SEPTEMBER 18, 1864
TRUE DELTA (LA)
are three kinds of peace supposable, and they may be defined as follows,
naming first the most objectionable:
with separation and the recognition of the slave Confederacy.
by armistice and compromise. If this should result in union, it must be
a union of sand, with a general government of no power or standing; and
doctrines of paramount State allegiance more threatening, arrogant and
dictatorial than ever before claimed by the wildest pro-slavery
theorists. The recognition and payment of the Confederate debt, in
addition to that of the U. S. Government, would be a matter of course,
thus doubling the taxation of the nation. And we would have the shameful
humiliation of the nation staggering under a debt incurred to destroy
it. The Government would have neither respect abroad nor at home.
without trifling or concession with an unjust, damnable and traitorous
rebellion. The triumph of right over wrong; of civilization over
barbarism; of a government of splendid origin and history, against the
oligarchy of an insolent, domineering class, who think the mastership of
a few slaves has elevated them to the privileges of nobility, and given
them the right to tyrannize over white men not born to that sort of
defy the most imaginative mind to think of any other kind of peace, or
any modification of the above definitions. The first is dissolution,
which is wished for in the North only by a few ambitious conspirators
who would thrive in petty republics; and in the South by a few beguiled
and insane communities, leaving out the thinking and intellectual class,
whose voices are silenced by terrorism; the system controlled by leaders
without sympathy with the true interests of their people, and so far
committed by their ineffaceable acts of treason, that restoration would
be their personal, social and political downfall.
second species of peace is that advocated by the Copperheads of the
North. Of these, the less reflecting have not considered the features
included in our definition. They have crafty leaders who have kept them
deceived–who know full well the truth of the issues we have depicted
in speaking of this second kind of peace; but these vulture-like
demagogues think they can ride into power and fatten upon the ruin,
disgrace and impoverishment of the nation.
a glorious future is secure, in case of the attainment of the boon of
peace, by the proud and loyal course of putting down the enemies of the
nation and dictating surrender at the cannon’s mouth. This will bring
with it no memories of shame for the posterity of the country to brood
over and wish to blot from the national history; no dalliance with the
foes of republican government and of the equal rights of a loyal people.
A future of untold magnificence; wealth and prosperity born of free and
requited labor; hundreds of millions of population, boasting the success
of the experiment of popular government and glorying in an untarnished
history; all these are the concomitants of success in the present
struggle. The privations of the early settlers fleeing from intolerance
to a land where they could indulge in freedom of religious opinion and
conscience; the traditions of the American revolution; and the triumphs
of the last fight against despotism, treason and anarchy–all these
will be gems in the casket of national memories. The world will respect,
and tyrants will fear, the greatness of the United States of America.
Such a result is worth a struggle of twenty years; but one year of
fortitude and perseverance in a just cause will accomplish it all.
continued decline in gold for several successive days has completely
upset the calculations of commercial men and all kinds of merchandise,
foreign and domestic. The business yesterday was nominally small, and no
inconsiderable part of the sales were forced. The increasing
probabilities of a speedy peace between the North and the South, which
are indicated by the Union successes in all directions, have exerted a
widespread influence, and the merchants generally evince a determination
to sail as near the wind as possible in order to guard against every
contingency. The commercial transactions now-a-days are, therefore,
Enlistment of Rebel Prisoners.
interesting and important question has arisen as to the acceptability of
rebel prisoners who desire to take the oath of allegiance and enlist in
the Union armies. Six prisoners of war, who have been confined at Point
Lookout, wishing to enlist, were dropped from the prisoners’ roll and
forwarded to this city. A recent order prohibits rebel deserters from
enlisting, and the question arises whether prisoners captured with arms
in their hands, by taking the oath of allegiance, become deserters.
Officers are divided in opinion upon this point, and the prisoners
referred to have been committed to the Old Capitol to await the decision
of the Secretary of War.
Republicans and the Presidential Campaign.
Republicans are actively engaged here in the extensive circulation of
campaign documents, and measures are being taken to harmonize at once
all the conflicting elements and induce a united and hearty support of
the Baltimore nominees, which are said to promise complete success; and
it is claimed that within a few days all opposing interests in the
republican ranks will be silenced, and that, with the Chicago platform
annexed, McClellan will stand not the slightest chance of success
against the vigorous and united opposition which he will encounter. At
the same time the Democrats have already lost much of the confidence
which was displayed when the action of the Convention was made known,
and acknowledge that the platform and Pendleton are heavy weights to
carry in the Presidential race.
recent reports to the Agricultural Department show that the rains of the
last four or five weeks have very largely improved the crops, and that
deficiency which was feared from the effect of the prolonged drought
will be to a great extent avoided. There is now no danger that there
will be a sufficiency of agricultural products for consumption and to
supply the export demand.
THE HOUSTON TELEGRAPH (TX)
A Novel Proposition for Peace.
is put forth in a Republican paper, the Kalamazoo Telegraph
in Michigan, not by the editor, but by a much respected clergyman who is
highly spoken of by both parties for his sincerity, purity of character
and his interest in his country’s welfare. The proposition we quote is
preceded by a long and earnest argument in favor of peace and
reconciliation, but this we have not room for:
From this time until the 1st of January, 1900, let the independence of
the Southern Confederation be acknowledged by the Northern States.
On that day, namely, the 1st of January, 1900, let slavery absolutely,
entirely, completely and utterly cease to exist in the Southern States.
Let all such colored persons a are practically emancipated, whether by
fortune of war or otherwise, remain in the state of freedom.
Let a general amnesty be proclaimed to all who have taken part in the
war, absolving them from all punishment as traitors, deserters, etc.
Let all estates cheated on account of political differences or political
crimes be restored to the owners from whom they had been taken.
Let a treaty of alliance, as between two powerful and independent
nations, adjust the modus operandi
in carrying out the provisions mutually resolved upon, as also
respecting the exaction of customs, dues, etc., to be regulated by each
On, or shortly after the 1st of January, 1900, let delegates from each
government confer together on the feasibility and advisability of
reconstructing the great national Union. Slavery being then abolished
absolutely, and good fraternal feeling re-established among these great
and noble States.
details must be left to the Plenipotentiaries appointed to adjust these
most unhappy differences. I have only ventured to point to first
principles and to trace the outline of amelioration, which in all
humility I lay before the candid and reflecting men of all parties in
the United States, being the sole agencies who wield the scepters of
political power in the land.
my prayers for the speedy consummation of peace.
New York Herald, in a long
account of the recent fight at Mobile Bay, mentions the following
incident, which, we think, reflects no credit on Admiral Farragut:
it was reported to Admiral Farragut that the rebels had surrendered and
that Buchanan was wounded, he sent a staff officer off to receive the
rebel admiral’s sword. Some one asked Farragut if he would not go off
himself and see Buchanan. The former merely replied, “No, sir, he is
my enemy.” Subsequently, when the staff officer returned with
Buchanan’s sword, it was represented to the Admiral that Buchanan had
expressed a wish to see him. “Well, sir, he shan’t see me,”
replied the old Salamander. The looking along the bloody decks of his
ship, he added, “I suppose he would be friends; but with these brave
men, my comrades, mangled, dying and dead about me, and looking at the
destruction he has caused in this fleet, I can only consider him an
has ordered that no luxuries or presents of any kind of food be allowed
our prisoners confined in the North.
is said that in the coal regions of Pennsylvania there is such a
repugnance to the draft that it will be impossible to enforce it.->
the condensed milk man, is going to make meat biscuit for the Federal
army. All the nutritious properties of a half ton of beef will be
concentrated in a few pounds weight.
Francis Train is lecturing throughout the North, for the benefit of the
widows and orphans of soldiers. Subject, “Usurpations of Abraham
Gov. Campbell, of Tennessee, asserted in a speech recently made, that
Colonel Woolford, of Kentucky, is kept under arrest because he declared
his support for McClellan.
Schurz, the most prominent and influential man in the West amongst the
Germans, has announced his determination to vote for Fremont.
N. Y. World says that an
armistice would be cheerfully accepted by the South. But this is not
because the South is exhausted, or because the Southern people are
unable or unwilling to continue the war. On the contrary, the South is
better prepared now, the Southern armies are stronger and more effective
now, and the Southern people are more united now in their determination
to achieve their independence than ever.
are over thirty-eight thousand Yankee prisoners confined at
Andersonville, Ga. The Richmond Examiner
thinks it bad policy to have so many confined at one place.
New York Times, in an article
upon the difficulty of getting a recruit for the army and the
disposition of all men, Republicans and Democrats, to buy others to
serve rather than serve themselves, says:
this Democratic? Is this republican? Is this the way that loyal men
ought to sand by “the bets government the world ever saw?” Does
every one suppose that this war can end successfully for us, or end in
any way but in ruin, if the men whom the people have commissioned “to
see that the republic suffers no damage,” can get no better support
than this from that portion of the population which is most interested
in the preservation of the Union, and has the keenest and highest
appreciation of its value? Does any one seriously suppose that a
struggle, the throes of which are felt to the uttermost ends of the
earth–which may without the old Roman exaggeration be fairly called
“orbis terrarum perturbatione”–can be brought to a triumphant
close by speeches and toasts and “drawing checks!”
If we were to judge of the mass of men at the North from the desperation
of some of the efforts which we witness on the part of towns, counties
and States even to escape the draft, we might fairly conclude that, if
it were possible, our next army would be entirely composed of the
sweepings of emigrant ships, of Negro slaves, and of any other refuse we
might pick up, and–here is the worst of it–of that noble remnant of
the old army, who, faithful to the last, have gone back after three
years of hardship and danger, to face the storm once more. There is
hardly a county in the North at this moment which is not busy selling
bonds in order to buy up for service in the army the worst military
material to be found in the Western World–foreign mercenaries and
liberated slaves. The call of the government for men is the signal, not
for the rush to arms, but for a prodigious scratching of pens and
issuing of “evidences of indebtedness.” Everybody who can takes up
his check-book, not his sword, and meets the provost Marshal with a
smiling patriotic face.
SEPTEMBER 20, 1864
From the Army of the Potomac.
Further Details of the
Capture of Cattle by the Rebel Army.
York, Sept. 19.–The World’s
Army of the Potomac correspondent of the 17th says of the capture of
cattle by the rebels that the beeves, about 3000 in number, were herded
in the rear of the army, and near the same, and guarded by the 1st
District of Columbia cavalry. The enemy, through scouts, had learned
this fact, and knew all about the strength of the guard, etc.
at daylight on the 16th, the rebels were seen approaching in two strong
lines of battle, the first W. H. Lee’s cavalry, and the second Wade
Thompson’s legion, the aggregate number probably reaching 5000.
Quickly breaking in front of our pickets, the enemy turned by right and
left, moved around the cattle and drove off the entire herd, likewise
many horses belonging to our men. This was done so quickly that
reinforcements could not be brought up in time. Two brigades under Gens.
Davis and Kautz at once set out in pursuit of the rebels, but nothing
definite was heard from them up to the close of this dispatch.
this was going on an attack was made on our rear and our pickets were
driven in on the main works. This, however, was only a feint to aid in
the capture of the cattle. The force making the capture went away round
our left, making a very wide detour.
Herald’s correspondent says:
“In the pursuit our force came upon the rebels in force at
small creek near Hawkinsville and the Jerusalem plank road. They
were entrenched beyond the stream with the bridge torn up and an almost
impassable swamp intervening. Several attempts were made to dislodge the
enemy, but they failed. In one of the charges the 1st Massachusetts
cavalry dismounted, became intermingled with the enemy, and fought them
hand to hand, but were obliged to fall back. The enemy had six pieces of
artillery while we had only four. A prisoner informed us that the rebels
had captured a whole regiment from Kautz, and from his description it
was the 1st District of Columbia. Our chance for recapturing the beeves
is very small. The loss in the 2d division was 20 or 25. A telegraph
construction corps, numbering 40 men, was also captured.”
Boats.–A trial trip of one of the new torpedo boats, built
under the superintendence of Captain C. S. Boggs, U. S. Navy, took place
last week. The management of the torpedo machinery was under the control
of Engineer John L. Lay, U. S. Navy. A shell was exploded in fine style,
giving general satisfaction to all who witnessed it. It will not be long
before the merits of this new style of submarine warfare will be tested
in actual combat.2
the war commenced, where the town of Corry, Pennsylvania, now stands was
a dense wilderness. The discovery of oil wells in the vicinity has built
up a flourishing place of over four thousand inhabitants.
The War on the Rio Grande.
Ill., Sept. 18.–The steamer Belle
of Memphis has arrived, bringing papers of yesterday evening.
Clarke, of the 91st Illinois regiment, furnishes additional particulars
of the affair on the Rio Grande. It appears that on the morning of the
6th the French moved out of Bagdad with a force of 5000 and commenced to
ascend the Rio Grande with the purpose of attacking Matamoras. They were
uninterrupted until reaching a point opposite White’s ranch, where
they met Cortinas with a Mexican force. An artillery duel ensued, when
the French were compelled to fall back in confusion, and were closely
pursued for three miles, when, coming to a piece of chaparral, they made
opened on the Imperial forces with shot and shell. While engaged at this
point the rebel Colonel Ford came down the Rio Grande with a large drove
of cattle for the French, but seeing they were engaged with Cortinas,
they promptly espoused the cause of the French and opened on the Mexican
rear. Seeing this the Imperial army made an attempt to turn the tide of
battle and charged the Mexicans with the bayonet. They were, however,
driven back to the cover of the chaparral. Cortinas then brought to bear
two pieces of artillery on Ford’s force, obliging him to retire. About
this time the 91st Illinois regiment, stationed at Brazos Santiago,
hearing the firing on the Rio Grande, were ordered to march to the
scene, an arrived in time to witness the repulse of the rebels.
gallant “Sucker” boys then pitched into Ford and drove him five
miles, capturing his camp equipage and about 30 stand of arms.
the meantime Cortinas succeeded in putting the Imperialists to flight,
and drove them to Bayou Del Rio. As his artillery could not compete with
their heavy ordnance on shipboard, he withdrew his forces to White Ranch
and crossed 500 men into Texas, where they lay during the night of the
6th by the side of the American troops.
sooner had Cortinas crossed the Rio Grande than e lowered the Mexican
flag and hoisted the stars and stripes, which was enthusiastically
greeted by the Mexican soldiers as well as the American.
the 9th Cortinas followed Ford to the old battle field of Resaca de la
Palma, where he rested his troops for the night, while Ford fell back to
Brownsville. Cortinas dispatched couriers to Matamoras to order the
forces there to move away.
on the morning of the 8th, 500 Mexican troops moved up the Rio Grande,
crossed the river and came down on the Texas side, attacking Brownsville
simultaneously with Cortinas. The struggle for Brownsville was brief and
resulted in the defeat of the rebels, who were driven from the town, and
Cortinas took possession. The exit of the rebels was so hasty that they
left their flags floating on the court-house and other public buildings,
which were soon torn down and the Stars and Stripes hoisted amid shouts
of the citizens and the Mexican soldiers, who were as proud of our
starry banner as our own brave boys.
SEPTEMBER 21, 1864
DAILY CITIZEN & NEWS (MA)
loyal heart of the country was gladdened yesterday by the best kind of
news from General Sheridan. The details, which are given below, need no
elucidation. They are official and speak for themselves. The attack on
Early was made on Monday morning, continued nearly all day, and
resulted, as will be seen, in one of the most important victories as yet
achieved on Virginia soil.
Account of the Battle.–The Baltimore American’s
account of the great battle gives quite full and interesting
Sheridan, having learned on Sunday that the main portion of Early’s
forces were encamped in the vicinity of Bunker Hill and Stephenson’s
depot, resolved to mass his forces on the Berryville and Winchester
pike, and by a rapid movement hurl them on Early’s rear. There is no
doubt but that the enemy were completely surprised and outmanœuvred by
Sheridan. While his different columns were being marched to the
appointed place of rendezvous, a portion of our cavalry, under Generals
Torbert and Averill, kept up a strong picket line along the Opequan, and
by demonstrating in force at Burn’s ford, kept a large portion of the
enemy at that part of the field, which was nearly twelve miles from the
front, where it was intended that our infantry should operate and strike
a blow which should result in the signal defeat of Early’s army.
artillery was now brought up and posted in commanding positions to
silence those batteries of the enemy which had caused so much annoyance,
and our line reformed and again moved forward, regaining the advanced
position which they had held when they were obliged to fall back. But
this success was not gained without the most obstinate resistance of the
delay in the arrival of the 19th corps enabled Early to move Gordon’s
division at the double-quick from Bunker Hill, distant about ten miles,
and bring it up in time to form in line of battle with Breckinridge’s,
Karnseur’s and Rhodes’ commands, which had already arrived and were
formed in a belt of woods skirting Berryville and Winchester. As soon as
the 19th corps arrived it was formed in four lines of battle about 300
yards apart, on the right of the Sixth corps, and everything being in
readiness, the advance was sounded at about 12 o’clock, and the
different lines moved forward.
Second corps advanced in splendid style and Justas composedly as though
marching at a review or on parade, with drums beating and colors flying,
presenting an imposing spectacle. The first line had not advanced more
than 200 yards before it became warmly engaged with the enemy, who were
posted in line about 600 yards distant. At the same time our artillery
opened a furious cannonade, throwing shells and solid shot into the
opposite wood where the enemy could be distinctly seen moving up
reinforcements. . .
regained the advanced position which we had previously occupied, the
different lines of battle were ordered to lie down ad await the arrival
of Gen. Crook’s corps, which was held in reserve on the eastern side
of the Opequan. They were ordered up to a position on the extreme right
of our line in order to counteract a movement of the enemy, who was
massing troops on their left flank with a view of turning our right.
at three o’clock, Gen. Crook formed on the right of the 19th corps . .
. rode along the lines, and was received with vociferous cheering, the
men promising to wipe out Winchester.
line extending nearly three miles in length, advanced amid cheers and
yells, which could be distinctly heard far above the noise caused by the
thunder of artillery and the continuous roar of musketry. Our men had
determined to win the day and prepared themselves accordingly for the
coming struggle. As our lines advanced closer and closer to those of the
enemy, the battle became more and more desperate, and the fierce carnage
will compare favorably with any similar contest of the war. The
slaughter was now truly awful. At every discharge men could be seen
dropping all around. The contending lines at some points could not have
been more than 200 yards apart.
at this critical period, above the roar of artillery and other sounds of
battle, was heard the cavalry bugle sounding the charge, which was the
death-knell of Early’s army.
Breckinridge on an “Armistice.”—The venerable Dr.
Breckinridge of Kentucky, from the start of the rebellion, has done
incalculable good to the loyal cause by disseminating just sentiments,
sometimes in the face of fiery opposition. The following clear and
pungent exposure of copperhead fallacies is from a recent speech of his
cannot now go into a consideration of the platform in detail. But their
great cry is an armistice and a convention of the states. What after
that? They may not make peace, and then what is to be done? But, first,
how is the convention to be called? It requires two-thirds of congress
to vote for such a call, which call must be ratified by three-fourths of
the states; and these votes you never get. What chance is there of
getting three-fourths of the states to go for a convention for the
purpose of bringing us under Jeff Davis, or for dividing the Union? The
thing is absurd. If it cannot be done, what then? Then we are in favor
of any other peaceable remedy. Dear, blessed souls! Any other peace
remedy; nothing that is not peaceable. Now, for God’s sake, and for
your country’s sake, look at it. Here we are, after between three and
four years of war; after spending two or three thousand millions of
dollars; after spilling the blood of a million of our brothers, and
consigning five hundred thousand of them to their graves; after
conquering an extent of territory 1500 miles in length by 600 in
breadth; we have an army in every state of the confederacy, and the
majority of them under our control; we have every stronghold taken from
them except Mobile and Charleston and Richmond; and, notwithstanding all
this, we are asked, as if we were a set of poltroons, to disgrace
ourselves to the latest generation of mankind, to sacrifice everything
we have fought for and that is worth living for, and make all the world
say free government is worthless, that it cannot take care of itself.
God Almighty in heaven grant that every man who utters such a thought
may be choked until he becomes a penitent and better man. [Great
applause.] “No, sir! No, sir! We will never do any such thing. We love
peace–love it for its own sake. They love peace because they are
afraid we will first whip the rebels and then punish them. They want
peace that they may make new conspiracies, and the peace they propose is
a disunion peace, which means separation of the states and endless ruin
to the whole country. Ten thousand times better would it have been for
us to have acquiesced at first, and never shed a drop of blood, than
under these circumstances and at this time to make such a peace as
the Difference.—Secretary Seward states the precise
difference between the Chicago and Baltimore conventions when he says:
democrats at Chicago, after waiting six weeks to see whether this war
for the Union is to succeed or fail, finally concluded that it would
fail, and therefore went in for a nomination and platform to make the
fact a sure thing by a cessation of hostilities and an abandonment of
the contest. At Baltimore, on the contrary, we determined that there
should be no such thing as failure, and therefore we went in to save the
Union by battle to the last. Sherman and Farragut have knocked the
bottom out of the Chicago nominations, and the elections in Vermont and
Maine prove the Baltimore nominations staunch and sound. The issue is
thus squarely made up–McClellan and disunion or Lincoln and union.”
SPRINGFIELD DAILY UNION (MA)
How Horseshoes are Made by Machinery.
Providence Press has an
interesting account of the manufacture of horseshoes by machinery in
the manufacture of most interest, from its novelty and completeness, is
that of horseshoes. In almost no branch of business has machinery made a
greater change in the cost of production and in the perfection of
workmanship than in this manufacture of horseshoes. The shoes turned out
in this factory are as much superior to the old hand-made shoes as
modern cotton fabric is to the product of the hand-loom. And so much has
the introduction of machinery cheapened the process that machine-made
shoes can be sold by the ton at about the same price as the raw
material. The process of manufacture is not long, and notwithstanding
the employment of some most ingenious machines, is not at all
complicated. The iron, brought to the yard in pigs, is first puddled to
extract all the impurities left by the melting process. This consists in
placing the iron in a furnace where it is brought to a liquid state, and
there repeatedly stirred and worked with a long iron ladle till most of
the impurities have found their way to the top and have been removed.
The mass is then allowed to cool, and during the cooling is worked by
the ladle or broken into lumps, which are taken while yet red hot to the
machines in which the puddling is completed.
can be best understood by supposing an immense pair of shears, with one
side stationary and the other working upon it–the blades of the shears
being not of sharp steel, but of heavy, broad, flat masses of iron, so
arranged that the lump of half molten iron, when brought from the
puddling furnace and placed upon the platform formed by the lower half
of those great shears, will be compressed repeatedly and with the
greatest force by the upper half. The mass of iron is turned in every
direction by the enormous pressure of the upper arm of the machine, till
all the remaining dirt and other impurities are forced out, and the mass
formed into a suitable shape to be rolled into bars. The pressure to
which it is subjected is so great that, as the outer layer of the iron
is gradually cooled and forms a hard crust, the crust is broken, and
streams of molten metal poured through the cracks and down the sides of
the cooling mass. These puddling and rolling processes are, to one
unaccustomed to seeing the working of iron, the most interesting parts
of the manufacture. The works are run through the entire night, and this
is the best time to see these processes to advantage.
huge buildings, with roof and rafters half lighted by the lurid glare of
molten iron, the workmen with faces now in darkness and now flushed by
the sudden and ghastly light of the opened furnaces, and the weird and
varying light upon the neighboring trees and houses, present a scene of
strange interest, which nightly attracts groups of gazers. The iron,
after puddling, is again heated in a furnace, and taken to the rolling
machine, where, by being passed through a succession of rollers, each
smaller than the preceding, it is reduced to bars of the size suitable
to be at once made into shoes. Besides the iron which is thus prepared
for use in the establishment, great quantities, designed for the market,
are puddled and rolled into bars of about the thickness of a man’s
iron prepared for the manufacture of horseshoes is next cut into lengths,
and making the grooves and punching the nail holes is done upon the straight
bars before they are made into horseshoe shape.
punching machines, of which seven or eight are used, punch the holes in a
shoe at two blows, and one machine, tended by a boy, is able to trim off by
a single stroke of a knife, the rough edges left by the punches. The bars
thus prepared are taken to the horseshow machine, of which there are six now
in operation. In these they are placed upon an iron table, upon which is
fixed a core, or die, projecting above above the surface of the table, and
having its edge so made as exactly to fit the inner edge of the horseshow.
An arm in the shape of a U is then driven forward and forces the bar to bend
around the core into the exact shape of a shoe. A steam trip hammer then
gives the shoe a number of heavy blows, between which a jet of water is
driven by the machinery upon the shoe, and the forging is complete and the
shoe ready to be packed and sent to market. These machines require the
attention of only two or three men each, and the shoes are turned out at the
rate of eight in a minute. It is intended to erect, as soon as possible, six
additional horseshoe machines, and when this addition is completed, the
works will be capable of turning out about twenty tons of shoes in a day.
About half that amount is now made. This manufacture of horseshoes by
machinery has grown up within a very few years. Seven or eight years ago,
when the manufacture was first commenced, it was considered a doubtful
experiment. It was hardly thought that shoes could be made by machinery
capable of enduring as hard service as those made by hand. But the
experiment has succeeded beyond the expectation of the original movers, and
the establishment has grown in that time to its present enormous
proportions, with a constant demand for its manufacture beyond its ability
From Grant’s Army.
of the victory in the valley of the Shenandoah was read to the troops along
the line this afternoon, and received with unbounded enthusiasm and repeated
cheers. A salute of a hundred guns will be fired to-morrow at day light in
honor of the event.
say the rebels are receiving rations of fresh beef from droves captured last
week. They state that it was Hampton’s cavalry which accomplished the
feat. They took 250 prisoners, 2,500 head of cattle, besides trains, horses,
guns, &c. The rebel pickets offer to trade fresh beef for coffee and
other articles; but on being asked what they would trade for Atlanta, they
had nothing to say, and retired in evident disgust.
There Any Poetry in Country Life?
the Country Gentleman.]
poetry I mean the free play of those finer feelings that alone do honor
to our common humanity–feelings entirely removed from the physical
wants of meats, drinks and apparel–those finer sympathies that are
attuned to harmony with nature.
go out among our Jersey farm-houses, where the wrinkled, pinched face of
the old hard cider drinker–and, by the by, I think there is no human
face so stamped with meanness as that of an old hard cider drunkard,
(for if there was originally any good, kind or generous feeling in his
nature, this daily drink has soured and changed and destroyed it)–and
our small farmers, in the spring of the year–go out there at midday,
and you will find them house-sitters, their fences falling, the cattle
leaning against the sunny side of the decaying building for warmth and
support, the leaching from the manure yards and heaps, and if there are
any, finding their shortest and easiest way to the roadside or nearest
brook–and, by the by, I visited a farm this last autumn where near 100
head of cattle were wintered, and the yard sloping–actually sloping
away from the barns to a large running brook, when at every heavy shower
the greater part of the value of the manure could travel down-hill and
off to the ocean–and this man a man of wealth, but he did not make it
on, but off, his farm. The good wife, with a thin, pinched, care-worn,
premature old look, over-worked and broken down at an age when an
English woman is in her prime. They will tell you it is climate. I tell
you it is not. It is caused mostly by our mode and manner of life–our
discarding from our homes all that is lovely and attractive.
into the country, and where is the woman–with now and then an
exception–where is one who will take you with a pride to see her farm
pets–the children their lambs and pet calves, their hens and chickens,
ducks and piggies? On the contrary, without exception, those I have
visited have no such feelings, no such interest, no such
sympathies–they speak and feel as though their life was one of labor,
one of extreme hardship, and I am yet to find one proud of his calling,
who feels and has an interest in all that pertains to farm surroundings
beyond wanting a big white house, green blinds, and furnished, living
ever in the back kitchen of the same. Those I have met have not seemed
to me to have that outer love–if you will except a fiery flower
patch–that so much endears some nature to the country.
I will come back to the opening question–is there any poetry in
country life? I hold that there is if we seek it and educate ourselves
to it, though the bones ache and muscles stiffen at the hard labor
ofttimes forced upon us by seasons, by crops, and by our want of
necessary farm help.
we are overworked–more mentally than physically–I do most honestly
believe, and our anxiety to keep up appearances, to get gain and make
wealth, or the opposite extreme, a disappointed or slovenly temperament.
Few of us will be honest with ourselves and not envy the man living in
the big house and driving his carriage.
in much travelling have I seen more refinement of manner and mind than I
found in an out of the way Jersey farm house of the old Dutch model, and
red painted–many, many year since, and the whole exterior was of a
primitive type; and inside, the old, many years used furniture, if you
except a moderately new twelve-shilling Connecticut clock, all were
indicative of age. They were wealthy for the country–had made
themselves rich on this farm; but there was no effort at show, no effort
to astonish their poor neighbors with new and fresh varnished furniture,
but at table, the true test of refinement, a quiet ease and elegance, a
certain dignity indicative of self-respect, marked the true born lady.
Never have I been more disappointed–never more pleased; but even here
there was wanting that love of farm life that I have ever noted, and I
cannot attribute it to aught but over-work in farmers’ wives.
farm mothers and lovely women I have known, who would almost as soon
bury, as to marry their daughters to farmers; and why? Their own lives
had been one of such unremitting toil.->
is there no poetry in country life? Yes. The lives of those who go there
and seek it aright are full of it; but almost daily some serpent crawls
into the household, in the form of some city, or would-be city
fashionable. But yesterday, while on a visit to a friend, I met one of
these fascinating creatures that poison the social atmosphere of all
quiet homes, who also was visiting the same place. It was the home of
those who had gone to its quiet for rest and happiness. “How can you
live so far from the city? What, no cars in the afternoon and night,
where you can go to the opera or lectures and return! I could not
possibly endure it–indeed, I could not, I am so passionately fond of
music; and then the city has so many advantages in lectures, and when
you are sick, why you always have the best physicians.” It is such a
woman who cannot have the care of housekeeping–must bound at the
metropolitan or Fifth Avenue–must yearly go to the Springs for their
stomach, and to the ocean for bathing for outer cleanliness–who
breakfast in bed at ten, and sup at midnight, in search of social and
mental advantages. And this evil is yearly increasing in fearful
one, I cannot breathe without distress the stifling, poisonous, vitiated
air of a city hotel, and even the stench of its outer-door life is
nauseous to me. Land you any morn from the fresh, dewy atmosphere of the
country, from cars or steamer, in the city, and the concentrated “mille
fleur” odor from garbage and water-closets is almost overpowering.
Concentrate this with gas-burners, rising to the upper stories of a
fashionable city hotel–add to it the poisonous breaths of hundreds of
bipeds underneath–visitants of hospitals, Five Points, and other moral
places–breathe this night after night–add to it irregularities of
all kinds–dissipations in eating, drinking, thinking, and it brings on
a class of nervous and physical ills that require the soda of springs to
sweeten, and the iodine of ocean to purify; hence the yearly visits
thereto. But the true lover of the country, who turns his back with
pleasure from all such, loathing in his inmost nature the flesh-pots of
Egypt, who breathes from dew-gemmed flowers the perfume of earliest
dawn, thinking with the god like Webster, that a new creation unfolds
with each earliest rays of eastern light–who plants that he may enjoy
its fruits or watch its growth into yearly beautiful development, and
daily marks with an increasing interest all the wonderful mysteries of
germination, growth and maturity, the music of birds, the quiet sunset,
and the rest of nature–all that is most attractive, most purifying,
most elevating in our natures, finds fullest, completest development.–Old
by the Flag!”—A gallant officer in the regiment raised
not a hundred miles away, who never quailed under the fire of rebel
bullets, fell an easy victim to a pair of bright eyes, whose owner wore
an apron bearing an emblem of our country’s flag, and who was waiting
on the boys at a festival. The Colonel, wishing to make the acquaintance
of the lady, remarked: “This is a pretty apron you wear, Miss.”
“Yes,” said the maiden, “this is my flag.” “I have fought many
a hard battle under that flag,” rejoined the Colonel. “Not under this flag, sir!” indignantly exclaimed the beauty, as she swept
away, leaving the gallant son of Mass. perfectly dumbfounded.
of fish in the Ohio Canal have been poisoned by the discharging of
refuse from the extensive distilleries at Troy, and lodge along the
banks in such numbers as to cause an intolerable stench, and threaten a
pestilence. If the refuse of whiskey carries such death to animals, asks
a paper of that region, what must the whiskey itself do?
SEPTEMBER 24, 1864
WEEKLY REGISTER (CT)
A “Wild Train Dashes into
Another Going Down a Mountain Side.
correspondent of the Missouri Republican was a passenger on the train
from Chattanooga to Nashville, which, on the 28th ult., met with what
might have been a dreadful catastrophe. The road passes over the
Cumberland Mountains. On the eastern slope the train is pushed up, but
on the western slope the train slides down, its motion arrested by a
close application of the brakes, and, if necessary, a reversal of the
engine. About midnight on the day in question, the correspondent was
asleep, but was startled suddenly into wakefulness by an unusual,
extraordinary noise. On looking through the glass door at the end of the
car, its origin was manifest: he beheld a sight which no mortal man,
having once looked upon, could ever forget.
trains had started at the same time as the one in which he rode. It was
about half way down the mountain, (the grade being very steep,) about
two miles from the foot of the grade. The two trains in the rear were at
the usual distance, “when suddenly,” exclaims the correspondent,
“as if the brakes were out of order and would not work, the train
behind us started forward with the rapidity of lightning, and came
tearing furiously toward us. Our engineer put on all steam in the
endeavor to escape; the engineer of the crazy train reversed his engine,
but it was all in vain! The train was under too much headway! It was
when it had reached to less than a hundred yards of us that I awoke and
looked out. Like a destroying demon bent upon our annihilation seemed
the terrible engine. Its wheels were running in a reverse direction, but
under the fearful force it had previously acquired, it would no longer
obey the motion of the wheels. It was sliding onward to destroy us, and
at times, the wheels, fixed upon the track, and balanced between the two
forces, one urging the locomotive forward, the other endeavoring to pull
it back, tore from the rails a stream of fire. The the reversing force
would whirl them round for a moment with the most awful rapidity.
rushed toward the hind car with the design of leaping out. But by this
time the monster behind us had nearly reached the end of the car. The
next instant our train was struck, and bounded forward a few feet as if
shot from a cannon, still, however, remaining upon the track. We were
struck again, and this time our car, and I know not how many others, was
thrown entirely from the rails. The fearful speed at which we had been
going in our endeavor to escape the pursuing engine ensured our
destruction. A mad rush onward of about twenty feet, a dreadful sound as
we ripped up the rails and ties underneath us, then a lurch, hurling us
with fearful violence from one side of the car to the other, and the
huge box in which we were confined was rolling and tumbling down into a
gorge of the Cumberland Mountains.
the few seconds of the descent before the stroke, the whole dread
reality of the situation stood like an awful picture before my eyes. I
felt palpably that the next instant I should probably be a mass of
quivering, shapeless flesh; yet, strange to say, I did not, as many are
said to do under such circumstances, recall my past life, nor did I
bestow a thought upon the future; all the faculties of my soul were
concentrated in the awful present. The crash came; a bump and a roll,
and all was still. There was no light in the car, and the absolute
darkness into which we were plunged, the wailing and moaning of those
who were hurt, the sickening smell of fresh human blood, the fearful
uncertainty as to the fate of those on board whom you loved, the
consciousness that the next instant you yourself might be crushed to
atoms, all these things formed an awful combination of horrors.
was another crash above us; again the car turned over, but that last
turn of our car raised in my mind the
idea that the whole of the following train, with its locomotive,
might come down and grind us to powder. Then came the burning, hoping,
almost despairing desire to get outside the ruined car.->
through a glass door, I finally emerged from the car. Let me tell now
what I saw. The accident had taken place upon an embankment. The two
passenger cars of our train had rolled down about sixty feet, finally
resting against the trees. The locomotive which had run into us had
passed on with several of its cars, not leaving the track. Four of them
had tumbled off on the other side of the embankment from us. One had
rolled down upon our side, just ahead of our two passenger cars. Another
was resting with its fore end upon the top of the car in which I rode,
its wheels thrust into our car, and thus actually forming an immense
bridge, under which a man could walk upright. For the space of thirty or
forty feet, where the cars had run after leaving the rails, and before
tumbling down the embankment, there was not a single tie or rail
remaining, nothing but the rough stones which had formed the ballasting
of the road.
lights were procured, there were found two score bruised, cut, lacerated
and stunned, but strange to say, not one person, as far as I could
learn, was killed outright! So wonderful seemed our preservation that I
think no one failed to attribute it to the gracious interposition of
Almighty God, and return to Him, some perhaps for the first time in
their lives, hearty, earnest, fervent thanks!”
Soldiers for Little Mac.—The nomination of McClellan
creates great enthusiasm among the soldiers. A vote was taken on board
the steamer Commonwealth from New York for Boston last Thursday evening, by
which 180 votes were given for McClellan and 43 for Lincoln. On the boat
were forty soldiers, and every one of them
voted for Little Mac. An officer of the Army of the Potomac on
board made the emphatic assertion that the army is for their old leader,
and feel that they have a personal interest in the election; and that no
interference or persuasions of officers will induce them to act contrary
to their honest convictions.
is no place for any northern man to stand, except on McClellan’s
platform or on the platforms of the abolition disunionists of the North,
or the rebellious secessionists of the South. Not a syllable of its
language is dubious, ambiguous or double-faced. It is open, clear,
ringing, and stands four square to all the winds of treason, blow they
from the White House or from Richmond.
Straw.—On Saturday afternoon, as the 700 or 800 soldiers
were marching from the camp to the steamer, while passing the corner of
Wallace and St. John streets, three cheers were called for “Little
Mac,” and were given with a will! Some one of them then called for
“three for Lincoln”–but a few groans was the only response.
Catchers of White Men.—At Elmira, New York, a squad of
President Lincoln’s Negro
soldiers are engaged in hunting up white boys who have been drafted.
The Negroes carry a high head, as, with gun in hand, they drag white men
from their families and march them off to camp, to fight for the freedom
of Southern Negroes who don’t want to be free. All who like this
picture can vote the Republican ticket.
1 orbis terrarum perturbation is Latin for “a disturbance of the
the phrase “torpedo boat” conjures up WWII-style images of American
PT boats, British MTBs and German E-boats, the original 1864 version
attacked with a spar torpedo or “bomb on a stick,” which had to be
placed under the armor belt of the targeted enemy vessel and then
detonated from a distance of only about fifteen feet. The efficacy of
this approach would soon be demonstrated by Lt. W. B. Cushing’s attack
upon CSS Albemarle the
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