May 17, 1862: Harper’s Weekly says censorship is fine

Harper's Magazine Masthead

Is it me, or is Harper’s Weekly just sucking up to Stanton? Maybe a little insurance that Harper’s won’t get censored?


HARPER’S WEEKLY.
SATURDAY, MAY 17, 1862.
THE CENSORSHIP OF THE
PRESS.

WE have reason to believe that our subscribers in the army at Yorktown, and the gallant officers and soldiers to whom we have the pleasure of sending complimentary copies of Harper’s Weekly, will receive this Number safely, and that their property will not be interfered with on the way, either at Fortress Monroe or elsewhere.

We need hardly remark that seizures of this journal at particular points involve no pecuniary injury to us. Not a single copy of Harper’s Weekly goes to Fortress Monroe, for instance, which has not been paid for in advance, with the exception of copies which we send gratuitously to regiments, officers, or soldiers in the army. To seize this journal, therefore, is merely to rob our gallant troops of property which belongs to them.

A censorship of the press is one of the temporary inconveniences which the present unexampled rebellion has involved. At the outbreak of the war there were throughout the North journals conducted by unprincipled men which were prepared deliberately to afford aid and comfort to the enemy. Ever since then there have been journals which, without the excuse of rebel sympathies, have been willing to betray strategical secrets, in order to outstrip their rivals in the publication of military and naval intelligence. The only means of checking the one and the other was a press censorship, and it is to the credit of Mr. LINCOLN that he did not hesitate to establish it.

We cheerfully bear testimony to the sagacity and forbearance which have been generally displayed by the Hon. EDWIN M. STANTON, Secretary of War, and Colonel E. S. SANFORD, Military Supervisor of Telegraphs, in the exercise of the abnormal powers with which they have been invested in regard to the press.

It could not be expected that an exercise of power so foreign to our usages and our political system could be established without occasional errors. and some injustice. It is often so difficult to draw the line between legitimate and contraband news that honest publishers were liable to contravene the rules of war unwittingly; while, on the other hand, the duties devolved upon the censor, in consequence of the immense number of journals published in the loyal States, and the keen appetite of the public for news, were so overwhelming that a zealous officer might readily make mistakes without rendering himself fairly liable to censure.

Where the duties of the censorship have been confided to subordinate officers, such errors have naturally been more frequent than where Colonel SANFORD has discharged those functions in person. A man may be an excellent officer without understanding the principles of journalism, or without apprehending the actual amount of information conveyed to the enemy by a newspaper article or a newspaper illustration. It gives us pleasure to add that the most grateful and not the least useful functions performed by Colonel SANFORD have been the mitigation and removal of restrictions laid upon the press by subordinate officers of the army who have filled the post of Provost Marshal at various points.

We have every reason to believe that the Secretary of War, the Hon. EDWIN M. STANTON, is discharging the duties of his most onerous station with a single eye to the suppression of the rebellion, and with a whole-souled devotion to the interest of the Union. It gives us pleasure to add that he is ably and heartily seconded in this purpose by Colonel SANFORD, whose office, though naturally ungrateful, has been, in his hands, so administered as to secure for him the gratitude and respect of journalists and the public at large.

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May 16, 1862: Butler bans Confederate money

Confederate 100 dollar bill
Confederate $100 bill.

Butler ordered banks to stop using Confederate money in New Orleans. Must have caused some consternation to people with a lot of it, as it doesn’t appear there was any compensation for them.


GENERAL ORDERS,
HDQRS. DEPARTMENT OF THE GULF, No. 29.
New Orleans, May 16, 1862.

I. It is hereby ordered that neither the city of New Orleans nor the banks thereof exchange their notes, bills, or obligations for Confederate notes, bills, or bonds, nor issue any bill, note, or obligation payable in Confederate notes.

II. On the 27th day of May instant all circulation of or trade in Confederate notes and bills will cease within this department; and all sales or transfers of property made on or after that day in consideration of such notes or bills, directly or indirectly, will be void, and the property confiscated to the United States, one-fourth thereof to go to the informer.

By command of Major-General Butler:

GEO. C. STRONG,

Assistant Adjutant-General, Chief of Staff.

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May 15, 1862: “…plying her avocation.”

Southern Belle

As we have seen earlier, Ben Butler was not well-loved in the confederacy to begin with. He and his troops reported continual insults and abuse from the women of New Orleans (although the Richmond Dispatch denies they could be so coarse). The last straw came when a woman dumped a chamber pot on Admiral Farragut as he walked by on the street below her window. General Butler issued his infamous general orders no. 28 in retaliation.

From the Official Record:


GENERAL ORDERS,

HDQRS. DEPARTMENT OF THE GULF, No. 28.

New Orleans, May 15, 1862.

As the officers and soldiers of the United States have been subject to repeated insults from the woman (calling themselves ladies) of New Orleans in return for the most scrupulous non-interference and courtesy on our part, it is ordered that hereafter when any female shall by word, gesture, or movement insult or show contempt for any officer or soldier of the United States she shall be regarded and held liable to be treated as a woman of the town plying her avocation.

By command of Major-General Butler:

GEO. C. STRONG,

Assistant Adjutant-General and Chief of Staff.

Among other reactions, southerners apparently later manufactured chamber pots with Butler’s image in the bottom.

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May 14, 1862: Bronze John

Yellow Jack
Yellow fever, here personified as “Yellow Jack”

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The Richmond Daily Dispatch quotes the New Orleans Picayune, warning about the expected suffering of the Yankees in New Orleans from yellow fever, referred to in the headline as “Bronze John”. The locals fear that the influx of “unacclimated” Yankees will trigger another severe outbreak, perhaps rivaling those of the 1850s.


Advance of “Bronze John.”

The Yankee invaders are taking possession of buildings in the most populous parts of New Orleans for the purpose of establishing hospitals therein; and the papers of the city very properly protest against the proceeding. The Evans House, on Poydras street, is thus occupied, and the Picayune says:

As to the unsuitableness of the building for that purpose, we have nothing to say. That is their concern, not outs. We do say, however, that the location of a military hospital on one of our leading business thoroughfares, and in the heart of the city, is very injudicious and reprehensible. It is fraught with danger, and ought to be at once abandoned. We speak plainly because we are just entering on the summer and our unhealthy season, and it is our duty at all times to protest against any measure that is calculated to jeopardize the health of the city. More especially is this duty not to be disregarded now that thousands of unacclimated persons have been thrust upon us. All the precautions which wisdom and experience have suggested have not hitherto prevented the almost annual visits of the devastating scourge of our sunny clime, and there is, in our present condition, very great reason to fear that the summer of 1862 will be frightfully memorable for the ravages of the yellow fever in New Orleans. In so former year has there been here so much food for the terrible pestilence, and we shudder when the probability of its outbreak is forced upon our attention by what we see around us. Already the effect of the climate on the strangers within our gates is apparent to every observer, and we know not at what moment the fearful harvest of death may commence.

It is not only our duty to protest against any proceeding that has a tendency to endanger the health of our fair city, but it is the duty of the dominant military authority here to be especially careful to avoid the necessity for such protest by well considered judicious sanitary regulations. The establishment of a hospital on Poydras street, between Camp and Magazine streets, is certainly not a measure calculated to give confidence to those who, by sad experience, know the critical position in which we stand at this moment, or to calm the fears of the timid and unacclimated.

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May 13, 1862: Spies North and South

Rose Greenhow
Rose Greenhow (I couldn’t find pictures of Smithson or Webster, so she’s the next most involved person)

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A New York Times article from May 3 mentions the hanging of a Union spy in Richmond, and the possibility that a Southern spy might be hanged in retaliation. William T. Smithson was an associate of the Confederate spy Rose Greenhow, and was accused of passing information south and counterfeiting.


A LOYAL MAN HUNG IN RICHMOND.

The rebel Government have this week hung a man in Richmond, a loyal citizen of the United States charged with being a National spy. The United States Government, last Winter, arrested one SMITHSON, a Washington City banker, on the most indubitable evidence that he was a Confederate spy and communicated treasonable matter daily to JEFFERSON DAVIS. SMITHSON was consigned to Fort Lafayette, but since the rebel Government has set the example of hanging such offenders, Mr. SMITHSON’s friends in the South will not be surprised, perhaps, to learn that he is made to suffer the same doom. The subject has recently received the attention of our Government, but its decision is not announced.

Meanwhile, ten days later, the Richmond Daily Dispatch described the events in a somewhat different light.


An Unparalleled atrocity contemplated by Lincoln.

The spy, Webster, who was executed near this city a few weeks ago, was tried by a court- martial, and convicted upon the clearest testimony. According to the laws of war, as understood and acted upon by every nation on earth, his sentence was just, and he but suffered the penalty due to his crime.

We learn from the Enquirer that Lincoln has determined to retaliate by hanging Mr. Smithson, of Washington, a banker in high repute, who has not even been charged with any offence in violation of the law of nations, and who was arrested only for furnishing relief to Confederate prisoners. It is difficult to conceive the meditation even of such a crime, and almost impossible to believe that it is seriously designed to perpetrate it. And yet we have seen enough of Lincoln, and the foul brood that surround him, to feel assured that he would stop short of no atrocity less horrible than this, which we conceive to be the most horrible of all.

It is easy to understand what Lincoln expects to gain by the contemplated crime. He hopes to secure immunity for spies to come and go, into and from our lines without moderation. He will be deceived in his calculations. Every Federal spy taken within our lines will be hung, be the consequences what they may. He will not be able to intimidate our Government, and he can only inaugurate a war of indiscriminate slaughter. Should he hang Smithson, the deed will meet with instant retaliation. Painful as it may be, such must be the inevitable result. On his shoulders will rest the guilt of cold-blooded murder, with all its tremendous consequences. The Confederate States can wash their hands of both.

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May 12, 1862: War’s almost over

The New York Times editorialist starts celebrating a little prematurely. Hey, we’ve pretty much got the Mississippi under control, and we’ll be in Richmond in a few days.


The Closing Act of the Drama.

The speed with which events are proceeding is steadily accelerated. The gap between great advantages and splendid victories is constantly less, while no reverse intervenes to retard the movement which, in so many days — not months or years — is to bring the rebellion to an end. Norfolk is ours; “Onward to Richmond” will be an obsolete phrase before the week shall have closed. BURNSIDE has, by this time, placed himself in possession of the great line of Southern railroad through Weldon; COX, pushing forward from the Kanawha Valley, in Western Virginia, can hardly fail to have reached and cut off the Southwesterly outlet over the Virginia and Tennessee Railroad. Thus not only have the Union arms recovered all there is worth possessing on the Atlantic Coast, but it has in all probability so surrounded the main body of the rebel military force that it will never be able to make its way Southward. It need be no matter of surprise, if after Richmond shall have passed into the hands of Gen. MCCLELLAN, the rebel army should seek the alternative of surrender or dispersion. As a compact and organized body, it is hardly possible it can ever reach the Gulf States.

While such is the state of affairs in the East, in the West the aspects are still more ominous for the insurgent cause. West of the Mississippi, there is no longer a rebel army in the field. The victory of Commodore FOOTE, added to that of FARRAGUT, places the river in the exclusive possession of the National flotilla. From the Eastern bank of the great stream rebellion is rolling back. Memphis is to be evacuated. BEAUREGARD has abandoned Corinth, taking as a most reasonable rumor intimates, a Southeasterly direction. Our forces are in Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee, Alabama. If the foot of a pair of dividers be planted at Atlanta, in Georgia, the contracted circle described by the rotating leg would touch at all points the outposts of the National army pressing relentlessly toward that centre, and sure to reach it, before another month shall have elapsed.

If we may assume that the rebel strategy consents to narrow the field of strife, in order to concentrate its strength for more effective defensive warfare, we see in the fact only another proof of the fatuity which attends all their counsels. Atlanta is certainly marked on the map as a position of great value as a railway centre, and as the seat of a population mad with hostility to the North. But while BEAUREGARD, by forced marches to Montgomery, may succeed in reaching that new base of operations, it is, as we have just said, extremely problematical whether the army of JOHNSTON can accomplish a similar feat, and so reconstruct as a unit the disjected fragments of the rebel army. But however these difficulties may be overcome, there are others, plainly insurmountable. At every stage of their progress the rebels are leaving behind them their artillery, and leaving it to be used by an enemy abounding in numbers and flushed with victories. If the history of SYDNEY JOHNSTON’s retreat from Bowling Green — a history told mournfully and reluctantly by himself — be a gauge of what is to be expected of the two beaten and converging armies of the East and West, demoralized and disheartened as they are, the number of troops to be assembled at Atlanta will be few and worthless, and the effort result, like all its predecessors, in disappointment and collapse.

In no presentation of the rebel cause is there a gleam of hope. Even the climatic dangers promise to be anticipated by the vigor of the National movement. Before the heats following the Summer solstice shall have been reached, there will be no rebel army afoot, and communities who have depended for immunity in crime upon the presence and protection of such forces, will do as other communities, similarly disappointed, have done, submit to the authority of the Government. And in this way before the harvest is reaped, will the fifteen scattered sheaves of the South be duly gathered and garnered.

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May 11, 1862: English reactions to Shiloh

The New York Times ran a lengthy piece from their Manchester correspondent. In a time before the transatlantic telegraph, news still traveled to and from England by ship, so the correspondent wrote on April 26 a piece that ran in New York on May 11. And the subject of that piece was the British reaction to the news of the battle of Shiloh. To a modern reader this seems a bit like science fiction, where you have to wait days for the light-speed signal to get to a remote outpost and back.

The correspondent notes, first, that the Brits have developed a healthy skepticism for American news, and cites a good sample of instances where the first news was quite wrong. There is a pro-Southern bias in any case in England, and they discount the reports of a Union victory. As he recounts, the English would be decidedly for the North if they were convinced that the North was trying to abolish slavery — but there’s not much evidence of that so far. In the absence of an emancipation proclamation, the English are mainly interested in getting the war ended and resuming shipments of cotton to their mills.

Finally, the Brits express doubts about the possibility of keeping the Union together if some states don’t want to stay.


MANCHESTER, Eng., Saturday, April 26, 1862.

This is Saturday morning, and “steamer day” for the United States. The first startling reports of the great battle at Corinth reached us by the China on Monday of this week. A feeling of great anxiety was at once manifested for details, by both Americans and Englishmen. On Wednesday the Jura, and on Thursday the Etna, arrived, with dates from Portland and New-York of the 12th inst., but still leaving us, with the few additional particulars they brought, painfully to await further intelligence.

Enough is known, however, to convince all who have no distaste for Federal success, that an obstinate battle has been bravely fought on both sides, and gallantly won by the loyal troops.

The leading newspapers in England, however, with very few exceptions, can only gather from the reports either that the contest was but a drawn battle, or that the Federal forces were absolutely defeated. The Morning Post of Thursday, in a careful examination of all the accounts, declares for a decided Confederate victory; scores of other papers rejoiced in the same flattering unction. The Times assumes praiseworthy candor, and only claims a drawn battle in its issue of Thursday, but, as its editorial corps cannot find Corinth upon any map of the United States to which they have access, it is obviously implied that they consider the whole subject mythical, and the “battle” without a “local habitation or a home.”

This, the Times follows up on Friday morning, with a long leader, opening with a ghostly attempt at the most dismal drollery, and makes itself (devilish) merry at the expense of the President’s proclamation for a day of thanksgiving and prayer; and adds, that it would be well for us to pay all our debts as promptly as we do those we owe to Heaven; to which it intimates we are under very little obligation, and that we are squandering our thanksgiving with the same profusion that we issue treasury notes, and brag of victories.

The Guardian, of this city, is one of the ablest papers out of London, and stands fully equal to any of the metropolitan journals in its hostility to the Federal cause; it is, however, always dignified and decorous in its treatment, and in the manifestations of its dislike. The Guardian is also decided in its opposition to the least thought of intervention for cotton in any form. This paper receives all accounts having a favorable bearing upon the Federal side, with extreme reluctance, turns them every way for examination, and presents them to its readers with expressions of doubt, and with deprecatory explanations. With regard to the surrender of Island No. 10, the Guardian hypothecates the query, whether or not it had not fully served its purpose by delaying the up-river forces, and was rather evacuated for strategical purposes than under the pressure of Commodore FOOTE. And as to the battle of Corinth, or Pittsburgh, the Guardian has grave doubts as to whether it was more than a successful reconnoissance in force by BEAUREGARD.

What I have said of the Press, is not with the slightest idea to object to its views, or the expression of them, but only to inform American readers of the facts, as matter of interest to them. And here let me say that the English journals have had too much reason to distrust “News from America;” and hence, when any favorable report is received by steamer, and announced at once, as it is, throughout England by telegraph, when the vessel touches Queenstown, the first and unanimous thought of the people is one of doubt, as to the extent to which the news may be true. Two or three very recent reports of great importance, “If true,” will give you an idea of this. About four weeks ago it was reported, on what appeared to be official authority, that Island No. 10 had been captured after a hard fight! — this was soon modified by the true accounts, that the fight had not then commenced, and that the Island remained as before.

Then came the report that Fort Macon was blown-up the rebels, and occupied by Gen. BURNSIDE, and that the Nashville was captured; this was modified by the facts learned afterward by the slower process of the mails, and succeeding steamers, that on the contrary the Nashville had gone triumphantly to sea, and that the Confederates still held the fort in good order, and with great strength. Then came the delicious bit of news (to all Americans at least) that YANCEY had been captured and was safely quartered at Fort Warren. This again was modified by the fact that he was, on the contrary, making a quiet speech to his “secesh” admirers in New-Orleans.

Hence, when the battle of Corinth was announced by telegraph here on Monday, as a contest in which twenty-two hundred had fallen on one side, and thirty-five hundred on the other; and simultaneously reported at London as twenty-two thousand on one side, and thirty-five thousand on the other, the numbers were at once believed to be “exaggerated as usual” at both London and Manchester.
All turn their thoughts now toward Gen. MCCLELLAN at Yorktown — Americans with great anxiety, and Englishmen according to their several proclivities. We should have important news from him to-day or Monday.

The cloud darkens decidedly over the poor operatives of Lancashire. The Right Honorable Chancellor of the Exchequer GLADSTONE was here on Wednesday evening, and made an excellent speech to a vast audience, at the Free Trade Hall. It was a meeting held to distribute prizes to the deserving lads and maidens of the Mechanics’ Institutions of Lancashire and Cheshire. The right honorable gentleman is a native of this city; he has risen from the commonality, and he entered warmly into the distresses of this district, with a kindly sympathy that showed him penetrated with an earnest solicitude in their behalf.

The dark Winter, with its dismal rains and impenetrable fogs, has passed, the hedges are almost in full leaf, all the Summer birds are come, and merry as ever but the Spring brings no joy, no relief. The sun to the eye of the well-fed passer-by, seems to smile pleasantly upon the laborer’s door-sill, and even to drop here and there, a broken ray into the open cellars upon pale women and children. The sparrows chatter about in all the little crannies of the houses, but the children are too hungry to be pleased with the birds, and the mother’s heart shuts out the sunshine enveloped in its own deep clouds of sorrow. The great statesman could see no encouragement; and much as he would have been pleased to hope for better things, he evidently thinks, and in fact said, that the days look still darker in the immediate future.

The applications for relief in the districts immediately around Manchester are vastly on the increase; and although the guardians of the poor are almost unlimited in their resources, yet the time is near at hand when the magnitude of the work will carry it beyond their ability, and it is much discussed as to whether the Right Honorable Chancellor may not be called upon, by inexorable necessity, to provide for these poor operatives from the National Treasury.

On the following day, (Thursday,) the Right Honorable gentleman was presented with the address from the Chamber of Commerce, and in reply made a speech, in which he entered into American affairs at considerable length. His speech was in harmony with the general tone of English feeling with regard to our cause. He speaks in a very good spint, and professes to have looked with friendly eyes upon our growth and development. He goes on to elucidate his views of our condition, and in his illustrations shows how the most arrant sophistry may present itself to the studies of a great man, in the garb of candor, and how impenetrable may be the ignorance, even of the most learned, in regard to the Constitutions of other countries, when such ignorance is, if not bliss, at least comfortable and satisfactory.

The follow extract on the subject of “sympathy” Lannex, not to criticise, but only to show how that branch of the subject struck the official mind of England:

“Why, there was a demand made upon us by the public voice in America, at the outset of this deplorable struggle, for what was called sympathy. What was the real meaning of that demand? If I can understand it — and I hope in what I say I shall not say a word inconsistent with that fraternal policy which I desire to cherish toward all men, and especially toward our kindred beyond the water — but, practically what was the meaning of that desire, and that call for sympathy? It was this: That we should take such a course by our language, and by our public acts, as would place the six millions of men, or the ten millions, I care not which you call them, of the South in permanent hostility with us.” [Hear, hear.]

After showing that “our friends in the North” cannot succeed in “bending all the horrors of this was to philanthropic ends,” and asserting that if this was really a “contest of Slavery and Freedom” there was “hardly a man in England that would hesitate a moment as to the side he would take,” the Chancellor goes on to say:

“Indeed, there are those among us who think — and I confess, for one, I have shared the apprehension — that if in the course of the vicissitudes of the war the Southern States of America should send an embassy to Washington, and should say: ‘Very well, we are willing to lay down our arms on one condition; we are ready to renew the compact; we are ready to make it perpetual and attach to it every security and guarantee you can imagine for holding us fast; but upon one condition — that you shall assure us there shall be no interference with our domestic institution, Ah! gentlemen, we have had a fear that that application, if it were made, would receive a very favorable reply.” [Cheers.]

When one considers the fact that interposition with Slavery in the States has never been proposed by the Government, or thought of, in opposition to the wishes of the States themselves, and that, if the revolted States should return to their loyalty, all their previous rights and institutions would remain to them as they were, not by any “assurance” that there should be no “interference,” but by virtue of the Constitution itself, and, as a matter of course, and of law; and when we consider how largely the extension of Slavery with new States is involved in the contest, and how completely this branch of the subject is dropped out of the above extract, which is expected to tell so heavily against us, we may fairly pause to indulge a regret, that the severe pressure of arduous duties, during a session of Parliament, had given the Honorable Chancellor only time for a partial examination of the subject.

Next, after speaking of the greater strength of the North, he says:
“Well, gentlemen, England was a great deal stronger in olden times than Scotland; but Englishmen, as well as Scotchmen, know that when it was the object of Englishmen to establish by force a supremacy over Scotland, the Scotch proved themselves to be what are called very ugly customers. [Laughter and cheers.] At length, it was not the exercise of force, but a sense of policy and prudence on both sides, dictated in the main by natural circumstances that led to the union of the two kingdoms.”
The application of this analogy to our position must have been an inadvertence entirely, and can only apply when we assume that the Southern States were, when the war broke out, a nation by themselves, independent of, and exterior to, the United States, as much so as Scotland ever was to the British Crown

The following is Mr. GLADSTONE’s view of our American partnership:
“But the position of the Northern States is this, ‘We won’t let you go.’ The position of the Southern is — ‘We are determined to go.’ Gentlemen, you are men of business, and it one of you has a partner, and that partner wants to separate from you, I ask you whether in the long run it is not very difficult to hold him. (Laughter.] But I ask you more. Supposing that you were able to hold that partner — supposing that you could contrive some indenture of partnership by which he should aodicate his free will, and tie himself to you like a captive to the chariot wheels of a victor, but he still retaining an alienated heart having no common interest in your business, but rather a desire to trip you up and embarrass you — I say you would not hold that partner if you could [Laughter and applause.]”

This matter of a partnership, dissoluble at pleasure, without even the limitations as to time to which partnerships are generally held, is the only idea of our Federation of States that can ever be got into the minds of the English people.

What matter though MOTLEY has explained to them so lucidly that we are not a league but a Government, though they have Judge STORY’s and Chancellor KENT’s writings in their libraries; though they are well acquainted with WHEATON’s Elements, and all these treat the subject fully, and show that we are only a partnership of States, in so far as England may be a partnership of Shires, or Counties, yet they won’t understand it, and still insist that we are like a score or two of oranges in a bag, badly tied, ready to roll every way as soon as anything happens to the string. I intend the people of England no disrespect in the following anecdote. I only relate it to express our own despair of being understood by them.

A lawyer in one of our Western States, in a addressing a Court, with three Judges upon the bench, was suddenly arrested, in what he supposed to be a very clear and very eloquent speech, by one of the Justices, who said he did not understand what connection all that had with the case. The lawyer dropped his argument, and his displeasure was beyond all fear of punishment for contempt of Court; he passed his eyes slowly over the person of the impenetrable Judge extended his hand toward him, in utter despair of his comprehension, and said, “D — n you, I don’t expect you to understand it. I see I am followed by a majority of your honorable Court” OAKLAND.

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May 10, 1862: Censoring the papers

Edwin M. Stanton
Edwin M. Stanton, Secretary of War

I’ve remarked before how the Northern and Southern papers reported so promptly on the movements of their own troops that their enemies must have found them helpful sometimes. Early in the war the Union government put the War Department in charge of censoring telegraph communications and imposing some prior restraint on publication of troop movements. The Richmond Daily Dispatch takes them to task on this suppression of free speech. It seems a bit hypocritical, considering the extensive censorship imposed in the south before the war on abolitionist literature.

In any case, it appears that the censorship efforts weren’t very effective anyway, judging from the other piece below in the New York Times.


The American Press and Mr. Stanton.

In one of Wilson’s or Anderson’s ornithological papers there is an account of the wonder and fierceness of a certain sort of American woodpecker when it was first put in a cage.–All the present actions and behavior of the American Press are described to the life in it. At last it began to tear cut its own feathers. Here is Mr. Stanton–the man of an hour, the lawyer of yesterday; the hippodromes, the press-tamer of to-day!–How he has grown, almost in a moment, into life and power !

So did Denton, so did Ponche, so did Robespierre. But, remember, they had no such cause as “the Union.” If they thought they had, they were no doubt wrong. If any one desires to read the finest, purest, most bright flown works they were ever uttered about liberty, purity and morality, let him turn to the pages of the French Republican journals in the time of the worship of the goddess Reason. Let no one suppose the writers were not sincere, though the lady who sat in the car might have in the flash undergone the ordeals of the correctional police.

Let none suppose that “the Union” now does not fire the Northern heart, and move the souls of those great masses which have lain so long beneath the weight of dollar bags, from the Canadian lakes to the Susquehanna and the Ohio, today with a fresh current of thought and feeling; a new arterial system of hope and action has been put into them. One of the great triumphs of their young career is that they have slain the mother that fostered and bore them; which had, however, become a stepmother and tyrannized them to death.

There is no one in Congress, there is not in Senate, in House of Representatives, in pulpit, or stump, or in the forum, a man who has a word to say in this year of grace, 1862, against a war on the press compared with which there has been nothing known even in the days of Andrew Marvel. The most the boldest journals venture upon is to give warning to their agents to flee from some doubtful wrath to come.

And the American people are very glad of it; leastways, they don’t appear at all dissatisfied. Here are billiard-table keepers and whiskey-drinkers getting up public meetings, and all sorts of interests moving against taxation, but not a man cries out “murder,” or even “robbery, ” far less a “fire,” at the visible institution of all life in the press in its function of giving news. Devotion to the Union cannot do much more. When an American is content to do without news in his newspaper, he has exhausted submission and forbearance and made his sacrifice.

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From the New York Times:

Is not Secretary STANTON’s “censorship of the Press” a good joke? When the herculean task of cutting a canal through the Arkansas swamps, from the head of Island No. 10 to New-Madrid, was undertaken, the Chicago papers — Chicago is a very enterprising place, you know — weighed the dearest interests of the country in the balance with an item of news, and found the dearest interests of the country wanting; so they forthwith gave the news whatever publicity they could, and if the project was not defeated, it was no fault of theirs. The only notice taken of this piece of criminality by the Government, was an order to Commodore FOOTE directing him to clear his flagship of all representatives of the “Fourth Estate.”

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May 9, 1862: Southern ladies too refined to revile the Yankees, despite reports

Benjamin Butler
General Benjamin Butler

The Richmond Daily Dispatch takes issue with reports of Southern Ladies behaving in an “unladylike” way toward the invaders. In other news, the Dispatch doesn’t like General Butler too much. Could these two stories come together somehow?

The Dispatch also warns with a certain schadenfreude that the pestilential atmosphere of New Orleans will soon do in the invaders anyway. The Dispatch is correct that New Orleans had a yellow fever problem. Most years around 10% of the population died of yellow fever, and in 1853, that figure was 25%1. Would the same be true under Butler? Stay tuned.


The ladies in the captured cities.

Nothing has disgusted us in the letter writing abominations of the Northern scribes more than their absurd stories of the deportment of the ladies in Nashville, and other captured Southern cities, to the Yankee invaders. The accounts they publish of vulgar coarseness to them on the part of well-bred Southern women, is evidently the emanations of their own coarse and vulgar minds. We do not believe that Southern ladies would condescend to make indelicate and unladylike manifestations of their detestation of the invaders. They would not put themselves on a level with such creatures, nor unnecessarily expose themselves to insult. Their abhorrence of them is too intense and profound to babble like a shallow brook. It is too sacred and dignified to fret away its force in idle words. The only account we have seen from any of the Northern scribes of the conduct of Southern ladies to their soldiers, which strikes us as at all probable, was that which gave an account of an interview of some Northern officers with Mrs. Polk, widow of the late President. They came to that lady to offer her their protection, and she treated them with “frigid civility.” She told them she required no protection, and had only to ask that the bones of her husband should be preserved from desecration ! Such a reception as this evidently out them to the core, and had far more effect than wordy and vehement reproaches. There are some things so holy that it is sacrilege even to discuss them, and some wretches so vile that the denunciation of the good and pure, instead of acting as a reproof, only elevates their self-esteem. The deepest feelings are always the least demonstrative, and passion that vents itself in words is rarely deep seated and long-lived. We do not believe the gross Yankee libels upon our countrywomen, not only because they are ladies, but because they hate and scorn the invaders of their country with a depth and intensity which can only be expressed by the most frigid reserve and scrupulous avoidance of all communication with them.

General Butler.

Bombastes Furioso and his myrmidons are now in possession of New Orleans, and if anything could add to our sympathy with the generous and warm-hearted people of that city, it is that such a specimen of Yankeedom should be their Military Governor. A more polished and chivalric population cannot be found on this continent, and every instinct of their natures must revolt at the gross, vulgar tool of Yankee tyranny who is now lordling it over a community who have never before seen such a being outside the guard-house. It was had enough that they should be given over without a blow to the hands of the enemy, that their fortifications should be abandoned and blown up, their army taken, away, and their own private arms taken with them; but that B. F. Butler should be put in command of the forsaken city, is the last drop in the bitter cup of humiliation and shame.–Of all the Yankee Generals, he has the least pretensions to the qualities of the soldier and the gentleman. A verier humbug, in a military point of view, was never created. The battle of Bethel, at which he took good care not to be present, is the only battle with which he ever had the most remote connection. He never so much as landed at Hatteras till the guns of the shipping had silenced the fire of the fortifications, and he is not heard of at New Orleans till the gunboats have achieved their bloodless victory. He is now in his element, sporting laurels which do not belong to him — an ass in a lion’s skin. We predict that General Butler will leave before the weather becomes excessively warm. His oleaginous carcass will evaporate speedily before the burning sun. The yellow fever will, before long, put an end in one way or another to the dominion of Bombastes, and open batteries upon his forces generally which can neither be resisted by power nor paralyzed by treason. If McClellan’s forces are already seriously affected by our comparatively salubrious swamps in Virginia, what must become of those who have undertaken to “hold, occupy and possess” the death breeding waters of the Mississippi?

1Holzman, Robert S. Ben Butler in the Civil War. The New England Quarterly, Vol. 30, No. 3 (Sep., 1957), pp. 330-345.

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May 8, 1862: Southern planters nobly sacrifice their cotton. Maybe.

Cotton_Field

Cotton was the petroleum of the 19th century, and it was Confederate policy to burn any that might otherwise fall into Union hands, as the Union could sell it to raise money for arms, ammunition, etc. Here the Richmond Daily Dispatch reports with admiration that the planters in New Orleans sacrificed all their cotton, so the Yankees didn’t get any. While some was no doubt burned, the Union forces reported the capture of thousands of bales, as we saw a few days ago.


Burning cotton.

This is the relieving feature in the disaster at New Orleans, that the cotton was burned. The vast amount of cotton that the enemy expected to obtain in that greatest of Southern marts has disappeared like fog from the mountain side. Not only is this the case, but we are assured that wherever they traverse the Southern rivers, and whatever Southern cities and towns they may take, the torch will be before them. The cotton, we learn, is all removed from exposed places, and where it cannot be so removed, the firebrand is ready, and is in hands that are determined to use it.–They went to war for the cotton. Let us see how much they will get of it. They might have an army of a million or two millions, instead of half a million of men, but all the millions in the world could not give them the cotton. Not only is it the present crop that they cannot get, but they will get no other crops. The planters of the South are universally abandoning the culture of cotton this year, and raising food for man and beast.–They will continue to do so, and raise no more cotton till they can raise it for themselves. If the British can do without cotton, the Yankees cannot, and in that inevitable certainty lies their doom and punishment.

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