BLOG EDITORS NOTE: For a punch recipe that includes hot water see 69th Regiment Punch.
SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, pp. 88-9
BLOG EDITORS NOTE: For a punch recipe that includes hot water see 69th Regiment Punch.
SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, pp. 88-9
No orders to advance. Armies travel slowly indeed. Within fifteen miles of the enemy and idly rotting in the mud.
Acting Brigadier-General Marrow when informed that Dumont would assume command of the brigade, became suddenly and violently ill, asked for and obtained a thirty-day leave.
I would give much to be home with the children during this holiday time; but unfortunately my health is too good, and will continue so in spite of me. The Major, poor man, is troubled in the same way.
SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, p. 89
Lieutenant St. John goes to Louisville with a man who was arrested as a spy; and strange to say the arrest was made at the instance of the prisoner's uncle, who is a captain in the Union army.
Captain Mitchell assumes command of company C to-morrow. The Colonel is incensed at the Major and me, because of the Adjutant's promotion. He intended to make a place in the company for a noncommissioned officer, who begged money from the boys to buy him a sword. We astonished him, however, by showing three commissions—one for the Adjutant, and one each for a first and second lieutenant, all of the company's own choosing.
SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, pp. 89-90
Called on General Dumont this morning; he is a small man, with a thin piping voice, but an educated and affable gentleman. Did not make his acquaintance in West Virginia, he being unwell while there and confined to his quarters.
This is a peculiar country; there are innumerable caverns, and every few rods places are found where the crust of the earth appears to have broken and sunk down hundreds of feet. One mile from camp there is a large and interesting cave, which has been explored probably by every soldier of the regiment.
SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, p. 90
General Buell is here, and a grand review took place to-day.
Since we left Elkwater there has been a steadily increasing element of insubordination manifested in many ways, but notably in an unwillingness to drill, in stealing from camp and remaining away for days. This, if tolerated much longer, will demoralize even the best of men and render the regiment worthless.
SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, p. 90
Moving only about
two miles, we stopped for the night on the road leading from Jacinto to
Marietta. Had quite a hard rain in the evening.
SOURCE: Richard R.
Hancock, Hancock's Diary: Or, A History of the Second Tennessee Confederate
Cavalry, p. 174
Moving two miles
again, we halted for a few days at Marietta, a small village in Itawamba
County, twenty-one miles from Jacinto.
A part of the army
stopped at Baldwin, a station on the Mobile and Ohio Railroad, twelve miles
west of Marietta, while the rest went further south. The wagons belonging to
our battalions were at Baldwin.
SOURCE: Richard R.
Hancock, Hancock's Diary: Or, A History of the Second Tennessee Confederate
Cavalry, p. 174
McKnight's Company
went on a scout toward Bay Spring. They brought no news of interest.
SOURCE: Richard R.
Hancock, Hancock's Diary: Or, A History of the Second Tennessee Confederate
Cavalry, p. 174
The battalion fell
back almost three miles from Marietta.
SOURCE: Richard R.
Hancock, Hancock's Diary: Or, A History of the Second Tennessee Confederate
Cavalry, p. 174
After a march of
about seventeen miles on the Fulton road, we camped within a few hundred yards
of the Tombigbee River, near where Colonel Bennett's Battalion was camped.
SOURCE: Richard R.
Hancock, Hancock's Diary: Or, A History
of the Second Tennessee Confederate Cavalry, p. 174
We moved about two
hundred yards and encamped on the bank of the Tombigbee. Our wagons were
brought out to us, loaded with corn, provisions and cooking vessels. Our tents
were left at the railroad. Our wagons had not been with us,
except two nights at Booneville, since they left us at Jacinto (May 5th).
Fulton, the county
seat of Itawamba County, was about one mile from our camp, on the east side of
the TombigbeÄ™, and about twenty-one miles from Marietta.
SOURCE: Richard R.
Hancock, Hancock's Diary: Or, A History of the Second Tennessee Confederate
Cavalry, pp. 174-5
From early morning
(or at least from the earliest hour of which I am personally-cognizant) the
town was all agog about the Japanese ambassadors. Streets were already swarming
as I went downtown. Hardly an omnibus but was filled full. Every other person,
at least, was manifestly a rustic or a stranger. Flags everywhere. Small
detachments of our valiant militia marching, grim and sweaty, to their
respective positions. Dragoons, hussars, and lancers, by twos and threes,
trotting about with looks of intense uneasiness. The whole aspect of things
indicated some great event at hand.
I left Wall Street
at about two-thirty, intending merely to walk uptown and observe the humors of
the dense crowd that lined both sides of Broadway, for I was so sick of talk
about the Japanese that I vowed that I would not see them. But I met young Dudley
Field, who kindly insisted on my taking advantage of certain eligible windows
in his office on Broadway. There I found his sister, Miss Jenny, Miss Laura
Belden, Judge Sutherland and Judge Leonard, Gerard, and one or two more, with
strawberries and ice cream, and so forth, and saw all the show to great
advantage.
Quite an imposing
turnout of horse, foot, and artillery. Ditto of aldermen in barouches and
yellow kids, trying to look like gentlemen. The first-chop Japanese sat in
their carriage like bronze statues, aristocratically calm and indifferent. The
subordinates grinned, and wagged their ugly heads, and waved their fans to the
ladies in the windows. Every window in Broadway was full of them. The most
striking object was the crowd that closed in and followed the procession.
Broadway was densely filled, sidewalks and trottoir both, for many blocks, and
mostly with roughs. Bat the police kept good order. I made my way uptown
through side streets with difficulty, for they were thronged with currents of sightseers
flowing off from the great central canal, and of loafers, slinging along with
the characteristic loaferine trot to get ahead of the procession and have
another look at the Japs. . . .
Two old fools,
Samuel Neill and Tom Bryan, have been making themselves ridiculous by going to
North Carolina in this weather and fighting a duel. The former, they say, has a
bullet hole through the arm. They got into a squabble “late at e’en, drinking
the wine” at the Union Club, over the weighty question of Garibaldi’s
nationality. One said he was a Scotchman, and the other said he wasn’t, and
they punched each other’s heads without being able to settle it that way.
Garibaldi, by-the-by, holds his own. Success to him, filibuster as he is. There
are limits even to conservatism.
Professor Dwight has
been heard at length in our Law School appeal by the Court of Appeals, which
held a special evening session for that purpose. Judge Denio and O’Conor and
others say it was a very able argument. . . .
Was at the Savings Bank
Thursday afternoon, taking Hamilton Fish’s place as attending trustee. His
daughter. Miss Sarah, has just married one Sidney Webster, and the Governor had
to do the honors of the wedding reception.
There is talk of the
Democrats nominating Judge Nelson. I’d gladly vote for him, especially so
against “Abe,” whose friends seem to rest his claims to high office chiefly on
the fact that he split rails when he was a boy. I am tired of this shameless
clap-trap. The log-cabin hard-cider craze of 1840 seemed spontaneous. This
hurrah about rails and railsplitters seems a deliberate attempt to manufacture
the same kind of furor by appealing to the shallowest prejudices of the lowest
class. It ought to fail, and I hope it may; but unless the Democrats put up a strong
man, it will succeed.
SOURCE: Allan Nevins
and Milton Halset Thomas, Editors, Diary of George Templeton Strong,
Vol. 3, pp. 32-3
Attended the British
Consul this morning, closing a commission to take testimony for the Court of
Sessions.12 Talked with him about the proposed visit of the Prince
of Wales. Archibald seems to have been called on by his government to advise
whether the Prince, if he come here, shall accept the invitation of the city
government or decline it and travel through the country incognito. He wanted to
know what I thought about it, and I decidedly recommended that this royal imp
should visit us as an English gentleman or nobleman, and accept no public
hospitalities, for the tender mercies of the Common Council are cruel. But Mr.
Archibald thinks otherwise, and he may be right. A frank acceptance by the
Prince of any civility paid him by our public functionaries, such as they are,
would flatter the public vanity and bring us closer to England. . . . Crowd at
the Metropolitan Hotel all day, except at intervals when dispersed by a shower.
People stand and stare at the windows for a vision of some ugly Mongol mug
protruded for a moment and then withdrawn.
_______________
12 E. M. Archibald had been the able British
consul since 1857.
SOURCE: Allan Nevins
and Milton Halset Thomas, Editors, Diary of George Templeton Strong,
Vol. 3, p. 34
This evening with
Mr. Ruggles to Dr. Gilman’s, Thirteenth Street, to meet sundry of the
professors of our Medical College and consider whether any kind of scientific
post-graduate course can be evolved out of nothing by concerted action between
Columbia College and this, its new ally. President King and Torrey were there,
and the Medical College was represented by Gilman, Parker, Delafield, Clark,
Dalton, and other medicine men, generally of high caste. We talked the matter
over and agreed to meet again a fortnight hence. Something may come of it, but
my expectations are moderate. The Medical College building, at the comer of
Twenty-third and Fourth Avenue, is convenient and accessible, but we want men
of larger calibre than Joy, McCulloh, Dr. Delafield, and Dr. Parker. . .13
The Democratic
Baltimore Convention is still sitting, and none the easier for sitting. The
great old Democratic Party is in articulo
mortis; its convention is abolishing of itself, and just on the eve of
suicide by dismemberment and disintegration, after the manner of certain
star-fishes (vide Gosse). If Douglas
be nominated, a Southern limb drops off. If any other man is nominated, a
Northwestern ray or arm secedes. Southern swashbucklers demand an ultra-nigger
platform that would cost the party every Northern state; unless it be adopted,
they will depart to put on their war paint and—whet their scalping knives. The
worst temper prevails; delegates punch each other and produce revolvers. In
short, a wasps’ nest divided against itself is a pastoral symphony compared to
this Witenagemot. Its session has abounded thus far in scandalous, shameful
brutalities and indecencies that disgrace the whole country and illustrate the
terrible pace at which we seem traveling down hill toward sheer barbarism and
savagery.
The Convention has
made little progress yet—has not even succeeded in defining its own identity.
Its throes and gripings have thus far been on the question whether certain
chivalric delegations that seceded at Charleston shall be received back
digested and assimilated, or rejected as foreign matter. The New York
delegation seems to hold the balance of power. After Douglas, Dickinson and
Horatio Seymour are talked of; I could vote for the latter. There is a Nelson
movement, too, silent as yet, but growing.14 But the elements of the
Convention are in unstable combination, and it is likely to decompose with an
explosion like chloride of nitrogen, or disintegrate like a Prince Rupert’s
drop, on the slightest provocation before it nominates anybody. And, if one
half of its bullies and blackguards and Southern gentlemen will make free use
of their revolvers on the other half, during the general reaction and melee
that is like to accompany the act of decomposition, and will then get
themselves decently hanged for homicide, the country will be safe; and millions
yet unborn will bless the day when the Baltimore Convention of 1860 exploded
and the Democratic Party ceased to exist.
13 Willard Parker (1800-1884), for whom the Willard
Parker Hospital for Infectious Diseases in New York is named, had studied in
Europe and held chairs of anatomy and surgery in several medical schools in
this country before he joined the faculty of the College of Physicians and
Surgeons as professor of principles and practice of surgery (1839-1870). Edward
Delafield (1794—1875), ophthalmologist and surgeon, founded the New York Eye
and Ear Infirmary in 1818. He occupied the chair of obstetrics and diseases of
women in the College of Physicians and Surgeons from 1825 to 1838, and was
president of the College from 1858 to 1875. Alonzo Clark (1807-1887) held the
chair of physiology and pathology in the College of Physicians and Surgeons
from 1848 to 1855, when he became professor of pathology and practical medicine
in the same school. John Call Dalton (1825—1889) was the first physician in
America to devote himself exclusively to experimental physiology and related
sciences. His studies with Claude Bernard in Paris turned his ambition from
practice to teaching, and he introduced the experimental method in teaching of
physiology, thus opening a new era in medical education. He occupied the chair
of physiology in the College of Physicians and Surgeons 1855-1883, and served
as president 1884-1889.
14 Strong’s unwillingness to vote for the
politician Daniel S. Dickinson (1800-1866) is understandable. The movement for
Justice Samuel Nelson of the Supreme Court (1792-1873) developed no strength.
SOURCE: Allan Nevins
and Milton Halset Thomas, Editors, Diary of George Templeton Strong,
Vol. 3, pp. 34-6
Mr. Ruggles came in
this evening and reports that the rump of the Convention has nominated Douglas.
Afterwards came Walter Cutting, very kindly offering me tickets for the grand
ball Monday night in honor of the Japanese embassy. Tickets are in great demand
and hardly to be got by any one who has not an uncle or a confederate in the
City Councils. It will be a showy and lavish entertainment, but neither Ellie
nor I care to assist. Have encountered attaches of the embassy twice, looking
over books and buying largely at Appleton's new store. They seem intelligent
and observant, talk in soft oriental whispers, and contrive to make themselves
understood by Kernot and Allen and the other salesmen. Books on the industrial
arts, geographies, atlases, and high-colored lithograph illustrations interest
them especially. They buy largely, also, of children’s books, and say "new
language—child’s book— very good.’’
SOURCE: Allan Nevins
and Milton Halset Thomas, Editors, Diary of George Templeton Strong,
Vol. 3, p. 36
“The day was ushered
in," as the newspapers say, with the usual racket, which has not yet
abated. I lounged downtown after breakfast, and made an expedition to Jersey
City; partly for want of something to do, and partly to give Miss Rosalie Ruggles
the latest news from Barrington. A sweltering hot day it has been, as I found
out on my walk home after lunching at Delmonico’s.
15 The Great
Eastern, a British liner designed by Russell Scott weighing almost 19,000
deadweight tons, the leviathan of her day, had reached New York, June 28, to
find the shores black with throngs excited over her arrival. In the first five
days 143,764 people paid to visit her.
SOURCE: Allan Nevins
and Milton Halset Thomas, Editors, Diary of George Templeton Strong,
Vol. 3, p. 37
THE season is
excellent for military operations, such as any Napoleon could wish it. And we,
lying not on our oars or arms, but in our beds, as our spes patriæ is warmly and cosily established in a
large house, receiving there the incense and salutations of all flunkeys. Even
cabinet ministers crowd McClellan's antechambers!
The massacre at
Ball's Bluff is the work either of treason, or of stupidity, or of cowardice,
or most probably of all three united.
No European
government and no European nation would thus coolly bear it. Any commander
culpable of such stupidity would be forever disgraced, and dismissed from the
army. Here the administration, the Cabinet, and all the Scotts, the McClellans,
the Thomases, etc., strain their brains and muscles to whitewash themselves or
the culprit—to represent this massacre as something very innocent.
Victoria! Victoria!
Old Scott, Old Mischief, gone overboard! So vanished one of the two evil
genii keeping guard over Mr. Lincoln's brains. But it will not be so easy to
redress the evil done by Scott. He nailed the country's cause to such a
turnpike that any of his successors will perhaps be unable to undo what Old
Mischief has done. Scott might have had certain, even eminent, military
capacity; but, all things considered, he had it only on a small scale. Scott
never had in his hand large numbers, and hundreds of European generals of
divisions would do the same that Scott did, even in Mexico. Any one in Europe,
who in some way or other participated in the events of the last forty years,
has had occasion to see or participate in one single day in more and better
fighting, to hear more firing, and smell more powder, than has General Scott in
his whole life.
Scott's fatal
influence palsied, stiffened, and poisoned every noble or higher impulse, and
every aspiration of the people. Scott diligently sowed the first seeds of
antagonism between volunteers and regulars, and diligently nursed them. Around
his person in the War Department, and in the army, General Scott kept and
maintained officers, who, already before the inauguration, declared, and daily
asserted, that if it comes to a war, few officers of the army will unite with
the North and remain loyal to the Union.
He never forgot to
be a Virginian, and was filled with all a Virginian's conceit. To the last hour
he warded off blows aimed at Virginia. To this hour he never believed in a
serious war, and now requiescat in pace until the curse
of coming generations.
McClellan is
invested with all the powers of Scott. McClellan has more on his shoulders than
any man—a Napoleon not excepted—can stand; and with his very limited capacity
McClellan must necessarily break under it. Now McClellan will be still more
idolized. He is already a kind of dictator, as Lincoln, Seward, etc., turn
around him.
In a conversation
with Cameron, I warned him against bestowing such powers on McClellan.
"What shall we do?" was Cameron's answer; "neither the President
nor I know anything about military affairs." Well, it is true; but
McClellan is scarcely an apprentice.
Again the
intermittent fear, or fever, of foreign intervention. How absurd! Americans
belittle themselves talking and thinking about it. The European powers will
not, and cannot. That is my creed and my answer; but some of our agents,
diplomats, and statesmen, try to made capital for themselves from this fever
which they evoke to establish before the public that their skill preserves the
country from foreign intervention. Bosh!
All the good and
useful produced in the life and in the economy of nations, all the just and the
right in their institutions, all the ups and downs, misfortunes and disasters
befalling them, all this was, is, and forever will be the result of logical deductions from
pre-existing dates and facts. And here almost everybody forgets the yesterday.
A revolution imposes
obligations. A revolution makes imperative the development and the practical
application of those social principles which are its basis.
The American
Revolution of 1776 proclaimed self-government, equality before all, happiness
of all, etc.; it is therefore the peremptory duty of the American people to
uproot domestic oligarchy, based upon living on the labor of an enslaved man;
it has to put a stop to the moral, intellectual, and physical servitude of
both, of whites and of colored.
Eminent men in
America are taunted with the ambition to reach the White House. In itself it is
not condemnable; it is a noble or an ignoble ambition, according to the ways
and means used to reach that aim. It is great and stirring to see one's name
recorded in the list of Presidents of the United States; but there is still a
record far shorter, but by far more to be envied—a record venerated by our race—it
is the record of truly great men. The actually inscribed
runners for the White House do not think of this.
No one around me
here seems to understand (and no one is familiar enough with general history)
that protracted wars consolidate a nationality. Every day of Southern existence
shapes it out more and more into a nation, with all the necessary
moral and material conditions of existence.
Seeing these
repeated reviews, I cannot get rid of the idea that by such shows and
displays McClellan tries to frighten the rebels in the Chinaman fashion. The
collateral missions to England, France, and Spain, are to add force to our
cause before the public opinion as well as before the rulers. But what a
curious choice of men! It would be called even an unhappy one. Thurlow Weed,
with his offhand, apparently sincere, if not polished ways, may not be too
repulsive to English refinement, provided he does not buttonhole his
interlocutionists, or does not pat them on the shoulder. So Thurlow Weed will
be dined, wined, etc. But doubtless the London press will show him up, or some
"Secesh" in London will do it. I am sure that Lord Lyons, as it is
his paramount duty, has sent to Earl Russell a full and detailed biography of
this Seward's alter ego, sent ad latus to
Mr. Adams. Thurlow Weed will be considered an agreeable fellow; but he never
can acquire much weight and consideration, neither with the statesmen, nor with
the members of the government, nor in saloons, nor with the public at large.
Edward Everett
begged to be excused from such a false position offered to him in London. Not
fish, not flesh. It was rather an offence to proffer it to Everett. The old
patriot better knows Europe, its cabinets, and exigencies, than those who
attempted to intricate him in this ludicrous position. He is right, and he will
do more good here than he could do in London—there on a level with Thurlow
Weed!
Archbishop Hughes is
to influence Paris and France,—but whom? The public opinion, which is on our
side, is anti-Roman, and Hughes is an Ultra Montane—an opinion not over
friendly to Louis Napoleon. The French clergy in every way, in culture, wisdom,
instruction, theology, manners, deportment, etc., is superior to Hughes in
incalculable proportions, and the French clergy are already generally
anti-slavery. Hughes to act on Louis Napoleon! Why! the French Emperor can
outwit a legion of Hugheses, and do this without the slightest effort. Besides,
for more than a century European sovereigns, governments, and cabinets, have
generally given up the use of bishops, etc., for political, public, or
confidential missions. Mr. Seward stirs up old dust. All the liberal party in
Europe or France will look astonished, if not worse, at this absurdity.
All things
considered, it looks like one of Seward's personal tricks, and Seward outwitted
Chase, took him in by proffering a similar mission to Chase's friend, Bishop
McIlvaine. But I pity Dayton. He is a high-toned man, and the mission of Hughes
is a humiliation to Dayton.
Whatever may be the
objects of these missions, they look like petty expedients, unworthy a minister
of a great government.
Mason and Slidell
caught. England will roar, but here the people are satisfied. Some of the
diplomats make curious faces. Lord Lyons behaves with dignity. The small
Bremen flatter right and left, and do it like little lap-dogs.
Governor Andrew of
Massachusetts, ex-Governor Boutwell, are tip-top men—men of the people. The
Blairs are too heinous, too violent, in their persecution of Fremont. Warned M.
Blair not to protect one whom Fremont deservedly expelled. But M. Blair, in his
spite against Fremont, took a mean adventurer by the hand, and entangled
therein the President.
The vessel and the
crew are excellent, and would easily obey the hand of a helmsman, but there is
the rub, where to find him? Lincoln is a simple man of the prairie, and his
eyes penetrate not the fog, the tempest. They do not perceive the signs of the
times - cannot embrace the horizon of the nation. And thus his small
intellectual insight is dimmed by those around him. Lincoln begins now already
to believe that he is infallible; that he is ahead of the people, and frets
that the people may remain behind. Oh simplicity or conceit!
Again, Lincoln is
frightened with the success in South Carolina, as in his opinion this success
will complicate the question of slavery. He is frightened as to what he shall
do with Charleston and Augusta, provided these cities are taken.
It is disgusting to
hear with what superciliousness the different members of the Cabinet speak of
the approaching Congress—and not one of them is in any way the superior of many
congressmen.
When Congress meets,
the true national balance account will be struck. The commercial and
piratical flag of the secesh is virtually in all waters and ports. (The little
cheese-eater, the Hollander, was the first to raise a fuss against the United
States concerning the piratical flag. This is not to be forgotten.) 2d.
Prestige, to a great extent, lost. 3d. Millions upon millions wasted.
Washington besieged and blockaded, and more than 200,000 men kept in check by
an enemy not by half as strong. 4th. Every initiative which our diplomacy tried
abroad was wholly unsuccessful, and we are obliged to submit to new
international principles inaugurated at our cost; and, summing up, instead of a
broad, decided, general policy, we have vacillation, inaction, tricks, and
expedients. The people fret, and so will the Congress. Nations are as individuals;
any partial disturbance in a part of the body occasions a general chill. Nature
makes efforts to check the beginning of disease, and so do nations. In the
human organism nature does not submit willingly to the loss of health, or of a
limb, or of life. Nature struggles against death. So the people of the Union
will not submit to an amputation, and is uneasy to see how unskilfully its own
family doctors treat the national disease.
Port Royal, South
Carolina, taken. Great and general rejoicing. It is a brilliant feat of arms,
but a questionable military and war policy. Those attacks on the circumference,
or on extremities, never can become a death-blow to secesh. The rebels must be
crushed in the focus; they ought to receive a blow at the heart. This new
strategy seems to indicate that McClellan has not heart enough to attack the
fastnesses of rebeldom, but expects that something may turn up from these small
expeditions. He expects to weaken the rebels in their focus. I wish McClellan
may be right in his expectations, but I doubt it.
Officers of
McClellan's staff tell that Mr. Lincoln almost daily comes into McClellan's
library, and sits there rather unnoticed. On several occasions McClellan let
the President wait in the room, together with other common mortals.
The English
statesmen and the English press have the notion deeply rooted in their brains
that the American people fight for empire. The rebels do it, but not the free
men.
Mr. Seward's
emphatical prohibition to Mr. Adams to mention the question of slavery may have
contributed to strengthen in England the above-mentioned fallacy. This is a
blunder, which before long or short Seward will repent. It looks like
astuteness—ruse; but if so, it is the resource of a rather limited
mind. In great and minor affairs, straightforwardness is the best policy.
Loyalty always gets the better of astuteness, and the more so when the opponent
is unprepared to meet it. Tricks can be well met by tricks, but tricks are
impotent against truth and sincerity. But Mr. Seward, unhappily, has spent his
life in various political tricks, and was surrounded by men whose intimacy must
have necessarily lowered and unhealthily affected him. All his most intimates
are unintellectual mediocrities or tricksters.
Seward is free from
that infamous know-nothingism of which this Gen. Thomas is the great master (a
man every few weeks accused of treason by the public opinion, and undoubtedly
vibrating between loyalty here and sympathy with rebels).
All this must have
unavoidably vitiated Mr. Seward's better nature. In such way only can I see
plainly why so many excellent qualities are marred in him. He at times can
broadly comprehend things around him; he is good-natured when not stung, and he
is devoted to his men.
As a patriot, he is
American to the core—were only his domestic policy straight-forward and
decided, and would he only stop meddling with the plans of the campaign, and
let the War Department alone.
Since every part of
his initiative with European cabinets failed, Seward very skilfully dispatches
all the minor affairs with Europe—affairs generated by various maritime and
international complications. Were his domestic policy as correct as is now his
foreign policy, Seward would be the right man.
Statesmanship
emerges from the collision of great principles with important interests. In the
great Revolution, the thus called fathers of the nation were the offsprings of
the exigencies of the time, and they were fully up to their task. They were
vigorous and fresh; their intellect was not obstructed by any political
routine, or by tricky political praxis. Such men are now needed at the helm to carry
this noble people throughout the most terrible tempest. So in these days one
hears so much about constitutional formulas as safeguards of liberty. True
liberty is not to be virtually secured by any framework of rules and
limitations, devisable only by statecraft. The perennial existence of liberty
depends not on the action of any definite and ascertainable machinery, but on
continual accessions of fresh and vital influences. But perhaps such influences
are among the noblest, and therefore among the rarest, attributes of man.
Abroad and here,
traitors and some pedants on formulas make a noise concerning the violation of
formulas. Of course it were better if such violations had been left undone. But
all this is transient, and evoked by the direst necessity. The Constitution was
made for a healthy, normal condition of the nation; the present condition is
abnormal. Regular functions are suspended. When the human body is ruined or
devoured by a violent disease, often very tonic remedies are used—remedies
which would destroy the organism if administered when in a healthy, normal
condition. A strong organism recovers from disease, and from its treatment.
Human societies and institutions pass through a similar ordeal, and when they
are unhinged, extraordinary and abnormal ways are required to maintain the
endangered society and restore its equipoise.
Examining day after
day the map of Virginia, it strikes one that a movement with half of the army
could be made down from Mount Vernon by the two turnpike roads, and by
water to Occoquan, and from there to Brentsville. The country there seems to be
flat, and not much wooded. Manassas would be taken in the rear, and surrounded,
provided the other half of the army would push on by the direct way from here
to Manassas, and seriously attack the enemy, who thus would be broken, could
not escape. This, or any plan, the map of Virginia ought to suggest to the
staff of McClellan, were it a staff in the true meaning. Dybitsch and Toll,
young colonels in the staff of Alexander I., 1813-'14, originated the march on
Paris, so destructive to Napoleon. History bristles with evidences how with
staffs originated many plans of battles and of campaigns; history explains the
paramount influence of staffs on the conduct of a war. Of course Napoleon
wanted not a suggestive, but only an executive staff; but McClellan is not a
Napoleon, and has neither a suggestive nor an executive staff around him. A
Marcy to suggest a plan of a campaign or of a battle, to watch over its
execution!
I spoke to McDowell
about the positions of Occoquan and Brentsville. He answered that perhaps
something similar will be under consideration, and that McClellan must show his
mettle and capacity. I pity McDowell's confidence.
Besides, the
American army as it was and is educated, nursed, brought up by Gen. Scott, —the
army has no idea what are the various and complicated duties of a staff. No
school of staff at West Point; therefore the difficulty to find now genuine
officers of the staff. If McClellan ever moves this army, then the defectiveness
of his staff may occasion losses and even disasters. It will be worse with his
staff than it was at Jena with the Prussian staff, who were as conceited as the
small West Point clique here in Washington.
West Point instructs
well in special branches, but does not necessarily form generals and captains.
The great American Revolution was fought and made victorious by men not from
any military schools, and to whom were opposed commanders with as much military
science as there was possessed and current in Europe. Jackson, Taylor, and even
Scott, are not from the school.
I do not wish to
judge or disparage the pupils from West Point, but I am disgusted with the
supercilious and ridiculous behavior of the clique here, ready to form
prætorians or anything else, and poisoning around them the public opinion.
Western generals are West Point pupils, but I do not hear them make so much
fuss, and so contemptuously look down on the volunteers. These
Western generals pine not after regulars, but make use of such elements as they
have under hand. The best and most patriotic generals and
officers here, educated at West Point, are numerous. Unhappily a clique,
composed of a few fools and fops, overshadows the others.
McClellan's
speciality is engineering. It is a speciality which does not form captains and
generals for the field,— at least such instances are very rare. Of all
Napoleon's marshals and eminent commanders, Berthier alone was educated as
engineer, and his speciality and high capacity was that of a chief of the
staff. Marescott or Todleben would never claim to be captains. The intellectual
powers of an engineer are modeled, drilled, turned towards the defensive,—the
engineer's brains concentrate upon selecting defensive positions, and combine
how to strengthen them by art. So an engineer is rather disabled from embracing
a whole battle-field, with its endless casualties and space. Engineers are the
incarnation of a defensive warfare; all others, as artillerists, infantry, and
cavalry, are for dashing into the unknown—into the space; and thus these
specialities virtually represent the offensive warfare.
When will they begin
to see through McClellan, and find out that he is not the man? Perhaps too
late, and then the nation will sorely feel it.
Mr. Seward almost
idolizes McClellan. Poor homage that; but it does mischief by reason of its
influence on the public opinion.
SOURCE: Adam
Gurowski, Diary from March 4, 1861, to November 12, 1862, pp.
115-28
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The peninsula of Florida is of the latest geological formation, one mass of sand, with few rocks of the softest consistency, and, were it not for its delightful climate, would be as barren as the deserts of Africa. It is cut up by innumerable rivers, streams, and rivulets, which, watering the soil, nourish a rank growth of weeds and grass, which, continually decomposing, gives a rich soil, and gives rise in time to a heavy growth of live oak, palmetto, and scrub of every kind. These are the dreaded hummocks, the stronghold of the Indians, where he builds his hut, and has pumpkin and corn fields. The stream furnishes him with abundance of fish and alligators, the palmetto its cabbage. The thick growth conceals his little fire and hut, secures his escape, enables him to creep within a few yards of the deer or turkey feeding on the border, and drive his copper-headed, barbed arrow through the vital part. In a word, the deep streams, bordered by the dense hummock, have enabled the Indians thus far to elude the pursuit of our army.
The remainder of the country is so very level that water will not flow off, but collects in ponds until absorbed by the sand or evaporated. These ponds are met at every few yards, sometimes miles in extent and but few inches in depth, at other places narrow and boggy. All else is pine barren, and of course monotonous.
As to the history of the war,—the same as all our Indian wars. A treaty for the removal is formed by a few who represent themselves as the whole; the time comes, and none present themselves. The Government orders force to be used; the troops in the territory commence, but are so few that they all get massacred. The cowardly inhabitants, instead of rallying, desert their homes and sound the alarm-call for assistance. An army supposed to be strong enough is sent, seeks and encounters the enemy at a place selected by the latter, gets a few hundred killed. The Indians retreat, scatter, and are safe. This may be repeated ad infinitum. The best officer is selected to direct the affairs of the army, comes to Florida, exposes himself, does all he can, gets abused by all, more than likely breaks down his constitution, and is glad enough to get out of the scrape. Treaties, truces, and armistices have been and are still being tried, with what success is notorious. The present mode of conducting things is to dispose the troops at fixed points, and require them to scout and scour the country in their vicinity,—about as good a plan as could be adopted, and one which would terminate the war if small columns of a hundred or a hundred and fifty men were to make excursions into the interior. We have from this post thoroughly expelled the Indians from this section of the territory, and have had the good luck to kill some and capture others, besides destroying and capturing boats, canoes, etc. The same has been done below and throughout that district where war prevails.
In the west, there is peace. General A—— is buying them up, and, what is to be wondered at, has learned wisdom by experience. You doubtless know that he was most egregiously hoaxed last fall by them, but now he places all who come in under a strong guard, so they can't get off this time. Some flatter themselves that there is hope of the war's ending this summer, but I think there is no probability, as they have burnt their fields and hunting-grounds to the west and northwest of us, and Sam Jones and Coacoocher are still out, and have not the least notion of coming in whilst they are so strong. We have just returned from a very pleasant scout, having been eight days out, examining several streams that empty south of us, without, however, accomplishing anything or seeing any sights except those left by a hunting party some ten or twelve days previous. We went to Jupiter, famous for the grab by General Jesup; from this place we went out to the battle-ground on the Locha Hatchee, where the Indians made a stand against General Jesup in 1838. It was a dense hummock on the stream called Locha Hatchee, where the army was to pass on the way to Jupiter. The trees were riddled with balls, and several of our men, who had been at the battle, pointed out the trees behind which Captain Such-a-one and Lieutenant Such, etc., etc., stood; the limb over which our men crossed to get at the enemy; how the general got his spectacles smashed by a ball, etc., etc.; how the volunteer militia, as usual, were seized with a panic, gathered together like sheep, presenting a sure target for the Indians, which of course was not allowed to pass unheeded.
SOURCE: Rachel Sherman Thorndike, Editor, The Sherman Letters: Correspondence Between General and Senator Sherman from 1837 to 1891, pp. 13-5
[Fort Pierce, Florida, January 16th 1841.]
Upon all scouts or expeditions of danger, all the officers insist upon going, but as it is necessary that at least one should stay at the fort, this is done by rotation, and upon the expedition to the Hanlover, ninety miles distant, it fell to my share to remain. On the 4th instant the boats, seven in all, with four officers and forty-three men, left the fort, intending to travel by night and lay by by day; but not having a guide, and their map being incorrect, they could not find the way, so on the third day out they concluded it was best to hurry on by day, reach the point where they expected to find Indians, and lie concealed; but on the fourth morning they espied a little canoe in a cove, went ashore, found a trail, followed it, and soon came to a cluster of board and palmetto huts, which they rushed upon, but only found a negro family, —— man, wife, and two children, as also an old squaw and papoose. They secured these, and learned that a party of Indians living at this place, and another which our party had previously destroyed, had gone up to the Hanlover or to the big swamp for oranges and ——. The negro said he and his wife had been stolen four years previous, and had been with them ever since. He seemed quite rejoiced at his recapture and offered to act as guide. He was handcuffed, and a noose fixed about his neck as a gentle hint, then told to go on. On the 5th (Saturday) they reached the Hanlover, encamped at the Hanlover, and had the pleasure to receive the visit of a horse at daylight the next morning. They followed his track back for about a quarter of a mile, and came upon a temporary camp of the Indians. The dogs gave the alarm; they all rushed in, when you may well suppose there was a little scattering. Nearly all took to their canoes or the water, where, of course, they were pursued, and after half an hour's popping away and pursuing, they collected together, and found that they had killed two warriors, a woman, and a child; had captured three warriors, eight women, and fifteen children, two tolerably good boats, any quantity of canoes, pots and kettles, etc., corn, pumpkins, and dried fish, and bows and arrows, rifles, bullet-bags, leggins, moccasins, etc.; all this, too, on Sunday. Having destroyed everything that could not be carried with ease, shot the horse, and secured the prisoners, they took to their boats and crossed the lagoon to the other side, from whence the next morning two of the officers and twenty men were sent over to the St. John's, to a place where, the negro said, a couple of families lived. They found it as he had said, but the dogs gave the alarm before they could be surrounded; but in escaping one warrior was shot, and two squaws and their two children, one warrior alone effecting his escape. Here they found two elegant canoes, one of mahogany large enough to carry twenty men, but were destroyed, not being able to bring them away. The houses were burnt, with all the corn, pumpkins, and household stuff. Thus, having captured all they could find in this quarter, and their provisions becoming scanty, they commenced their return, and reached this post after having been out ten days, exposed to some terrible showers, with hard rowing and little to eat, but were in good spirits from their success. They brought with them six boats and thirty-four prisoners. They are encamped here under charge of the guard until they can be sent to Augustine. I wish you could see the group in its savage state; although many have lost their husbands and fathers and wives and children, yet they show no grief. Several are very badly wounded; one little girl, with a ball through the back and coming out in the cheek, scarce utters a murmur; another woman, a buckshot through and through, bears it with the fortitude of a veteran soldier; there are several other wounds, given accidentally, of course, in the pell-mell of the fight and in the pursuit of the canoes.
I, of course, regretted very much not having been along, but consoled myself with the idea that I'll have a chance yet. In fact, I was on a scout some time ago, when we ran a large boat and canoe ashore, captured the boats, but the Indians escaped. To-night I start with fifteen men in three boats, my principal object being to capture an Indian for guide up the St. Lucie's River; expect to be gone five days. The boat has just arrived from the bar; it is the schooner Frances from Havana, bound to Augustine, so it will answer my purpose of sending this, though hurried.
I presume you have heard how Colonel Harney had been in the Everglades capturing eleven warriors, ten of whom he hung, and twenty-eight women and children. This boat brings the news that, seeing fires on the beach, about ten miles this side of Key Biscayne, ran in and fired a gun, which was answered from shore, and presently a small canoe came out, hailed, and four soldiers in them taken aboard. They were four of Colonel Harney's men, who said that it was Colonel Harney's camp; that they had gone on the 1st instant, with two hundred men, soldiers, and marines, in boats, with a guide, to Sam Jones' camp. They had found Sam much stronger in numbers than they had expected, and admirably posted, so that he could not have attacked him without receiving at least three deliberate shots from about one hundred warriors, so the Colonel decided to return for an accession to his force. He doubtless took a prudent course, though I think he should have attacked Sam. The secret of the matter is, I think, he felt no confidence in the marines and sailors, for he is no coward. He had, however, attacked a small party, capturing six and killing six.
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SOURCE: Rachel Sherman Thorndike, Editor, The Sherman Letters: Correspondence Between General and Senator Sherman from 1837 to 1891, pp. 16-9
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There is considerable talk up at St. Augustine that our regiment is going north in the fall, but I won't believe any such thing until the order comes; in fact, I want to stay till next spring, for I really believe that there is a shadow of hope of terminating this war in the coming winter, provided always no "treaties, truces, or talks."
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SOURCE: Rachel Sherman Thorndike, Editor, The Sherman Letters: Correspondence Between General and Senator Sherman from 1837 to 1891, p. 19