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The following occurred on board the steamer Canada during her passage from Dubuque to St. Louis.

In the evening while many of the passengers were engaged in conversation, others whiling away their time at “euchre,” while some more rude perhaps, with the ribald jest and ungentlemanly oath, were passing the evening away, a young man seated himself at one of the tables, and engaged in reading his Bible. Another, and still another took their places around this temporary altar, until nearly all of that little band of soldiers, numbering about twenty, were reading the Scriptures. An aged man took his station in their midst. He had a pious and venerable air, for his hoary locks proclaimed that many a winter had passed over his head. There, those farming boys, with that old man, formed a group, whose actions indeed were worthy of all commendation. The creaking machinery of the boat, the dirge-like music of the wind, was loud; yet, above the clatter, all things else, we know those boys were heard in heaven, and that their prayers will be answered! Their Bibles, precious gift of home, are sacred with them, and will shield them too, when the glittering mail of yore would fall. Parents and friends of home, fear not for such brave sons, who, relying on Heaven, are not ashamed nor afraid to praise God, and do battle for the Star-Spangled Banner.

These were soldiers of the regular army enlisted in Dubuque, by Captain Washington.

Originally posted 2008-01-25 23:58:22.

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AIR– The Fine Old English Gentleman.

Down in a small Palmetto State the curious ones may find,
A ripping, rearing gentleman of an uncommon kind,
A staggering, swaggering sort of chap who takes his whiskey straignt,
And frequently condemns his eyes to that ultimate vengeance which a clergyman of high standing has assured must be a sinner’s fate;
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.

You trace his genealogy, and not far back you’ll see,
A most undoubted Octoroon or mayhap a mustee,
And if you note the shaggy locks that cluster on his brow,
You’ll find every other hair is varied with a kink that seldom denotes pure Caucasian blood, but on the contrary, betrays an admixture with a race not particular popular now:
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.

He always wears a full dress coat, pre-Adamite in cut.
With waistcoat of the broadest style, through which his ruffles jut;
Six breast-pins deck his horrid front, and on his fingers shine
Whole invoices of diamond rings which would hardly pass master with the original Jacobs in Chatham street for jewels gen-u-ine;
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.

He chews tobacco by the pound and spits upon the floor,
If there is not a box of sand behind the nearest door;
And when he takes his weekly spree, he clears a mighty track
Of everything that bears the shape of whiskey-skin, gin and sugar–brandy sour, peach, and honey, irrepressible cocktail, rum and gum, and luscious apple-jack,
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.

He takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an awful hand,
Especially when those he tricks his style don’t understand,
And if he wins,why, then, he stops to pocket all the stakes,
But if he loses, then he says to the unfortunate stranger who had chanced to win, “It’s my opinion you are a cursed Abolitionist, and if you don’t leave South Carolina in one hour, you will be hung like a dog;” but no offer to pay his losses he makes,
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.

Of course He’s all the time in debt to those who credit give,
Yet manages upon the best the market yields to live,
But if a Northern creditor asks him his bill to heed,
This honorable gentleman instantly draws his bowie-knives and a pistol, dons a blue cockade, and declares that in consequence of the repeated aggressions of the North, and its gross violations of the Constitution, he feels that it would utterly degrade him to pay any debt whatever, and that in fact he has at last determined to SECEDE,
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.

Originally posted 2008-01-24 15:45:32.

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The Colonel of an Alabama regiment, was famous for having everything done up in military style. Once, while field officer of the day, and going his tour of inspection, he came on a sentinel from the eleventh Mississippi regiment sitting flat down on his post, with his gun taken entirely to pieces, when the following dialogue took place:

Colonel. “Don’t you know that a sentinel while on duty, should always keep on his feet?”

Sentinel (without looking up). “That’s the way we used to do when the war first began; but that’s played out long ago.

Colonel (beginning to doubt if the man was on duty). “Are you the sentinel here?”

Sentinel. “Well, I’m sort of a sentinel.”

Colonel. “Well I’m a sort of officer of the day.”

Sentinel. “Well, if you’ll hold on till I sort of git my gun together, I’ll give you a sort of salute.”

Originally posted 2008-01-23 23:27:35.

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When Commander Davis took possession of Fort Pillow after its evacuation by the Confederates the following letter was found lying on a table in the officers’ quarters:


To the first Yankee who reads this

I present this table not as a manifestation of friendship, yet I entertain no personal animosity to him, but because I can’t transport it. After six weeks’ bombardment, without doing us any harm whatever, I know you will exult over the occupation of this place, but our evacuation will hurt you from another point with disastrous effect. Five millions white men fighting to be relieved from oppression will never be conquered by twenty millions actuated by malice and pecuniary gain, mark that. We have the science, energy and vigor, with the help of God, to extricate ourselves from this horrible and unnatural difficulty pressed upon us by the North; the day of retribution is approaching, and will fall upon you deadly as a bolt from heaven; may your sojourn at thei place be of few days and full of trouble.

Originally posted 2008-01-23 02:28:12.

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