as
pain and death. They have
penetrated unguarded homes in the city, town and neighborhood of our once happy
and peaceful country, wounding the beloved ones left there in hoped-for
security. For such there is balm in
Gilead—God is their physician.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 11, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Little Devil; or, My Share;" song; dance; "Irish
Heiress"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 11, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
We learn that Mr. Kendrick, Secretary of the Gas Company, was arrested
night before last for holding a correspondence with Forrest.
We learn that one of his letters, giving information to the enemy, was
intercepted. It is a bad-looking
case.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 11, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Flag Presentation.
Miss Emma C. Loofborow, one of the glorious and fearless Union ladies of
Nashville, presented a beautiful National Flag to Captain Morton, at Edgefield,
on last Saturday. We are sure that
Captain Morton and his men will forever defend the banner presented to them by a
beautiful, accomplished, and lovely woman, in ever hour of trial, as a treasure
which cannot be lost without the foulest dishonor.
The following is the address delivered by Miss Loofborow, at the
presentation, in the presence of a large assembly.
Col. Moody: I present,
thorough you, to Captains Morton and Rodecker, from the loyal ladies of
Edgewood, this banner, this proud emblem of our glorious and honored country,
this sacred shrine of every patriot's hopes and prayers.
Have you ever seen it trampled in the dust—torn and violated by the
polluting touch of rebel hands! if
you have not, you can never know how well you love it.
I have seen this, and woman though I am, I almost scored the weak arm
that hung nerveless and the woman's soul that dared not resent this insult to
the holy memories that sanctify my country's flag; and in the language of the
Roman patriot, I inwardly exclaimed, "What, do I witness this, and still
live!" to your patriotism, to
your stronger arms and stouter hearts, I bequeath this hallowed banner.
You will place it over the fortifications that guard our newly erected
bridge, and when you first witness the unfurling of its graceful folds, resolve
in your hearts, nay, "Swear on your Swords," that you will die
sooner than surrender it to traitor hands.
And never again let the midnight incendiary fill our hearts with terror,
and awaken our eyes with the red glare of the flames that tell us it has again
fallen into the hands of the lawless foe.
I present you this flag from the residence of one of the most fearless
and patriotic ladies in our midst. It
was here, upon the first approach of our brave deliverers, the noble soldiers of
the Union, that the stars and stripes were first raised, and here, accompanied
by "the prayers of the faithful," I intrust [sic] it to your keeping.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 12, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
The Columbia Panic.
We are told that when a body of Federal troops entered Columbia on
Wednesday, there was a tremendous trepidative panic, terror and skedaddle among
the rebels. some ran away in their
drawers, some in their shirt and breeches, some bare-headed, and two or three
fellows, who had been blustering loudly and largely for the Southern
Butternuteracy, in puris naturabilus.
They fled through cabbage-patches, through cornfields, through
jimson-weed thickets, through dog-fennel meadows, and through brier-patches,
with streaming hair and dilated eyes, and gaping mouths, and panting breasts.
Good heavens! how the
blatant, white-livered, black-hearted tatterdemalions were horrified.
They ran like a puppy with a kettle on his tail, like a colt with a
thousand yellow jackets on his hide, like a cow with a million buffalo-gnats
buzzing around here, like a mouse pursued by a fierce tom-cat, like a miserable
drunkard chased by the devils, witches and serpents of a raging delirium
tremens. Rebel flags were hastily
jerked down from chimney-tops and committed to the flames, and general dismay
pervaded the entire rebel portion of the village.
Several persons who had taken the oath of allegiance to the Federal
Government, whilst General Negley was there, and after his [illegible] had
thrown off the mask and showed themselves bitter rebels, hid themselves in
sink-holes, in garrets, in straw-piles, and under beds.
Instead of enjoying a triumphant entry with the guerrillas into evacuated
Nashville, they were only doomed to behold the country swarming with Union
troops, while private news from Louisville warned them that "three hundred
thousand more" were marching down in Dixie, to punish false and treacherous
traitors like themselves.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 12, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Headquarters Provost Guard, }
Nashville, Tenn.,
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September 10, 1862. }
Hereafter any citizen found in the streets of Nashville between the hours
of 9 P.M. and reveille (daylight) without a written pass, will be arrested and
confined. Passes to be out after 9
o'clock P. M. will only be granted at the Headquarters of the Major-General
Commanding.
By command of
Major-General Thomas,
Alvan C.
Gillem,
Colonel 1st Tennessee Inf.,
Provost Marshal.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 12, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Summary: Theatre.
"The Follies of a Night;" dance; "2-4-5-0; or, The Lottery
Ticket"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 13, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Faint Heart Never Won Fair Lady;" song; dance; song;
"Captains Not a Miss"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 14, 1862, p. 1, c. 7
Life in Virginia.
A very intelligent correspondent of the Philadelphia Press, writing from the vicinity of McClellan's army, gives the following very interesting particulars of the people of that vicinity. Those who have ever been in the river counties of Virginia will recognize the picture as very nearly true. He says: . . .
Virginia Architecture.
There are but two styles of architecture in this portion of Virginia, and each style typifies its owner. There is no middle class here; every one is either very rich or very poor, and the two styles of building belong to these two classes. Search the rural parts of Eastern Virginia over, from Norfolk to Alexandria, and from the sea to the mountains, and every house can, without any difficulty, be marshaled in one of the other of these two classes. The rich man has his mansion, the poor man his log cabin. Every mansion is set on a hill, a hundred yards or so from a road; is surrounded by old oaks of the last century, and at a distance presents a view of great beauty, and betokens comfort and felicity. A nearer approach, however, exposes it to a more critical examination, shows an old house, two and a half stories high, built of frame, on a foundation of brick, with a basement story and a chiming [sic?]. A kitchen and eating-room, on each side of a stair-case hall, are in the basement. A parlor, hall and bedroom on the first floor, and two chambers, generally extending up into the half-story, are above. There is but little closet room, and as regards economy of space, all these houses are most illy constructed. A small portico, with steps leading down to a graveled walk, ornaments the front. Worm fences inclose [sic] all the Virginia fields, except where, in a few cases there are hedges. Uneven pale fences, and post and board ones, are the greatest attempts at ornamental fencing ever made around the mansion houses of Virginia. Stables are scarcely if ever seen; a log shed open on one side, and with chinks and crannies on the others, being the finest horse accommodations. The dearborn and rockaway wagons and light carriages of the North are never seen here. "Double Buggies" are the only carriages used for pleasure driving, and there are very few of them, as every one who rides rides on horse back.
The White Trash.
The log huts of the lower class, the castles of the "mean
whites," are so poor that I am afraid any description I may give, even the
most favorable one, will not be believed. These
huts are set about the country without any reference either to beauty or
convenience. They are built of
round hewn timber, jointed at the corners, with the chinks filled with mortar or
clay. Never more than one story
high, that one is so low that a tall man has to stoop on entering the
door.—Some logs thrown across above form the ceiling of the room and the floor
of the loft, and a ladder of the rudest description, leading through the hatch,
is the grand staircase. These huts
have usually but one room—a two roomed hut is a rarity.
Sometimes the ground is the floor, the poverty of the owner preventing
the purchase of floor boards, a large fireplace, built also of logs, and a log
chimney, finish the building; whilst a shed, sloping the rain off from the
dooryard only to run back again when it has fallen on the ground, is balcony,
portico and awning for the "poor man's" residence.—Poor and
restricted as these buildings may seem, yet they are homes for some one, and as
such are no doubt as much beloved as the greatest homes in the land.
Large families of children are often reared in them, and many a
distinguished Virginian first saw the light in one of these poor, miserable
houses.—But a short distance from where the 95th and 96th
Pennsylvania regiments are encamped is the site of a hut whose ruins even now
are sacred. Old Hanover county, in
Virginia, has always been proud of her Henrys—her Patrick Henry and her Henry
Clay. The one was born in that
miserable hut whose ruins stood hard by the camp; the other drew his first
breath at Ashland, but a few miles distant, where, five years ago, stood just
such a hut as I am now describing.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 14, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
Messrs. Kershaw & Colvin, the Philadelphia Dairymen have just sold
their patent Cow-milking machine to a Birmingham firm, for twenty-five thousand
dollars cash, with a handsome royalty on all future manufactures.
It is said they are now selling at the rate of fifty per day.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 14, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"A Husband at Sight;" dance; "The Rough Diamond"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 16, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
An Anglo-Saxon Slave.
In Camp near Stevenson, Ala.,
}
August 15, 1862.
Dear News:--Many incidents occur in the course of working out the new
movement for the Government—the working of contrabands—which are full of
interest.
Among those who have lately come within our lines to labor and for
protection was one who chanced to fall into the hands of Col. A. D. Straight, 21st,
Reg. Ind. Vol., by whom he was brought to our headquarters.
The alleged contraband stated that he was sixty-three years of age, and
claimed to be entirely white although from his earliest recollections
[scratch in film] a slave.
A careful examination of his person and especially his eyes, nose, lips,
hair and complexion, convinced the entire company of officers present that the
man was purely white, as pure Anglo-Saxon as ever lived.
His abiding impression is that he was the son of poor parents who died
when he was very young, and that he was turned in among the negroes and left to
grow up a slave.
He is brought to this conclusion by the fact that several cases of that
kind have dome to his knowledge.
His personal appearance is that of a man of much more than ordinary
natural ability, and he impresses one with the conviction that he is a faithful
and honest man. He is entirely
illiterate, cannot read a word, and says his name is "Sam."
We immediately named him Samuel Straight, put a purse into his hands
sufficient for his present wants, gave him a pass as for a white citizen, and
sent him in company with a young man going North to Gov. Morton at Indianapolis.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 16, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Vivandiere; or, The Daughter of the Regiment;" song;
dance; "The Young Widow"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 17, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Naval Engagements;" song; "Robert Macaire"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 17, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
21st Ohio Volunteers,
}
Nashville, Tennessee,
}
September 16, 1862.
}
Mr. Editor: In your Sunday
morning issue I see a statement of a skirmish at the Hermitage, on Saturday,
which is incorrect in the main.
The Federal troops referred to were part of companies A and H, 21st
Ohio Volunteers, numbering eighty-five men.
At Stone River Bridge we found five rebel pickets, one of which was taken
prisoner, the balance escaping, two of which we afterwards learned were wounded
by the fire of the attacking party. They
left their horses and equipments; also, part of their arms.
Advancing to Mr. Cockerell's plantation we found a rebel scout and a
private, which, together with their horses, equipments, and arms, we secured.
While loading the train, the advanced pickets encountered a small force,
killed one of wounded another, capturing one horse.
All belonged to Forrest's command except the private at Mr. Cockerell's,
who claimed that he belonged to the Texas Rangers.
We report one killed, three wounded, and three prisoners on the part of
the enemy.
We captured eight horses and equipments; also five carbines. Our forces met with no accident.
Respectfully,
J. S. Curry,
Lieutenant Co. H, 21st O. V.
Commanding Escort.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 18, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
From the
Louisville Journal.
Heroic Conduct of
Two Ladies.
The conduct of two young ladies of Danville on the occasion of the
arrival to our idea of Spartan courage. For
many months a beautiful specimen of the national flag has floated from the
residence of Mrs. Taylor, an estimable widow lady, and when the rebels took
possession of Danville it was but natural that they should seek to remove the
hated emblem. A squad of
half-a-dozen men was sent to Mrs. Taylor's residence to take possession of the
flag, but were confronted at the door of the residence by Miss Maria and Miss
Mattie Taylor, the two accomplished and charming daughters of the patriotic
widow, the young ladies announcing their determination to defend the cherished
banner. The chivalrous half-dozen
returned to their commander and reported that it would require a force equal to
a full company to capture the flag, and a company was accordingly despatched to
make the capture. Arriving in front
of Mrs. Taylor's residence, the commander of the company demanded the surrender
of the flag; but the two young ladies again made their appearance, bearing the
flag between them, each armed with a revolver.
In response to the demand of the flag, the ladies informed their
persecutors that they would never surrender it to rebels, and drawing their
pistols, vowed that they would shoot the first rebel that polluted the sacred
emblem with his foul touch. The
company of rebels retired, leaving the ladies in quiet possession of their flag,
which they yet retain.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 18, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Invisible Husband;" song; "Soldier's Return"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 21, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Guerilla Squads.
Capt. Dick McCann is at Nolensville, some sixteen miles from here, as we
learn of good authority, with some hundred boys, and worthless vagabonds under
him, where he is carrying things with a high hand, writing passes, administering
oaths, etc.
We have good authority for stating also that Frank McNairy, of
"Bloodhound" notoriety, was at the head of a band which destroyed
eleven of our forage wagons, and captured some forty cavalry yesterday, some ten
miles out on the Franklin road, at a villainous lowflung little settlement,
known by the soldiers as Secesh-town. He
prowls around there, and when a chance offers he sends his runners out through
the neighborhood and the citizens gather in.
When they are done, they disperse, and are probably in Nashville the next
day swearing before God that they have never borne arms, nor taken part in the
war, and are ready to take the oath of allegiance. It
would be well to send out a force and destroy that hole of vipers, thoroughly.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 23, 1862, p. 1, c. 7
How Shall Ladies Ride?
In view of the increase of equestrian exercise among our ladies this
becomes an important question. Dr.
James C. Jackson, in his recent work on Consumption, contends that there are
insuperable objections to the usual style of side-saddle riding.
The position enforced by it, he argues, is injurious to the system,
having a tendency to produce crooked spines, irritation of the spine, congestion
of the lungs, and of the liver and kidneys.
This is a formidable list of diseases, but it by no means, according to
Dr. Johnson [scratch in film] the evils consequent on the usual style of riding.
Truth to say, a lady's position on horseback can not be called a natural
one—but what would you have? You
wouldn't have a woman ride astride, would you?
"Yes, I would," says the Doctor, and then goes on to show, by
actual instances, that ladies [scratch in film] to ride at all in the present
manner, owing to its hurting them so much, have become strong and well by riding
as men ride. Mexican women ride
astride, and the Doctor recommends that we adopt their "barbarism" in
this respect. It only requires a
pair of pantaloons, which, after all, many of the ladies have no insuperable
objection to putting on! The Doctor
confidently reckons on the coming of the time when men will see "what an
outrageous abomination the present style of riding for women is, and it will
pass into desuetude, and be reckoned among the follies of a previous day."
So you see what you are coming to, ladies!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 23, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Correction.
In our issue of Sunday, we stated that the little village on the Franklin
road, near which one of our foraging trains was captured the other day, was a
secession settlement. It appears
that we were entirely misinformed on this very important point, the people of
the town being loyal law abiding citizens.
It has been made a rendezvous by a gang of guerillas, who have most
unfortunately fastened some of their reputation upon its citizens.
We are assured that the citizens of the village are steadfast supporters
of the Government, and ought not to be held responsible for the deeds of a gang
whose rascality they are powerless to control.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 24, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
From Huntsville.
Thirty-two Federal soldiers who were left in the hospital at Huntsville
when our troops evacuated that place, arrived here on Friday, having left
Huntsville on the 18th inst. They
state that they were treated with much kindness, and were well fed, abundant
supplies having been left for them by our commissary.
There were no rebel forces in Huntsville, save a few straggling cavalry,
nor did they hear of any army advancing. A
citizen of that place sent $50 to Tuscaloosa to buy a sack of salt but could not
get it. At a settlement across the
river from Huntsville salt was sold in pound papers at one dollar a pound.
Common domestics sell at fifty and seventy-five cents per yard.
Bacon is selling at twenty-five cents per pound.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 24, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Our Baltimore Exchanges says that the secesh ladies wear two white and
one red rose in their bonnets as emblems of the rebellion.
We think the emblems are misinterpreted and that they are symbolic of
peace instead of war. When the
houses of York and Lancaster in England made peace, after a long and bloody
civil war which sent "a thousand souls to death and deadly night" the Red
and White Rose which were the emblems of the respective houses were said
to have married, and we take it that the Baltimore ladies, by uniting the two
roses, only wish to express their ardent desire for peace and a marriage between
the South and the North. We say,
Amen! to the prayer, and like Sir Hugh Evans are ready to "dance and eat
plums at the wedding."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, September 27, 1862, p. 1, c. 7
The Doll's Mission.—The doll is one of the most imperious necessities,
and at the same time one of the most charming instincts of female childhood.
To care for, to clothe, to adorn, to dress, to undress, to dress over
again, to teach, to scold a little, to rock the cradle, to put to sleep, imagine
that something is somebody—all the future of woman is there.
Even when musing and prattling, when making little wardrobes and little
baby clothes, while sewing little dresses, little boddices [sic], and little
jackets, the child becomes a little girl, the little girl becomes a great girl,
the great girl becomes a woman. The
first baby takes the place of the last doll.—Victor Hugo.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 1, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
From Charleston.
We had a conversation yesterday with an intelligent young gentleman who
left Charleston, S. C., on Saturday week. He
was a mechanic in that accursed and infamous city, and was imprisoned for six
months in the jail for expressing Union sentiments.
He says that great destitution and gloom prevail in Charleston, business
of all kinds is dead, supplies of provisions are very scant, and clothing more
so. On the principal mercantile
street there are but two stores open. He
had on a plain cloth coat for which he paid thirty dollars just before he
left, and his entire suit which he had just purchased, cost him one hundred
and forty-one dollars. It could
be bought here in ordinary times for about thirty dollars.
The laboring classes suffer the most pinching poverty.
Many of them who formerly lived comfortably on their wages, subsisting
now on grudgingly bestowed charity. Much
uneasiness is felt about the slaves; Gov. Aikens' slaves, five hundred in
number, have all escaped except some fifty, and sixteen of them were shot by the
Provost Marshal, for being suspected of a conspiracy.
Several families once wealthy, are utterly ruined and broken up.
South Carolina troops have suffered severely in the battles in Virginia
and armless, legless and otherwise maimed soldiers are met with everywhere.
Tea sells at eight dollars per pound, flour at forty-two
dollars per barrel. The
coarsest prints at one dollar per yard, and other things in proportion.
Several highly respectable and very accomplished Northern ladies, who had
been engaged in the city as teachers, were confined in jail in the same cells
with common prostitutes, and insulted in every possible way.
The women of Charleston extended them no sympathy, except the Sisters of
Mercy. Just before he left the
blockading squadron commenced amusing themselves by throwing a few shells on
Fort Sumter, and shattering the walls a little.
They were only practicing their guns, and expected to begin in good
earnest shortly, when we trust that the city will be wiped, like Sodom and
Gomorrah, from the face of the earth. Our
informant saw no troops save a few bands of guerrillas on his whole route.
He says that the most bitter hatred is felt by the South Carolinians for
the Tennessee troops. We confess
that is a compliment to be proud of.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 1, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Rebel Forces.
We mentioned a rumor, in yesterday's issue, that there was a force of
some three thousand rebel infantry at Murfreesboro, supposed to be under the
command of General S. R. Anderson. Yesterday
evening we saw a gentleman who had passed through there the evening previous,
from Chattanooga, and he assures us that he neither saw nor heard of any troops
at either Murfreesboro or Chattanooga, except a few straggling guerrillas.
His statement is also confirmed by a lady who left Murfreesboro on
Sunday. All these tales of rebel
armies in this vicinity are of the cock-and-bull kind, and are mere inventions
of the rebels. The whole rebel
force in this region at present consists of a few contemptible guerrillas, and
we marvel that these nuisances are not promptly destroyed.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 2, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
What a Woman's Temper Did.
Poets have tuned their lyres a thousand times to sing the praise of
lovely woman, and gentle woman, and all kinds of woman, except the bad tempered
species. Southern bards have
portrayed in rainbow colors the noble qualities of mind and heart that go to
make up the "secesh" woman. A
near approach to the ideal female of Dixie is the wife of a wealthy farmer named
Morris, living in the Kanawha Valley, about twelve miles this side of
Charleston. If she has one peculiar
trait of character more noticeable than other, it is hatred of Yankees and
Yankee soldiers. Toward the
chivalry, she is "generous to a fault," ever ready to entertain and
comfort them whenever they honor her with a visit.
A couple of weeks since, Col. Paxton in command of the Second Virginia
Cavalry, while returning from an encounter with Jenkins, at Barbourseville, Va.,
heard that a number of guerrillas belonging to Herridon's band had been
accommodated with lodging and breakfast at Morris' house.
The Colonel rode up and questioned Mr. Morris on the subject.
The wary farmer stoutly denied the assertion that the rebels had been at
his house, at the same time asseverating his devotion to the Union, and his love
for its defenders. At this point,
Mrs. M. came running out, in a state of excitement that made her oblivious of
the fact that she was attired in her nocturnal habiliments, and said to col.
Paxton:--It ain't no such thing. We
had fifty Southern men here last night, and we treated them as well as we knew
how, too. We'll do it
again—that's more. We ain't
Yankees; we're Southerners—thank God for it."
The husband tried in vain to restrain his better half, but to no purpose. She was about to turn on him with her perpetual motion
tongue, when the Colonel brought her a little to her senses by telling a number
of his men to burn the house to the ground, at the same time advising Mrs. M. to
remove all her valuables from the impending conflagration.
The lady's temper again came to the rescue.
She said she would not touch a single thing in the house; that the
infernal Yankees might burn her and her house too, if they wished.
The domicile was fired. But
the better judgment of the husband did what the bad temper of the wife refused
to do. He removed all the furniture
in time to save it from the flames. Mr.
Morris was heard to say, a few days ago, alluding to this circumstance, "My
wife's tongue burned my house, and will yet be the death of
me."—Cincinnati Commercial.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 3, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Brutal
Outrage—Three Union Ladies
Violated by the
Guerrillas.
We were informed yesterday, on unimpeachable authority, of one of the
most horrible and revolting crimes ever perpetrated on the soil of Tennessee.
A party of guerrillas, five in number, belonging to Dick McCann's
command, it is said, went on last Tuesday night, to the house of a highly
respectable citizen about eight miles from the city, on the Nubbin Ridge road,
and violated the persons of his wife and daughter in the most brutal manner.
The ruffians, whose lust and revenge were still unsatiated, leaving this
scene of horror went to the house of a highly estimable widow in the vicinity
and treated her in the same fiendish manner.
These families are both represented in Colonel Stokes' cavalry, and the
rebels unable to revenge themselves on the men, slaked it to the uttermost on
the persons of helpless females, their wives and daughters.
The atrocious crime was committed almost in sight of the Capitol.
A few weeks ago we recorded a similar outrage committed by the
guerrillas, on the person of a respectable young woman, the daughter of an aged
and loyal citizen, and again our pages are blackened by the record of rebel
shame. The heart sickens at the
recital of such acts which disgrace humanity itself, and the cheek of the
stoutest turns pale at the thought that the unchained passions of men, revealing
in the breaking up of law and order consequent on this damnable rebellion, may
soon make the chastity of women as little regarded as the lives of their
husbands, brothers and sons are. These
deeds are but the vanguard of a train of sins as black as those of the pit,
which will certainly invade us and make Tennessee the most wretched of all
countries, unless our armies sweep their authors from existence.
We must not slumber nor be idle moment when lawless men are so insolent
and defiant. The only way to
restore security and re-establish the wholesome restraints of the law over the
lawless, is to crush out the rebellion, which is the parent and nurse of all
that is villainous and infamous. Let
every father, every mother, every man and woman who have the welfare of their
kind and country at heart unite at once earnestly in the work of destroying that
treason, whose overshadowing wing affords a shelter for every phase of human
villainy.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 3, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
From the New York
Times of the 23d.
Condition of the
Rebel Army.
Not one man in a thousand can report correctly facts observed by him.
Any one familiar with the giving of testimony in courts, or with the
reports of scientific phenomena by inexperienced persons, will readily agree to
this statement. Very few men,
indeed, when they observe facts, see the important ones, or remember them when
they do see them. We presume the
whole public like ourselves, has felt this difficulty in the reports with regard
to the condition and numbers of the rebel army.
The accounts seemed so often purely "sensation descriptions,"
and to be made by people of so little habit of observation, or under such
excitement of feeling, that we have come to put very little confidence in them.
We have just had an opportunity of conversing with one of our surgeons
who was captured at Harper's Ferry—a gentleman of scientific habit of mind and
close observation. He had the
opportunity which, till then, had scarcely been enjoyed by any loyalist, of
seeing nearly the whole rebel army march by, as they were crossing the Potomac.
There were two corps de'armee—that of Longstreet and Stonewall
Jackson. They marched in two solid
columns over the bridges, and were about fifteen hours in passing.
This gentleman counted the numbers in a given time, and then made a rough
estimate of the whole force—his reckoning would show those corps alone
numbering close upon 60,000.
He had heard the usual accounts of the costume, appearance and condition
of the rebel army, and like most of us, supposed them exaggerations.
But he now says that no descriptions he has seen approach the truth.
There never was beheld such a gang of ragged, rowdy looking men. It was like an army of rag-pickers. There was no uniform or attempt at uniform.
Officers and men were equally dirty and dingy.
The hats were commonly old "Wide-Awakes," stained by a long
campaign, often with the tops gone, and the hair streaming out.
The trowsers were of all colors, and generally in tatters up to the
knees. The coats, if they had any,
were dirty and ragged, and often well greased by the piece of bacon which each
man carried on his bayonet. The
shirts were black with long use. One
officer told our informant that he had not been able to change his shirt for six
weeks. Their blankets were of all
colors and materials—often bits of carpeting and old bed-comforts.
Nearly one-half of the men were barefooted.
They carried their crackers and bullets and caps all together in their
pockets. Both officers and men were excessively lousy, and the stench
from the passing columns was almost unbearable.
As they marched by, our men were surprised at first at the great number
of their officers, riding in the lines, and then at the small numbers gathered
around the flags. Their first
theory was that these were sections of regiments, each with a separate flag.
But they soon discovered that they were bona fide regiments,
numbering from 150 to 300 men, with their own banners and mounted officers.
Many of these regiments, they were informed, had numbered 1,000 to 1,100
men. Their method of treating their
sick and wounded would account for much of this diminution. After each regiment, followed some half dozen men with
stretchers, and whenever a man fell out of the ranks from sickness, he was taken
at once to the nearest house and left there to the mercies of the country
people. So with those wounded or
operated on in battle. They were
never carried with the army. The
men were by no means in good spirits. They
told our informant that they had been constantly walking since the battles
before Richmond, and with very little to eat.
They reproached Jackson with working them too hard.
There was no enthusiasm shown by any of them, and the North Carolinians
and the Irish were particularly luke-warm.
The Virginians alone expressed some bitterness, on account of the ravages
which their State had suffered. They
evidently felt the deepest disappointment at their reception in Maryland.
With regard to the future prospects of the war, their great hope and
sustaining assurance was that the two new levies, by volunteering and drafting,
could not possibly be raised at the North.
We had come, they believed, to the end of our power.
The whole rebel army had, to the eyes of this medical gentleman and his
associates, a worn-out, exhausted look. The
physique was inferior to that of our men, and they evidently suffered
from want of food and overwork. Even
the horses looked wretchedly.
With such testimony as this, from persons accustomed to judge especially
of the physical condition of men, what may not be believed of the present
condition of the rebel army?
Men can fight on empty stomachs and endure long and harassing marches,
where victory and plunder reward them. But
now to retrace their weary steps over a desolated country, under the
consciousness of defeat and disaster, and with an active enemy behind them, must
have a most discouraging effect upon them.
They want rest and food. This
is precisely what we should not allow them.
Energy now on our part is worth all to us.
An incessant, vigorous attack from our forces might go far to break up
and utterly demoralize the rebel army. Hesitation
now, slow movements, any Corinth or Richmond operations with spade and pick-axe,
will surely give the enemy time to recuperate, and destroy all the advantages of
this successful campaign.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 3, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Battle-Field
Items.
From the
correspondence of the New York Tribune
from the
Battlefield.
. . . Nearly all the inhabitants of Sharpsburg have
returned to their dwellings. The
work of removing dead horses from the streets and repairing the damages to the
buildings has commenced. Two
churches were nearly destroyed and will have to be rebuilt.
Fortunately, the mansions of the rich Rebels suffered the most severely.
The dwelling of a Mr. Grover, a notorious Secessionist, was almost
destroyed. A shell from one of our
guns passed directly through his portals, hanging upon the wall in his parlor,
and tore out his nose, his eyes and his mouth—nothing but his bald head, neck
and shoulders remains within the frame. During
the cannonade the women and children were huddled together for three days in the
cellars; one cellar under a large stone mansion contained more than sixty.
They entertained themselves with prayer and psalm singing, and cursing
the Rebels or the Yankees, as their sympathies leaned with one or the other
belligerent.
One can imagine how furious the cannonade must have been, from the fact
that but five dwellings in a village containing 1,500 inhabitants escaped
uninjured.
About one hundred rebels were killed and wounded in the streets, and
about as many horses belonging to citizens and Rebels.
Several barns, containing the cows of the citizens, locked up for safety,
were set on fire by exploding shells and consumed.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 4, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
A Noble Contribution.
The citizens of San Francisco have sent $100,000 for the relief of the
sick and wounded in the Federal army. Contrary
to the lying predictions of the rebels, California, on the far verge of the
Pacific, is thoroughly, immovably, heartily, enthusiastically loyal.
Her soul, like her soil, is rich in virgin gold.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 4, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
The terrible outrage committed by five rebel soldiers on three highly
respected Union ladies in this vicinity was in fact a more aggravated case than
we reported it. One of the
sufferers is a girl not fifteen years of age.
We hope the monsters who have thus disgraced their kind will be caught
and hung without mercy.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 4, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
"Hard scrabble," is a nick-name often applied to one horse
towns remarkable for their poverty, but hereafter all such terms will go by the
more significant name of "Dixie."
That word expresses the idea of starvation more vividly than any other in
the English language.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 5, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Market for the Poor.
For several weeks troops of Confederate brigands have been infesting all
the roads leading into the city, and have, to the utmost of their power
prevented market-people from bringing supplies to our citizens.
We learn that within a few miles of town notices are posted up by the
Captains of these troops of scoundrels, warning the country people that if they
are caught bringing marketing to this place, they shall forfeit their loads,
their wagons and their teams. In
the face of these difficulties few market people now venture in, and then only
by stealth, and consequently our supplies of vegetables are almost entirely cut
off. Butter sells at 75 cts. and
$1.00; Irish potatoes, 70 cents a peck and the very few other articles offered
for wale at corresponding prices. Fowls,
apples, eggs, etc., can rarely be obtained at any price.
As supplies are so difficult to obtain, it is very natural for those who
have means to buy much larger quantities of any article than they would do was
it more abundant, and thus it becomes almost impossible for the poor to buy
anything, as they are not only without the means to buy much, but are crowded
out of the market by a few monopolizers. To
illustrate, if butter were abundant, a housekeeper might prefer to purchase but
two or three pounds at once, but if it makes its appearance but once a week he
will, if he has the means, buy up three or four times that quantity, and thus
the poor are virtually excluded from the market.
Cannot the Governor or the Military authorities give some protection to
persons who will supply our market? why
for instance, cannot worthy persons be allowed to go out with the forage trains,
under the protection of our soldiers, for supplies?
The only privilege granted to these traders would be the privilege of
buying on fair terms—free the farmers who are not allowed to come to market.
In this way the greatest abundance of supplies of all kinds could be
brought in. It is easy to see how
this scheme, which is perfectly simple, reasonable, and practicable, might be
enlarged, so as to make it embrace a free market for the poor; a step
which we think would be much more beneficial and certainly far cheaper than the
donation of money. We are convinced that with a free market, our authorities can
do more to assist the poor with one dollar, than they can do by the donation in
money of three or four times that amount. We
earnestly urge the suggestion for the consideration of our authorities; with
this additional one, that none of the benefits enumerated shall be extended
to the disloyal.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 7, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Wonderful.—The New York Evening Post tells a large story of the freaks
of lightning in France. A young
girl was struck by lightning and changed to a boy.
The very thing wanted in this vicinity.
Our women are anxious to enlist, but under existing circumstances the
Government will not receive them. Pass
that lightning round, and let's have the objection removed.—Springfield (Ill.)
Herald.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 7, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Rebels at Lavergne.
We are informed that there are about seven hundred guerrillas at Lavergne,
badly armed and worse dressed, whose chief business is to forage and drive off
cattle. May be it would not be
amiss to give these excellent gentlemen, and defenders of the South, some other
employment.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 8, 1862, p. 1, c. 4-5
Fashion in New York.
The following from a New York journal is in strange contrast with the scenes around us. Here destitution and suffering put on their sober sackcloth; there gayety and luxury revel as in former times, and the current of daily pleasure seems scarcely rippled by the existence of war. Such is the contrast between rebellion and loyalty. Our lady readers will be glad to find relief from the dreadful monotony of war, by glancing over an article on topic, which once afforded them so much delight:
Fall Fashions.
After a visit, yesterday, to some of the most approved establishments of
fashion we are prepared to vouch for the beauty and elaborate finish of the new
styles. At Madame Demorest's, No.
473 Broadway, French designs display the greatest profusion and variety of
ornament; in fact, in this direction, ingenuity seems to have exhausted itself.
Plainliness and simplicity are words which for the present have been
dropped out of the fashionable vocabulary.
Tissues of silk and wool are not only manufactured in rich and elegant
designs and varied colors, but are further adorned with narrow quillings, with
decorations in braided work, with magnificent laces, gimps and buttons of the
most costly and exquisite workmanship. This
is true not of dress alone, but of cloaks, mantles and all the varieties of
outer garments; the difference existing principally in the thicker textures and
graver, darker shades of color, which are chosen for his purpose.
In the shape of cloaks there is a general tendency towards the revival of
old styles. The sack is still in
favor, but is worn, considerably deeper and generally closed entirely up the
front, instead of being turned back en revers.
A deep old fashioned talma is also coming into vogue, and forms part of a
very convenient and appropriate suit in cloth and cashmere for fall or winter
wear. They are also made in velvet,
richly braided or embroidered, and are then lined with colored quilted silk and
finished with beautiful flounces of wrought guipure lace.
For street wear, a gray or brown cashmere suit is very handsome, trimmed
upon the skirt with talma with five graduated rows of black velvet, the lower
one an inch and a half in depth, the upper one not more than half an inch.
Cloaks generally will obtain a medium depth, less would not suffice for
purpose of warmth and comfort, and more would destroy the effect of the
trimming, which in some form or other is now, universally placed upon the bottom
of the skirt.—Sleeves are used mainly for sacks and basquines, or long coats,
which are still worn to some extent. In
the former there is no change, they are simply loose, and turned up with a deep
cuff, the latter are very deep and often square and open nearly to the shoulder.
This style is only suitable, however, when the garment is very elaborate,
of velvet for instance, lined and trimmed with lace barbes, or of braided cloth,
with gimp, or crochet ornaments.
Cloaks full upon the back are fitted into a pointed yoke, partly
concealed by barbes of lace, which descend into points and are fastened with
straight jet clasps. The sides form
an imitation of a very graceful sleeve, with the advantage of not crushing the
cress, or under sleeve.
Dress materials of heavy texture, such as alpacas, poplins and thick
mohair are mostly used. The colors
most in favor are greys, drab, and light brown.
For evening dresses light shades of silk prevail.
Bonnets are only made in two colors, but often in two materials. The most elegant combination is velvet and satin.
A dark grey velvet front, for example, has a puffed crown of grosselle
satin, surmounted with a fan and barbes of black Chantilly lace, which extend to
the tip ornaments, black cock's feather, tipped with goiselle black strings,
edged with groiselle. [note: three
different spellings]
At Mrs. Simmons, No. 637 Broadway, the eye is quite dazzled by the
attractions presented. Here we saw
bonnets composed of velvets in all the new and novel shades of color, rich in
material, elaborate and chaste in design; silk of widely varied hues, shirred,
plain, and combined with velvet of the same or contrasting shades; French grey,
black, white, and a great variety of mosaic straws.
The chief attraction, however, of
Mrs. Simmons's establishment is it admirable selection of imported French
bonnets, which, through the courtesy of Mrs. S., we had an opportunity to
examine in advance of the general public. We
will endeavor to describe some of the most beautiful.
One is composed of chenena de la reine velvet, one side perfectly plain,
the other laid in rich folds, caught in the center with a bunch of rich ostrich
plumes of the same color, white blonde, falling over the front and extending
round the cape. Inside is a velvet bandeau and cluster of drooping scarlet
berries and velvet leaves, white blonde tabs, and white strings.
No. 2 is of black velvet, made plain and trimmed with folds of Havane
velvet extending from the front to the cape, finishing with an end fastened with
a velvet clasp, an elegant bird of paradise gracefully laid on the front; the
inside is composed of a pretty bow of Havane velvet and cluster of blue velvet
flowers, with black and white blonde, white blonde tabs, and black strings.
Another is of blue d'elle velvet, made plain, partial thin front, trimmed
with puffs of solded [?] velvet, each fold caught with a jet pin, the folds
surrounded with white blonde, a bunch of white ostrich feathers on the left
side, drooping over the face, and forming part of the inside trimming; the cape
is of lace and velvet; inside is a bunch of leaves, with black and white blonde,
and white strings. In the dress
making department of the establishment, conducted by Miss Simmons, we also saw
many novelties—walking dresses of rich, heavy material, very neat and stylish,
with a vast variety of evening dresses, trimmings consisting of flouncings,
ruchings, and other styles.
At Taylor's, 407 Broadway, we saw among the varied over garments for the
opening season, a large Spanish sack, cut bias, with seam in the back and
slightly curved. The front is
trimmed with bias pieces, scalloped, edged with guipure lace; half-flowing
sleeves trimmed same as the front, a small double cape with the same trimming.
Another novelty at the same establishment is the Malvenia cloak, made of
velvet and edged with quilling of black silk, handsomely braided, the shoulders
ornamented with tassels.
The Victoria mantle is cut with large box plaits on each shoulder, and
one behind. It is trimmed with a
deep ruffle around the bottom, to be box plaited.—The front is trimmed with
French gimp, ornamented on the shoulders.
The various styles of dresses are emphatically legion.
A pretty dinner dress is made of tray silk, trimmed at the bottom of the
skirt, with a deep flounce of chantilly lace, surmounted by a double flounce of
silk, plaited in the middle and bordered at the top and bottom by narrow black
lace. The body of this dress is cut
with a point in front, where it was partly opened and trimmed with a lappel of
black silk, ornamented with fine white braid, edged with a narrow lace; the
sleeves cut with an elbow and open at the bottom, each corner being turned back
and ornamented with white braid.
Another is a silk dress made of English green, a tint in high favor.
At the bottom are nine narrow flounces, placed at intervals, in series of
three each. These flounces are an
inch and a half deep, but very full; they have just over the hem a small fretted
ornament in braid, of a darker green. In
the interval of the series, and above the top one, is also a fretted ornament,
but deeper than those on the flounces. The
body is high behind, and cut away in a heart shape in front, a fretted ornament
running all round the top.
A Figaro Corsage, of Solferino Cashmere, embroidered with gold colored
silk and lined with white silk. Pointed
sleeves in the style of the middle ages, embroidered and lined to match the
body. This garment may be worn with
a complete dress, or merely with a foulard or plain silk.
Accompanied by a loose cambric chemisette, it makes a very pretty dress.
It should have a silk scarf, as a sash.
From a visit at A. M. Stewart's, 603 Broadway, we learn that the bonnets
of the coming season are to be much smaller than the last season, the shape
being close fitting to the face, but high at the top.
A most chaste and truly beautiful style, adapted to please a refined and
elegant taste.
The exquisite artistic display in the arrangement of bonnets in the
cases, at Stewart's, attracted our attention.
One bonnet of black lace round the front with an elegant coiffure falling
over a soft crown of silk, trimmed with black ostrich tips, intermingled with
maize, falling over the shoulder, affording a most recherche appearance.
The inside trimming is formed of green velvet leaves, trimmed with black
and white narrow lace, with a cluster of elegant vesuve roses—a color which
renders every bonnet becoming.
Another very elegant bonnet is of masyland [?] Lyons velvet, the front
being of velvet and crown of rich white silk, a coiffure of elegant white lace
falling over the rich velvet cape which has a charming effect, a white ostrich
feather, caught at the side, giving a coquetish look, sweeps across the bonnet,
falling on the shoulder. Another
very chaste mode composed of emerald green and white feathers, mixed with rich
white blonde for the coming winter. There
is also a wide assortment of uncut velvet bonnets, beautifully trimmed.
The straw bonnets we saw were very pretty, one in particular, of silk
velvet, and lace cape, with a cluster of ostrich feathers which had the
appearance of having fallen there, and resembled a bird's nest, an idea both odd
and effective.
The prevailing and most distingue colors are the emerald green, Masy-land
vesuve and Havane. In the same
establishment, we also saw hats of felt and beaver, which we venture to predict
will be popular for young ladies to wear, for walking or riding; one black
beaver hat, with long white ostrich feather intermingled with black, had a very
charming effect; also one felt hat, with a cluster of elegant ostrich feather,
placed in front, had a very enticing appearance, tinseled, as it were, with snow
flakes, charming and coquettish for young ladies.
Upon the whole everything we saw at Stewart's gave decided evidence of
artistic taste.
Altogether the Fashion season for the fall of 1862 opens with
undiminished energy and promises to be as successful in all respects as any of
its predecessors. The war has not
affected the luxury and taste of this metropolis and the enterprise of our
merchants affords an almost unbounded field from which to select.
Such, indeed, is the beauty and variety of the articles offered, that we
shall not be surprised if our fair readers find a choice a difficult as well as
a delicate undertaking.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 8, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
A merchant at Independence Hill fourteen miles from Murfreesboro', was
robbed recently of $1,400 worth of goods and $4,000 in money by the guerrillas.
His store was completely stripped. And
these are the soldiers who protect our rights!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 8, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Another Glorious
Victory over the Rebels!
General Anderson's
Camp at Lavergne Broken up and Routed!
Rebel
Loss—Thirty Killed and Eighty wounded.
Three Hundred
Prisoners Taken!
The Enemy's Entire
Camp: Equipage, Stores, Arms and
Ammunition
Captured and Brought to this City.
Our arms at this point have been crowned with another brilliant success
over the foes of our peace and happiness. The
rebel camp, under Gen. Anderson at Lavergne, fifteen miles from this place, of
which so much has been said for the last week, and which the secessionists
firmly believed would in a few days drive the army from this city, has been
utterly scattered and annihilated by our industrious, fearless and resolute
officers and soldiers, whose skill and valor are worthy of the loftiest praise.
For days past we could hear of nothing but Lavergne, Lavergne—Lavergne
and Anderson and fifty pieces of cannon, and ten thousand rebels, with any
number of reinforcements from divers places.
It was the current talk of the rebels.
General Negley, finally, concluded that this scare-crow had been
flourished before us quite long enough, and determined to give it a quietus,
similar to that administered to Col. Bennett's camp near Goodlettsville.
Officers and privates alike were eager for the conflict, and never did
troops more heartily second the plans of their commander.
It was resolved to place Lavergne and its accompaniments among the things
that were, and due preparations were made.
The following were the orders from Headquarters:
Headquarters U. S. Forces,
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Nashville, Tenn., Oct. 6, 1862.}
General Palmer:
The troops under your immediate charge, consisting of
1st Regiment Infantry,
2 Sections Artillery,
Col. Stokes's Cavalry,
Col. Synkoop's Cavalry,
Should march so as to arrive at Lavergne at 4 o'clock A.M.
Dispose the cavalry in two (2) battalions—advance and rear—artillery
supported by the infantry. From
this disposition you can use your judgments in deploying right and left to
surround the enemy, and give play to your artillery, which, if opportunity
offers, use with best effect. The
enemy's forces being poorly organized, armed, and drilled, they may easily be
startled into a sudden panic, affording an opportunity and stimulating our
cavalry (who are also inexperienced) in making a charge.
Guard well against your force being scattered, inviting a stand from the
enemy, who may possibly be in greater force than expected.
When your eye covers the ground, occupied by the enemy, seek if possible
to check his retreat east and west, expecting to be aided by colonel Miller on
the south.
The enemy have camps at Green Hill, Murfreesboro, Nolensville, the troops
from which may present themselves on your flanks.
There is a train regular from Murfreesboro; secure it if possible.
Should any event prevent your moving to-morrow, inform me by couriers.
Encamp, however, as near to Nashville as possible.
Secure all the live stock and bacon possible, without particular
reference to the kind.
In returning, guard carefully against an ambuscade, or a dash on your
train.
I refer you to Colonel Miller's instructions for a perfect understanding
of each other's momements [sic].
Jas. S. Negley,
Brigadier-General Commanding.
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Headquarters, U. S. Forces,
}
Nashville, Tenn., Oct. 6, 1861. }
Colonel Miller:
Sir: Your command, four (4)
regiments of infantry, will march promptly at 9 P.M., to arrive before Lavergne
at 4 A.M.
Keep to the left of the railroad, marching with the most perfect secrecy;
unfixed bayonets.
Your object is to surprise the enemy, encamped near Lavergne,
co-operating with forces under General Palmer, via Murfreesboro road, who should
arrive at Lavergne simultaneous with yourself.
Bear in mind that the enemy have camps at Nolensville, Murfreesboro, and
Green Hill, troops from which may dash into your lines.
Move cautiously but fearlessly. Strike
with determination and judgment.
Upon returning, it will be well to send two regiments so as to strike the
Nolensville pike (10 miles south of Nashville,) to cover the safe return of a
large forage train out on that road. Bring
all the cattle, hogs and sheep to be found.
Jas. S. Negley,
Brigadier-General Commanding.
According to these instructions the whole command started, consisting of
the 21st Illinois, Lieut. Col. Miles; first section of the 1st
Kentucky Battery, Lieut. Nell; part of the 7th Pennsylvania Cavalry,
Capt. May; two sections of Capt. Hotaling's celebrated Illinois Battery; and
Col. Stokes' 1st Middle Tennessee Cavalry.
General Palmer's force keeping straight out on the Murfreesboro road,
while Miller's command, strictly in conformity to orders, took a different
direction. Gen. Palmer arrived at
Lavergne about half-past three A.M., having been frequently fired upon by
guerrillas and pickets during the whole route between our videttes and Lavergne.
Miller shared the same fate, but as he would naturally go slower than a
force containing cavalry, he did not arrive in front of the enemy until the
battle had began, which commenced at precisely daylight.
Before the encounter, General Palmer took prisoners the men on picket
duty at Lavergne, and sent them to this city, where they arrived at eight A.M.,
yesterday.
The enemy, under command of Gen. S. R. Anderson, opened fire upon Gen.
Palmer, and attempted to flank him by throwing the 32d Alabama on his right.
The enemy, although they had but one gun, opened upon us, but,
unfortunately for them, Hotaling's battery was but a short distance off, and
returned the fire from two sections. The
second shot from our artillery went directly through the enemy's powder
magazine, which immediately blew up, causing the complete destruction of the
whole work and everything within a respectable circumference around it.
About this time the Alabama regiment above referred to made hostile
demonstrations upon Palmer's flank, but to the surprise of friend and foe,
Colonel Miller's whole force, consisting of the 18th Ohio, Lieut.
Col. Given; 20th Ohio, Lieut.-Col. Nibbling; 78th
Pennsylvania, Col. Serwill; 14th Michigan, Col. St. Clair, arrived, via
a cornfield, and rattled away, throwing his force completely the front, and on
the Murfreesboro road on the right.
The 78th Penn. halted nearly in front of the retreating enemy,
and when he attempted to pass the line to our left, Col. Serwill threw his
regiment rapidly by the left flank and completely in front of the enemy.
During all this time the artillery was playing upon them with telling
effect.
The cavalry dashed with great force against the line of the 78th,
but was met by a succession of volleys of musketry.
The 32d Alabama quickly threw down their arms, and the cavalry elevated a
white flag, but the Captain of the battery not seeing it, kept on firing.
The cavalry then fled in great confusion into the woods.
Meantime the 18th Ohio had arrived nearly at the place where
the enemy's artillery had made its first stand, and, by order of Colonel Miller,
was deployed as skirmishers to sweep the woods recently occupied by the Alabama
regiment. The men swept the woods
clear back by the camp, and took numerous prisoners, among them Colonel Maury,
Colonel Miller, learning that Gen. Palmer's infantry had gone in the same
direction, withdrew the 18th Ohio.
The firing in the corn fields in front of the battery had by this time
become scattering, irregular, and soon ceased.
The 14th Michigan and the 21st Ohio had each taken
an active part and secured many prisoners.
After Colonel Miller arrived the fighting lasted thirty minutes.
As all the information which General Negley could possibly obtain must
necessarily be by couriers, at an early hour yesterday morning, deeming it
expedient to risk no sacrifice of his troops, he sent out reinforcements,
consisting of the 22d Illinois, 11th Michigan, 10th
Michigan and a Battery, Gen. Negley taking immediate command.
The reinforcements proceeded to within a mile of the Insane Asylum, when
they were met by Colonel Stokes and his regiment.
The easy gait of the horses, the smile of the Colonel, the apparent good
nature of his men, and the exhibition of several miniature Confederate flags
told the whole story.
The first remark that the duty Colonel made to the General was,
"General, we've got 'em!"
"Well," said the General, "what have you got?"
"By George!" ejaculated Col. Stokes, "we've got everything—two
Colonels, several other commissioned officers, and nearly three hundred men, all
their small arms, their guns, and all the flour, bacon, and other necessaries we
could carry, after filling our own and all the enemy's wagons and every species
of cart that we could press." The Colonel told the truth, for the road for miles was filled
with soldiers, prisoners of war, and wagons loaded with stores of all kinds.
The rebels had but one gun, which was captured.
We also took from the enemy four hundred small arms, a regimental stand
of colors, fifty-six loads of flour, several hundred weight of bacon, forty
beeves, and a number of horses.
Our loss, as far as can be ascertained, was 4 killed and 7 wounded.
The rebel loss in killed is thirty, and about eighty wounded. Notwithstanding our artillery made sad havoc with the enemy,
the above figures are probably reliable, as seems to be confirmed by the rebel
prisoners.
As near as we can judge, the number of prisoners taken was over three
hundred, most of whom were taken to the Provost Marshal's office for
examination. Their number embraced
two colonels, several captains and lieutenants, ordinance officers, and quite a
squad of sergeants and corporals. During
the examination of the men, several of them avowed that their officers all ran
away, and thus their capture was inevitable.
One intelligent young man from Alabama stated that he was awakened by his
servant, who told him that "the Yankees were coming."
He disbelieved the report, and went to sleep again, but was awakened by
the report of cannon and musketry. Hastily
joining his company, he was ordered, with the whole regiment, to form in line of
battle, but when the attack was made his officers fled, and he, with other new,
inexperienced troops, followed them. On
starting to leave the field, he was told by some of his officers that a large
force of Federals were advancing from Murfreesboro, and said, he,
good-naturedly, "Before I really knew where I was, I was marching between
the blue coats." Many of the
prisoners state that they were sick of the war, and judging from appearances we
think they have reason to be, for a more wretched looking set of prisoners it
has never been our lot to witness. No
two were dressed alike, and many were ragged and all very dirty.
In addition to this, their fifteen miles' march did not enhance their
looks. No doubt a parole will be
acceptable to them. According to
the statements made by many of them, they are quite willing to quit fighting and
return home.
The rebel force was under command of General Sam. Anderson; but that
individual informed his men that reinforcements were necessary, started towards
Murfreesboro for them, and has not been heard of since.
The cavalry were respectively under John T. Morgan, Biffel, and McKinstry.
The uniform good conduct of the troops on march and under fire was loudly
applauded by the officers, and perceptible to all.
Nothing was disturbed of a private nature, except pressing teams to carry
captured stores. Another fact
worthy of mention is, that the jaded and worn-out prisoners were treated with
the consideration which characterizes our troops.
The dash of the rebels under Forrest upon Murfreesboro, a few months ago,
was a decided success, and we must confess that General Negley's well planned
and well carried out attack upon Lavergne was no less brilliant.
Colonel Stokes' cavalry displayed signal daring and intrepidity, going
into their work with coolness and alacrity of veterans, and the ardor of men
whose souls burned with patriotism. They
amply fulfilled the high hopes entertained of them. We predict for them a
splendid reputation. The gallantry
and coolness of Colonel Miller are highly applauded.
The opening of his fire upon the splendid rebel cavalry is described as
truly brilliant; from one end of his line to the other blazed forth one sheet of
fire, the rebels reeled in their saddles, the dead and dying strewed the ground,
and the survivors betook themselves to headlong flight.
General Palmer who won noble laurels at Island Number 10, acquitted
himself as became an officer and soldier. He
opened the fight and kept it up heroically.
His skill and coolness were eminent everywhere.
The excitement along the road and on the streets was tremendous; the
whole population turning out, while squads of from three hundred to five hundred
persons, at the entrance of the city, on Cedar street, Church street, High
street, and around the Capitol, literally blocked up the way in their intense
eagerness to see the troops and their prisoners, who were a most woe-begotten
looking set, and lineal descendants of the "Knights of the Sorrowful
Figure." Poor men, little did
they seem to know the true character of this deplorable contest.
Dupes of wicked and cunning leaders, led astray by mere political
blacklegs, we felt most sincerely and profoundly sorry for them.
Why should they be torn from home, wife, children, friends and business,
because Harris and Breckinridge were no longer the favorites of political
fortune? General Negley and our
other officers were greeted cordially along the route by the waving of flags,
handkerchiefs and other tokens of approval.
There were hundreds, yes thousands of the sons and daughters of
Tennessee, whose hearts beat high with hope and joy at this triumph of the dear
old flag, more precious to their souls than aught besides on earth.
Thus Providence has crowned our arms with another victory over the forces
of treason, anarchy and despotism; may it be but the precursor of a long series
of triumphs, each one far outshining its predecessor in splendor.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
The Daughter of the Regiment.—The young woman whose career as a soldier
in the Irish Legion was supposed to have been suddenly cut short by a discovery
of her sex, has been accepted as a female appendage to the regiment, and will
henceforth follow them where glory leads, a la vivandiere.
Her name is Eliza Miller, and she is spoken of as having a good
character, notwithstanding late appearances have been much against her.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 10, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Judging from the kissings and embraces of the rebel prisoners yesterday,
we think some of the rebel women must have found a part at least, of their
rights.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 11, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
The smallest watch in the London Exhibition is a minute affair, smaller
than a pea, set in a ring for a lady's finger.
It goes for six hours, and may be purchased for the pretty little sum of
$1,200.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 11, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
To Our Readers.
This morning the Union is presented to its patrons diminished somewhat in
size. The fault is not ours, nor is
it in our power to control it at present. The
paper maker on whom we depend, informs us that it will be necessary for him to
get several articles essential to the manufacture of paper before he can supply
us again with the proper size. He
has enough of the size we print on this morning, to last us until the other can
be furnished. We assure our patrons
that it is contrary to the wishes of the Publishers of the Union to take any
step that will detract from its merits. As
soon as we can be supplied with the paper, we will resume our regular size.
Notwithstanding the reduction of the paper from its former size, there
will be no diminution in the amount of reading matter from what has heretofore
been given.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 11, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
The most perfect order was kept in the Market House yesterday morning.
This great improvement is due to Capt. Councellor of the 69th
Ohio, chief of the Military Police, and his efficient Guard.
They have reformed a great evil of which there has been much complaint
and for which they have the hearty thanks of the community.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 12, 1862, p. 1, c. 3
Domestic Record of the Rebellion.
A large number of private letters, written to soldiers in the rebel army,
were captured the other day at Lavergne, and have been placed in our possession.
As indicative of the sentiments and opinions of the Southern people in
reference to the war, and also of their actual condition, these letters, written
in the honest confidence of affection are of very great value.
They are straws on the current of the wind. . . .
The next letter we pick up is dated Sept. 22d, from a lady to her
husband, written in a beautiful hand, on a sheet of paper torn from a memorandum
book. She says:
"I have seen a good many conscripts going by to-day, but had much
rather see you all coming back than to see others going off. I don't think that looks much like the war is closing.
I have almost given up in despair of its ever closing.
I am sorry to think of you all having such hard times out there.
I hear they (the Yankees) are dying daily in New Orleans with yellow
fever. I wish the last one would
die."
Seat you vixen!
A wife in Clark county, Alabama, writes to her husband that she can get
no paper to send him letters. She
is attending to the stock herself, and says she can get no money, and is in much
trouble. Another wife, in the came
county, tells her husband that there has been no rain for two months, and she
will raise no corn. She begs her
husband to let her have some flour, as her provisions are all gone and she does
not know what to do. Another poor
wife entreats her husband to "get a folo (furlough) and come
home." She can get no candles
to burn. Another wife writes to her
husband that their son "Bob says he is tiard of staying at home by ourselves
without a paw." We
advise Robert's paw to go home.—Her daughter Nancy "does wish the
Yankeys would behave ther selves and be at peace." Poor women, how rudely the iron foot of rebellion tramples on
their tender affections! These
letters are all written on half sheets of paper, of the worst quality, and many
of them on scraps torn from blank books. The
ink, too, is evidently home-made. One
wife tells her husband that "number 8 black thread is selling for five
dollars, and they say it will soon be ten."
She tells him to "take good care of his wool shirts, for wool is now
hard to get." One of their boys is "afraid to leave the woods,"
as they are "conscripting in that neighborhood."
Here is a most affectionate letter from a sweet little boy who has got
his mother to write for him to pa, begging him to quit the soldiers and come
home. Alas, poor little fellow, the
next tidings you may have from your dear Pa may be that General Bragg has shot
him down like a brute for trying to go and visit you.
His mother writes that the "crops are an entire failure, and salt
can't be had." "I think," says she, "that it would be the
best thing that ever was done, if you all would just come home.
If I knew the war would last I would rather die now, for if you don't
come home we will all have to perish. You
don't know how bad I want to see your face."
A soldier writes to his brother that he has been trying to get a
discharge, but finds it an impossibility for a man to get out of the service
now; "you have to swear as long as you can stand, and swear
furthermore."
A wife in Baldwin county, also writes on September 16th, that
there is a "good deal of talk here about the war stopping."
But, alas, here is another written last May, which says they tell her
"there will be no more fighting after twenty days."
Cruel deception!
"Come home brother, if you can" writes another, "we have
hard times all over the country. They
say peace will be made in a few days. No
rain here for more than eight weeks."
Peace would be more welcome to this poor man than rain even.
"Don't get out of heart brother," says another writing to a
soldier; "I don't believe this war will last much longer, I think there
will be peace in a few weeks." What
a heart-ache and yearning there is for peace among the people. But, Henry, Senator Gustaves Henry, drawing eight dollars per
diem in Richmond, rises and Congress and yells: "No peace! Hoist
the black flag, and begin a war of extermination!" Didn't Hell ring with laughter when the infamous sentiment
was uttered? "Dear husband I
do want you to come home the first chance you get.
I hear three States have gone back into the Union.
If it is so you may as well give it up and come home."
That wife does not want the war to continue.
"Husband I am sick, but I would be well if I could see you, I heard
peace was made. I pray God it
may be so, come home and stay with me once more and we will be so
happy." "Up with the
black flag," responds the aristocratic Senator Henry.
Several wives writes to their husbands that they have been swindled out
of their money sent home to them, by the hands of false friends. We though chivalry would scorn to cheat a woman!
"I do wish you all had never volunteered, there was no use in it,
any how;" writes a most affectionate wife, whose letter is stained with
tear drops. Mrs. Fulton has heard
that there has been a great battle, and writes to her husband to inform her
immediately if he is dead.
Mrs. B_____ don't state anything of much interest, except that she has
"had the colic for several days."
If these lines should happen to reach Mrs. B_____ before her recovery, we
beg leave to remind her that a little catnip tea is, like parmacetti,
"The sovereignest thing on earth for in'ard pains."
Let her drink the life-restoring and soothing infusion and
be healed, for its "leaves are for the healing of nations."
Some of the happiest memories of the days of our boyhood are connected
with catnip and paregoric. We regard catnip as the safest, besides we don't suppose that
paregoric can be had in Alabama at all.
Why here is an epistolary gem, a jewel inestimable among these letters,
for it is a message from Margaret Ann to her sweet-heart.
She is affectionate, but spunky, and to the impertinent inquiry of her
soldier lover why she writes to "another man," she replies she will
write to him "or any other man" who "will write to her in
friendship." She says that in
her neighborhood the men and women have reversed their occupations, and
while you all in camp are down to your washing and mending, I am at home a
ploughing an old contrary old mule, and you may guess whether I curse any or
not; so that I am about to fall from grace; and I desire an interest in your
prayers all next week, until I get over ploughing my corn.
I will answer your letters as long as I can get paper to write on or
money to pay postage, but this is my last sheet of paper, for paper is a great
object."
"Oh what peaseful hours we once
Injoyed, How sweet their memory
Still but yeu have left an aching
Void the world can never fill."
Margaret Ann _____
How mulish and how affectionate! Won't
she make Thomas see sights if he should not pull straight and true in the
matrimonial harness? How
graphically this Alabama Dulcinea writes! We
see her now "in our mind's eye," as she drives her obstinate mule
before her in the furrow, geeing and singing, hawing and cursing.
"What peaceful (Gee! you pesky critter!) hours I once enjoyed, How
sweet their (haw! d__n you!) memory still, (Plague take you, you long-eared
heathen, you made me tear all the edging off my under fixins!) But you
(oh my Thomas!) have left an aching (Quit kicking, blast your eyes!) void, the
world can never fill!
O thou wandering Thomas, leave the banner of Mars and return to that
Cupid and fill that "aching void" of which Margaret Ann complains,
with such seraphic sweetness
"Return oh wanderer return
And seek thy injured Margaret's face!"
And then thou shalt experience the truth that,
"Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love!"
But here is another letter of rather a different character from any we
have had yet. An indignant Mrs.
Caudle writes to her spouse, who is doubtless as blameless as Joseph of old;
"I hear bad news of you, for they say that you have got another woman for a
sweet-heart!" Madam, we don't
believe a word of it! Your consort
is no doubt as true to you as he is to Dixie—and dirt. Think too of the absurdity of a fellow going to see a
sweet-heart, wearing a rimless hat, a raw cowhide shoe on one foot, and a
toeless boot on the other, one gallows on, both elbows out, and his shirt tail
streaming in the Autumn winds! Nonsense
Madam, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!
And here is one—the last and saddest—from whose sorrow-shadowed leaves
we dare not quote. It is from a
mother, a bereaved mother, who writes to her husband, far from home, and in the
ranks, that she has just buried their two and only little children—one on one
day, and the other on the day following—and now, like Rachel, she is left
desolate amid the shattered fragments of the household gods whom she worshipped.
The bright and loving eyes of her little cherubs are closed in the long
eclipse of death, and starless gloom gathers around her, and mortal coldness
strikes her inmost heart. In her
husband's absence they had become doubly precious to her, and their sweet
"Mother" and fond "Good night," were musical in her ears as
the song of birds. Now, the little
hat and the little bonnet hang uncalled for against the wall, and their
pattering feet ring no more through her chamber, for they are gone forever. Sad is thy fate, oh mother; but thou art not alone in thy
bereavement; for this inhuman rebellion has made tenfold sharper the tortures of
such afflictions to thousands of mothers, who mourn their coffined babes, in the
absence of the husbands who should be present to comfort and support them in
their sore agony. Oh corrupt,
reckless, heartless leaders of this unholy rebellion, how these households you
have desolated, these hearts which you have bruised, rise up in judgment against
you!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 12, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Panic in Murfreesboro.
There was a terrible panic among the rebels in Murfreesboro' last
Wednesday night. A rumor came that
a Federal force was coming, and soldiers and citizens broke and ran away as if
the eternal devil himself was after them.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 12, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Fuel.
There will be an immense amount of suffering in this city, the coming
winter, if some provision is not speedily made for procuring fuel. The poor, especially, will be in a sad condition, if some
measure is not adopted to procure a supply of wood.
It is thought that the authorities can get an abundant supply by running
our cars for wood on the Nashville and Northwestern Railroad, within a few miles
of the city. Or, perhaps, the
Edgefield road could be put in operation as far as the Ridge, where immense
quantities of wood can be procured, which could be furnished to the people at
low rates, and at the same time pay all the cost of its procurement.
It is a God-like duty to succor the poor, and it is important that
something should be done to prevent apprehended distress.
Senola.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 14, 1862, p. 1, c. 3
Speaking at Murfreesboro.—We learn that Harris will be at Murfreesboro
on next Wednesday, for the purpose of making a speech.
We will endeavor to be present and make a faithful report of his remarks
for our readers. We hope Harris
will have us a comfortable seat and table prepared where we can take notes
without interruption. We learn that
it is to be a sort of muster-day with the rebels.
Harris will speak, we learn, on the following topics:
1. The $2,000,000 School
Fund.
2. The Midnight Treaty.
3. Freedom of Elections.
4. Whisky, Poker and
Religion.
5. His skedaddle from
Nashville.
In connection with this last topic he will, by the particular request of
the ladies of Murfreesboro', recite our 'Mournful Ballad," written in
commemoration of that event.
P. S. Buck, the porter at the Capitol, requests us to inform Isham, that
when he ran away from this place last February, he was in such a hurry, he
bursted the lock off the door of the Governor's office, and that this trespass
of the wandering Governor has cost him, the aforesaid Buck, several dollars in
repairs. If the Ex-Governor has any
of that $2,000,000 left, he would like to get the cash, and if he hasn't, rather
than lose the debt he will take it out in whisky.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 14, 1862, p. 1, c. 4
Summary: Great
Federal Victory at Perryville, Kentucky; Glorious News from Corinth
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 14, 1862, p. 1, c. 5
Late from Murfreesboro!
A messenger who arrived at Headquarters yesterday evening from
Murfreesboro, reports that a great panic prevails there, that the rebel forces
are in dread of an attack, and dispersing, and that Forrest is sending off his
artillery to Chattanooga. Anderson
is furiously denounced by every one for his conduct at Lavergne. Forrest fled twice from his camp last week on hearing an
alarm that General Negley was advancing on him with his entire force.
The guerrilla's career is nearly closed.
The dark thunder-cloud of treason, which for weeks past menaced Kentucky
and Tennessee with its portentous folds, has broken, and the sun of the Federal
Union casts upon our upturned faces, all radiant with delight, a flood of glory,
through the scattered and flying banners of the storm.
We shall probably receive details of the Perryville fight late this
evening; if so, they will appear in the Union of tomorrow morning.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 14, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Andrew Ewing.
This rebel stump orator, recruiting officer, or whatever else he may call
himself, made a speech in Franklin the other day.
He worked himself up to a tempest of excitement.
He vowed that Nashville could, would and should be taken, and that very
soon; he owned property there, but would rather see it burned to ashes, and
piled with ruins rather than let the cursed, thieving, cowardly Yankees hold it.
Very well, Mr. Ewing, if Nashville must be taken, we say, as the
Lacedaenonians said to Xerxes when he told them to give up their arms:
"Come and take it!" . . .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 15, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
Rebel Accounts of the Lavergne Fight.
We copy the following correspondence and editorial from the Chattanooga Rebel
of the 9th inst., in reference to the Lavergne fight.
The rebels were evidently panic-stricken at their rout, and still dread
another attack.
"Decherd, Tenn., Oct.7.—The enemy, 2,000 strong and two batteries,
attacked our forces at Lavergne, early this morning.
Our forces fell back about five miles.
The enemy did not pursue, but left for Nashville by 9 o'clock,
A.M.—They burnt five cars and two houses at Lavergne.
We had two killed and several wounded.
Enemy's loss unknown. We
captured a Major and Lieutenant. It
is impossible to give further particulars to-night.—Cor. Chat. Rebel."
[Special Correspondence of the Rebel.]
"Murfreesboro, Oct. 9.—We had a report from our advance pickets
last night that the enemy were advancing on this place via Lebanon pike.
Our forces were kept in line of battle all night, but the enemy have not
yet appeared, (7 a.m.) I am
inclined to think they will not come. But
there is no doubt they are greatly elated at the success of their raid on
Lavergne, and may think they can take Murfreesboro.
It is thought they are being reinforced at Nashville, but this is hardly
probable. If this country is again
taken by the Yankees nothing will be left by them. This they have shown at Lavergne, where they destroyed
everything they could lay their hands on—even the dresses of ladies.
They left nothing. If they get here they will do the same. They have a special grudge against the patriotic citizens of
this place.
"I do sincerely hope Gen. Jones will send us force enough to repel
any effort on the part of the Yankees to again get possession of Middle
Tennessee. It would be a burning
shame to let this portion of our State again be overrun and pillaged by
them."
The Rebel says:
"A dispatch appeared in the Rebel yesterday morning, in
regard to the affair at Lavergne, from the agent of the Associated Press at
Murfreesboro, which is considered by some to reflect on Gen. S. R. Anderson.
The dispatch was not published until it was ascertained, by inquiring at
the telegraph office here, that it was approved by Gen. Forrest, and had been
sent to all papers which take the press dispatches.
No press which takes the dispatches has the right to alter those which
may come approved by military authority. We
learn from gentlemen just from Murfreesboro, that no fault attaches to Gen. S.
B. Anderson, but that the cavalry, consisting of new recruits, who had never
been under fire, did leave rather precipitately, and that was the cause of the
disaster."
That is what we call a back-handed apology for Anderson. Forrest, it appears, is down on him.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 15, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
A Capture.
Col. Stokes Cavalry captured thirteen guerrillas—being a full set
and one thrown in for good measure, yesterday, eight miles out on the
Nolensville pike. They were said to
be the pickets of a regiment or more some miles further back.
Perhaps some discoveries may be made before our readers see this
paragraph.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 15, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Murfreesboro.
A rumor is circulated here that the rebels are being reinforced at
Murfreesboro, several regiments having arrived there within the past few days.
Their camp is said to be several miles from the town on the Salem church
road. Our readers must take the
rumor for exactly what it is worth.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 15, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Off to Murfreesboro!
The editor of the Union requests his lady friends not to send boquets
[sic], jellies, preserves, marmalades, pound-cakes, fruits, wines, or other
nick-nacks, to his sanctum to-day, as he will be unavoidably absent at
Murfreesboro' to report Isham G. Harris's great speech, a full and accurate
report of which will be found in to-morrow's paper.
The editor has succeeded after violent mental exertion, in borrowing for
his hazardous trip, the identical cart and mule which Brownlow and parson
McFerrin hired to skedaddle in last February.
He is said to be a tremendous propeller, sporting high cars and moral
character.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 16, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
More "Yarbs" Wanted!
The following Medical advertisement appears in the Knoxville Register:
[list of items wanted by the Medical Purveyor's Office, no
name attached]
Truly, the Confederacy seems to be in a great need of medicines. No jalap, no aloes, no blue mass, no ipecac.
But if the lives of scores are imperilled for lack of drugs, just think,
oh you lucky rebels, of the thousands of lives saved by the absence of quack
doctors as surgeons in the rebel army. It
may be murder to your soldiers, it is true, but it is your salvation most
certainly.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 17, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Theatre.—To-morrow, Saturday afternoon, is set apart for the benefit of
our old friend Ed. Wight. Through
the kindness of Capt. Hayden, who is in command of the 19th Illinois
Regiment, he has succeeded in getting a squad of that far-famed Regiment to go
through the movements and evolutions of the celebrated Ellsworth Zouaves.
Many of the soldiers comprising this Regiment visited the principal
cities of the Union, with the late Col. Ellsworth, electrifying the public, and
even surprising officers who had commanded the French Zouaves of Crimean
notoriety. There has been a host of
imitators of the Ellsworth drill, but as yet we have seen none who could
approach them. It has been the
pride of the whole Regiment to perfect themselves in this novel drill, and it is
indeed a grand and exciting sight to see the whole Regiment, as if it were one
man going through the bayonet exercise.
The squad will be under the command of Lieut. Geo. W. Bishop. The stage will be enlarged for the occasion, and there will
be as many soldiers as can drill to advantage.
They will give in full the bayonet drill, skirmishing, manual of arms,
loading, etc., etc., as taught by the lamented Ellsworth, whose name and fame as
an officer and patriot will ever continue to remain indelibly engraved on the
hearts of every American citizen. Moreover
the 19th Illinois Regiment not only excel in exercise but in the
battle-field amid the roar and din of cannon and musketry, the gallant 19th
have never yet been known to turn their backs, and it is indeed with pleasure we
make the announcement that a squad of these brave and undaunted soldiers will
give the citizens of Nashville an opportunity of seeing a part of the gallant
band who carried the palm throughout the country in point of drill and military
tactics.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 18, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
From Texas.
We hear but little of late from the land of Houston.
The St. Joseph Journal, however, has some information of the old
chieftain of Texas, as well as the Union sentiment of his people.
It seems that five refugees from Texas have been on trial before the
Provost Marshal of St. Joseph, being arrested in that city.
The evidence in their cases established the fact that they were Union
refugees from Texas fleeing to avoid the conscription act.
The Journal thus sums up their case as told by themselves:
They stated that they had came up through the Indian Territory and
Kansas. They met with no
molestation until they got into Kansas, when they were arrested by a nigger
company and one of their horses taken away from them.
They represent a very strong Union feeling existing all through Texas,
and think a Union army of 10,000 men could march through the entire length and
breadth of the State, and have their numbers doubled by the time they got
through.
Gen. Sam Houston still lives, and remains true to the old flag.
All of the Houston influence is strongly in favor of the old Government,
and what they have done to oppose it has been extorted at the point of the
bayonet.
The refugees report that it is a very difficult matter to leave Texas.
There are thousands there who would leave at a moment's warning were they
permitted to do so. All of the refugees were single men, with but one exception,
and he left his family behind.
They were en route to Rock Island, Illinois.
One of them bore a letter of recommendation as a steadfast Union man from
the Hon. Mr. Washburn, one of the Representatives in Congress from Illinois.
They went from here to Savannah and from there they will go direct to
Iowa, in order to avoid the troubles in Northeast Missouri.
They declare their intention to join the first Federal force that is
fitted out for an expedition to their adopted State.
There has been an unprecedented drought in Texas the past season, and as
a consequence the crops are almost a failure.
There will, doubtless, be much suffering, unless relief is speedily
offered.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 18, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
M'mlle Camile Urso.
The lovers of music—and who is not a lover of music?—will be
delighted to learn that this lady, who ranks with the first artists of the day,
not only for extraordinary natural musical powers, but also for her astonishing
acquirements in her divine art, at the earnest solicitation of her numerous
admirers, intends giving an entertainment on next Friday, in this city.
To the citizens of this place who have heard her on divers occasions, we
need only mention the fact that she will give a concert; they will all eagerly
embrace the opportunity to go to the banquet of sweet sounds which she knows so
well how to call forth from the chords of her magic viol.
Those who have never herd her exquisite performances will do themselves
great wrong if they fail to hear her now. She
is truly a musical enchantress, and her bow is as potent as the want of
Prospero, which bade the Aeolean harp of Ariel fill the balmy winds of the
enchanted isle
"With many a tone
To mortal minstrelsy unknown"
We heard her sweet strains upon the violin years ago, and a few indeed
are the considerations which could induce us to forego the rapture we anticipate
on next Friday. We say to
everybody, attend M'mlle Urso's concert.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Guerrillas.
A troop of guerrillas fired on our pickets early yesterday morning on the
Lebanon pike. the fire was
returned, and two of the rebels killed, when the assailants decamped. They did no injury. It
was reported that a troop of cavalry, variously estimated at from fifteen
hundred to three thousand, were within five miles of the city.
But the scamps will not stand still long enough to be shot at.
They run on the first approach of danger.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Theatre.—The exhibition of the Zouave drill by a detachment of soldiers
of the 19th Illinois, under Lieut. Bishop, at the Theatre yesterday
afternoon, on the occasion of the benefit of Mr. E. Wight, was a beautiful and
astonishing display of military skill. Their
performances were highly applauded by the audience. The whole regiment is said to be wonderfully accurate in the
manual. They will appear again at
the benefit of Mr. Hamilton on Monday afternoon, on which occasion they will
introduce some new and pleasing evolutions, that belong exclusively to this
modern style of "plain and ornamental" fighting.
Lieut. Bishop is a good officer, and governs his men like a veteran, and
they respond like soldiers. The
whole entertainment was highly creditable to all parties concerned.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 23, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Arms! Arms!
Yesterday, a few hours after the publication of General Negley's order in
reference to the giving up of private arms, a throng of citizens began to pour
in to Headquarters for the purpose of complying with the requisition, bringing
with them firearms of all imaginable kinds—shot guns, pop guns, single-barrelled
guns, double-barrelled guns, rifles smooth bores, muskets, human pistols, colt
pistols, jackass pistols, flint locks, percussion locks, carbines, single
triggers, double triggers, hair triggers and no triggers at all.
Some old shot guns were brought which had been so long disused that the
mice had made nests in the barrels. Persons
of known loyalty had no difficulty in retaining their arms.
The disloyal ought not to be trusted with them.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 23, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
M'mlle Urso's Concert.—We are informed by M'mlle Urso, that she is
compelled to postpone her concert until next Wednesday.
The public should hold themselves in readiness for a magnificent musical
entertainment. M'mlle Urso's skill
on the violin may be styled almost miraculous.
She is a prodigy of musical genius and acquirements, and is no doubt the
most accomplished artist in America. All
who hear her exquisite performances, will cherish them forever as the richest
jewels in the casket of memory.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 23, 1862, p. 3, c. 4
Special Order No. 19.
Headquarters, United States Forces,
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Camp Nashville, Tennessee,
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October 21, 1862.
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I. The citizens of Nashville
will immediately turn over to Lieut. C. C. Cooke, Aid de Camp and Ordnance
Officer, at these Headquarters, all the Arms or Munitions of War, in their
possession or concealed within their knowledge.
II. Those persons who,
before the 24th inst., voluntarily deliver up their arms, properly
marked with their names, will receive a receipt for them to be returned or
settled for as the Government may direct.
III. The refusal to deliver
arms of any description, or to report their whereabouts, if known, will be taken
as sufficient evidence of disloyalty to subject the offender to severe
penalties. No excuse whatever will
be taken for an evasion of this order.
IV. A rigid inquiry will be
instituted to discover parties who may evade this order in any particular, and a
liberal reward will be offered for information which will lead to such
discovery.
By command of Gen.
Negley.
Jas. A. Lowrie, Capt. and A. A. G.
Oct. 22—3t.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 23, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
We suppose that the flag mentioned is in possession of the proper
authorities, it is not the custom, we believe, to allow privates or subordinate
officers to retain such trophies as regimental flags.
We hope that Congress will pass a law granting medals for meritorious
conduct to soldiers in the army as well as in the navy.
Camp 21st Regt. Ohio Vol.,
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Nashville, Tenn., Oct. 23, 1862.
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Editor Nashville Union:
On the 7th inst., in the "affair" at Lavergne, I
captured the regimental flag of the 32nd Regiment of Alabama Rebels,
and, with the assistance of a private of the 18th Regiment Ohio
Volunteers, took prisoners at the same time ten rebel soldiers.
I do not know the soldier's name, but he and myself were the first in the
rebel camp. I took possession of
the flag and what guns the prisoners had, and in a few moments some cavalrymen
came and took charge of the prisoners. I
laid the flag, guns, and some other traps in a pile, and went to catch a horse
which was running about ready bridled and saddled, and one of the cavalrymen who
was marching off the prisoners which the 18th Ohio man and myself had
captured, picked up my flag and put off with it. I am told that these cavalrymen say they captured it, but I
know they did not. The flag is a
little faded—the colors "run"—and was presented to some Rifles,
I disremember the name, by the ladies of some town in Alabama; I disremember the
name of the town—Mobile, I think—and also some lettering which was on it.
I write this in hopes that the flag may be returned to me, or turned over
to proper authority for me. Perhaps
it was removed by mistake, as I think no good soldier would intentionally wrong
his brother-in-harms.
Yours truly,
Isaac Taylor,
Private, Co. C, 21st O. V. I.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 23, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Married Rake;" song; song; song and chorus; overture;
"The Toodles"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 25, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Acts of Vandalism.
The rebels lay hold of every excess committed by individual soldiers of
the Federal army, and hold them up as arguments against the Union cause.
To hear one of these purse-proud and selfish rebels denounce "Yankee
thieves" and "Lincoln robbers," one might imagine that the
sweet-scented chivalry were all noted for their unscrupulous adherence to
justice and military discipline. But
the history of this rebellion shows that the rebel armies, as a body, are
pillagers and plunders. Look at
Bowling Green and the surrounding country last winter; look at Virginia and
Maryland; look at the depredations of Bragg and Smith in Kentucky a few days
ago. The Knoxville Register, of the
12th inst., complains that the Confederate soldiers were sacking that
country; and the following extract from a letter in the Jackson Mississippian,
from a correspondent in Price's army, thus describes the retreat of the rebels
after the battle of Iuka:
["] Acts of vandalism, disgraceful to the army, were perpetrated
along the road, which made me blush to own such men as my countrymen.
Corn field were laid waste, potato patches robbed, barn-yards and
smoke-houses despoiled, hogs killed, and all kind of outrage perpetrated in
broad daylight and in full view of officers.
I doubted, on the march up and on the retreat, whether I was in an army
of brave men, fighting for their country, or merely following a band of armed
marauders, who are as terrible to their friends as foes.
I once thought General Bragg too severe in discipline, but I am satisfied
none but the severest discipline will restrain men upon a march.
The settlements through which we passed were made to pay heavy tribute to
the rapacity of our soldiers, and I have no doubt that women and children
will cry for the bread which has been rudely taken from them by those who
should have protected and defended them. This
plunder, too, was without excuse, for rations were regularly issued every night,
and though the men did not get their meals as punctually as in camp, still there
was no absolute suffering to justify such conduct, and it deserves the severest
reprobation.["]
Now, we have animadverted with severity on the conduct of some Federal
soldiers and officers here, especially the latter, for they are the really
responsible persons, and are so regarded by the Army orders and regulations; but
here is a state of affairs, a catalogue of outrages, not to be charged upon the
Union army. We call attention, too,
to the different circumstances under which these depredations have been
committed. Some of our soldiers
acted improperly after being confined to half rations of hard bread, but
according to the declaration of this rebel correspondent of a rebel newspaper,
who travelled with the rebel army, Price's soldiers laid waste the country of their
own friends, although they had an abundance of food.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 25, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
Some of the rebel women in New Orleans register themselves "She
adders." Every sweet little
girl who ciphers in Addition, might do the same.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 26, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Rebel News
We have been favored with a copy of the Daily Rebel Banner, printed at Murfreesboro, dated October 21st. The Extra is printed on a small half sheet of brown wrapping paper, and has a decidedly secesh appearance. As news is scarce the public will be amused at the ridiculous nonsense of this doughty rebel.
["]Warm Work
Below!
A Rustling Among
the Dry Bones
The Music of
"On to Nashville" Begun!!
Glorious News from
the Front.
Gen. Forrest is one of those men with whom it is physically impossible
for inactivity to agree. He is, par
excellence, a "fighting man."
And ever since his occupation of Murfreesboro, his vigilance, energy, and
ceaseless "attentions" to our quondam friends in Nashville have
exemplified, in a striking manner, his claim to be considered the most dashing
cavalry officer in the service.
We have cheering news from the front.
As our readers are aware, our outposts have been skirmishing daily with
the pickets of the enemy. We have
repeatedly driven them in with loss in the most gallant style.
This morning, however, we made a general onset.
Upon every hand our advanced guard made a dash upon the entire pickets of
the enemy simultaneously. Whilst
our rifles were rattling along the Charlotte road, our guns were rolling back an
echo from the Lebanon pike, and the melody of these beautiful sounds was
chorused by artillery from the Murfreesboro and Nolensville pikes.
Lieut. Colonel Collins commanding the advance, telegraphs that the work
under his immediate command was particularly good.
"The troops under my immediate command have acted most gallantly.
They were led by Captain Draper, who made his attack at daylight, and
drove the enemy's outpost, in force. We
captured one major, one captain, one lieutenant, four corporals, and
twenty-seven privates. Also, guns,
ammunition, and horses. I have
already heard the guns below, and to the right and left."
Stirring this!
So Nashville is beginning to be invested in solid earnest, and the guns
of the confederacy are singing a lullaby (over the left) into the ear of Andrew
Johnson.["]
If the fellow keeps lying in this style he will find "warm work below"
sure enough. Lt. Col. Collins is
some on a grape vine. "Guns
below and to the right and left!" What
ears the Lieutenant must have! But
the Extra announces tidings yet more startling:
["]Still More
Glorious!
Dibbrell's Defeats
the Enemy—Stokes
Killed!
His Command Worsted!
Col. Dibrel's command met the enemy, October 21, and repulsed them on the
Lebanon Pike. We killed Stokes and
cut up his command.
Everything begins to look up!["]
And all this ridiculous stuff is about a skirmish in which the aforesaid
Dibbrel and his command fled from their camp and across the river with as much
precipitation and trepidation as if Buell's whole army had been after them.
It was a most cowardly skedaddle on the part of Dibrel.
But thus the rebels bolster up each other's courage.
The extra appeals thus to Tennesseans:
"What are you doing? Here
is your Forrest—your own native, Tennessee Forrest—ready to lead you on to
Nashville. Are you going to flinch?
UP, up to a front; where the bullets are ringing, and honor, and liberty
await you.
We have whipped them in Kentucky, and we must burn them out of
Nashville."
We can tell you what you are doing; you are forcing Union men into the
ranks to fight the battles of treason. Fetch
on your Forrest, and try to burn Nashville as soon as you please, and we will
show you a trick worth two of that.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 26, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
The continued insults offered to the soldiers and officers of the Union
army in Norfolk—principally by the female population—have compelled the
Military Governor, Brigadier General Viele, to issue an order to seize the
houses of all parties who may be guilty of this offense, and appropriate them to
the purposes of the government either for hospitals or quarters.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 28, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Evacuation of Murfreesboro.
A report has been current on our streets for the past twenty-four hours
that the rebels are evacuating Murfreesboro, hurrying off, as fast as possible,
the flour, bacon, corn, and live stock which they had accumulated there, and
taking them to Chattanooga. The
rumor comes through secession channels and is generally credited.
We have but little doubt of its correctness. We see no reason why the rebels should be allowed to enjoy
the fruits of their plundering without interruption. There is a serious defect in our military policy, somewhere.
We have been bullied, and the country has been sacked and pillaged by two
or three thousand guerrillas, at most, and now we allow them to walk off with
their spoils.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 29, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Our Market.
Our market is in a most deplorable state, being destitute of almost every
vegetable. Butter sells at $1.00
per lb., cabbage at 50 cents a head, and potatoes at $1.00 a peck.
The impression is prevalent among the country people that their wagons
and teams will be impressed if they come here, and the pass system occasions
infinite trouble. We think it would
be well for General Negly to publish a proclamation offering every assurance of
protection to persons bringing in wood and marketing to our famishing citizens.
The present burden weighs most heavily on the shoulders of loyal men.
This surely ought to be remedied.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 29, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Go and Hear the Wonderful Violinist
We hope none will deny themselves the pleasure of listening to M'M'lle
Urso's astonishing performances on the violin this afternoon, at the Theatre.
She was a pupil of the renowned Norwegian Minstrel, Ole Bull, and the
great Wizard of the North never had a disciple so worthy of him, as M'm'lle Urso.
One may listen to fine violin playing a year, and then fancy himself
listening to a new instrument while attending her performances, so wonderful are
the power, variety and sweetness of the notes which evokes from her violin.
She is not only a most accomplished artist, but she touches the hearts of
all her auditors by the soul which she throws into her art.
Her "Dream" is one of the strangest, wildest, and sweetest of
pieces of music, that ever entranced the ear, and the hearer might close his
eyes, and imagine himself revelling in a luxurious Opium dream, in some balmy
garden of the Orient. In addition
to her own performances, she will be assisted by the finest vocal talent in the
city. Such a musical entertainment
rarely presents itself in the west, and we are sure that the
Concert room will be thronged this afternoon by hundreds and hundreds.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 29, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
The scenes at the taking of the oath in New Orleans by the ladies, are
reported to have been ludicrous enough; says a letter:
"One young Miss, as she passed out of the hall, observed to her
friend, "Well, really it ain't much after all, is it, Clotile?" One tall lady in black—a widow, of rather the tragic queen
style,--descended the marble steps, staring most earnestly on the contents of
the certificate. She seemed as if
she would annihilate it with her gaze. She
must possess property in New Orleans. Her
struggle to save her wealth from confiscation, and her hate for the Government
that had, as she supposed, robed her in weeds, make, most likely, the letters n
that certificate burn her eyes as fire. As a contrast to this, another widow came, and tripped away
with the flippant remark to her companions:
Upon my word this affair has caused me more emotion than when I stood up
to be married.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, October 31, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Grape-Vine.
It is rumored that Andrew Ewing made a speech on last Saturday at
Murfreesboro' to the advance guard of Breckinridge's Division, and that the
doughty Ex-Vice himself is on the way to join them.
We suppose John is like Paddy's Locomotive,--"a stameboat huntin'
fur wather." We have now set
out a big cutting," [?? left side of page cut off] and leave its
cultivation to the street and tavern gossips.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 1, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Taming a Tiger;" violin solo; song "The Old Sexton;"
Song; Jerry Worland and Master Harry posturing and feats of strength; song (with
recitation); "Beauty and the Beast"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 1, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Capture of Turkey.
A military operation, involving a large amount of strategy, was reported
to us the other day, which deserves at least an humble place in the history of
this war. It seems that Buck, the
well known porter at the Capitol, combining a desire for speculation, with a
taste for ornithology, had invested divers and sundry dimes and quarters, which
he had accumulated, in the purchase of several specimens of the popular domestic
fowl known as the American Turkey, intending, doubtless, to reap a handsome per
centage on their original cost, when their bodies should reach the proper degree
of corpulency, and the blockade should render the purchase of even a
turkey-buzzard, let along a simon-pure turkey; an impossibility.
The plan and conception, so far as we are able to judge, were good, were
faultless. We do not care indeed,
as newspaper correspondents say, we do not feel authorized, to state the precise
number of the turkeys purchased, but, we are not violating any confidence
reposed in us, as the same wise men would say, in stating that at least an
approximation to the true number may be attained by thrice counting the digits
of one hand. Alas!
for the uncertainty of all human speculation; the turkeys suddenly
vanished. Their owner went one
morning full of hope to feed his biped flock, and like Joseph and Simeon
"they were not." who can blame Buck for uttering several words not to be found
in the celebrated Theological Dictionary, published under his name!
His fowls had been foully dealt with.
His suspicions were directed immediately to a squad of soldiers quartered
in a neighboring house, for he knew how fond college boys and soldiers are of
turkeys; and obtaining the proper authority, he immediately instituted a search.
The soldiers manifested a most laudable interest in assisting Buck,
unlocking clothes-presses, trunks and valises; opening bureaus, looking into
quart bottles, and under carpets, and, in fact, in every place where the
abducted individuals would be most likely to be—not found.
Buck wanted to go up into the loft, through a trap-door which he by
chance espied. His military friends
remonstrated; they assured him they were not there; that nobody but citizens of
the United States could go up there; that turkeys were not citizens of the
United States, and, of course, were not up there; and that, finally, by the Dred
Scott decision, Buck was not a citizen, any more than the turkeys, and of course
he couldn't go up. Besides, who ever heard or read, in ancient or modern
history, of turkeys being cooped up in a garret?
"Think of that, Master buck!"
Buck insisted; they remonstrated; he fumed, they roared, until finally he
vowed to summon the war department to the spot, and then they yielded.
Buck jumped up on a table, and pushed up the trap-door, when mirabile
dictu, two of his biggest turkeys, who had bee put out as pickets, peeped
down in his face, and demanded the countersign!
He gave it, and they "gobbled him up;" that is, they
invited him to come up and reclaim his prisoners.
He did so, although we grieve to say, that, close confinement, bad diet,
military voracity, and sundry sales, had reduced their number to only five.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 1, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
The Market.
The market yesterday morning was like the old apothecary's shop,
"A beggarly account of empty boxes,"
and stalls, which former occupants had abandoned.
A few butcher's stalls and a few huckster wagons constituted the sum
total of the sources for supplying the tables of twenty odd thousand people,
hundreds of whom are as loyal as any in the land of the Stars and Stripes.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 1, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
We would inform the gentleman in uniform who stole a chicken out of our
coop yesterday, which he dropped like a hot potato, when ordered to do so by the
servant, that Editors never keep any more chickens on hand than they need for
immediate use. Hereafter we shan't
keep any.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 1, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
We learn that the stages of Mr. Le Able were stopped the other day on
their way to Franklin, by the guerrillas, the passengers robbed of all their
money, and then carried to Murfreesboro; a buggy was also robbed at the same
time. What an honorable mode of
warfare the Confederacy has adopted, in playing the robber and pickpocket.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 4, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
From Murfreesboro.
A gentleman who has good opportunities for knowing what he states,
informs us that the rebels are running heavy trains of cars, night and day, from
Murfreesboro to Chattanooga, carrying off immense quantities of grain, cattle,
hogs, clothing, and other supplies. A
considerable force, said to be part of Breckinridge's force, has been sent up to
Murfreesboro to protect the stores and divert our attention from their real
purpose, which is to get their provisions off as quickly as possible.
We learn on the other hand that a gentleman, captured with Mr. Le Able's
stages, has just arrived and says that there are not over two thousand troops
there, and that Breckinridge has not been there.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
A respectable widow left Huntsville, Ala., recently on a visit to a
married daughter in Nashville. She
arrived at the residence of Capt. B. D. Harris, a few miles from town, on the
Nolensville turnpike, where she was topped by Confederate guerrillas and
forbidden to come any farther. Sad and sorrowful she yesterday started on her
return to Alabama. This excellent
lady has three sons in the Confederate army—her last, having been torn from
her by the Conscript law, leaving her almost without the means of subsistence.
Unfortunately her daughter is the wife of a Union man—for this the
rebel guerrillas punished her, even though their hellish cause had taken all her
sons from here. When she started
back home, a couple of rebel women started from the same point for Nashville.
The latter met with no obstacle. They
came into the city safely, and without question by either rebel or Federal
pickets. How long is this state of
things to continue? Is there no
remedy? Is no consideration to be
extended to any but rebels?
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 9, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Amusements.—For well known military reasons the Theatre has been closed
for some time. We believe the
reasons for its suspension no longer exists, and hundreds of citizens and
visitors would doubtless be much gratified to see its doors thrown open again.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 11, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
We don't wish to interfere in the domestic relations of secession
husbands? but really we can't help
warning them that they had better stop hunting up their 'Southern Rights,"
and keep a sharp look-out after their marital rights, which their loving
spouses have nearly monopolized at present.
Had they not better take the first evil which our correspondent complains
of into their own hands, and correct it before they become the helpless slaves
of a petticoat government?
[For the Union.]
There are two matters of importance, now that it is hoped a
new regime will commence, that should be looked to.—First, that no
officer will permit a married lady to visit his quarters, seeking favors, either
for herself or friends. Let
her husband come. These
"heads of families" are getting to be the smallest part of the
family, and the woman plays the husband, and owns all the property.
Let the orderlies at the door make the enquiry, whether the lady be
married? If so, turn her back, and
tell her to send her husband. Secondly,
leave no enemy in the rear—this is essential—otherwise, our Generals
and army will make a bad job of it. The
presence of the wife at the quarters of an officer is an evidence of the
disloyalty of the husband, and an enemy in the rear is a spy and guerrilla.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 12, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Murfreesboro.
It has been rumored for two or three days past that this place has been
pretty much abandoned by the rebels, and that only a few remain to attend to the
removal of the vast store of army supplies which have been collected there.
It is the opinion of refugees from that region, that a large amount of
stores still remain there, and that a rapid movement of our troops upon the
place would prove not only highly profitable to us, but very disastrous to the
rebel army, as it would strip them of a large quantity of flour, corn, meat and
army clothing. It would be well to attend to this without delay.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 12, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
When we advise our soldiers to put down this foul rebellion, we
don't mean that they must rob all the hen-roosts and geese-pens in the country.
We mean foul rebellion, boys, not fowl rebellion.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 12, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Summary: Theatre.
"Miser's Daughter; or, The Denouncer;" song; dance; "A
Kiss in the Dark"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 13, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
The Jackson Mississippian says:
"One of our exchanges in Louisiana comes to us printed n the inside
of ordinary wall paper. The paper
looks quite respectable on the printed side, but upon opening it your eyes are
greeted with all sorts of figures, and what printer's type never had any hand in
stamping."
So the rebellion is driven to the wall.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 13, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
Summary: Theatre.
Prof. Worland in his Wondrous Feats of Strength; "Irish
Emigrant;" song; dance; "2-4-5-0; or, The Lottery Ticket"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 14, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Provost Guard; or, Captain of the Watch;" ballad; dance;
"Omnibus"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 15, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Secessionists of Nashville! You
who have encouraged such ruffians as Dick McCann, Bennett, Forrest, and John
Morgan, and at the same time complained loudly of the outrages committed by
Federal soldiers, please to read the following description of the conduct of
Virginia guerrillas given to the Richmond Examiner, by an officer in
General Floyd's command. You will
learn some profitable facts in doing so:
["]Terrible
State of Affairs in South-Western Virginia
From
the Richmond Examiner, Oct. 20.
We have some interesting account
of affairs in Southwestern Virginia, through an officer attached to General
Floyd's command, who has been engaged in recruiting for the State organization,
and in this pursuit, penetrated almost to the banks of the Ohio.
This gentleman travelled
slowly—sometimes on foot and then on horseback, from Wytheville to within a
few miles of the Ohio river, stopping at night at some grazier's humble cottage,
where he had a fine opportunity for studying the character and getting at the
views of the inhabitants. Many are
the wild tales told of rapine and murder perpetrated by the Yankees, Union men,
and, to our shame, it is recorded, by our own Confederate partisan rangers,
on the defenceless ole men, women and children, as well as on those who were
capable of bearing arms. Unfortunately,
the inhabitants of Southwestern Virginia have been divided in principles, and
the whole country, till the last few weeks ahs been in the very agony of civil
war, where neighbor is arrayed against neighbor, and often brother against
brother, and father against son.
We are assured that no one, who has not travelled through that section,
has the slightest idea of the horrors through which its people has passed in the
last year. Men would have to leave
their homes and sleep out in the mountains at night; no one could travel five
miles without running the danger of being bushwhacked. Much of this state of things is due to the mispolicy of the
Government.
Ruffians, in the shape of partisan rangers, were let loose upon the
country. Many of these bands were
not at all particular as to who voted for Secession, or who for the Union, but
committed brutal murders, stole horses, and plundered all they could lay their
hands on; even taking bed clothes and under garments of the wives and children
of men who were at the very time in the Confederate army.
The result was that many fled their pat at first, and after a while took
up arms against this troop of robbers and murderers, to defend their property,
their families and themselves; they were forced to organize "Home
Guards," and at length, taking vengeance on their oppressors, on some of
their marauding expeditions, became allies of the Yankees.
It was in this way that a reign of terror commenced in this unhappy
country, and continued till the last few weeks, when General Floyd marched in,
and, by his wise course, restored peace by bringing in the Union men, promising
them pardon if they laid down their arms. We
are informed that this course had the happiest effect, and everything was going
on finely, and recruits coming in rapidly to the Virginia State line, when
conscript officers, who would not trust their precious persons there until Gen.
Floyd's troops had cleared the country of the enemy, came pouring in from the
command of Major General Loring, that great and invincible hero, who, "in
less than one week, overcame the mountains and the enemy," and now, for the
last six weeks, has been reposing on his laurels at Charlestown, for fear he
"might exasperate the Yankees to concentrate a large army on the banks of
the Ohio."["]
There are no doubt some very great rascals in our army, but undoubtedly,
for one thief, pickpocket or murderer in the Federal army, there are a hundred
in the Confederate army. If the
rebel army could obtain possession of this city, in less than one week every
parlor, pantry, garret, meat-house, chicken-coop, geese-pen, and clothes-line
would be as a shinbone which has been lying for six months in a dog-kennel.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 14, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
How Conscription Operates in East Tennessee.
The Greenville (Tenn.) Banner of the 17th has the
following on the way Conscription works in East Tennessee:
It really is amusing to hear the enrolling officers tell how the
conscripts talk and act, when they call on them for their names, age, etc. Many of the Union men have fled to the hills and caves,
thinking to avoid being sent to the army, others are claiming to be
manufacturers of saltpeter, shoes, etc. There
are more Government agents and mechanics than were ever known before.
Some men have bought or leased worn out iron works, calculating thereby
to be exempt. The move from cave to
cave, under the pretense of manufacturing saltpeter, and ever made any that any
one knows of.
The female portion of our community who are connected with Union men have
the hardest cheeks imaginable; they can outlie the devil.
They never know where their husbands and sons are; but when the enrolling
officers take the contrary course to what they direct, they are certain to find
the conscript.
There are more hip-shot, string-halted, broken-legged, knock-kneed, and
rheumatic-stricken young men through our country than were ever know to infest
any country before.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 14, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Captain Thingamy;" ballad; dance; "Limerick Boy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 14, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
Great Advance in
the Price of Paper.
From the Baltimore
American.
At the present price of printing paper the subscribers to newspapers are
scarcely paying more for their printed sheets than the prime cost of the white
paper on which they are printed. The
advance in price in the last ten days is fully twenty-five per cent. or nearly
one dollar per ream on the paper used by the American. But this is not all. We
are threatened with a still further advance, and the probability is that the
white sheet will soon cost more than the subscriber pays for the printed
sheet.—This condition of affairs cannot, of course, be sustained by the press,
and we look to a very general advance in the charge to subscribers and agents
for their papers. Some of the
Northern papers have already advanced from two or three cents per copy, and the
New York dailies are said to be discussing the imperative necessity of an
advance.
This increase in the cost of paper is said [to] be mainly caused by the
fact that the Government contractors are using rags in the manufacture of
blankets and cloth for the army, producing the article called
"shoddy." They have
bought up all the stock in the market, and will in due time force upon the
Government this miserable substitute for cloth.
Another cause of the advance is the Government tax on paper, and all the
chemicals used in its manufacture.
There is probably no species of business so heavily taxed as the
newspaper proprietor. He is
required to pay all those combined taxes on the paper manufacture, has an
additional tax of three per cent. on all the advertisements in his paper, and
pays the tax on all the other materials used in his business.
Then his income, if any should be left, is taxed, and unless he advances
the price to be paid by his readers, which will be light to them—the
probability is that he will at least escape the tax n incomes.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 16, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"A Tale of Blood; or, The Idiot Witness;" ballad; dance; "Toodles"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 16, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Col. Gillem, Provost Marshal, arrested one hundred and twenty soldiers
the other [cut off] and lodged them in the work house. We trust that he will
soon be able to put a [cut off] to the lawless acts of straggling soldiers, and
other persons, which have [cut off]
disgraced our city. Every good [cut
off] will aid him to the utmost of his [cut off]
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 16, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Passes.
The pass system appears to be in worse harrassment and confusion than
ever. Nobody seems to know where to
get passes properly vouched, and Generals, Governor, Provost Marshal, United
States Marshal, Secretary of State, and Provost Marshal General, are beset with
applications and counter-applications, from sunrise till sunset for references,
recommendations, signatures, and counter-signatures. If General Rosecrans will re[cut off] the matter to some
uniformity he will confer a great favor on the public.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 16, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
Texas.
A wholesale butchery of loyalists is going on, it would seem, in Kerr,
Kendall, Kimall [sic], and Gillespie counties, Texas, by order of the rebel
authorities. If the accounts of the
seventy-five Texas refugees who recently reached New Orleans are correctly
stated by our correspondents, the rebel soldiers in Western Texas, under
directions to take no prisoners in these loyal counties, are putting every male
inhabitant to the sword, and laying waste the whole country.
The four counties in question have been proclaimed by General Herbert
[sic] in a state of rebellion against the Confederate States, and his soldiers
are hounded on to a work of general carnage and rapine!
Despairing of the conversion of the people by peaceful measures to the
cause of the rebellion, this savage officer carries his point with fire and the
sword, determined to extirpate the communities he cannot proselyte.
The refugees in New Orleans say that their friends and neighbors looking
with the utmost anxiety for the result of Col. Hamilton's mission to the North,
and hundreds are watching and awaiting for the day when the old flag will again
wave in triumph over the soil of Texas.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 18, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Black-Eyed Susan;" song "Arkansas Gentleman;"
"Two Bonny castles"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 19, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
The Richmond correspondent of the Memphis Appeal gives an awful
statement of the progress of intemperance in the former city. He asserts that French and German women convey whiskey to
retail about the city, in bottles and bladders, under their petticoats.
When a grog-seller wants to set up a saloon, all he has to do is to put a
Dutchwoman "on tap." This
state of things is dreadful to contemplate.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 19, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"His Last Legs;" song; dance; "Soldier's Return"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 19, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
The Savannah Republican in trying to persuade its rebel friends
that they don't need leather for shoes. It
naively says:
["] Any substance which will exclude water, and which will endure
the rub and thumps given by the foot will do for shoes.
A hatter can make an excellent shoe out of the same felt, and by the
same process which he uses in making hats.["]
Very well, just try to shoe your "butternuts" with old hats,
and the lack of shoes will be more felt than ever.
By the way, we have an old hat which we will send you, if you need
it. There is a great quantity of
that material here. The Dixies must
really be badly off for the Republican says:
["]A farmer may make a very pleasant shoe out of an old wool hat,
by providing a suitable sole; and he may provide a suitable sole by
combining several thicknesses of felt with a little wax and resin, or wax and
India rubber, or tallow, rubber and resin inserted between the leaves, to keep
out moisture. Osnaburgs, boiled
in linseed oil and wax, and then blackened, would do very well for the uppers,
only it will require a lining of osnaburgs again to make it sufficiently strong
to keep the blackened fabric from defiling the foot. The skins of a pair of squirrels, tanned, would make a pretty
and pleasant pair of shoes for a lady. Soles
of shoes for men, besides the substitutes already mentioned, may be made of old
saddle-skirts, leather gin bands, gutta percha bands, several thicknesses of
tough cloth, of any sort, sewed together and saturated with the water-proof; or
they may be compounded of several things—the outer of leather or hardened
felt, the inner of cloth or double osnaburgs or duck, and between the two a
broad and flexible split of white oak, hickory, palmetto stalk, or birch
bark."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Few persons are aware of the great privation and suffering which prevail
among our poor. We are informed by
Mr. Fowler, the State Comptroller, that some two hundred families obtain relief
[at?] his office, and probably the number of those who apply for relief to the
County Judge is much larger.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 20, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"All that Glitters is Not Gold;" "The Old Sexton;"
"Shamus O'Brien"—recitation by Mr.
W. E. Sheridan; Dance; Song; "Taming a Tiger"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 20, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
A singular couple got married in Chester county, Penn., the other day,
merely making the following declaration in the presence of friends.
"We, Orson S. Murray, and Lydia P. Jacobs, make known to these our
friends, that we have chosen each other for conjugal companionship, in
prosperity and adversity, in life and till death. We ask no license.
We submit to no dictation. We
bow to no authority. We recognize
no God nor Almighty power to guide or to guard us. Our promises are to ourselves and each other, not to others.
Our trust is not in others but in ourselves and each other."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 21, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Provost Guard;" song; dance; "His Last Legs"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 22, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
The Women the Cause of the Resistance to the draft in Wisconsin.—The
opposition which the Draft Commissioner of Ozaukee county, Wis., had to
encounter was from the women, not the men.
The men looked on complacently. To
all appearances they were willing to go; but the women had no notion of letting
them, and, to prevent the possibility of such a disaster, they made a dead set
on the official with clubs, bludgeons, sticks, stones, &c., broke his head,
smashed the draft box, and in divers other ways put the Commissioner hors du
combat. The victim telegraphed
to Milwaukie [sic] for protection against the Amazons.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 22, 1862, p. 2, c. 1-2
Military Quarters.
Quite a number of private residences, in this city, belonging, we are
told, to loyal, as well as to disloyal citizens, have been appropriated as
military quarters, by officers of various grades.
In some instances these houses were occupied, and the occupants were
compelled to seek other abodes. One
case has been reported to us, where a subordinate, connected with the
Quartermaster's Department, ejected families from two different houses.
It is very certain that our officers, and soldiers too, should be
comfortably provided for in the way of lodgings, and the Government has made
proper provision for this purpose. Referring
to the Revised Regulations for the Army, published by the War Department in
1861, we find the following sections in Article XLII, concerning the
Quartermaster's Department. . . .
We have quoted enough from the Army Regulations to show that the
Government has provided abundant means for comfortably quartering its officers.
when it is unable to furnish houses for them, it allows them money to hire
quarters.
It is clearly declared that where houses, not belonging to the
Government, are absolutely needed for military quarters, they must be obtained
by a requisition from the proper authority; no officer is allowed to take a
house on his own responsibility; nor is there any expression, which would
authorize the ejection of families from private dwellings.
If what we have heard from highly respectable sources be correct, the
above regulations have not been observed in all instances, by our officers.
Officers have a right to rent quarters "when not in the field,"
but they certainly have no authority to disturb private families in the
possession of their homes, and seize their houses.
It is a very easy matter for an unscrupulous officer to call the most
loyal man in a community a rebel, and then, on his own verdict, proceed to
occupy his house. If this monstrous
assumption be allowed, an arbitrary and tyrannical officer may expel every loyal
family in the city, in turn from their homes, which the constitution of the land
expressly exempts from such intrusion. We
earnestly hope that this matter will receive immediate attention from the proper
military authority here. The army
regulations on this, as on all other points, are worthy of, and demand strict
observance. If they are disobeyed
the army will degenerate into a monster of tyranny and oppression, instead of
protection. It appears to us,
highly desirable, that the commander of the Department of the Tennessee, should
issue an order respecting the occupancy of private houses for quarters, which
shall leave no room for any future doubt, as to the proper meaning and intent of
the Regulations which we have quoted.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 22, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Daughter of the
Regiment;" song; dance; "Captain's Not a Miss"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 22, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Twinkley Twinkle.
A war correspondent writes thus from Jackson, in this State:
An officer of my acquaintance, who is inordinately fond of
"fritters," just dropped into a dwelling in Jackson, a day or two
since, where this delicacy was smoking hot upon the table, and very politely
asked to share the meal with the landlady.
She graciously complied, and asked him to be seated.
"Will you take these 'twinkley twinkle,' or on the 'dab?'" My friend was entirely ignorant of the meaning of these
terms, but at a venture chose the former. He
was soon enlightened. The ancient
female dipped her not-over-clean fingers into a tumbler of molasses standing
beside here, and allowing the drippings to fall upon the delicacy, presented it
to him as "twinkley twinkle." "On
the dab," was a spoonful of treacle upon the center of the
"fritter." In some hotels
sheets and tableclothes are convertible terms, and the former do double duty.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 23, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Othello;" song; dance; "Box and Cox"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 25, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Old Guard;" song; dance; "Naval Engagements"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 26, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Summary: Theatre.
"Giraldi; or, The Invisible Husband;" song; "Irish
Tudor"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 28, 1862, p. 1, c. 5
Tennessee Rebel Flag.
The Wisconsin Journal says that in the Governor's ante-room at the Capitol is suspended "a rebel battle-flag, some four feet long and two wide. It is a red cross, with eleven white stars on a blue ground, and is made of very cheap material. It has the following inscription attached to it:
Battle Flag 1st
Tennessee Volunteers,
Captured by
Private Rice, Col.
H, 1st Wisconsin Volunteers,
During bayonet
charge of the Regiment
at the battle of
Chaplin Hills, Oct. 8th, 1862.
Federal loss, 5 killed and 7 wounded at the point of capture. Confederate loss, by actual count on the following day, 11
killed and by statements of Confederate Surgeons 12 were wounded at the same
point.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 28, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Lady of Lyons;" dance; "Good for Nothing"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 29, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
From Central Georgia.
We have just received (says the Providence Journal) tidings from
old friends in Central Georgia, a family owning twenty or thirty slaves, and
possessed of a considerable amount of property.
They were accustomed to live generously.
They now have neither tea, nor coffee, nor sugar, nor salt.
Their principal food is beans and corn bread.
But little meat is to be obtained. The
ladies have cut up all the carpets and made blankets of them for the soldiers.
The negroes comprehend perfectly the purport of the President's
proclamation. Yet they are entirely
docile, obedient, respectful, and kind. They
say they are perfectly willing to work as before until the first of January.
they expect that then wages will be paid them. They desire to go on and work for their "old massa and
missus." It is reasonable to
conclude from these facts that the privations in the South are pretty serious.
When a family like that we have described is compelled to do without
sugar and salt, what must be the condition of the poor?
We believe that most of the negroes who have been treated decently will
follow the course of those we have spoken of above.
They will prefer to stay at their old homes.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 29, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Ireland as It Was;" song; dance; "Captain's not
A-Miss"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 29, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Hospital Library.
We are told that a movement is being made by some considerate and
philanthropic gentlemen connected with the army to collect a library for the use
of the inmates of the military hospitals at this place.
The idea is an excellent one, and if carried out will enable the
unfortunate soldier to pass many a day cheerfully and profitably, which would
otherwise drag heavily away. Doubtless
thousands will be happy to contribute useful and entertaining books to the
Hospital Library.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, November 30, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
A Southern
Mother's Sorrows
Extract of a
letter captured by Lieut. Truax,
in a skirmish with
the rebels a few weeks
since, at
Lavergne:
Washington County, Ala.
}
August 30, 1862.
}
My Dear
Son:
I feel lonely and distressed when I go to the door and look
towards your house. I think how
often I have seen by devoted son coming with his arms full of bark.
Oh! it fills my heart with
sorrow and my eyes with tears to think of your kindness and good feeling, and then
to think of your present situation. It
is almost more than I can bear. I
am now offering my house and forty acres of land for a substitute for you.
Mary is willing to it, and I suppose you will be also.
I intend to keep trying, maybe some body will take up my offer.
The Conscript has taken nearly all the men from about here.
Your most affectionate mother,
Polly Roen.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 2, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Soldier's Daughter;" dance; "Jenny Lind"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 3, 1862, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Stranger;" song; "The Irish Heiress"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 4, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Maid of Groissey"; song; dance; "Katherine and
Petruchio"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 5, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Ingomar; or, the Greek Maiden;" dance; "Limerick
Boy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 5, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
The Cincinnati Gazette says:
Over fifty thousand shelter tents have recently been issued to Gen.
Rosecrans' army.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 6, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
Summary: Theatre.
"Kate Kearney; song; "Robert Macaire"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 6, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
A stand of elegant regimental colors, embroidered n exquisite style, for
the First (loyal) Tennessee Cavalry, Colonel Johnson, has been prepared at
Cincinnati.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 6, 1862, p. 4, c. 5
Wanted, a Wife.
A young man, about seven and twenty years of age, who has not had the
fortune to get acquainted amongst ladies, wishes to get married, he therefore
requests all young ladies who may take interest in this, to address
H. P. v. R.............
Post office, Nashville, Tenn.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 6, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Serious Family; song; "The Windmill"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 9, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Hunchback;" dance; "Spectre Bridegroom"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 10, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Don Caesar de Bazan;" song; "My Neighbor's Wife"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 11, 1862, p. 1, c. 5
Those who are most ready to make a fuss about other people's want of
modesty, are often they who are themselves most obnoxious to rebuke. Thus, it was a shrewd girl, and not devoid of true modesty,
either, who remarked, when other girls were making fun of her short skirts and
white hose, and affecting to be much shocked at the exhibition thereof at a
party: "If you'd only pull
your dresses about your necks, where they ought to be, they'd be as short as
mine!" She was not troubled
any more.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 11, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Honey Moon;" dance; "P. P.; or, The Man and Tiger"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 11, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Sweet Potato Coffee.—The present prodigious price of good coffee has
suggested to lovers of the beverage an economical arrangement by which their
taste may be indulged, and yet their purses not too heavily taxed. A sample of sweet potato coffee was shown us yesterday.
Sweet potatoes, cut into pieces the size of coffee grains, roasted in a
slow oven for the same length of time that coffee is, and then mixed with an
equal amount of coffee, will, it is asserted, produce a beverage fully as
palatable as the genuine and original article.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 11, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Hospital No. 14,
}
Nashville,
Tenn., Dec. 9, 1862.
}
We, the undersigned, inmates of wards Nos. 3 and 4, take this means of
expressing our warmest thanks to Mrs. De Alton and Mrs. Anthony (the estimable
ladies who have supervision of these wards) for their unremitting attention and
kindness, not only in furnishing many delicacies which only the sick can
appreciate, but by kind acts and expressions of sympathy.
We shall long hold them in grateful remembrance.
[List]
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 11, 1862, p. 3, c. 4
A colored woman by the name of Mrs. Louisa de Mortie, has been reading
the American poets last week, in the Stuyvesant Institute, New York. She is described as a magnificent looking woman, complexion
of a flushed creamy tint, hair dark and wavy, eyes large and lustrous, features
oval and almost classic. Her voice
is superb—rich, deep and musical—pronunciation admirable, without the
slightest touch of negro accent, while her gestures are easy and graceful.
She hails from Boston, and has no doubt a fortune in prospective.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 12, 1862, p. 1, c. 3
The Fair Sex Defended.—Women say, they would be equal to the sterner
sex were they equally well educated. In
five cases out of ten they are just as well educated—for instance, amongst the
poorer classes; yet from them our great men rise—our great women never
do.—In music, women have ten times more education than men.
They begin early—they leave off late; and yet who ever heard of a great
female composer?—a Purcell, a Haydn, or a Mozart? Again, in cookery, women are carefully taught; but who ever
heard of a first-rate woman cook who could demand, like a Soyer or a Ude, her
eight hundred a year? No—man is
the weightier animal—the more powerful in brain and limb—sometimes even the
greater and more tender of heart. Women
have lately been knocking at the Edinburg and London Universities for doctors'
degrees. At the former they have
been rejected, and wisely so. In
acute and dangerous cases, we would all sooner trust to a man.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 12, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Iron Chest;" dance; "Stage Struck Tailor"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 13, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Little Devil; or, My Share;" dance; "His Last Leg"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 13, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Father Bimmel, a German Catholic priest of this city, was arrested the
other day by General Rosecrans, and sent to Camp Chase, for treasonable conduct.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 13, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Kentucky Sanitary Commission.
We find in a late number of the Louisville Democrat a very
interesting report from the Kentucky branch of the United States Sanitary
Commission, which will be read with pleasure by thousands of our soldiers at
this place, as well as by others who take an interest in the soldier's welfare. The members of the Commission are indefatigable and
enthusiastic in their noble work, and their praises are on the lips of
multitudes in the land.
Rooms of Kentucky Branch Union
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States Sanitary Commission,
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Fifth Street, near Main,
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Louisville Kentucky.
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Messrs. Editors: As the
operations of this Commission have assumed considerable magnitude, it has been
thought that its patrons and friends should be able to find in the public prints
occasional statements of the condition and actual workings of the enterprise,
with such abstracts of the minutes of the weekly business meetings as would be
of general interest.
Members of U. S.
Sanitary Commission,
Kentucky Branch.
T. S. Bell, M. D., President
Geo. D. Prentice,
Rev. J. H. Haywood, V. Pres't. R. C. Hewett, M. D.
L. A. Civill, Rec. Sec.
W. B. Belknap,
Arthur Peter, Treas.
Joseph Holt,
J. F. Speed,
R.
J. Menifee.
In addition to the more generally known direction given to the labors of
this Commission, it has had the exclusive care of the "Soldiers'
Home," providing for its weekly expenses, etc.; and now, with the
co-operation and assistance of Dr. Newberry, the accomplished and efficient
official representative in the West of the United States Sanitary commission, it
has the pleasure to announce that a more suitable building for the
"Home" will be immediately constructed, and in a more eligible
location than the present one, where greatly increased facilities will be
secured for promoting the comfort and well-being of the inmates.
In response to a request from the Commission at Washington City, a female
delegate was sent to the "Council of Ladies," to confer with officers
of that Commission in reference to securing needed supplies for our sick and
wounded soldiers, commencing November 22, 1862.
Extracts from the printed report of that "Council" will
probably be offered to you hereafter for publication.
Major Will C. Moreau has recently been employed by this Commission to
canvass for Sanitary supplies. One
of the results of his first trip was a contribution (through the influence of
one of the Committees of the Cincinnati Branch,) of twenty-three boxes and three
barrels of Sanitary stores.
You have already published the sum of $325, as the proceeds of the
concert recently given by the Anderson Troop, for the benefit of our treasury.
The promise of other entertainments, for the same good object, has also
been made.
An item of interest at the last meeting, was the appointment of a
committee to investigate the claims of a superior knitting machine—from which
great results are expected.
Report of "Soldiers' Home."
Soldiers received during three weeks, ending December 1, 1862, 253.
These men averaged five meals each—making total number of meals 1,265.
In addition to these, Mr. Maloan reports that three families of Tennessee
refugees, who had been deprived of all things except their seven children, were
provided with a supper, lodging and breakfast, and transportation to the ferry,
on their way to Indiana.
Timely aid has been rendered by Mr. M., to several sick men, in procuring
their pay, and securing transportation.
The following is a memorandum of Sanitary stores sent by the Kentucky
Branch, United States Sanitary Commission, Louisville, to the sick and wounded
soldiers at Perryville, Danville, Harrodsburg and Lebanon, from October 11th
to November 11th.
One thousand one hundred and thirty-two comforts and blankets, 821 bed
ticks, 486 pillows, 352 pillow cases, 25 pillow ticks, 2,210 sheets, 2,262
shirts, 2,341 pairs drawers, 725 handkerchiefs, 1,462 towels, 324 coats, 12
vests, 89 pairs pants, 191 pairs socks, 80 cushions, 6 pairs slippers, 1,397
lbs. bandages, 525 abdominal bandages and pads, 72 pin cushions, 1,167 lbs rags
and lint, 32 dressing gowns, 2 bolts calico, 1 bolt jeans, 20 eye shades, 61
pairs crutches, 20 canes, 260 cans fruit, 1,628 lbs dried fruit, 1,073 lbs.
butter, 40 lbs. cheese, 160 lbs. crackers, 234 lbs. groceries, 130 lbs. farina,
121 ½ lbs tea, 575 lbs. white sugar, 40 lbs ground flax seed, 50 lbs rice, 72
lbs. chocolate, 111 lbs. dried beef, 150 lbs canvassed hams, 675 bottles liquor,
wine and cordials, 16 bushels green apples, 103 bushels Irish potatoes, 21
bushels onions, 2 bushels sweet potatoes, 320 loaves bread, 157 fowls, 4 kegs
pickles, 2 kegs syrups, 3 boxes lemons, 50 lbs. chewing tobacco, 1 box ink, 298
dozen eggs, 1 kit mackerel, 5 hhds. ice, 40 sponges, 39 lbs corn starch, 43
packs envelopes, 45 quires paper, 1 box sardines, 69 lbs. Castile soap, 400 lbs.
German soap, 200 lbs. candles, 120 cans concentrated milk, 99 cans beef tea, 287
books, magazines and papers, 1 gross matches, 36 medicine cups, 2 boxes
medicines, 18 pairs mittens, 81 combs, 24 buckets, 100 tin plates, 100 tin cups,
34 wash bowls, 24 spittoons, 12 brooms, 5 coffee pots, 6 lanterns, 6 cotton
mops, 12 chambers, and 2 boxes tin ware.
At the rooms on Fifth street, the Commission has a commodious and
comfortable office, where those having business with it can find, during
business hours, Mr. John Patterson, the book-keeper, or some one or more of the
members, and to which the soldier's friend, male or female, whether resident of,
or visiting the city, is cordially invited.
L. A. Civill,
Recording Secretary.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 14, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"William Tell;" dance; "Poor Pillicoddy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 14, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Relief for the Poor.
The following seemingly stringent order from the Executive Office will
not be considered unjust by those who are acquainted with the suffering and
destitution of those poor families in this county who are the victims of this
inhuman rebellion. And inasmuch as
the persons whose names appear in the following list contributed large sums of
money in a wicket conspiracy against our Government, and exerted all their
influence to decoy poor men into the rebel army, we believe that all just
persons will applaud the course of Governor Johnson in compelling those who have
offended greatly, to contribute to clothe and feed starving and naked families
among us. It is enough to make
one's heart bleed to witness the sorrow and distress of the poor wives and
mothers who daily crowd the Executive Office for relief.
Hundreds and hundreds are reduced to the most heart-rending poverty.
Mr. Overton, who heads the list appended, placed his princely estate,
valued by himself, we believe, at $5,000,000, at the disposal of Governor
Harris, to further the rebellion, and now let him pay the penalty:
State of Tennessee, Executive Office,
Nashville, December 13, 1862.
Whereas, there are many helpless widows, wives and children in the city
of Nashville, and county of Davidson, who have been reduced to poverty and
wretchedness in consequence of their husbands, sons and fathers having been
forced into the armies of this unholy and nefarious rebellion, and their
necessities having become great and manifest and their wants for the necessaries
of life so urgent, that all the laws of justice and humanity would be grossly
violated, unless something was done to relieve their destitute and suffering
condition, the following assessment is therefore ordered in behalf of these
suffering families, from those who have contributed directly or indirectly in
bringing about this unfortunate state of affairs.
The amount annexed to each name may be paid in five months by
installments, the first payment to be made on or before the 20th
December, 1862.
All persons called upon in this notice will pay the amount required to
the Comptroller of the State, and it will be applied in such manner as may be
prescribed to the purposes for which it is collected:
[list of names with amounts]
By the Governor:
Andrew Johnson.
Edward H. East,
Secretary of State.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 16, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
Deeds of "The Master Race."
Mr. Kirkpatrick recently arrived in the East, from Texas, where he had
been acting, as a large railroad contractor, for several years. He makes some statements which illustrate the thoroughly
brutal and bloodthirsty character of the rebellion.
Among other facts, he relates the following:
"Upon the mere affirmation of a single individual, a cultivated and
interesting young man from the State of Delaware, was taken out one morning,
tied to the stump of an old tree, and burnt to death, for being suspected
of selling "Helper's Book." He
declared his innocence of the charge with his last breath, and dared them for
the proof. A father and two sons
were hung on the same tree, just above the town of Sabine, on the charge that they
were supposed to be "Abolitionists." The third boy, about fifteen years of age, was offered his
life if he would confess. He said
he had nothing to confess; that his family were peaceable citizens, and molested
nobody, and that if they wanted him to disparage the memory of his father and
brothers, whose yet palpitating bodies were hanging before him, they might go
ahead and hang him too. They took
him at his word, and in a few moments his boyish form was suspended by that of
his parent. Although there is
deplorable ignorance there, yet this mob does not consist altogether of such.
Doctors, lawyers, and sad to say, preachers of the Gospel form a
portion of it."
These lively performances of "the master race" of the cotton
States, who are descended not from plebeian stock, but from "English
cavaliers," are not novelties by any means.
For years they have been repeated at intervals in the masterly States of
Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, and Texas.
Mob law, or lynch law, has reigned supreme in those regions of violence
and bloodshed. A white
non-slaveholder's life is sacrificed at any moment there on the idlest
suspicion, with less hesitation than if he were a hog or a sheep.
A slave's life is of some value, for it represented dollars and cents,
but the poor white man is only an object of suspicion and hatred.
Even now he is dragged off by conscription to be shot down in battle,
while the owner of twenty blacks, lives luxuriously at home.
Nor has this violent spirit been confined to the ignorant only.
Look at Nashville during the reign of terror. who were on the roll of Minute Men, and Vigilance Committees?
Who denounced Union men as "white-livered scoundrels," who
should be treated to a "short shrift and a long rope?"
Preachers, physicians, editors. Among
the most intelligent leaders of the conspiracy, was found the greatest rage for
blood and murder, and every holy man of God seemed emulous of the crimson fame
of Sylla and Marius. And is it with
such leaders that the loyal men of the Republic are asked to compromise?
Humanity forbid!
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 16, 1862, p. 3, c. 3
Summary: Theatre.
"Madelaine; or, The Belle of the Faubourg;" dance;
"Bamboozling"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 17, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Richard III;" dance; "Nature and Philosophy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 17, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Emu's Eggs.—Among the recent curiosities brought from Australia to
London are three eggs of emu, a mammoth bird somewhat similar to the ostrich.
The shells of these eggs are hard as flint, of a dark green color, and
are used by the natives for drinking cups.
The settlers procure them, and mount them with gold and silver for use as
table bowls, cups, etc. Those in
England are as large as a good sized melon.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 18, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Follies of a Night;" dance; "My Neighbor's Wife"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 18, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Printing paper which sold in New York a year ago for eight cents per
pound, is now bringing 20 cents per pound.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 19, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Midnight Watch;" dance; "Faint Heart Never Won Fair
Lady"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Boys, Beware.—The attention of parents, guardians, and others
responsible for the good conduct of the "gay and festive" juveniles of
the city, is directed to the notice of our worthy mayor, to be found in another
column of to-day's paper. Christmas
is almost here, and the "hopes of our declining years" will no doubt
celebrate the occasion with hilarious demonstrations of every description.
But, boys, your sport to be lasting and wholesome, must be innocent.
Do not distress your parents by disregarding the kind warning of the
mayor. A violation of the law will
certainly bring you into trouble. Let
the "genial current" of your young souls flow through some other
channel, and let the noisy, fizzing, popping fire-crackers alone.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 19, 1862, p. 3, c. 4
The contractors for army drawers, in New York, the Sunday Times
says, pay the poor women who make them the exhilarating price of four cents per
pair, and one woman, at this rate, made the fabulous sum of eight cents per day.
As the contractors get forty cents and the women four, the former made
ten per cent. profit—ten times four being forty, as everybody knows.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 20, 1862, p. 1, c. 5
Orpheus C. Kers describes the search of the wardrobe of a secesh lady.
Taking up an article, the lady blushed.
He says: "At times, my
boy, woman's blush is the imperial banner of virgin Modesty thrown out to catch
the breeze that wafts the sound of coming rescue, and means "God
is my defence." At other
times, it is the eloquent protest of a fine intelligence which deprecates the
fact that would turn all its hidden beauties to the public eye, and means: Humility
is born of Genius. But in this
case it was the lurid flush of anger, and meant—a petticoat."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 20, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Richard III;" double Highland fling; "The Youth Who Never
Saw a Woman"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 21, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Satan in Paris;" pas de deux; "Two Bonnycastles"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 21, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
To the Ladies.—We are informed that the Military Police of this city
have adopted a rule to examine all females passing through the lines, who may be
suspected of carrying contraband goods, letters, &c.
The practice has become so common, that they have deemed it absolutely
necessary to adopt this course. We
understand some cases of the above character transpired yesterday, and we would
warn all females to avoid anything of the kind in the future, if they would
escape exposure. We understand they
have employed ladies for the purpose of examining any who may be suspected.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 21, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
A paper manufacturer on the Kennebec informs the Portland Press
that there is no lack of rags in Maine; that among those upon whom he has
heretofore depended for a supply he found one with ten tons, another with
fifteen, another with five, and so on, but all hold back, refusing to sell,
thinking to get, by and by, fifteen or twenty cents per pound.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 21, 1862, p. 4, c. 1
Refugees from Tennessee.—Twenty-five loyal Tennesseans arrived in this
city by railroad from Lexington, last evening.
We noticed at the time the arrival of over a hundred refugees from
Tennessee, by way of Lexington, on Saturday last. The Observer and Reporter says
scarcely a day passes that there are not fresh arrivals from that unhappy
district of country—stout, hearty men who are fleeing from rebeldom and
oppression.—Lou. Journal, 18th.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 23, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
A Lieutenant
Beguiled by a Secesh
Beauty and
Murdered.
The Leavenworth Bulletin, of the 15th, contains an
account of one of the most fiendish instances of rebel crime that has marked
their diabolical deeds during the war. While
the army was near Bentonville, Arkansas, last Spring, a secession young woman
often visited the camp, and made herself very agreeable to the officers.
A Lieutenant in the Second Indiana battery, named Masterson, became
charmed with her, and she pretended to respond to the passion she had created.
Their relations became quite intimate, and on one occasion she invited
him to visit her at the residence of her uncle.
He unsuspectingly availed himself of the invitation to spend an afternoon
in her society. Having been with
her about two hours, she went to the window and raised it, and at the same
moment twelve guerillas appeared and fired upon him.
he fell dead in the house, and was carried off to a mill-pond and his
body thrown into the water. Some
four days afterwards the body floated to the shore, and was buried by an old
man, and his son. After the lapse
of four weeks the body was found, disinterred and identified by the comrades of
the unfortunate Lieutenant. The day
after the commission of the foul deed, the following note was found under the
pillow of the young woman, written, apparently, on the eve of a flight in the
night time, to escape the search that followed the next day:
My Dear Uncle and Aunt:
I have succeeded. My beauty
which you have always told me was not worth a fig in life, has to-day
accomplished as much as the patriot General in our glorious Confederacy. I am content to offer my beauty, virtue, even life itself,
upon my country's altar. My
bleeding country demands the sacrifice, willingly I obey!
I cannot visit your house again until this war closes, which I pray God
may be soon, but when it does stop, I hope to come and receive the blessings of
you both on the head of
Your
Tomphino.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 23, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Othello;" dance; "Slasher and Crusher"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 24, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Summary: Theatre.
"Money;" dance;
"2-4-5-0; Or, The Lottery Ticket"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 25, 1862, p. 1, c. 6
Massacre of the
Germans in Texas.
Translated from
the Galveston Union for the Register
by Louis Altsfartter.
The Galveston
Union is a German paper, es-
tablished since
the occupation of that place
by the Union
forces.
Near the origin of the Guad Cape [sic] and Piedruales [sic] on Johnston's
Creek, several American and two German families settled but two years ago.
Contending against the roughness of the soil and the wild Indians, they
had no pleasant position, but they persevered, conscious of their courage and
their intrepidity, and the lower settlements owed it to them that they had less
to suffer from the raids of the Indians. These
border inhabitants received but little news about the condition of the country
and the events of the war. All at
once they were notified to pay war taxes and to drill.
The first demand they could not comply with, because they had no money,
not even cornmeal for their families, and the last order they could not obey
because they lived so distant from each other and their absence would leave
their families without protection. For
these reasons they were considered Union men and Captain Duff, a notorious
rowdy, was sent against the settlers with a company of Texans.
They asked the protection of their friends, but had to fly from the
overpowering number of their enemies to the mountains.
Many Germans and Americans were arrested and imprisoned at
Fredericksburg, and Captain Duff was reinforced by 400 men to operate
successfully against the German abolitionists, and hunt up the Yankees.
The soldiers again visited Johnston's Creek, but found the most of the
settlers had fled to the mountains. Fred.
Degener alone they surprised sleeping under the porch of his house, but awakened
by the cries of distress of his wife and the discharge of muskets of his
enemies, who fired 14 shots after him, he fortunately made his escape.
His house was ransacked and all movable property taken off. Other farms in the neighborhood were also searched, the
families taken prisoners and the houses burnt down.
Upon the news of these events Fred Degener and other fugitives concluded
to fly to Mexico; more exiles joined them and soon they had a company of 68 men.
But they traveled too slowly and before daybreak one morning they were
surprised by 200 Texans. After a
most determined resistance they were defeated and only 12 of them covered with
wounds made good their escape.
All fugitives which afterwards fell into the hands of the enemy were hung
up. Among these 68 men, only 5 were
Americans, the others all Germans. A
few of the fugitives escaped across the Rio Grande; others wandering in the
mountains and suffering extreme hunger, sought protection among American
families, but were handed over to their prosecutors and shot or hung.
To this news, Dr. Adolph Doual, a celebrated German traveler, who for
many years had lived in that country, makes the following notes:
"We know personally the most of these unfortunate victims, which
have been murdered so mercilessly—not because they rebelled against the
Government, but because they would not act against the Union and would rather
fly to Mexico. These murdered Union
men were some of the greatest benefactors of the State; they had done the
hardest pioneer work in it, cleared it from the wild beasts and Indians; they
had saved it to civilization through more than one period of pestilence and
famine; secured as borderers their present persecutors, the slaveholders against
the invasions of Indians, and done the best service as volunteers in the Mexican
war and the wars on the frontier. They
placed the arts and sciences in Texas as well as they could be found anywhere
among the American Germans. They
furnished the proof that they could cultivate sugar and cotton without the least
danger to health, and increased the riches of the country millions of
dollars."
The above related events are their reward for it.
Hundreds who succeeded in making their escape rove about in the woods,
having lost everything, some even their families. Hundreds are now chased like wild beasts through the
wilderness of Northwestern Texas, and succumb because of the most horrible
tortures, their fate never being known to their fellow men.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 25, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Kate Kearney;" dance; "Husband at Sight"
Friday—"The Serious Family;" song; dance;
"The Dead Shot"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 25, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
Imposition Upon Soldiers' Families.—Fortunes are being made, at the
expense of the surviving' friends of our dead soldiers, by undertakers and
embalmers at Washington. A bill of
4700 was lately paid, simply for embalming and shipping a body from Antietam.
The freight was additional. Speculating
undertakers locate themselves in the vicinity of every battle-field, and drive
their vocation among those who come to look for their dead.
Officers have no means of giving other attention to letters received
concerning those in their command, who may be killed than to hand over the
correspondence to some of those undertakers.
From their heavy charges there is no escape.
Payment in advance secures them from loss, and their motto is, "take
it." Habit renders them
insensible to sympathy. If there is
trouble in finding a body upon the battle-field, the cost is in proportion.
As high as $300 has been paid for this service alone.—Phil. U. S.
Gazette.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 25, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
No Paper To-morrow
The Printers of this Office as well as the rest of mankind will celebrate
Christmas. They have resolved to
devote the fleeting hours of this day to the participation of "good
cheer," and domestic merry-making, in consequence of which arrangement, no
paper will appear to-morrow.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 25, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Important Capture.—Yesterday there was an unsuccessful attempt made to
convey a large lot of "contraband" goods into Dixie.
But the thing was too thinly veneered to get through undetected.
Medicines, silks, cloth, shoes, boots, and a quantity of other articles
desirable in Dixie, were sewed up in feather beds, and thus hidden, they were
attempted to be smuggled through, but the vigilance of the guards was more than
equal to the cunning of the "amiable wench," & Co., that we are
informed undertook the job. The
goods and parties are now at Headquarters undergoing an examination.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 27, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
Summary: Theatre.
"Pizarro;" dance; "Omnibus"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 27, 1862, p. 3, c. 1
Capture of Contraband Merchandise.
The Police Department of the Army has been extremely efficient of late.
They have captured large quantities of medicines and merchandise, which
women—ladies, forsooth—have attempted to smuggle into the lines of the rebel
army. On Monday a woman who
represented herself as a "lady of honor" and high respectability,
procured a pass from the Provost marshal General, upon pledging her word of
honor, sacredly, that she would in no manner attempt to evade the obligations
imposed upon her to refrain from carrying letters or articles contraband of war
through our lines. Circumstances
caused Col. Treusdail, Chief of Police, to suspect her.
Accordingly she was placed under surveillance, and before she reached the
outposts of the army, she was arrested, and searched by a lady in the service of
the Government. Mrs. _____,
protested vehemently that she had nothing contraband concealed upon her person. Nevertheless, she was searched as respectfully as possible,
and a number of unapproved letters for soldiers and officers in the rebel army
were found concealed under her clothing next to her person.
Of course, letters and articles contraband were seized, but through
extraordinary clemency the "lady" was permitted to pass through the
lines. This person had pledged her
"sacred word and honor," that she would not deceive the military
authorities. Do the ladies of
Nashville permit their reputations to be thus libeled?
Will ladies whom men respect because they are women, thus forget
all claim to respect, and to the indulgence which common regard of men for women
would extend to them cheerfully and courteously if they would not compel men to
forget that they are women?
On Tuesday Mrs. Clara Judd, who represented herself as a "lady of
honor" was arrested at Gallatin, while attempting clandestinely to go
through the lines with a large quantity of quinine and morphine for the rebel
army. Mrs. Judd is now before a
Military Court Martial, as a spy. She
may spend the time between now and the conclusion of the war at Alton
Penitentiary.
The same evening another woman—who shall be nameless for pity's
sake—was intercepted while attempting to pass through the lines, because she
too, was endeavoring to evade orders from Headquarters, after she had pledged
her "honor" that she would not take advantage of the favor
extended her. She was searched by a
woman, respectfully. One of her
skirts consisted of heavy grey cadet cloth, partially made up for a rebel
officer's overcoat. Large pockets,
capacious enough to contain a peck of snuff, were found concealed inside of the
"skirt." Two pairs of
officers gauntlets were taken from her bosom, together with other articles
contraband of war, and letters.
Yesterday, still another "lady" was captured while wending her
way, suspiciously across roads to the outposts.
She, too, had procured a pass by pledging her "sacred word and
honor" as solemnly as woman could. In
her baggage was found one hundred and seventy-five ounces of quinine and
other medicines for the rebel army. Quinine
is worth $6.75 per ounce in Louisville, and $50 or $60 per ounce in the South.
Besides medicines, this "lady of honor" was attempting to
smuggle a large box of boots and shoes, assorted; rebel uniforms; men's
clothing, etc., etc. When the lady
was arrested, she sprang to the ground from her vehicle.
The concussion was so great that a string broke, and two pairs of
heavy cavalry boots which she had insecurely fastened under her skirts—one
pair too many for such a place—dropped to the ground.
All the foregoing articles were confiscated and turned over to the Post
Quartermaster, who will sell them on government account.
In this connection it is earnestly suggested to the ladies of
Nashville, that such practices reflect no credit upon them.
Their sympathies generally are with their husbands, children and
brethren, doubtless, but would they, if they are honorable men, justify their
wives, mothers, sisters or sweethearts in violating their honor even to befriend
them?
Furthermore, the Military Authorities [illegible] the ladies [illegible]
States, with all courtesy due to women. They
desire to be considerate and indulgent. They
will extend to them every privilege consistent with the public service, if they
(the ladies) will only be true to themselves.
Nothing is asked of them as a favor.
Everything womanly is desired in their deportment on their own account.
It is folly for them to attempt to evade military regulations.
While they are within the lines of the United States Army they are
subject to its power. That power
they shall not be made to feel beyond the requisitions of duty and the
necessities of war, unless they provoke that power against themselves.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 27, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
We heard the other day of a retort which was a dead-shot. A Kentuckian and a slave owner, married the daughter of a
wealthy Virginian, several years ago. On
the breaking out of rebellion, the old Virginian became a fierce rebel while his
son-in-law became an active Unionists. A
few weeks ago the old gentleman sent word to his son-in-law that he would not
give him a cent of property, or a negro, unless he joined the rebellion.
Kentucky sent back this brief but significant answer:
Sir:--I married your daughter, and not your negroes.
Very Respectfully, &c.,
We imagine father-in-law felt very much like crawling under the bed, on
the reception of this answer.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 27, 1862, p. 4, c. 2
How Men Act in Battle.
A writer in the Philadelphia Press gives a graphic picture of the
conduct of men under fire. It was
French's division of Couch's corps from which the description is drawn:
Steadily the brave fellows ascended the range of hills, two ranks deep
under a furious fire of artillery, flashing death's terrors under the most
fearful form; and gaily they climbed the numerous fences in their way. Men dropped, and broad gaps were made in their ranks but the
lines immediately closed, and were compact as before. The wounded silently fell.
All bosh about the screams of the wounded that we read in our books.
On they went until a blazing line of musketry stormed upon them from the
rifle pits hitherto invisible; and induced a halt.
Firmly they stood and returned the fire.
Up went the swords of the field officers wildly cheering them on.
Again they advanced. Again
they halted. Line officers ran
behind the men, picking up cartridge boxes of the dead, replenishing those of
the living. Back and forth they
went in the rear of their companies, asking men if their ammunition held, and
indicating location where shots might be effective, and encouraging them with
the hopeful words:
"Steady, boys, steady; give 'em h__l."
"Smith, are you hurt?" "Yes,
sir; my arm's broke." "Go
to the rear, my boy." Another
man falls. "Where are you
struck, Roberts?" "In the
thigh sir; I can't move." "Lie
still and keep cool; they'll take you away soon."
"Dennis, what's the matter with you?
Why the d___l don't you fire faster?"
"The ball's hanged the top o' me muskit together, sur, and broke the
baggenet." "Pitch it
away; here's another. Fire faster,
Jones. That's right, Robinson! Given
it 'em! Splendid!
boys, splendid! Down with you! there's
a new battery opening!" So it
goes, encouragement and reproof by turns, in quantities varied by the individual
vitality of the officer, interspersed with constant orders to lie down and avoid
the fire of batteries. "D__n
this knapsack!" says one; "I can't stand it;" and it is jerked
off. "This coat's as hot as
hell!" says another, and off it goes.
Terrible is the work of death! The
enemy in rifle pits have an advantage of three to one.
They pop their heads up, fire, and down they go to load.
"Oh, blast it! captain,
we ain't got no chance against them fellers!
we ought to have reinforcements."
This cry extends along the lines. Colonels,
in their visits to the companies, hear it from the line officers; it soon comes
to the knowledge of the generals, and after an hour's fighting, an order to fall
back is given, which is obeyed with a steady pace and but little straggling
toward the city.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 28, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
Summary: Theatre.
"Lady of Lyons;" dance; "My Neighbor's Wife"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 30, 1862, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Ingomar;" dance; "Slasher and Crasher"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 27, 1862, p. 2, c. 4
What to Send to Soldiers.
Those who are in doubt what they should send to their friends in the army
will do well to read over the following catalogue of items made up for general
circulation by a Western journal:
Ambrotypes in five pound cases; "Life of Josephus," in ten
volumes; patent Dutch ovens, full size; feather beds and pillows; ripe
water-melons; firkins of fresh butter; samples of last litter of pups;
baby-wagons for the use of infantry; sausage stuffers; castor oil in bladders;
frosted cakes in band-boxes; catnip tea well stirred; fluid lamps without wicks;
hair brushes; fiddle-strings in the original package; vases for flowers; ice
cream freezers; rattle belly pop in quart bottles; pillow cases stuffed with
head cheese; flesh brushes with directions for use; fresh eggs; sand to scour
knives with; pickles in jars; honey in little baskets; photograph in frames;
boot jack; French mode of raising trout; tea in caddies; hot water for waking
feet; nutmeg graters with handles; maps of the country on rollers; fanning mills
for fevers; tomato catsup in casks; boot-blacking in pint bottles; parlor
skates; Suffolk pigs for pets; empty dry goods boxes; lead pipe for bullets;
prepared kindling wood in bundles; flower seeds labelled; old horse collars;
mush and milk in pans; mouse traps; cinnamon essence for the hair; clothes lines
and pins; chicken gravy in bowls.
All such articles the soldier can as well carry as not, and if captured
the enemy will wonder at the inexhaustible resources of the North.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, December 30, 1862, p. 3, c. 2
Summary: Article
on a new National garrison flag—the left side is torn and crumpled
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January [before 7th, top torn off], 1863, p. 1, c. 4
A Woman's Idea of Men.
Men are strong. They do
things and don't mind it. They can
open doors in the dampest weather. They
can unstrap trunks without breaking a blood vessel, turn keys in a moment which
women have lost their temper and lamed their fingers over for half an hour, look
down precipices and not be dizzy, knock each other prostrate and not be stunned.
You may strike them with all your might on the chest, and it doesn't hurt
them in the least, (I mean if you are a woman.)
They never grow nervous and cry. They
go up stairs three at a time. They
put one hand on a four-rail fence and leap it without touching.
In short, they do everything easily which women try to do and cannot.
Moreover, men are so "easy to get along with."
They are good natured and conveniently blind and benevolent.
Women criticise you, not unjustly, perhaps, but relentlessly.
They judge you in detail, men only in the whole.
If your dress is net, well fitting, and well toned, men will not notice
it, except a few man-milliners, and a few others who ought to be, and to whose
opinion we pay no regard. If you
will only sit still, hold up your head, and speak when you are spoken to you can
be very comfortable. I do not mean
that man cannot and do not appreciate female brilliancy, but if you are a good
listener, and in the receptive mood, you can spend an hour very pleasantly
without it, but a woman finds out in the first three minutes that the fringe on
your dress is not a match. In four,
she has discovered that the silk of your sleeves is frayed at the edge; in five,
that the binding at the heel of your boot is worn out.
By the sixth, she has satisfactorily ascertained what she suspected the
first moment she "set her eyes on you," that you trimmed your bonnet
yourself. The seventh assures her
that your collar is only "imitation;" and when you part at the end of
ten minutes, she has calculated with tolerable accuracy the cost of your dress,
has leveled her mental eyeglass at all your innocent little subterfuges, and
knows to a dead certainty your past history, present circumstances and future
prospects. Well, what harm if she
does? None in particular.
It is only being stretched on the rack a little while.
You have no reason to be ashamed, and you [rest cut off]
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January [after the 3rd,
before 7th, top torn off], 1863, p. 1, c. 6
The First Presbyterian Church formerly Dr. Edgar's—has been taken for a
hospital for our wounded soldiers. The
pews were taken out on Sunday, and cots placed for the accommodation of ten
hundred and forty patients. The
rooms are well adapted to the purpose for which they have been taken, and our
unfortunate soldiers will be as comfortably situated there as possible.
Other buildings have been taken for the same use, and several more,
including churches, will be. The
wounded must be well cared for at all hazards.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January [before 7th, top
torn off], 1863, p. 2, c. 5
In these days of cheap coffee, or rather cheap substitutes for it, our
farmers may well turn their attention to the raising of some things which may be
a new source of profit. For
Chicory, the land should be thoroughly and deeply plowed and well manured.
Sow the seeds in drills a foot apart; a pound will sow a quarter of an
acre. It is also good as a fodder
crop sown broadcast at the rate of twelve pounds to the acre.
It can be cut three or four times during the season.
Stock are said to be fond of it and thrive well upon it.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January [before 7th, top
torn off], 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre:
"Paul Pry;" dance; "The Two Turtles"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 7, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre:
"The Hunchback;" dance; "The Swiss Cottage"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 8, 1863, p. 1, c. 5
To All Humane Persons.
We are informed officially that supplies of clothing, bandages, and other
articles will be much needed in the hospitals for wounded Confederate and
Federal soldiers. The ladies
especially are notified that their services for the relief of the afflicted,
will be very acceptable at present. Let
this humane work be attended to at once.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 8, 1863, p. 1, c. 5
Aid for the Wounded at Murfreesboro.
The severe battle just fought will make large demands in behalf of our
gallant suffering soldiers. The
Sanitary Commission has sent forward about two hundred boxes to Nashville within
three days, but the number of wounded men is so great that large additions must
yet be made to the supplies. Our
fellow citizens are earnestly requested to send to the Sanitary Rooms, on Fifth
street, between Main and Market, Monday morning, any contributions in their
power to make, especially of stimulants and nourishing articles.
The Cleveland Society has done nobly, having in response to the call of
Dr. Newberry, sent one hundred and sixty boxes in a single shipment.
It is but a few days since a hundred boxes were received from the same
society and forwarded to Memphis. Thus
constantly is it working, and most effectually, in the great cause.—Lou.
Journal, 5th inst.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 8, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
Delegation of Surgeons from Indiana to Murfreesboro.
Gov. Morton, the patriotic and ever-active Governor of Indiana, started a
delegation of Surgeons, a few days ago, to Murfreesboro'.
The Surgeons, twenty in number, arrived here on Tuesday night, and we
suppose left for Murfreesboro' yesterday. The
order of Governor Morton, is for them to go where they can be most serviceable
to the Indiana soldiers. The
delegation is under the charge of Dr. C. J. Wood.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 8, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Maid of Croissey;" dance; "Katherine and Petruchio"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 9, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
From the Battle-field of Murfreesboro', or Stone's River.
A gentleman connected with our office on last Tuesday visited the field
of the late bloody battle of Murfreesboro', or Stone's River, as we learn it
will be designated in the report of General Rosecrans, and returned to the city
on Wednesday. . .
Murfreesboro is one vast hospital, nearly every house having more or less
wounded in it, the farm-houses for miles along the various roads are also used
for the same purpose. The town was
not harmed during the fight, except V. D. Cowan's residence which was burned by
the rebels, being filled with their stores.
Nearly all the citizens of the town had left, and fled South, or to what
they deem safer retreats in the country. Every
residence almost has been surrendered to the unrelenting Genius of War, who
spares nothing in his relentless career. The
federal and rebel wounded are placed promiscuously together and doubtless it
would be not only curious, but instructive to listen to the conversations of the
soldiers who in an evil hour, were persuaded to attempt the destruction of this
Government. May a kind Providence
quickly inspire them with a better feeling.
The miserably little village of Lavergne, between here and Murfreesboro,
which lately contained some thirty dwellings has suffered the righteous penalty
of its treason, and villainy, and now is a heap of smouldering ashes.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 9, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"London Assurance;" dance; "Limerick Boy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 10, 1863, p. 1, c. 1
First Baptist Church.
This church having been taken for a Hospital, we are requested to state
that arrangements have been made to hold the regular sessions of the Sunday
School in the room formerly occupied by the Young Men's Christian Association,
College street, between Union and the Square.
The children belonging to this Sabbath School will, therefore, assemble
at 9 o'clock, Sunday, 11th inst., at the place designated.
Divine service at 11 o'clock, same day, by Rev. Dr. Howell.
The congregation usually worshipping at the First Baptist Church, as well
as the public, are respectfully invited to attend.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 10, 1863, p. 1, c. 2
Sutlers will find it to their interest to call at Mauzy, Wilson &
Co.'s corner Deaderick and Cherry streets, where they can supply themselves with
all kinds of Tobaccos, Cigars, Officers' Overshirts, Undershirts, Drawers,
Gauntlets and Gloves, Candles, Soap, &c., &c.
Call and see them.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 10, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Damon and Pythias;" dance; "Soldier's Return"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 11, 1863, p. 1, c. 1
Flag Presentation.
The citizens of the counties of Clermont and Brown, Ohio, having
presented the 59th Regiment, O. V's, a beautiful stand of colors, the
same was formerly presented to the regiment on Christmas day by Col. J. P.
Fyffe, late commander of that regiment, now commanding the 2d Brigade, 3d
Division of the left wing, 14th U. S. Army Corps.
This Brigade did themselves and their commanders great honor in the late
severe engagements before Murfreesboro, and we take great pleasure in publishing
the remarks made by the Colonel on the occasion above referred to:
Ladies, Officers and Soldiers of the 59th
Regt., O. V. I.:
On behalf of the gallant Lieut. Johnson, and the friends of the 59th,
I am here on this Christmas day to present to you a stand of colors.
This is no ordinary flag presentation to new and untried men.
Upon its shining folds I read Ivy Creek, Shiloh, Corinth, Perryville,
Crab Orchard. They speak eloquently
of deeds already performed, while our hearts grow sad when we remember a Nelson,
Sargeant, Ham, Hinds, Kikby, Raper, Parker, Bishop, Buchanan, and others who
come not to our sides when is heard the alarm drum, and who answer not here at
roll-call.
Nor is this an ordinary Christmas, with its festivities and merrymakings.
The daily and nightly detonations that stun the ear, are not mimic, but the
stern voice of real war, which even now while I speak, admonishes me to be
brief. I see by the flashing cheek
and kindling eye you note it.
The soft south wind brings the sound, like low muttering thunder, from
McCook's front. It is the
irregular, unhealthy, feverish pulse of battle.
In truth this is no ordinary presentation on Christmas.
Off farther to the left, is the Hermitage; over there to the right,
almost in view of our proceedings in the wood, are the pickets of an army
fighting under a strange flag, over the grave of Andrew Jackson, of Tennessee,
for a false doctrine, invented by John C. Calhoun, of South Carolina, and even
that is only to cover to their real object.
But to the flag. Your frayed
and stained emblem of the "Old Glory," presented to us by the fair
ladies of Maysville, Kentucky, by the hands of your honorary and honored member,
Mr. Hamilton Gray, will be carefully preserved.
Ever cherished will be the recollections associated with it.
Yours has been an eventful history.
Ever on the outpost as the wave of war rolled on or receded.
It has been your fate to be always in front, next the enemy in the effort
to stay it ere it culminated in the vast conflagration of two revolutions.
In conclusion, allow me to say, when for a short period of time I was
lately among your friends at home, it was a source of high gratification to me,
to hear the encomiums passed upon you by those who had long and anxiously
watched your course, and who wait to give you kindly greetings on your return.
To your hands, Col. Howard, for the regiment, on behalf of the donors, I
now transfer the colors. It is
peculiarly gratifying to me, Colonel, to place these honored emblems in the
hands of one who, in years gone by, followed their gleaming, with the lamented
Lowe and myself, when we in other lands together, climbed the lofty Siera Madra
[sic], among whose rugged ridges loomed up grandly the snowy peaks of Ichtawalt
and Grizaba, who together trod the far famed table lands of Mexico, and wandered
amid the orange groves and flowery Almedas of the "City of the
Angels." I feel assured while
you command the regiment, the beautiful present of our friends will never be
tarnished.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 11, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Invisible Husband;" dances; "Robert Macaire"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 12, 1863, p. 1, c. 3
Embalming the Dead—A Process Practicable to All.
The modern processes by which the bodies of officers and soldiers of the
army have been embalmed and restored to their friends is not the least of the
blessings which science has bestowed upon the world since the beginning of the
war. The expense of this process,
in most cases, places its advantages beyond the reach of people of moderate
means. Those who have adopted the
business as a profession, are in some cases, extortionous in their charges,
particularly where officers are the subjects; and the whole matter is surrounded
by professional secrecy impenetrable to persons of unscientific tastes.
A matter of so great general utility and importance should not be
monopolized or turned wholly to individual emolument.
It may not be out of place to give, in this connection, a simple recipe
by which any physician or surgeon of ordinary capacity can embalm the dead, and
preserve them from decomposition or putrefaction for a length of time to answer
all practical requirements. The following was handed to me shortly after the
battle of Antietam, by the Medical Director of the Ninth Army Corps:
The liquid chloride of zinc injected into the cerebral or femoral artery,
will preserve bodies from decomposition or putrefaction for a great length of
time.
The mode of obtaining this liquid is to take (say) one quart of
hydrochloric acid to an earthen vessel, and add small pieces of zinc until
reaction ceases.
The liquid may be diluted in the proportion of one part to four of water.
From one quart to three pints of this dilution chloride of zinc will be
sufficient to effect the purpose desired.
H. W. Rivers,
Surgeon of
Volunteers, and Medical Director
Ninth Army Corps.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 12, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Naval Engagements;" dance; "Temptation; or, The Irish
Emigrant"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 13, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
Reading Room.
We are pleased to see that our enterprising friend, Mr. Tom W. Neal, has
opened in connection with his News Depot, No. 62 Cherry street, a nicely
furnished Reading Room where may be found, on file, many of the latest,
most popular and influential Newspapers published in the United States.
As this is the only institution of the kind in our city, we predict it
will not be long before Mr. Neal's Reading Room becomes a place of popular
resort for those who wish to glean the latest news from all parts of the
country. Admission per week 24
cts—per month 50 cts. Remember, No. 62 Cherry Street.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 14, 1863, p. 1, c. 3
Fruits of Secession.
The following is an abstract of a letter from a foreign gentleman, dated
Charleston, S. C., December 13, 1862:
"We arrived at Charleston four days after leaving New York, and,
although I had not made myself any illusions, yet I did not expect to find this
city such as it is; in truth, at first, and particularly in certain quarters, it
seems like a vast cemetery, and there are scarcely two or three streets
sufficiently animated to dispel this impression.
"Ever since the beginning of the blockade every day some families
moved away to retire into the interior, and of late this emigration has become
almost general.—All who have been able to follow this movement, men, women,
old men and children have gone, and I believe to-day there are not twenty ladies
left in the place. Consequently
there can be nothing more sad, I assure you, that these fine streets in which
you often do not meet ten persons in their entire length; nothing so sad as
these fine houses without life, their balconies and gardens deserted, and their
windows closed—silent and funereal, as though death had passed there!
Add to this fact that nearly one-third of the city is in ruins, the
effect of the terrible fire which devastated Charleston about a year ago, and
you will scarcely have an idea of the sad spectacle that presented itself to the
eyes here on every side. The more
sad for me as the transition had been so sudden and I had my mind sill full of
New York, &c., &c.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 14, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Satan in Paris;" dance; "Slasher and Crasher"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 14, 1863, p. 4, c. 2
To Lessees of Market Stalls, and Others.
The first assistant clerk of the Market request the attention of all
persons occupying stalls in the Market-house, as well as of those desiring to
lease such stalls, to the 8th section of an act entitled "An Act
to bring into one the several laws relating to the Market-house," which
reads as follows:
Sec. 8 On or before the
first day of January, in each year, the First Assistant Clerk of the Market
shall lease out the stalls of the market, under the Mayor's direction.
He shall take from each lessee a lease with good security, to be approved
by the Mayor, for the payment of
the rent quarterly in advance. The
form of the lease shall be made out by the Recorder.
Applications may be made to the undersigned at the office in the Market
house.
Thomas McCarthy,
First Assistant Clerk of the Market-House.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 15, 1863, p. 2, c. 4
Summary: Theatre.
"Honeymoon;" dance; "The Two Buzzards"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 16, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"William Tell;" dance; "Stage Struck Tailor"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 17, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Important Arrest.
Our efficient city Marshal, John Chumbley, assisted by his active aid,
Mr. Danley, arrested yesterday evening about two o'clock, Wm. R. Presswood and
J. R. Walker; also, four disreputable women with them. The whole party were taken from a Daguerrean Saloon, where
they had repaired for the harmless purpose of being "taken,"
and succeeded far beyond their most sanguine expectations.
But we suppose that they will not like the picture as the position
is neither graceful or natural, and the case is not exactly suited to
their fancy—but the work is done, and it cannot be rubbed out.
They were suspected of being the men who robbed Mr. D. D. Dickey a night
or two since. They were escorted to the office of the Chief of Police,
Capt. Truesdail's quarters, where an examination took place, and the following
facts were developed: That
Presswood belonged to the First Tennessee Cavalry, and Walker belonged to the
First Tennessee Infantry. Money was
found on their persons, which was identified by Mr. Dickey, thereby confirming
the suspicion of their guilt. The
women were dismissed, but the men were committed for further examination, which
we suppose, will take place to-day. We
are glad to see the military and civil police acting together, as they have done
in this instance. Instances have
occurred where one arrest and the other release; but we hope that the same
spirit will prevail on all occasions that governed them in this.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 17, 1863, p. 3, c. 3
Summary: Theatre.
"The Female Gambler; or, Plot and Passion;" dance; "Paddy
Miles' Boy"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 18, 1863, p. 3, c. 4
Summary: Theatre. "Plot
and Passion; or, The Female Gambler;" dance; "Betsey Baker"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 22, 1863, p. 2, c. 1
To-night we bid a mournful farewell to gas-lights.
No longer shall their starlight luster gladden our eyes as we walk the
streets after night-fall. Disembodied
spirit of coal adieu. Tallow
candles we are happy to make your acquaintance.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 22, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
We hear that some of the secession ladies complain bitterly of the
restrictions placed by the military authorities upon visiting rebel prisoners of
war. They appear to think that they
should be allowed to converse with, and carry delicacies to these men who have
been captured while waging war against their country, whenever they see proper
to do so. They arrogate it as a right,
and not a privilege, to visit the penitentiary, and encourage its inmates
to persist in a wicked and murderous rebellion—a rebellion which is atrocious
abominable, and detestable in all its aspects.
When these prisoners were brought here the Governor's office, the
Headquarters of the commander of the Post, and the office of the Provost
Marshal, were crowded with secession ladies, eager to administer encouragement
to the consolation and rebel prisoners. Every
one else had to give way to these importunate visitors, who took possession for
a while of every office where a pass could be granted, or a recommendation
given. If this state of affairs had been tolerated the civil and
military officers of this place would have had to confine their attention
exclusively to granting permission to these ladies to visit rebel prisoners.
Now we are for treating the sex with due gallantry and attention upon all
occasions, but certainly courtesy does not require that a woman's unreasonable
demands should be granted; and experience and observation have convinced us that
there are some very reasonable women.
These female visitors, or nineteen-twentieths of them, have a heavy load
of responsibility resting upon their heads, for the existence of the present
civil war. Thoughtless and giddy
women, whose ideas of war had been gathered from books of poetry, and monthly
magazines, persuaded, coaxed, entreated, nay, even compelled their sons,
brothers, friends, into the rebel army. All
the nameless, and to young men, irresistible artifices and blandishments of
female society were exercised in the fiendish work of beguiling the flower and
hope of the Southern States into the dark den of treason, robbery and murder.
Ladies of high position cast aside their proper garb and became the
raving priestesses of civil war, brandishing in their hands the torch of
destruction, and thoughtlessly invoking on the heads of their kindred and
friends, and of themselves, a tempest of mingled fire and blood.
We could mention instances of their monstrous and unnatural work which
occurred in this very city where noble young men were wooed by the songs of
these Syrens, into the rebellion, against their own convictions of right, and
their avowed protestations—but we forbear.
On this most painful theme we have only to say, may God have mercy upon
the dead, and pity upon their living destroyers!
Ah, little did these women then realize the horrors of actual warfare;
the unutterable sufferings and agonies of a civil war, where brother is arrayed
against brother and where father and son are mortal enemies.
Woe to the State convulsed by so dire a conflict!
And a double woe to all its guilty originators.
The Government should banish all such visitors from every place where
rebel prisoners are confined.—These women who are so clamorous to be permitted
to preach treason to their unhappy victims, would do a great deal better by
doing into their solitary chambers and asking God to forgive their most grievous
sin. Instead of besieging the rooms of the authorities for the privilege of
tending the dying lamp of rebellion, let them hide their faces for very shame at
the work which they have aided in doing—at the thought of the widows they have
made broken-hearted; of the orphans they have turned loose upon the streets of
Nashville; of the young men, who have either perished miserably in battle, or
live to drag out a burdensome existence in bodily disease and suffering.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 22, 1863, p. 2, c. 3
We understand that Mr. Myers, of the city council, is about to introduce
a bill in that body appropriating the sum of $250 for the purchase of a stand of
colors to be presented to our gallant fellow-citizen, Col. W. C. Stokes and his
regiment, in order to manifest the admiration and esteem in which this noble
corps is held in the hearts of a grateful people.
We are glad to know that the services and patriotism of these brave
refugees from rebel tyranny are appreciated by the members of the city council.
The men who have voluntarily exiled themselves from their homes and
families, and sacrificed old associations and pecuniary interest, rather than be
false to their country, deserve our support, our love and approbation.
At the most perilous time in our city's history, when the military force
here was very small, when the surrounding country was infested with guerrillas,
and the services of a cavalry force were especially needed for our defence, this
regiment was organized, and in connection with brave men from our sister States
protected our lives and property. The
testimonial proposed to Col. Stokes, Regiment will be a deserved, and a very
acceptable one, coming as it will from the council of the redeemed capitol of
Tennessee.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 24, 1863, p. 1, c. 5
From the Richmond Examiner, Jan. 9
. . . We speak calmly, for we desire to excite no
anticipation that cannot be superabundantly realized. Consider tie innumerable delectations of this Metropolis.
It is the seat of the Confederate Government.
so careful has the President been in the selection of his associates,
that there is not a member of his Cabinet who is not profoundly versed in the
sciences and in ancient languages, while many of them speak Coptic familiarly.
The lowest messenger in the most obscure Department has history at his
finger's ends and the philosophy of abstraction in the palm of his hand.
A purity of life, a dignity of manner, an elegance in conversation, a
depth of thought and urbanity of disposition, mark each and every member of the Administration, and all their subordinates, to the degree which has never
been approached in the annals of political society, and which renders an
acquaintance with them a happiness almost unspeakable.
Free and cordial association with natures so lofty and so endowed cannot
fail to ennoble all who come in contact with them.
It is enough to move one to tears to think of the unapproachable
supremacy of the morals and manners of Richmond in the great future which awaits
us.
But it is not in high official circles only that the delights of Richmond
life and society are to be found. The
effete, vapid and conceited race of F. F.'s has been submerged under an
inundation of fresh adventurous spirits from all parts of the Confederacy and
elsewhere. The fantastical days of
the Wickhams, Gambles, Randolphs, Leighs, and Wirts has passed away for ever; we
rejoice in a new era and a miscellaneous population, troubled with none of the
ridiculous airs of the so-called gentry.
The olden times have passed away,
And glorious are the new.
Here is the sweet Baltimore plug adorning the corners of our principal
thoroughfares. Here are the useful
and industrious exuvia of the Departments at Washington.
The new man, the garroter, is here, though we see him not, save in the
prints of his fingers on the throats of the unarmed citizens. In the palatial stores on Main street, once inhabited by
Yankees devoted to the Union, we find brawny Italians vending apples at half a
dollar a piece, and nondescript Southerners selling minute plugs of wretched
tobacco at twenty-five cents. Stout
Marylanders occupy rooms at the cross streets and there throw away blockade
boots and shoes with reckless liberality. Able-bodied
refugees, from God knows where, swarm in our cellars and abandon themselves with
a noble self-abnegation to the traffic in putrid oysters mixed with mean
whiskey.
Substitute agents follow their unremunerative vocation in nameless
places; extortioners roll in the wealth accumulated from everything that the
earth produces, or the hand of man can fashion; bawds arrayed in silks of Tyre
and Sidon, and the jewels of Samarcand illumine and profume [perfume? profane?] our sidewalks; gamblers erect their sumptuous
towers on every hand; whilst, as if to crown this splendid concentration of
social ornaments, the verminous deserter parades his rags in ostentatious
defiance alike of civil and military authority.
The variety of our people is not their only charm.
We are told that the worn-out race which once inhabited this city, were
distinguished for their gentle manners. No
such effeminacy characterizes the lusty and enterprising population of the new
era. The spirit of freedom is
broadly manifest in them. It is
beautifully exemplified in the Italian fruiterer, who with difficulty refrains
from kicking you out of doors if you refuse to pay him a dollar an ounce for his
peanuts.—The small tailor becomes rich, is speechless with indignation if you
dare ask him to unbend his dignity in the contemptible operation of mending your
clothes.
The cobbler, once too happy to half-sole your shoes, scrowl [sic?] at you
furiously if you approach him on any such mission, now that leather is worth its
weight in gold. The saddler, the
gas-fitter, the grocer, the tallow-chandler, the merchants in coal and in
wood—in fact all who have ought to sell, indulge the insolence of pecuniary
independence to a degree which makes intercourse with them infinitely
exhilarating. The entire absence of
obsequiousness on the part of our modern shopkeepers is one of the most
encouraging features of the new times in this Confederation.
An exceedingly low estimate of the fascinations of a life in Richmond
would be formed, if the account should not include the nominal price of
provisions, the astounding healthfulness of the air, and the abundance of the
precious metals. Space does not
permit us to dwell at length upon these engaging features of Richmond existence
during the second war for independence. When
a poor man is compelled to buy offal from opulent millers at a price which would
stagger a millionaire, and when beef at 60 or 80 cents the pound, removes every
molar in the jaw of a man's head, and reduces his bicuspids to the circumference
of a cambrid [sic?] needle, (if he have the hardihood to attempt to chew it,)
every candid mind must confess that the journalist, who is generally presumed to
be indigent, has little scope for the exercise of his powers beyond the mere
recording of the markets and the latest sales at auction.
The eloquence of bare quotations transcends the abilities of any editor,
however gifted, and throws him at once into that vast herd whose empty stomachs
are an ample excuse for their gaping astonishment at the unprecedented altitude
in the charges for the commonest necessaries of life.
And if it were possible for the half-nourished body to withstand the
encroachment of disease it would be a consoleration [sic?] to the citizen of
Richmond to know that he dwells in a perfect storehouse of maladies, and may
take his pick at any hour of the day or night of the deadliest calamities that
afflict the human frame.
To be the prey of the most lingering and loathsome contagions is surely
not altogether desirable, but churlish indeed must be the sufferer, who in the
midst of his acutest agonies, cannot find abundant solace in the reflection that
he can pay his incompetent doctor in shinplasters, and that when he dies, as he
certainly will, he will be hurried in the suburbs of Richmond among a countless
throng of one-legged soldiers, courtesans, garroters and blacklegs.
Prices Current in the Rebel Army at Fredericksburg.
We make an extract from a letter of an officer of the army of Northern
Virginia, now near Fredericksburg. The
following is a list of the prices at which the luxuries of life are disposed of
"in thse diggius:" Examiner
newspaper 25 cents; Enquirer, 15 cents; Whig and Dispatch, 10
cents; apples about the size of a walnut, $1.50 to $3 a dozen; eggs, $2;
chickens, regardless of age, $1.50 each; butter old enough to speak for itself,
from $2 to $3 a pound; peach pies, about the size and digestibility of wafers
used in affixing the great seal of this Commonwealth to public documents, 25
cents each; sweet cakes, 5 by 6 inches, three for $1; candy, 50 cents a stick.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 24, 1863, p. 2, c. 3
Barbarity.
It is reported that the negroes employed as cooks, etc., on the
steamboats recently captured near the shoals by the guerrillas, were butchered
in the most brutal manner by their captors, who dragged them aside and cut their
throats. Our informant states that
they "stuck them as if they had been hogs."
And yet these rebels talk of the horrors of negro insurrections, while
they perpetrate atrocities which wild Congoes or Fejee cannibals never exceeded.
Why if anything could inflame the slaves to insurrection, it would be the
cowardly and barbarous murder of these fellows on the Murfreesboro road, and at
Harpeth Shoals.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 24, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
A Demoralized Soldier.
They tell a good story on a "Pennsylvania Reserve" man, at a
certain battle. He was running to
the rear (changing base) as fast as he could fly, when he was stopped by the
provost guard, who asked if he was wounded.
"Don't stop me! don't
stop me! I'm demoralized as
hell!" He passed.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 25, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
Is it not a little singular that a great many ladies, living not a
thousand miles from Nashville, who were eager to force their husbands, sons and
brothers into the rebel army two years ago, to be absent for three years, or
during the war, are importunate in
asking permission to visit them every day or two, after they are brought in as
prisoners of war, and fed far better than they were in the rebel army? Why should these ladies profess to be so solicitous about the
comfort of their friends who are held as prisoners, by humane Federal authority,
when they compelled these very friends not long ago to endure every kind of want
and suffering, by forcing them into the rebel service?
Where were their sympathies and tender affections then, that they did not
entreat their very dear friends not to engage in the rebellion?
We do not understand why it is that some of these ladies run after rebel
prisoners, particularly if they are officers, striped with tawdy tinsel, with
the most extravagant demonstrations of affection, when they coolly dismissed
those whom nature taught them to love more dearly into the very midst of
imminent dangers and great suffering, to risk their lives in support of wicked
rebellion. Perhaps the secret of
all this is that some people delight in sensations and outward demonstrations.
Some nations demand continual excitement.
We have known people who witness the most appalling scenes of suffering
on the streets, without the slightest emotion and retire to their rooms to weep
over the impossible sorrows of the last novel.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 25, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
The Union to be Enlarged.
If our paper-maker does not disappoint us or some other unforeseen event
occur to prevent accomplishing what
we had long since determined upon, we will present the next issue of the Union
in an enlarged and otherwise improved form.
It was with some degree of reluctance that we reduced it before; but we
stated at the time that it was not our choice, but necessity.
In assuming its new dress, we hope to receive, and shall endeavor to
merit, the hearty support of the public. Our
object is to render the paper acceptable to all; but as a friend of ours
remarked the other day, "actions speak louder than words."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 27, 1863, p. 1, c. 6
Rebel Women at Holly Springs.
A correspondent of the Mobile Register gives the following
interesting particulars of his brilliant achievements in the vicinity of Holly
Springs, Miss.:
["] Van Dorn took a by-way and meandering route through the swamp,
and came within eight miles of Holly Springs in the evening, where he bivouacked
his force until two hours before day, when he moved cautiously into town,
leaving the Texas brigade upon the heights outside as a reserve. As our forces dashed in from all sides, the entrance proved a
complete surprise, the breaking streaks of daylight showing the Yankee tents
with their yet undisturbed slumberers. A
charge was ordered upon them, and the torch applied to the canvass which covered
them. To paraphrase
"Belgium's" picture—
"Ah, then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And running in hot haste.
And cheeks all pale and blanched with woe,
Exhibiting Yankee cowardice."
The rapidity with which the tents of the enemy were evacuated was
marvellous; and, impelled by burning torches and rapid discharges of side arms,
the Yankees took no time to prepare their toilets, but rushed out into the cool
atmosphere of a December morning clothed very similarly to Joseph when the lady
Potiphar attempted to detain him. The
scene was wild, exciting, tumultuous. Yankees
running, tents burning, torches flaming. Confederates
shouting, guns popping, sabres clanking, abolitionists begging for mercy, rebels
shouting exultingly, women en dishabelle clapping their hands, frantic with
joy crying "kill them! kill them!"—a heterogeneous mass of excited,
frantic, frantic, frightened human beings—presented an indescribable picture,
more adapted for the pencil of Hogarth than the pen of a newspaper
correspondent.
The ladies rushed out from the houses, wild with joy, crying out
"There's some at the Fair Grounds, chase them, kill them, for God's
sake." ["]
This account of the conduct of rebel women, is from the pen not of a
Unionist, but one of the chivalry, who evidently delights in the story which he
tells. Doubtless these same women,
who exhibited such wonderful decency and refinement, on this occasion, used to
go by the dozen to the Headquarters of the commandant of the Federal forces, and
assuring him that "they were only women—did not take any side in this
war—all they wanted was peace &c., &c.—ask for passes through the
lines; per [scratch in film took out a line] them provisions. We hope the statements made by the correspondent of the
Mobile Register will be carefully remembered.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 27, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
Conscription in Franklin.
The doughty Forrest in his recent visit to Franklin, the county seat of
Williamson, had a lively time, in enforcing the Conscription Law. On arriving there with his cavalry, he selected a spot,
placed guards around it, and ordered all the male citizens in the town to repair
thither without a moment's delay. The
order was promulgated by dirty ruffians who galloped up and down the streets,
with menacing sabres. The citizens
obeyed, and hurried to the rendezvous indicated in great trepidation not knowing
what dreadful event was about to happen. Pell-mell they rushed along singly, and in squads, until they
arrived at the place, where the terrible ogre Forrest, the "rawhead and
bloody bones" of guerrilla warfare was standing with his brigands.
He ordered all who were within the limits of the Conscription
Law—except those who owned twenty negroes—to come along with him as soldiers
in the Confederate Army, and threatened to blow every traitor to the devil, who
hesitated one moment. One of the
unfortunate gentlemen, thus summarily mustered into service, the clerk of the
Court, named Robinson, approached Forrest, and asked to be allowed to go to his
room for a few minutes to make some necessary arrangements for this unexpected
campaign. Forrest replied by
drawing his pistol, and clubbing it, beat the poor fellow several times over the
head, gashing it frightfully. After
this exhibition of chivalry, the crowd walked off after Forrest, as meekly as
the negro-gangs which he used to lead to auction, when he plied his vocation of
slave-trader at Memphis.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 28, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Condition of Affairs at the South.
The following paragraphs from Rebel letters recently captured, give, no
doubt, truthful accounts of the misery the people are beginning to endure.
Letters like these, from the sufferers themselves, are the fittest
answers to the comments of Rebel journals and their sympathizers, that the
people of the South are as well off now as they were at the commencement of the
present war:
"Isn't this a terrible war? We
are heartily tired of it, and yet no prospect of peace.
I wish we were all with you. Richmond
is very much altered, and there is the greatest spirit of extortion among our
once liberal and hospitable community.
"By all means stay in Europe till there is a much better state of
things existing in this country. This
is my parting word of advice, and prompted by good reasons.
"We have long ago since given up tea, coffee, and sugar—only
keeping a little of the last for sickness; our rice lands, too, being so guarded
by the enemy's gunboats, prevents its getting to market, so corn has to be
substituted in a measure; bacon, upon which we feed the servants principally,
has given out to sides, and you may imagine how difficult it is for me to
provide for our thirty inmates at such a time, when bare necessaries are so
difficult to procure. Only think of
$40 for a small box of tallow candles; we have just bought them at that price,
and, in order to save them, burn lard, with a paper taper placed in it, in our
chambers. Not a yard of calico,
long cloth, or any other goods under prices which amount to an interdict; and
yet the gentlemen tell us most cheerfully that we have not begun to feel the war
yet. If it continues much longer,
my slender stock will give out entirely and how I [scratch in microfilm] the
girls and myself I cannot imagine. We
are manufacturing the homespuns all over the country, and many ladies are
getting them woven, but the demand is so great that the supply is inadequate. I have felt very sick for the last month, suffering constant
pain, and only keeping up by the force of a strong will.
God help us, and give us better times soon."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 28, 1863, p. 2, c. 7
The following interesting scene took place in the army of the Potomac not
long since. A chaplain wanted a
horse, and without much ceremony took one belonging to a Virginia farmer, but
his possession of the property was very brief, as the following conversation
shoes: The chaplain rode into the
presence of his superior officer, and was asked where he got that horse?
The chaplain says, "Down the road there."
The officer remarked, "You had better take him back again." The chaplain says, "Why, Jesus Christ, when he was on
earth, took an ass from its owner whereon to ride into Jerusalem."
The officer replied, "You are not Jesus Christ, that is not an ass;
you are not on the way to Jerusalem, and the sooner you restore that horse to
his owner, the better it will be fore you."—Hartford Courant.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 29, 1863, p. 1, c. 5
A Woonsocket, R. I., man is now at Richmond, engaged in re-dyeing the
clothes which are stripped from the dead federal soldiers on the battle fields.
An informant says he has seen hundreds of coats, and vests, and pants,
just as they came from the field of carnage, some of them stiff with blood, and
others perforated with bullet holes. They
are first washed and then re-colored. This
explains why the rebels rob our dead of their clothing.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 29, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Desolation of Northern Mississippi.
A correspondent of the Missouri Democrat, writing from Holly
Springs, January 5th, gives the following description of the
desolation in Northern Mississippi:
["] The roads are as silent and deserted as the fields. Mile after mile you ride and neither meet nor care to meet
any one on these solitary roads. On
four-fifths of the plantations you pass you see no living soul.
Oh some of the doors and windows stand wide open, but there is nothing
but emptiness within, and on others nothing but the tall chimneys, whitened by
the flames, remain. As you go
further and further over the hilly roads, you glance suspiciously backward and
forward from every rise in the road. You
fancy you caught a glimpse of something moving there, far across the fields, and
you pause in some place out of view to reconnoitre.
A squirrel leaps through the dry leaves in the woods on the other side,
and your revolver is in your hand in an instant.
In times of peace very traveller is glad to pick up company on the road,
but now the sound of horses feet, the breaking of a twig, the rustling of a
leaf, are signals of danger. Such
is the effect upon the country of "guerrilla warfare," for this
desolation and silence is not wholly attributable to the presence of the United
States army. It is the people of
the south who suffer from guerrillas, not the United States army.
Under the delusion that the whole North is about to tumble into anarchy
for want of cotton, the guerrillas burn the cotton and ruin the planter to
prevent some Northern man from risking his money in a precarious speculation;
this and the capture of an occasional straggling soldier, is the only harm they
do the North.
The pay of the guerrillas is what they plunder, and so they get it they
are not very particular who is the paymaster.
Now the old grudges against neighbors, the family feuds, for which the
South has always been notorious, are being settled, and every farmer is as
apprehensive of his neighbors as he is of the United States troops.
The people of the South have already discovered that they get more than
they bargained for in imitating the guerrilla mode of warfare.
In adopting the old Spanish name of 'guerrillas," they now see that
they also adopted the lawlessness, anarchy and brigandage of Mexico and old
Spain. This is the serpent of
secession biting itself with its own poisoned fangs.["]
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, January 30, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
Educational.—Grim visaged war seems not to have closed the public
schools of Cincinnati as it has those of Nashville.
The School Board of that city has now in course of erection two large
fine school houses. We should love
to see the time come when our schools will be thrown open and the "little
folks" of Nashville—now rusting in idleness—trudging merrily to their
recitation rooms.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 1, 1863, p. 2, c. 7
Summary: Theatre.
"All that Glitters is Not Gold"; dance; "Jenny Lind"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 1, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane.—Saturday, Jan. 31st.—The Court
opened business by calling the case of that expanding flower, Narcissus White,
who is not white, but a woman of color. She
was charged with entertaining slaves, for which she paid a fine of ten dollars
and costs.
Mrs. Flaherty was found guilty of violating the tippling law, and she,
too, generously contributed her mite of five dollars and costs to the city
treasure. . .
Mrs. King, who aspired to be queen of the liquor traffic, was
found guilty of tippling, fined ten dollars and costs, and sent down to reflect,
for twenty days, in the seminary kindly proved for such young ladies by our city
fathers.
Carl, a young man from Louisville, and a Mr. McLaughlin, from the Queen
City, were found in Smoky Row, having a jolly time and bobbing around generally.
They were brought before his Honor for disorderly conduct, and each paid
a fine of three dollars and costs, and left perfectly satisfied with their sight
of the elephant. . .
Mary Stratton, a colored speculator, was charged with smuggling goods
through from Cincinnati. Several
fancy women—Mollie and Kate—shrouded in the midnight loveliness of a
thousand clustering curls, were witnesses against her.
But Mary wanted her sister as a witness in her behalf, and at the request
of her counsel the case was laid over until Monday morning. . . .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 1, 1863, p. 3, c. 3
"In a Horn."—Since the gas works closed the inventive genius
of our citizens has been taxed to its utmost in rigging up temporary
candlesticks. On every hand we see
candlesticks made out of bottles—candlesticks formed out of
pepper-boxes—candlesticks wrought out of clay—boot-jacks converted into
candlesticks—and candlesticks made out of every conceivable material, and
formed into every fashion. But the "noblest" candlestick "of them
all" is the one in the business office of the City authorities.
There, alone in its brazen pride and glory, is an old fireman's
horn—the hero of a thousand fires—with its mouthpiece knocked off, converted
into the base use of holding an undignified tallow candle.
Barnum wants that trumpet-tongued candlestick, we know.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 3, 1863, p. 2, c. 7
Summary: Theatre.
"Serious Family;" song; "Irish Heiress"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 3, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
On last Saturday night, the authorities made a descent on the drinking
saloons and whisky shops of this city, closing them up instanter. We notice that some of them, having permits, are re-opened.
Hereafter we hope to see the rich dealers in the whisky traffic
prosecuted with as much rigor as the poor, who are driven to it through
necessity. On last Saturday we
noticed in our police report, the arrest of Mrs. King and Mrs. Flaherty, for
tippling, while other and richer dealers, equally as culpable, were not
molested. We deprecate the habit of
such informers, who, perhaps, drink as much whisky as anybody.
They go to the poor in the guise of friendship, and feigning sickness,
get a drink and then meanly inform on them, not having the courage to do the
same thing with the rich. In a
moral point of view they are as culpable as the venders, and a great deal
meaner. We want to see a change in this matter.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 3, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
Last night Nashville danced with joy at the reappearance of gaslight.
The streets glittered and shone in the dazzling brilliance of a thousand
diamond-pointed gas-jets; our business houses, saloons and hotels invitingly
threw open their doors to the passer-by. Throngs
of light-hearted citizens and soldiers tripped merrily over our
pavements; printers bade a happy farewell to tallow-candles and greasy
"cases," and all went "merry as a marriage bell."
May Nashville continue thus until the millennium!
So mote it be.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 4, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Daughter of the Regiment;" song; dance; "The Young
Widow"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 5, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"The Follies of a Night;" song; dance; "Swiss Swains"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 5, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
Soldiers Remembered at Home.—About two weeks since Messrs. Weyman,
Hill, Young and McClure, all of Pittsburg, Pa., arrived here on the fleet,
having in charge over one hundred boxes of clothing of all kinds, preserved
fruit, and, in short, every imaginable delicacy and comfort that are so grateful
to the sick and wounded soldier. This
liberal donation was made by the Subsistence Committee of Pittsburg, on very
short notice. This society has
faithfully and nobly ministered to the wants of soldiers during the present
unholy war, and they are still untiring in their acts of angel-like mercy and
benevolence. Mr. Weyman has already
forwarded a large amount of the above-mentioned articles to the needy at
Murfreesboro—the balance being distributed in the hospitals of our city by a
few Union ladies. Mr. Weyman's
benevolent face is still to be seen on our streets superintending the
distribution of many good things, in places where they seem to be most needed.
Our fellow-townsman, Mr. Wm. Lyon, stored the above articles in his
business house "without money and without price," besides giving other
valuable assistance to Mr. Weyman.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 6, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Therese; or, The Orphan of Geneva; song; "Betsey Baker"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 6, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
[Official
Correspondence of the Louisville Journal.]
No More Visitors
to Murfreesboro.
Headquarters, Department of the Cumberland,
}
Murfreesboro, Jan. 30, 1862.
}
Gentlemen: I am directed to
request that you will notify the public that Gen. Rosecrans deeply regrets that
the necessities of the public service prevent him allowing even the loyal
citizens of the North to visit Murfreesboro for the purpose of seeing sick and
wounded friends, or on private business, especially those who desire to remove
the remains of the dead.
The wounded and sick in the hospitals at Murfreesboro receive every
attention possible. There are no
accommodations here for strangers, and the Nashville and Murfreesboro pike is
already so much worn and cut up that it will not accommodate the regular
Government transportation.
Such notice may save many persons the time and expense of making visits
to Nashville and back.
Respectfully,
Your obedient servant,
G. P. Thurston, Capt. and A.D.C.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 7, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Beauty and the Beast;" "Paris in 1793; or, Delicate
Ground"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 7, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
The destitute of this city owe a debt of gratitude to Mr. Spencer
Chandler, who tried faithfully to collect the assessment for the destitute.
This labor with but little success has been performed without charge or
pay.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 8, 1863, p. 2, c. 6
Summary: Theatre.
"Time Tries All;" song; "Spectre Bridegroom"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 8, 1863, p. 3, p. 2
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane.—Saturday, Feb. 7th. . . .
Two fancy women were up for being riotously inclined.
As they submitted their case and quietly paid their bill, this time
we will not mention their names. . .
Frank Berthol was up on two charges.
His first was disorderly conduct with a negro, for which he was fined
five dollars and costs. The
next—shame on the man—was for abusing his wife.
He was up for the same offence a few months ago.
He then made good promises to the Recorder, and got off with a nominal
fine. This time the evidence of
officer Davis, and others, being so strong against him, he was made to pay a
fine of twenty-five dollars and costs.
It is to be hoped, that if he is ever up again to answer for such an
outrage, the Recorder will send Mr. Frank Berthol to the work-house for one
hundred days. . . .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 8, 1863, p. 3, c. 3
Military Hospital No. 6.
The following communication makes some statements in reference to the
above named Hospital which ought to be investigated.
Of course we know nothing of the truth of the charges, but as the
Hospital is a public institution, and the author has left us his name, as a
responsible person, the matter ought to be looked into:
No. 6 Hospital, Nashville, Tenn.
}
Thursday, Feb. 5, 1863. }
Mr. Editor:--With your permission, and through the columns of your paper,
(in behalf of the Nurses, and part of the Wardmasters in the above named
Hospital,) I would ask the proper authorities:
What is the cause of the said Wardmasters and Nurses having to subsist
wholly upon "bread and coffee, and bean or vegetable soup, with an
occasional piece of meat which is simply warmed—not cooked—through?"
In the soup the Nurses occasionally find a "bean," which
affords considerable gratification to the finder, while others feel slighted.
It is folly to describe the wrong doings connected with this Hospital;
but an examination by the "proper Authorities" will find, to their
utter astonishment, that the Nurses—"soldiers"—are not getting as
good nor substantial living as the negroes that are loitering about the kitchen,
doing little or nothing and getting their regular sleep, while the Nurse is
obliged to lose sleep and do considerable disagreeable work, and live principally
upon bread and coffee.
What becomes of all the "Potatoes," "Butter,"
"Eggs," "Onions," "Canned Oysters,"
"Apples," and a whole host of other things too numerous to mention?
All of these things are seen coming into said Hospital, and having a fair
opportunity of knowing that the Nurses do not get any of them, nor do the
sick get the half.
Will not some kind "Authority" attend to this matter?
Forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
One Interested.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 8, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
The Poor of Nashville.—Before this unrighteous war burst like a
storm-cloud over our once happy land, one source of [illegible] pride to the
citizens of Nashville, was the proud fact that the poor and needy of our now
war-torn city were always kindly remembered and generously succored in the drear
season of winter. From time
immemorial, the noble duty of seeking out and ministering to the wants of the
poor has been performed by our less ill-favored townsmen with a cheerfulness and
fidelity which no terms of praise can quality.
Who does not remember the herculean labors of the lady managers of our
Orphan Asylum, and the disinterested charity of our societies, churches, and
business men, in times when kind words and good deeds, were more potent than the
physician's skill to save life and health?
Were Nashville depending alone upon her boast of charity for a warm
corner in the heart's affection of posterity, she would have no cause to envy
the rest of the world—she still would glitter and shine the brightest orb in
the firmament of good deeds. As it
is, the very angels will applaud the acts of godliness to which the hearts and
fortunes of our citizens have contributed, and of which the suffering poor were
the objects.
In these unfeeling times, when the war god has obliterated in man almost
every fine feeling and noble thought, and self reigns with an iron rod in
the hearts of many, it is peculiarly gratifying to note that the poor, whom we
"always have with us," are not altogether forgotten.
With the half or most of our population, fled, an embargo upon trade
existent for a year past, the idleness of the remaining populace, and the
consequent undermining of fortunes, the indigent class of our community has been
largely multiplied; and, necessarily, the provision for their relief this winter
is much more limited than in former times.
Then, the generosity of our fellow citizens, prosperous themselves and
actuated by feeling, was taxed amply enough to embrace every case of
actual privation; now, that the home contributions,--from the causes
specified,--are insufficient to meet the demands of hunger and nakedness,
outside bounty must be sought, and therefore the hand of comfort cannot reach
all who are deserving. But we
believe the united efforts of private persons and the civil and military
authorities have resulted in keeping the demon of starvation from our midst.
Every want has not been supplied, it is true, but those whose conditions
were most aggravated have experienced relief.
If we consider the present extraordinary crisis of Nashville, with its
high prices of provisions, even a partial relief of the distress among the
humble classes must have enlisted the most strenuous exertions.
Hence, the agents in this work of mercy deserve our highest commendation
and the grateful remembrance of every good and true citizen.
The passing winter will be preserved in the memory of the people of
Nashville as the synonym of care, vexation, and hard-living.
While the wants of many have been made public and satisfied, scores of
families, who formerly delighted in their ability to render assistance to the
poor on all occasions, have been reduced to the most painful extremes.
Around hearthstones not long ago the glowing pictures of happiness and
plenty, may now be seen gathered shivering, hungered children, and parents
racked with anguish, straining their heart-strings to resist despair; larders
always heretofore plentifully filled, now scarcely afford a single meal, and the
anxious father despondingly awaits the return of uncertain to-morrow to provide
a morsel for his little ones.
This is no fancy sketch; the biting coldness of this week gives it a
painful and vivid realization; and observation, if not experience has prompted
us to present it here. Fearful,
indeed, is the responsibility weighing upon the authors of this accursed war
whose fury is yet unabated. Sincerely
do we pray for the return of peace with its reinstatement of industry, of trade,
of commerce and their thousand attendant blessings.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 10, 1863, p. 2, c. 4
For the Nashville
Union]
Pittsburg Sanitary
Stores.
Edgefield, Feb. 7, 1863.
Editor Union: I noticed in
your issue of February 5th, an article mentioning the arrival and
distribution of sanitary stores from the Pittsburg (Pa.) Subsistence Commission.
I would call the attention of the public generally, both here and at the
North, to the manner in which the Commission distributed the stores entrusted to
their care. Their method is worthy
of adoption by all engaged in the benevolent yet difficult task of endeavoring
to place in the hands of those who deserve and would be benefitted by the things
sent from the different Sanitary Commissions of the loyal States.
As a general thing the philanthropic efforts of the ladies and gentlemen
in the North to furnish the suffering sick and wounded with some additional
items for their comfort, have been defeated by the manner in which they have
been distributed heretofore, seldom have those for whose use they were intended
received them. Often have they been
lost or destroyed through the carelessness and neglect of those to whose care
they were intrusted [sic] for distribution.
Messrs. Wyman, Young, Hill & McClure have obviated this by calling
into requisition the services of loyal ladies, whose presence were, by the
bed-side of suffering, often has more effect upon the poor martyr, than all the
sedatives of an apothecaries shop, quieting the nerves, and convincing them that
they have yet something to live for; pouring into their listening ears notes of
sympathy, speaking to them of home, with assurances that they are not forgotten.
In this manner these gentlemen have succeeded in placing their stock in
the hands of those who were intended to be the recipients of it.
They deserve great praise for their efforts, and next to the ladies, (God
bless them,) hold a warm spot in the hearts of the
Soldier.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 10, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Little Treasure;" song "Arkansas Gentleman;"
"Dead Shot"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 10, 1863, p. 2, c. 1
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane.—Monday, February 9th.—Martha and
Lucy, slaves of Mrs. Story, were up for disorderly conduct.
Both were sent to the work house subject to the order of their owner.
Liz. Boyd was shown to be guilty of disorderly conduct, for which she was
fined three dollars and costs.
Mary Lutterell, for imitating Liz, was made to shell out one dollar and
costs. . . .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 10, 1863, p. 4, c. 3
Headquarters, U. S. Forces,
}
Nashville, Tenn., Feb. 6th,
1863. }
Orders. [Supplement
No. 1.]
The following assignments of Confederate wounded are hereby made
under the provisions of the order issued from these Headquarters on the 1st
inst.:
Fifteen at the house of Mr. Henry Frazier; Five at
the House of Mrs. Watkins, both on Vauxhall street, and Fifteen
at the house of Mr. A. C. Nicholson, on Church street; Fifteen
at the house of Wm. Murphy, Vauxhall street.
These new assignments are made in consequence of the deep interest
manifested by the parties mentioned in the welfare of the wounded, and their
solicitude lest their sufferings should not be [scratch in film] cared for in
Federal hands.
By order of
Brig.
Gen. Robt. B. Mitchell,
Commanding Post.
__________, A. A. G.
feb 7—3t.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 11, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Paul Pry; or, 'I Hope Don't Intrude';" song; "Swiss
Swains"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 11, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Hospital No. 6.
A few days ago we published a card purporting to come from an individual
connected with the above-named Hospital, complaining of gross neglect of duty on
the part of the Steward, in regard to the food furnished.
The following card, flatly denying the accusations made, is accompanied
by a list of names of inmates of the hospital entirely too long for publication.
The charges we have no doubt were altogether unfounded.
Here is the card:
General Hospital No. 6,
}
Nashville, Feb. 8th, 1863.
}
We, the undersigned, wardmasters, nurses and other employees at this
Hospital, certify willingly, that we are well satisfied with the boarding and
the treatment received by Wm. Metty, and are not aware of any dishonorable
action on his part. Therefore, we
consider the article in the Nashville Union of this date, concerning this
Hospital, as a malicious fabrication.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 11, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Rag Speculators.—Several speculators have been recently engaged buying
the large quantities o rags gathered from the deserted camps of the Army of the
Potomac, where for months cast-off shoddy coats and pants and woollen rags have
accumulated. The battlefield of
Antietam has also furnished large quantities of rags for the market.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 11, 1863, p. 3, c. 4
[Special Correspondence of the Missouri Democrat.]
Holly Springs, Miss., Jan. 5, 1863.—Except Mexico, Spain and some
remote districts of the Roman States, I know of no country whose desolate
appearance and lawless condition is a parallel to the present condition and
appearance of Northern Mississippi. To
realize this, one must ride out eight or ten miles beyond the pickets of the
army. Not with the army on its
march, nor with squads of cavalry, nor foraging parties—for then the foragers
and stragglers that dart in and out of by roads, and in advance of you, to every
farm, impart some lift to the scene; but like the famous horseman of James's,
alone. Then, and only then, do you
realize the effects of the war, and of that peculiar feature which distinguishes
this from all the wars of late days—guerrilla warfare.
First you notice how silent the country is, though you ride for miles
past fenced fields, and catch glimpses of houses now and then, you hear none of
the usual sounds of country life; no lowing of cattle, nor neighing of horses,
nor braying of mules, nor bleating of sheep, nor shout or song of laborers in
the fields. Every thing of the
animal kind has long since been driven off to the camps of one army or the
other. You ride to the summit of
the highest hill and survey the country far and wide, but in all the broad
fields you see no human being; the white men are probably in their houses,
sleeping off the effects of their last night's ride with their guerrilla
friends, and the blacks have gone to find "Uncle Abraham" and freedom.
The roads are as silent and deserted as the fields.
Mile after mile you ride and neither meet nor care to meet any one on
these solitary roads. On
four-fifths of the plantations you pass you see no living soul. Oh some of the doors and windows stand wide open, but there
is nothing but emptiness within, and on others nothing but the tall chimneys,
whitened by the flames, remain. As
you go further and further over the hilly roads, you glance suspiciously
backward and forward from every rise in the road.
You fancy you caught a glimpse of something moving there, far across the
fields, and you pause in some place out of view to reconnoitre.
A squirrel leaps through the dry leaves in the woods on the other side,
and your revolver is in your hand in an instant.
In times of peace very traveller is glad to pick up company on the road,
but now the sound of horses feet, the breaking of a twig, the rustling of a
leaf, are signals of danger. Such
is the effect upon the country of "guerrilla warfare," for this
desolation and silence is not wholly attributable to the presence of the United
States army. It is the people of
the south who suffer from guerrillas, not the United States army.
Under the delusion that the whole North is about to tumble into anarchy
for want of cotton, the guerrillas burn the cotton and ruin the planter to
prevent some Northern man from risking his money in a precarious speculation;
this and the capture of an occasional straggling soldier, is the only harm they
do the North.
The pay of the guerrillas is what they plunder, and so they get it they
are not very particular who is the paymaster.
Now the old grudges against neighbors, the family feuds, for which the
South has always been notorious, are being settled, and every farmer is as
apprehensive of his neighbors as he is of the United States troops.
The people of the South have already discovered that they get more than
they bargained for in imitating the guerrilla mode of warfare.
In adopting the old Spanish name of 'guerrillas," they now see that
they also adopted the lawlessness, anarchy and brigandage of Mexico and old
Spain. This is the serpent of
secession biting itself with its own poisoned fangs.
If you go into one of the few houses which are yet occupied, you find
large landed proprietors who have nothing left to eat but a little corn bread,
and whose threadbare apparel indicates that merchants and dealers in clothes
have long since become an extinct class.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 12, 1863, p. 5, c. 7
Summary: Theatre.
"Captain Thingamy;" song; dance; "Married Rake"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 12, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
"Here You Are."—The Imperial Saloon, No. 12 Deadrick Street,
is now furnishing to its numerous customers a fine lunch and soup at all times
of the day, between 11 and 1 o'clock. The
huge proportions and "preponderosity" of the proprietor, Jim Faulkner,
is only equaled by his gentlemanly courtesy and attention to his customers,
which are without number. If you
want anything good in liquors, ale, cigars, etc., call at the Imperial Saloon.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 13, 1863, p. 1, c. 6
A Journey Through Secessia.
Mr. Mathews, of Starke county, Ohio, was in Alabama at the time the rebellion broke out. He was ordered to volunteer into an infantry regiment—that is the common fashion of volunteering in the South—but made his escape into Mississippi, thence to Texas, and from there travelled on foot through Louisiana, Arkansas, and Missouri, to the Union lines. His notes by they way, published in a little pamphlet for the information of his friends, gives curious glimpses of Southern life.
White Mechanics Starving at the South.
In Columbus, the capital of Mississippi, he found "a great deal of
suffering among white mechanics. Most
of the little work that was to be done was given to "negro
mechanics"—slaves, that is to say. This
was a growing habit of slave-lords. We
have been told by slave-owners that "white workmen were a great curse to
them. They were always troublesome,
too independent, and apt to make the negroes uneasy; and all the better class of
planters were training some of their slaves in various trades needed about a
great plantation." We are not
surprised, therefore, to find several notes of this kind in Mr. Mathews's
journal. Wherever he journeyed
among the great plantations, and where negroes were numerous, he found white
carpenters, blacksmiths, shoemakers, &c., in distress, and their families
wretchedly poor. The planters
prefer to give out their work to their neighbors' slaves, if they have none of
their own trained. If Wood, Cox,
and Vallandigham could only force slavery on the North, our mechanics and
laborers would fare no better; they would be quickly turned out of work by the
slaves of aristocratic planters. "I
have seen white mechanics obliged to stand aside while their families were
suffering for the necessaries of life, when negro mechanics, owned by rich and
influential men, could get plenty of work; "and," he adds, "I
have heard these same white mechanics breathe the most bitter curses against the
institution of slavery and the slave aristocracy."
In Carthage, Texas, he was told an incident which is a sample of the
constant distrust which infests slave society.
A minister of the gospel, afflicted with dyspepsia, was accustomed to
carry with him a paper full of soda, to take of which relieved his distress.
Going into Shelby county, away from home, he unfortunately took with him
a considerable quantity of the soda powder.
Being a stranger in Shelby, he was arrested by a vigilance
committee—"he was a stranger and they took him in," this seems to be
the usual treatment of strangers in the hospitable South.
The citizens searched him; found a white powder; instantly suspected him
of an intention to poison their wells; and to prove his innocence and save his
life, he was forced to eat every bit of the soda.
Of course, such an overdose made the poor creature very sick.
Near Shreveport, Mr. Mathews records in his journal, "I find great
enthusiasm for the southern rebellion among church members in localities where
there are large plantations and many slaves."
It was near here that a tavern-keeper's wife assured him that "Mr.
Lincoln kept himself shut up in an iron cage, and did not allow any one but Mrs.
Lincoln and Mr. Seward to see him—because he was afraid of being killed."
The Union Men on the South.
After an experience of more than a month travelling on foot through the
country, he writes: "I always
avoided the country, he writes: "I
always avoided, if possible, stopping at the residences of slave-owners, which I
know by the negro cabins or quarters; they are generally secessionists; but
non-slaveholders I find nearly always to be indifferent on the subject or
possessing Union sentiments; but they never express themselves except in their
own homes," &c.
Texas, Western Louisiana, and Arkansas were full of
"regulators," who wandered about and summarily hanged all persons who
could not give a plausible account of themselves.
At Arkadelphia our traveller was arrested and examined.
One person present declared that if he was from Connecticut he must be
hanged; but he got off by [scratch in film] "notice" of himself,
[scratch in film] been printed in a Texas newspaper—one instance at least,
where a newspaper puff was of value. In
Arkansas he found Union men in considerable numbers; but alas, "they were
not men accustomed to taking part in politics." In the free States, too, corrupt men have too often gained
the ascendancy because right-minded citizens "were not accustomed to take
part in politics"—were unfaithful, that is to say, to their duty to the
nation.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 13, 1863, p. 1, c. 7
Arrival of East Tennesseans.—A party of sixty loyal East Tennesseans
arrived in this city last night from their homes, having been forced away
through fear of the application of the amended conscription act, which exempts
no citizen between the ages of fourteen and fifty-five.
Indeed, no one who is able to carry a gun is overlooked, even though they
may have a legal claim to exemption. These
gentlemen are from the vicinity of Knoxville, and have suffered much for the
sake of loyalty. A state of affairs
deplorably beyond description, they say, exist in that portion of Tennessee.
They were twelve days on their way from Knoxville to this city.
A number of them have enlisted in the service of the Government since
their arrival.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 13, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
We copy the following paragraph from the Atlanta (Ga.) Confederacy:
["]Ready for Butler.—A daughter of South Carolina writes to the
Charleston Courier from Darlington District:
I propose to spin the thread to make the cord to execute the order of our
noble President Davis, when old Butler is caught, and my daughter asks that she
may be allowed to adjust it around his neck.["]
What models of female refinement this "daughter of South
Carolina," and her she adder "gal" must be!
We suppose they are fair samples of the "master race."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 13, 1863, p. 2, c. 1
A lady of this city, who returned recently from Atlanta, informed a
friend of ours that she was offered $25 for a pair of kid boots, worth about
$3.00.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 13, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Soldier's Bride;" singing and dancing; "Beauty and the
Beast"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 13, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane.—February 12th—. . .
Archer, slave of Puryear, cutting down and destroying shade and
ornamental trees; thirty-nine lashes and costs.
A righteous verdict.
Socrates Bechunan—an individual not as wise as the ancient
philosopher, nor as wiley as the late President,--was found guilty of permitting
slaves to live on his premises without authority.
He was fined ten dollars and costs. . .
Thos. Wilson, for cutting down and destroying shade and ornamental trees.
Fined three dollars and costs.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 14, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"The Factory Girl;" song; "The Merry Cobbler"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 13, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane—Friday, February 13th.--. . .
Mollie May—a name that ought to belong to a virtuous woman—and
Florence Williams, have just reached our city from Louisville.
Being so delighted at finding our streets in such a clean and excellent
condition, they improvised a little celebration, which terminated in drunkenness
and disorderly conduct. The
Recorder fined each of them three dollars and costs. . . .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 15, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Army of the Cumberland.
Murfreesboro, Tenn., Feb. 14, 1863.
[Special Correspondence of the Nashville Union.]
It seems to me that of all queer fellows, the superintendent of a
military railroad train is the most exceedingly so.
The process of going forward is similar to that of the story of the
reptile, frequently introduced to the young mathematical student, that, after a
long, uninteresting journey, succeeded in reaching the top of a deep well, his
method of travel being a combination of accelerated and retrograde movements.
For, after proceeding three or four miles, a whistle, the breaks, a
check, and back we go, evidently to ascertain the distance made.
I was informed Wednesday evening that the "accommodation
train," "through to Murfreesboro," would leave Thursday
morning, at 6:30. Precisely at 6
A.M. if the gentleman who rings the Cathedral bell can be relied on, I was ready
to depart, with visions of Dick McCann's squad and Tuscaloosa tobacco cribs in
my mind.
Two dozen people soon increased to about fifty anxious passengers, and
ten minutes to eight o'clock the 6:30 train started, and made a break of at
least a quarter of a mile without stopping.
Among the passengers was the modest specimen of rotundity and good
nature, Surgeon Swift, about twenty officers, a Miss L. Reeves, of this place,
one other lady, and between twenty and thirty male citizens.
We jogged slowly on until we arrived at Mill Creek, where we waited quite
a length of time, probably for the locomotive to take a nap. Mill Creek is a south branch of the Cumberland, and is
navigable for hard-crackers, principally, several of which I saw floating down
stream. At this point no fears need
be entertained of Dick McCann's approach, as the rivulet bridge is well guarded
by yankees, mostly from Kentucky, however.
The next regular stopping place is a two-horse town called Antioch,
formerly a post village, situated in Davidson county.
It was named, I understand, after the venerable Antioch Meeting House,
which stood contiguous to the premises. The
whole country is devastated, and rail fences are "among the things that
were." At this place is
stationed a Yankee regiment from East Tennessee, therefore no alarm need be felt
as regards the striking distance of Dick McCann.
The next place of interest is Lavergne, which is located in Rutherford
county, and distant sixteen miles from Nashville.
Before reaching this time, the locomotive stopped to take water, the
shoulder strap party within the car generally took a fluid of superior
stimulating qualities, and a one-eyed gentleman sitting beside me took a dose of
snuff, sneezed in my face, and glancing at me with his comet optic, informed me
that he had a nephew in Texas who didn't resemble me much.
I was on the point of saying something to the sweet old chuckle-head,
when the locomotive 'Gov. Johnson" gave a couple of screams, and in a few
moments we arrived at Lavergne. There
are but four houses standing in the place, almost the entire town having been
destroyed by fire. The night is
terrible, and I pity the poor families who have been thus rudely bereft of house
and home during these desolating times. The
wholesale destruction of property is maliciously wicked and indiscreet, and no
truly honorable person will lend a hand in the destruction of habitations
containing defenceless women and innocent children.
At this place is a brigade of Yankees, mostly composed of Kentucky and
East Tennessee regiments; therefore no apprehensions need arise in regard to
Dick McCann.
Smyrna is the next town, distant from Murfreesboro ten miles. It is encircled by a fine extent of country and situated in
close proximity to Stewart's creek, the bridge over which is guarded by two
regiments of Yankees, from Indiana. The
readers of the Union may rely upon it, Dick McCann will not show his
profile in this place at present. We
left Smyrna at half past ten o'clock, and arrived at Stone's river at twenty
minutes past eleven. But here was a
pretty state of affairs. The
"through-train to Murfreesboro" landed its passengers upon the
Nashville side of the river, as the bridge was still unfinished.
However, Dr. Swift expected an ambulance, and I invited Miss Reeves to
ride to town in it, but of course she was only too happy to accept of my tender.
Presently the vehicle arrived. From
the cars to the ambulance was a perfect avenue of mud.
I have often taken my sisters, and other fellows' sisters in my arms on
such occasions, and passed the Rubicon. But
now, I faltered; and lo! that
gallant rogue of a Swift took the damsel in his arms and transported her safely
through the mud, while your modest friend contented himself by following with
her music, etc. In a few moments we
were fording Stone's river, en route for Murfreesboro, arriving there at
two o'clock—thirty-two miles by railroad in six hours.
Let the readers of the Union bear in mind that the cars do not run
through to Murfreesboro, but to within a short mile of the river.
Let them also become acquainted with the fact that the mud is about a
foot deep, and transportation, as a general thing, impossible.
It is said, however, that the bridge will be completed by next Tuesday.
Then you can all come—if Lieutenant Osgood says so.
The pent-up citizens of Nashville, acquainted with this section of the
country, will be astounded when once again the make an eastern tour through
Tennessee
Before this rebellion I once chanced to travel upon the Chattanooga
Railroad. The view upon either side
was indeed a panorama. Immense
fields of cotton and grain were spread out in gorgeous and living green, backed
by distant woodland, while the verdant lawns bordering the rivers and creeks
reminded me of soft velvet carpets or glorious spots for pic-nics.
Gangs of the "culled pop'lation" were seen dotted over the
fields, costumed in all the fantastic livery of Ethiopian taste, while the
mansions of the planters appeared everything which a desire for comfort could
suggest or wealth obtain.
But, alas! the change!
Everything beautiful and comfortable seems to have passed away.
From Nashville to Murfreesboro the devastation of homes and farms is
complete. Verily, the people of
Tennessee must have been mad when they engaged to assist the Cotton States in
their nefarious scheme. Should the
rebellion succeed, look at the location of the State.
Will her interests be less liable to injury than they were protected by
the great influences of the great American Republic.
If Tennessee, as a border State, suffered in the Union, what must be her
fate out of the Confederacy? Ponder
well, my friends. Reflect
leisurely, and impartially, and you will accuse yourselves of ingratitude and
folly, and gradually a return to reason and loyalty will manifest itself.
The President's Emancipation Proclamation takes no effect in Tennessee.
Gov. Johnson begs you to return to your allegiance, and exempts you from
the penalty imposed upon traitors and treason.
Now is the accepted time.
THIS MAY BE THE LAST CHANCE!
"While the lamp holds out to burn
The vilest sinner may return."
But this digression is unpardonable.
I was speaking of the devastation of the country in general.
The battle of Stone's river has added no beauty to the harrowing scenes.
Perhaps there is no picture which presents such a combination of
heartrending and revolting scenes, as a battle-field immediately after a
sanguinary contest. To the
inexperienced, the spectacle is an awful one.
The battle-field of the battle of Stone's river is replete with incidents
extraordinary and strange. Those
brave men who fell fighting for their country, and fighting against it, found
graves in muddy cotton fields and in beautiful cedar groves; in unromantic corn
fields, and in secluded meadows; upon the hills and in the valleys, and for
miles along the stream upon the banks of which the battle fiercely raged, and
from which it takes its name. The
Murfreesboro pike and Chattanooga railroad divide the battlefield.
Travellers upon either road, upon either hand, can gaze for three or four
miles upon the picture. The first
place of interest upon the right, just at present are the ruins of a fine brick
residence; beyond, upon the right and left, are the earthworks thrown up by our
troops upon that dark and stormy night. From
these works to town are hundreds of carcasses of horses, breastworks, demolished
houses, broken wagons and wheels, and graves.
Upon the right, near the railroad, are eleven graves of the 74th
Ohio; near is an equal number of the 45th Mississippi; then, side by
side, farther on, repose eleven members of the 78th Pennsylvania, and
eight members of the Rock City Guards. Upon
the left is quite a cemetery—ninety-three prettily constructed graves, with an
inscribed slab at the head of each. As you enter the ground a placard informs the reader that
"This patch of ground contains the bodies of 93 soldiers, of the 15th,
16th, 18th, and 19th, U. S. Infantry.
Do not disturb these graves by additions or otherwise."
Leaving the regulars, you next discover 4 graves of the 19th
Illinois, and 27 of the 41st Alabama.
Leave the line of the railroad, travel over a spot of ground containing
nearly two thousand acres, and you find the scenes everywhere.
The national and the rebel dead—the old man, the strong man, the youth;
husband, father, son, lover—all lie in a common grave.
The interments, however, are most solemn, and the utmost silence prevails
as the lost companion is quietly placed in his uncouth grave.
B. C. T.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 15, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Little Devil; or, My Share;" singing; "Irish Heiress"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 15, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
Yesterday was St. Valentine's day, and the customary little love missives
were scattered around on every hand, shedding their rays of gladness into the
loving corners of many an anxious heart. Who
knows how many solemn vows were made permanent through the agency of yesterday's
Valentines! Or how many coquettish
beauties read their heart mortgages with a trot of the foot, a proud toss of the
head, while eyes brightened and cheeks warmed into changeable and dolphin-like
hues; as those vows found an anchorage in heaving bosoms.
There is not a word in Webster's unabridged that so awakens a maiden's
sensibility as "vows." It
conjures up those dim, shadowy and ravishingly blissful and confused visions of
the time when flirtations will be ended, and coquetting and folly given
up—when care and anxiety will be sweetly intermingled with the quiet happiness
and home-like independence of the wife.
Memory, on its golden wings, takes us back to the halcyon days of our
boyhood, when Valentine was a day of days with us.
You will remember your young days, too, reader, and join us in the hope
that the young folks of to-day will have no cause to harshly remember yesterday.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 15, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane—Saturday, Feb. 14th.--. . .
Caroline Miller, a denizen from smokey, had been partaking two freely of
"tangle-foot." She was
made to pay a fine of three dollars and costs.
Mrs. Joyce was found guilty of selling whisky to soldiers in three cases.
She was fined five dollars and costs in each case. . . .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 15, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
An Agreeable Surprise.
A singular incident of the war was related to us the other day. Three fathers came up the Cumberland river on the last fleet
for the purpose of bringing back home with them the bodies of their sons who had
fallen in the memorable battle of Stones' River. They carried with them three metallic coffins, in which to
place the remains of their gallant boys. The
boat which they were on stopped on her way up, at Clarksville, for a short time,
and the grief-stricken fathers stepped ashore. Greatly to their astonishment, almost the first persons whom
they saw were their three sons, who were jolly and hearty, and overjoyed to see
the "old folks" from home, having no more idea of getting into a
burial case than they had of throwing a flip flap over the moon.
The meeting was a most agreeable, and remarkable surprise to both
parties.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 15, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Pizarro; or, The Death of Rolla;" "Toodles"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 15, 1863, p. 4, c. 1
The Desolation in Western Arkansas.
The schoolhouse down the creek is without doors or windows, and the
church, a mile and a half distant, has been silent to the echoes of gospel
preaching since McCulloch used it for a hospital, and then burned it. And McCulloch was the evil spirit, passing with the besom of
ruin in his hand, along these ridges and valleys.
By every roadside are blackened chimneys, where he applied the torch to
the dwellings of loyal citizens. Every
village has his handiwork in heaps of ashes and piles of rubbish.
In one of the bottoms, walled in by Pea Ridge, nailed to a tree, is a
rough board with this inscription: "Here
Ben. McCulloch was killed;" but it is no injustice to his memory to say
that Hindman's unburied dead at Prairie Grove, and his hospital riddled by
shells from his own batteries at Van Buren, were tender mercies compared to the
unsparing vandalism of McCulloch. You
will recollect that the vote on secession in Northern Arkansas was greatly
against it. He was sent to crush
out the Union sentiment, and he did it with an iron hand.
The youth were conscripted, the aged men were shot or hung; the
dwellings, churches, colleges, and mills were burned, the land was desolated.
His bravery and skill as a soldier were shown on many fields for the
country which he afterwards died to ruin; but let this record of the last acts
of his life be the port mortem sentence for his execution and his
epitaph!
Refugees are still coming in from the South.
They represent Hindman as nearly deserted by his troops, but as gathering
up all that he can, and moving down the Arkansas river, to cross the Mississippi
and re-enforce Joe Johnston's army. Three or four came into camp last night.
They were barefoot, had no blankets, were ragged and half starved.
They represent the hardships of the Confederate army extreme.
The loss of their trains in their battles with our troops, their long
marches, their camps in the open air, have left them without many articles of
necessity, with many sick, and many unfit for duty, by reason of loss of
clothing, arms and equipments. There
will be no Confederate army again in Western Arkansas for our troops to
encounter.
The exodus from all this part of the State still continues. Many families are daily leaving, by every train for the
North, and every escort, conveying loads and loads of people who have been
starved out by famine, or driven out by war, and who are seeking a new home and
means of livelihood in the North. Some
will stop in Missouri, some go to Kansas, some go further north, but a resting
place for weary feet, and quiet for harrassed minds, form the wished for end to
their journey.
Here, there is literally nothing to eat.
Nowhere in Arkansas, north of the river, could the army subsist a week.
Forage for horses and mules has to be sought a Sabbath day's journey
distant, and there is no food but corn bread and fresh pork for man.
Every pound of salt meat and other rations—even vinegar, soap, and
candles—have to come from St. Louis, or Leavenworth.
I do not believe that Hindman's conscripts ever could live here in any
great numbers.
The wealthiest planters are as destitute as the poorest squatters.
They raised but little the past year, and that little has been consumed
by the opposing armies that have in turn visited them.—How those that remain
here are to live through, it is impossible to say.
This part of Arkansas has been the battleground where the possession of
Missouri has been contested, and those parts of Missouri most severely scourged
by war are gardens and a land of plenty compared to the impoverished waste
presented from the Missouri line to the Arkansas river.
Every road has formed a line of march—every valley a campground.
A generation cannot repair the ravages of two years.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 18, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
The Altoona (Pa.) Register tells of a female just returned to that
city, after a service of eighteen months in the army without having her sex
discovered. She took part in three
battles, and was wounded twice, first above the eye and then in the army, the
latter wound compelling her to disclose her sex.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 18, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
A Little Wanderer.
The following paragraph, from the Louisville Journal, may be of
deep interest to some one in Murfreesboro:
Willie Carr, a little six year old boy who was brought away by some
Federal soldier from the vicinity of Murfreesboro, Tenn., has been taken into
the family of Mr. J. W. Conway, of Madison, Indiana, where he will be well cared
for. The Courier says that he had
on when found a suit of soldier clothes, which were rather large for him; that
he says he went to school to "Miss Mary;" and that the father of the
children, Julia and Emma Cassida, with whom he used to play, was a dealer in
furniture.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 18, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
For the Union.
Tennessee and
Alabama Refugees.
The refugees from Tennessee, Alabama and other Southern States, now in
Nashville, are requested to meet at the lower end of the Market-house on
Thursday night, for the purpose of making arrangements to join the celebration
of the 22d inst.
Maury County.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 18, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane.—Tuesday, Feb. 17th.—. . .
Julia Casey was up for keeping a disorderly house.
Upon promising not to do so any more, she was let off by paying costs. .
. .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 18, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Gartering Above the Knee.—A lady in Milwaukee, discussing the garter
question, writes:--
"You will take notice that just above the knee there is no hollow or
depression in which a garter could be retained, no depression on which it could
make a hold."
To which the Buffalo Republic modestly replies:--
"Will we take notice? Couldn't
think of it. We don't know anything
about garters. Don't want to.
May be worn about the waist for all we know.
Take notice, indeed!"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 18, 1863, p. 4, c. 2
The Reign of
Terror in Mississippi and Alabama.
Women Torn to
Pieces by Bloodhounds.
Old Men Sixty
Years of Age Pressed into the Rebel Service.
Special dispatch
to the Cincinnati Gazette.
Memphis, Feb. 11, via Cairo, 13.--. . .
Great outrages are now experienced by the unfortunate residents of North
Alabama and Mississippi. In the
latter State the Legislature recently enacted a law embracing as conscripts all
men not included in the Confederate act. The
act of Jeff. Davis includes all from eighteen to forty years of age, and that
recently passed takes all from forty to sixty years of age.
The territory of Mississippi has been laid off in districts of twenty
miles, and recruiting Colonels appointed for each district.
A thousand Colonels have been appointed to enforce the conscript act, and
the militia act in North Alabama is even worse.
Many Union men in that section state that violent efforts are made to
force them into the Confederate ranks. The
Union men have long hid out in the woods and caves, rather than be taken as
conscripts. This induced a novel
hunt for them. Guerrillas and
blood-hounds have been put upon their track, and many poor victims have been
smelt out in this way.
Not long since a young girl, carrying food to her father, who was
hiding in a cave, was attacked by one of these blood-hounds and torn to pieces.
It is estimated not less than 1,000 Union men from Mississippi and
Alabama, have made their way to Corinth, where Gen. Dodge made all possible
provisions for them. Gen. Dodge
sent out and brought in the families of the persecuted and downtrodden Union
men, and has established a sort of encampment or home for all these families at
Purdy, where they are likely to be freed from persecutions.
At Corinth a regiment is forming of Union men from Alabama and
Mississippi, It already numbers six
full companies. Capt. J. C.
Cameron, Provost Marshal of the District of Corinth, is to be Colonel.
This regiment is made up from among those who have recently suffered
persecutions.
Abraham Kennedy and J. A. Mitchell, of Hackeldo settlement, Munroe
county, Ala., have been hung by the rebels for indulging Union proclivities.
Mr. Holl Work and daughter of the same county have been shot; and
Rector Lewis, and immediate neighbor, of suspected Union proclivities, was hunted
down by bloodhounds and captured. The
house of J. A. Palmer, Worly Williams, and other Union men, were burned over
their families' heads, and the people living in the neighborhood notified that
if they harbored them their own houses would be burned.
Mr. Paterson living at the head of Bull Mountain was killed for Union
sentiments.--Two women in Talcumbia county were torn to pieces by
bloodhounds. In addition to the
foregoing one hundred families driven out of Alabama, reached Corinth on foot
without food or clothing. some of
the fugitives are old men, eighty years of age.
The rigid enforcement of the conscription act has probably induced the
return to Memphis of many old citizens who went away under order No. 1, but who,
when called upon to fight in a war of their own making, skulk away to Memphis,
seeking the protection of the guns of the enemy—the very men against whom they
have all along vaunted their undying hatred. . . .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 19, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Honey Moon;" "Taming a Tiger"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 19, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
Escaped.—Night before last seven Confederate prisoners escaped from the
penitentiary in this city. They
worked their way up to the cupola of the building, then by ropes—supposed to
have been furnished by some secesh ladies of this place—reached the ground. One of them was shot and captured, and one of them captured
unhurt. The remaining five escaped
through the picket line, and are now supposed to be in the rebel army.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 20, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
A Guerrilla Brute.
Refugees from Maury County report that a most deplorable state of affairs
exist in that county. A band of
rebel cavalry is scouring the country, led by one Capt. Lewis Kirk, of Lawrence
county. He has forced numbers of
gray-headed Union men, fifty and sixty years of age, into the rebel army, and
now holds in confinement several of the oldest and most estimable citizens of
the county, because they refuse to take up arms.
One brave old man told him that if he would give him a chance, he would
take up arms for the Federal Government. This
Kirk was formerly a blacksmith, we are informed, and a noted bully in Lawrence
county. He was in jail at Columbia
for near three years, for murdering Mr. Westmoreland of Giles county, without
provocation, and in cold blood. When
the rebellion broke out, he sent word to Governor Harris that if he would get
him out of jail he would join the rebel army, and he was let loose.
He is now fighting for "Southern Rights" against
"Lincoln's myrmidons."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 19, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Lady of Lyons; "2, 4, 5, 0"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 19, 1863, p. 3, c. 1
The Committee on Celebration desire to state that thirteen Union Ladies,
of this city, have kindly volunteered to sing a patriotic song on the occasion
of the anniversary of the one hundred and thirty-first birthday of the Immortal
Washington, which will take place at the Capitol, on Monday next.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 19, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane.—Thursday, Feb. 19th.—Business
opened brisk enough this morning. . .
Three boys were up for disorderly conduct.
They had been throwing rocks much to the danger of passers-by.
They were fined and sent to the workhouse.
We will not publish their names this time, for we dislike to familiarize
young minds with police proceedings. Young
men, you must do better hereafter. . .
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 19, 1863, p. 4, c. 1
Negroes Fighting
in the Ranks of
the Rebels.
The following letter containing facts of much interest to the public, is
printed by the author's permission in the Washington Republican of
yesterday:
"Washington, D. C. Feb. 2, 1863.
"Hon. William Whiting, Solicitor of the War
Department"
"Dear Sir: While at
Yorktown, soon after its evacuation by the rebels, I was informed that during
the siege the guns in those fortifications were manned and served by negroes,
who were recognized as soldiers in the rebel army.
"A few days subsequently at West Point, the day after the fight at
that place, I was informed by some of our officers and men engaged n that fight
that during the engagement our forces encountered a full company of negroes,
armed and equipped, serving in the rebel army; that said negro soldiers drove a
portion of our forces into a swamp and deliberately cut the throats of our
officers and men, and that our troops caught one of these negroes with a
commission in his pocket for a lieutenancy in the rebel army signed by Jeff.
Davis.
"At Mechanicsville a full regiment of blacks was seen under drill,
in full view of our lines, for several days.
"The above facts are well known and often spoken of. All this, if true, shows conclusively that there does not
seem to be any nice question with Davis as to the equality of blacks, such at
least as is now raised in Congress by his friends on the same question.
"Yours truly,
"Thos. W. Beardslee."
We have evidence also that negroes are enlisted in the rebel army, and paid as white soldiers are, and the man who gives this evidence is a captain in the rebel army. Read the following advertisement from the Georgia Constitutionalist:
$30 Reward.
Deserted from Company A, 29th Georgia Regiment, stationed at
Dawton Battery, on Savannah River, John Rose, 22 years of age, about 5 feet 7
inches in height, complexion a brown black.
He is a free negro and an excellent drummer.
Was enlisted October 16th, 1861, and deserted November 13th,
1862. He is at present concealed in
Savannah.
W. H. Billapp,
Captain Commanding Dawton Battery.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 21, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Summary: Theatre.
"Lucretia Borgia;" dance; "Hunting a Turtle"
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 22, 1863, p. 3, c. 2
Police Proceedings.
Before Recorder Shane.—Saturday, Feb. 21st.—J. S. Long was
up for whipping his wife. He was
fined five dollars and costs, and sent to the workhouse for seventy days.
Mary O'Connel, drunk. Made
to pay costs.
Dilcey, a free negro woman, using hydrant water without proper permit.
Costs and take out license.
Lucinda Ross, ditto, ditto.
Jane, a slave, stealing vinegar.—Fined, the costs.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 22, 1863, p. 3, c. 3
Summary: Theatre.
"London Assurance;" dance; "Mr. and Mrs. Lilly
White."
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 22, 1863, p. 3, c. 3
Odd-Fellows' Hall
Cor. Summer and
Union Streets.
Tuesday Evening,
Feb. 24th.
First night of
Sprague's
Minstrels
and
Cornet Band!
Comprising fifteen
Talented Performers,
including La Belle Louise, the charming dancer and
comedienne.
Doors open at 7 o'clock, performance to commence at 7½.
E. Sprague, Proprietor. J.
R. Allen, Business Manager.
NASHVILLE DAILY UNION, February 22, 1863, p. 4, c. 2
What a Band of
Southern Loyalists Did.
Hundreds of Texans
Waiting for Arms.
A correspondent of the Boston Traveller writes:
"Here is an interesting and highly romantic item, which is related
to me by one of the noble loyalists who was himself an actor in the episode.
On the 25th day of December, Christmas day, a body of Texans,
some forty in number, who had been driven from their ranches by the rebels, and
had afterwards enlisted in the Mexican army, crossed the river from the Mexican
side, to Los Cuevos ranche, on the Texas side, and attacked a large train of
wagons loaded with army stores and provisions.
"They killed nine rebels, and the remainder, some thirty-five in
number, skedaddled at 'double quick.' They
burned the wagons and confiscated the horses and provisions for their own use.
The wagon train was on its way to Ringgold Barracks, where quite a force
is stationed.
"My narrator, Mr. Frank Post, a native of New York city, who
informed the party of the whereabouts of this wagon train, also gave them a very
handsome silk American flag to carry in their ranks, and with loud cheers they
received it, and holding it up in the bright sunlight of Heaven, each man swore
that no one who dare insult that flag, under whose folds they were born, should
live if they had power to kill him.
"The squad of Texans, who were mounted and captured the provision
train, were under the command of Captain Octavian Zapata and First Lieutenant
Antonio Dias, both American citizens and natives of Texas, firm friends of
Governor Hamilton, and they are going to beseech government to lend the
suffering loyalists of Texas a helping hand ere they sink into the gulf of
despair and death. They pray for
arms and ammunition night and day, and say if we will but give them arms they
will defend themselves. Four
hundred loyal men are now waiting on the Mexican side for arms, and in thirty
days one thousand men could be easily raised.
Mr. Post says he will promise to raise a regiment in thirty days if arms
are furnished him."