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The Daily Dispatch: March 7, 1865., [Electronic resource], A Yankee Picture of Charleston. (search)
ton by its special correspondent. In point of letters, the Confederates see what it is to be subjugated. This man's letter is worth a whole sheet of Confederate editorials. In it the facts stand out in boastful nakedness, and no one can read them without realizing that our own press has not yet told half the story. Among the first incidents attending the writer's advent at Charleston was the characteristic one of advising a negro in one of the deserted offices to break a plaster cast of Calhoun, a feat which, being accomplished, is considered a great victory. We copy some extracts from the letter, which may be read with profit as well as interest: The negro troops enter Charleston. The first national soldiers that landed in Charleston in the capacity of masters of the rebel city were the South Carolina negroes (thank God!) of the Twenty-first United States colored troops.--There was also a detachment of the gallant Massachusetts Fifty-fourth, who were the first negro troop
The Daily Dispatch: March 7, 1865., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
on. Wherever we went we found the negroes gathered in groups, especially the women, their dusky faces beaming with joy. Any salutation to them was invariably received with the liveliest satisfaction — often answered by "God bless you," and other words of gratitude to the Lord and the Yankees, whom they look on as His agents. A New Ticket in the Mercury office. I write this last paragraph in the editorial rooms (down town) of the Charleston Mercury. The window glass and sashes are shattered by shot. Over the mantle piece, in pencil marks, are written these lines, which show that the irrepressible spirit of radicalism (but on the right side now) seems to inhabit the office still: For President in 1868: Wendell Phillips, of Massachusetts. For Vice-President: Frederick Douglass, of New York, Shades of Calhoun — how are the mighty fallen! Surely, the great nullifier's bones must rattle in impotent rage at the overthrow of his heathen philosophy