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Thursday, April 16, 2026

Diary of 5th Sergeant Lawrence Van Alstyne, January 17, 1863

On account of my cough, which is worse when I lie down, I have walked about evenings or sat and chatted with others about the camp fire until tired enough to sleep, and last night crawled in near midnight where my two bedfellows were asleep. Soon after I got into a drowse from which I was awakened by a coughing spell and saw Walt standing by the help of the tent pole and groaning in agony. Soon I heard him say "I'll end it all right now," and with that he pitched over towards his knapsack and by the noise I thought he was after his revolver. I jumped across Jim, who lay asleep in the middle, and snatched the gun out of his hand before he had it out of the case. Out in the company street I threw the three revolvers and then grabbed for a sheath knife which I knew was there, getting hold of the handle just as he grabbed the sheath. By this time Story was in the game and we both had our hands full getting him down and quiet. I went for Dr. Andrus, who after lighting a candle and looking in Walt's eyes, told us to take him over to the hospital. The struggle had put him in agony and it was pitiful to see how he suffered. We staid with him the rest of the night and by morning he was helpless. Every joint seemed as stiff as if no joint was there. For the next five days I did little but watch him and help in any way I could to make him more comfortable. Then he and others were taken to the general hospital in the city, where they will at least be warm. We have had a cold rain and the camp is a bed of mud. The wind sifts through the cracks in this old shed and although a stove was kept running, it was too cold for comfort. I have slept but little in the last five nights, but the doctor has kept dosing me and I feel better than when this time with Walter began. Letters from home have made the world seem brighter and the men in it better.

SOURCE:  Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 82-3

Diary of 5th Sergeant Lawrence Van Alstyne, January 19, 1863

It rained hard last night and before the tents got soaked up enough water sifted through to wet our blankets and we hardly slept at all for the cold. Not being called on for anything I lay all day and dosed, trying to make up for the miserable night. Isaac Brownell, of Company B, who has done more to keep up the spirits of the men than anything else, is down and very sick. He is a mimic and could mimic anyone or anything. His antics have made us laugh when we felt more like crying, and we are all anxious about him. A case of smallpox was discovered yesterday and the man put in an outbuilding, where he died this morning. Dr. Andrus so far has been alone, and he looks like death.

Later. He has given out and another doctor from the hospital is coming to take his place. The sick list grows all the time.

SOURCE:  Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 84


Diary of 5th Sergeant Lawrence Van Alstyne, January 27, 1863

Two doctors came to take the place of Dr. Andrus and they have had plenty to do. For several days the weather has been hot, which opens the pores in our tents so the first rain sifts right through. Last night it rained and we had another night of twisting and turning and trying to sleep and with very poor success. I cough so when I lie down that I keep up and going all I can, for then I seem to feel the best. Dr. Andrus still looks after us. He is getting better and we are glad, for he is the mainstay in the family. Brownell died this forenoon and I shall never forget the scene. He was conscious and able to talk and the last he said was for us to stick and hang. "But boys," said he, "if I had the power, I would start north with all who wanted to go and as soon as we passed over four feet of ground I would sink it."

SOURCE:  Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 84

Diary of 5th Sergeant Lawrence Van Alstyne, January 28, 1863

Cold day. Ice formed on puddles last night. I am staying in my tent, keeping as warm as I can. I begin to feel I am going to give out. I have kept out of the hospital so far and hope to die right here in my tent if die I must. But to-morrow may be warmer and my cough better, and under such conditions my spunk will rise as it always has. So good-bye, diary. I am going to try for a nap.

SOURCE:  Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 85

Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Diary of Edward Bates, Saturday, June 4, 1859

Men as old as I am, it is said, are apt to be croakers and to complain of the degeneracy and corruption of the times. Certainly I am deeply disgusted and sick at heart to witness the impudence with which vice and profligacy bare their brazen faces to public [view], glorying in their shame. Examples —

1. Carstang v Shaw

The case of Effie. C. Carstang v Henry Shaw,71 for a breach of promise to marry, occupied the Court of Common Pleas for a week, ending last thursday afternoon — For the Pl[ain]t[i]ff : Wm. Holmes (ex Presbyterian Minister) Wright72 & Shrive — For the Def[endan]t: Shepley73 & Bates — It was a preposterous case I have no doubt a conspiracy to extort money from Mr. Shaw, who is very rich. Upon the evidence, it is my conscientious belief, that the verdict ought to have been for the defendant. Yet we were all astonished that a verdict was rendered, after but a few minutes['] deliberation, for the Plaintiff, with an assessment of damages, $100,000!!!

This atrocious verdict has excited, as it ought, the indignant denunciation of the public. We have moved for a new trial, and I do not doubt that Judge Reber74 will take pleasure in cleansing his record from so foul a blot upon the administration of justice.

I preserve the names of the jurors who were so stupid or so wicked, or both, as to give that verdict. Here they are — < Valentine Crancer, George. W. Shadwick, Ferd: Kohler, George. H. Smith, Henry Schneider, J. L. Casperson, Charles Chenot, Leon Deno, Samuel Finch, Mauritz Sternbach, J. P. Young, Wm. N. McQueen.>

I knew not one of the jury personally — the last one, McQueen is a young Scotchman, and a merchant, and I had hoped better things of him[.]

This abominable verdict shocked the moral sense of the community, and made most men fear for the safety of property and character. But next morning it was eclipsed by a crime, far more horrible.

2. On friday morning, June 3d. Joseph Charless,75 one of our most useful and best citizens, was brutally shot down in the street, as he was going to his place of business, by one Joseph Thornton, without provocation, without any apparent cause,76 and without a moment's time for consideration. He was shot twice and each wound was mortal. I saw him some, 20 or 30 minutes after he was shot, lying on the floor in the store of Mr. Thompson (just at whose door, in Market Street, between 3d. and 4th. the crime was done). A few hours after he was removed to his own house, where he lingered in agony, until 7 or 8 oclock this morning, when he was relieved from his sufferings, and passed, I trust, to a better life.

It is a sad thing to me and to the whole city. I knew Mr. Charless, a boy in his father's house, forty five years ago, and have marked his course through the world ever since — A man of energy and enterprise, eminently successful in business. Of high character and unspotted reputation. For many years a professor of Christianity and now an elder in the Presbyterian church — The Pine Street Church, in charge of Revd. Mr. McPheeters. He leaves a wife, and one child, a daughter married to a gentleman of Louisiana.

As to the murderer, Thornton, he was seised [sic] immediately and put to jail. It was feared yesterday, so general and so high was the excitement, that he would be seised by the mob and torn to pieces ; at night the Military was called out, but the night passed in tranquil [l]ity — Mr. C.[harless] still lived and the certainty of his speedy death was not yet known. Today there is a gloomy tranquil[l]ity on the surface, but judging from several indications, there is a deep settled feeling of revenge diffused among the people and a general distrust of the penal justice of the law — and, from all the signs, I think it more than probable that the poor wretch will meet his doom to night.

For him I have no pity, but I dread the consequences of such unlawful violence. Such lawless acts are dangerous precedents, and the wound[s] they inflict upon society are incurable. The nearest friends of the family, Mr. Drake77 et al: I believe, use all their influence to calm the people, and prevent mob violence.

[Marginal] Note. . . . [Rain — then cool weather] Yesterday I wore my over coat — Raglan — all day, in the court house and walking the streets. And now, Sunday morning, we need and have a good fire in the furnace.

Carlisle [sic] tells us (Vol 2. p. 254.)78 that prince Frederick in his restrained position and penal civil occupation at Custrin,79 became— “a man politely impregnable to the intrusion of human curiosity; able to look cheerily into the very eyes of men and talk in a social way, face to face, and yet continue intrinsically invisible to them—"

Somebody has written about the ring of Gyges80 which, being turned in a particular direction, made the wearer invisible. But this power of social and moral invisibility in Prince Frederick, is far more efficient in controlling the conduct of men and the actual business of Society. Still, great as the power it gives, a most unhappy faculty, which cuts off its possessor from all personal sympathies, and holds his heart in cold isolation. An admirable quality no doubt, in a born ruler of men, who is high above the common sympathies of life, and too great to be comfortable. The Prince who like Frederick, has the faculty forced upon him in the hard school of oppression and suspicion, is sure to be a tyrant, when he comes to power; and the private man who habitually acts out the policy of self-concealment, is equally sure to become a cold and selfish egot —

Shakespeare or Shakespere.

Col: Fuller, ex Editor of the New York Mirror, writing from London, gives account of his visit to the British Museum — In the "Autograph Room" where are collected the hand writings of thousands of notorious [sic] men — Kings and Queens, Statesmen, Warriors, Poets, orators, Artists —

There, among the rest, he saw a letter from the Great Dramatist, the name not spelt as we are wont to spell it, but written with his o[w]n hand — Shakspere —
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71 A wealthy English-born St. Louis merchant of cutlery who created the Missouri Botanical Garden.

72 Uriel Wright: spell-binding St. Louis criminal lawyer; state legislator; an ardent unionist until the capture of Camp Jackson (see infra, Nov. 25, 1865, note 74) aroused his indignation and led him to enlist in the Confederate Army.

73 John R. Shepley, law partner of Bates.

74 Samuel Reber, judge of the Court of Common Pleas.

75 Importer, manufacturer, jobber of drugs, president of the Mechanics' Bank, director of the Pacific Railroad Company, alderman, director of public schools, a founder of Washington University.

76 Mr. Charless had once been compelled to testify against him in court.

77 Probably C. D. Drake ; see infra, Feb. 12, 1863. note 13.

78 History of Frederick II of Prussia.

79 Frederick II was imprisoned at Cüstrin in close confinement and later forced to work in the auditor's office there, as part of his father's effort to break his will and turn him from literature and music to military pursuits.

80 A king of Lydia in the Seventh Century, B. C., who according to classical tradition (Herodotus tells the story) was enabled to murder his predecessor and secure his throne and his queen through the powers of invisibility given him by this magic ring.

SOURCE: Howard K. Beale, Editor, Annual Report of The American Historical Association For The Year 1930, Vol. 4, The Diary Of Edward Bates, pp. 20-3

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, Tuesday, April 1, 1862

A fine pleasant day. Went down to the Ave in the morning, got Draft of $20, sent to Mrs Barnes Phila. Called at McClees Photograph Rooms. He told me that he had mounted 2300 pictures the day before. The call for Photographs by Army officers has been unprecedented the past six months. My wife and Julia called upon me at the office today. I went this evening with Julia down to the Church Festival, did not attend or go in tonight, intend to go tomorrow. I was in at Willards, about as many officers there as usual and the Ave is crowded afternoons. Ed Dickerson gave us a call this evening. Holly has been to the Festival, has just come home. 11 o'clock. Julia is not yet in. “Bud” has gone to bed long ago, sick. The Fair was too much for him last night.

SOURCE: Horatio Nelson Taft, The Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, 1861-1865. Volume 1, January 1,1861-April 11, 1862, Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, Washington D. C.

Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, Friday, April 4, 1862

A delightful day. Quite still times here now since the soldiers left, but there are still soldiers in every direction, but the great Mass have left. 130,000 have gone down to Fortress Monroe. A large army is out in Virginia and a number of Regts are in the Forts over the River. I think there is but one full Regt now quartered in the City, the 91st Pa on Franklin Square. Julia and the boys attended the Festival this evening. The Lion of the evening was Lieut Morris of the “Cumberland.” Julia had a long chat with him. The little boys were interested and shook hands with him and came home quite elated. I was at the “National” with S D Moody most of the evening. No particular news.

SOURCE: Horatio Nelson Taft, The Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, 1861-1865. Volume 1, January 1,1861-April 11, 1862, Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, Washington D. C.

Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, Sunday, April 6, 1862

A delightful morning. Hearing that the “27th” were soon to move, I crossed the River to Alexandria and walked out to their Camp. But to my surprise found the Camp vacated. The Regt left on Friday. Lieut Gaul was left in charge of some Stores but he expects to leave tomorrow. The Regt went by RR to Warrenton junction and are on the Way to Richmond. God Speed them. A deserted camp is about the most desolate place imaginable. The tents were all standing but all was still and lonely where so lately all was life and motion. I got back to Washington about 5 o'clock. The Steam Boat was crowded both ways. The country over there looks desolate enough. “Poor Virginia” “put back half a century.”

SOURCE: Horatio Nelson Taft, The Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, 1861-1865. Volume 1, January 1,1861-April 11, 1862, Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, Washington D. C.

Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, Monday, April 7, 1862

Rain last night and mud this morning. In the office as usual. A fire broke out this morning on the corner of the Ave & 7th Street, it has been burning most of the day. Six stores and one Hotel were destroyed before three o'clock. Willie came down to the office before three to go home with me. I took him down to see the fire, he was some frightened at the noise and confusion. It has snowed most of the day and no wind so the fire did not burn very rapidly. All the engines were there, but the efficiency of the fire department was not much. Went down to the “National” to meet some gentlemen with S Seely of NY to examine Models & Drawings in reference to Iron covering for Ships of War. Staid till ½ past 10. We had the corrigated Iron in question. We think that there must be “something up” down the River as since 9 o'clock two messengers have called at our door with Dispatches for Comodore Smith from the War Department, perhaps the “Merrimac” is out again.

SOURCE: Horatio Nelson Taft, The Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, 1861-1865. Volume 1, January 1,1861-April 11, 1862, Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, Washington D. C.

Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, Tuesday, April 8, 1862

This has been a most dismal day, rain or Sleet has been falling all the time. I am all the time thinking of the Thousands of Soldiers who are now out in the storm without tents or shelter. Such must be the condition of Genl McDowells Division, which has advanced into Virginia on their way to Richmond leaving their tents behind, and also those who are now besieging Yorktown. The news tonight is that Island No 10 and the Shore Batteries have been surrendered to our troops. We shall get particulars tomorrow, probably. Genl McClellan is having a desperate time of it at Yorktown. The Rebels under McGruder are, it is said, Thirty thousand strong, but they must capitulate or run and run they cannot very easily. We are expecting news of a great battle at or near Corinth every day betwen Halleck and Beauregard. Each have over a hundred thousand men. It will be the great Battle of the war I think. Nothing has been heard from the Merrimac as yet.

SOURCE: Horatio Nelson Taft, The Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, 1861-1865. Volume 1, January 1,1861-April 11, 1862, Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, Washington D. C.

Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, Wednesday, April 9, 1862

It has stormed all day, rain, sleet and snow falling incessantly. News today of a great Battle West. Beauregard defeated and Island No 10 taken with all the land Batteries. Our armies everywhere victorious, more prisoners, guns, and munitions than our troops know what to do with. The City is in wild excitement over the news. A Salute of 100 guns ordered by the Sec'y of War. The great “Anaconda” is drawing in his coils tighter and tighter around the rebels. They have behaved most cowardly in every instance where they did not have the advantage in numbers or position. The proud “Southerners” had better strike the word chivalry from their vocabulary. I think they are a race of bombaster cowards and events are proveing it every day. We have had one Bull Run. They have a “Bully Run” every time they meet our troops.

SOURCE: Horatio Nelson Taft, The Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, 1861-1865. Volume 1, January 1,1861-April 11, 1862, Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, Washington D. C.

Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, Thursday, April 10, 1862

The weather is more settled today. Nothing in particular has occured. We are getting more of the particulars of the great Battle at Pittsburgh Landing, it was the most desperate fight of the War so far. There is nothing from Yorktown, to which all eyes are now turned. Both parties are in great force there. There must be another desperate encounter there. Our troops are flushed with Victory. The rebels are desperate.

SOURCE: Horatio Nelson Taft, The Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, 1861-1865. Volume 1, January 1,1861-April 11, 1862, Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, Washington D. C.

Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, Friday, April 11, 1862

Fine pleasant day. The Event here has been the passage of the Bill by the House abolishing Slavery in the District of Columbia. It had passed the Senate. No particular War news today. I was down to the Hotels. They are all full and quite a crowd at Willards. Went to the “Festival” to call for Julia about 10, staid an hour, it is the last night. We got home about 11½ o'clock. The nights are now bright and beautiful.

SOURCE: Horatio Nelson Taft, The Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft, 1861-1865. Volume 1, January 1,1861-April 11, 1862, Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, Washington D. C.

Monday, April 13, 2026

Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Friday, June 1, 1860

Carthage.  Pleasant day—Attending Court in the forenoon. At 2 P. M. Mr Warren, Mr Wheat & myself left Carthage, and came in Hamiltons carriage to Colmer, where they took the cars home, and I came to Macomb to address a political meeting tomorrow.

I am at the Randolph House. At near ten Oclock at night the people assembled round the house, and shouted for me till I had to go down, and show myself and shake hands & talk a little.

SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 413


Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Saturday, June 2, 1860

Macomb.  Early this morning the people began to gather in, and by noon from seven to ten thousand assembled. The morning was quite warm with a fresh breeze from the South, and the arrangements for speaking were made in the public square. Lawrence was to commence at 2 P. M. and I was to follow him. At 1 P. M. the wind shifted to the North, and blew almost a hurricane for half and hour, and then rained very heavily for sometime. Between 2 & 3 P. M. when it had almost ceased to rain although the earth was drenched, and the grass dripping, a great crowd of men and women assembled in the square, and I was compelled to address them, which I proceeded to do with my hat on, and an umbrella held over. After speaking an hour, being then thoroughly wet, and the rain increasing, it was proposed to adjourn to a large unfinished brick house, which we did, and where I addressed them for an hour longer tho' not one fourth of them could get in.

At 7 O'clock I took the cars for home where I arrived at 10, and found that rain had extended to Adams County in copious & abundant supply. It was the best and heaviest rain we have had this year. Lawrence and I dined with Mr Twyman, the son in law of Mr Chas Chandler

SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 413

Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Sunday, June 3, 1860

Very fine day. At Church A. M. & P. M. Just before night Mr & Mrs Goodrich, of Mass: Mr Goodrich being a member of the National Republican Committee called, and sat till near 10 O'clock. The moon is about full, and is as lovely a summer night as ever shone.

SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 413

Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Monday, June 4, 1860

Quincy & Carthage.  At 5 Oclock this morning took the cars for Plymouth on my way back to Hancock Court. Warren & Grimshaw in company and at Plymouth we were joined by Mr Sherman of Galesburg and we all came on together to Carthage with Hamiltons team and carriage, which Grimshaw had driven to Plymouth on Saturday—Got here a little after 10 Oclock and stopped at Artois Hamiltons—A very fine day.

SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 413

Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Wednesday, June 6, 1860

Thunder & lightning last night, and a little cool this morning. Attending Court

SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 413

Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Thursday, June 7, 1860

Carthage & Quincy.  Cool, pleasant day. At 3. PM Court & Quincy adjourned till Court in Course. Grimshaw, Jason Sherman & myself got Jno Hamilton to bring us, and Miss Mary Boude, who was going home with me, to Colmer, where we took supper, and at 7½ took the cars for Quincy where we arrived at 9½ at night. Miss Boude went home with me.

SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 413

Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Friday, June 8, 1860

Very pleasant day. At work in office. At 10½ A M. Mrs B & I rode to our place in 8th Street and called at Mr Coxs

SOURCE: The Diary of Orville Hickman Browning, Vol. 1, p. 413