BURIAL OF A LADY NURSE
Here is an incident just occurr"d in one of the hospitals. A lady named Miss or Mrs. Billings, who has long been a practical friend of soldiers, and nurse in the army, and had become attached to it in a way that no one can realize but him or her who has had experience, was taken sick, early this winter, linger"d some time, and finally died in the hospital.
It was her request that she should be buried among the soldiers, and after the military method. This request was fully carried out. Her coffin was carried to the grave by soldiers, with the usual escort, buried, and a salute fired over the grave. This was at Annapolis a few days since.
FEMALE NURSES FOR SOLDIERS
There are many women in one position or another, among the hospitals, mostly as nurses here in Washington, and among the military stations; quite a number of them young ladies acting as volunteers. They are a help in certain ways, and deserve to be mention"d with respect. Then it remains to be distinctly said that few or no young ladies, under the irresistible conventions of society, answer the practical requirements of nurses for soldiers. Middle-aged or healthy and good condition"d elderly women, mothers of children, are always best. Many of the wounded must be handled. A hundred things which cannot be gainsay"d, must occur and must be done. The presence of a good middle-aged or elderly woman, the magnetic touch of hands, the expressive features of the mother, the silent soothing of her presence, her words, her knowledge and privileges arrived at only through having had children, are precious and final qualifications. It is a natural faculty that is required; it is not merely having a genteel young woman at a table in a ward. One of the finest nurses I met was a red-faced illiterate old Irish woman; I have seen her take the poor wasted naked boys so tenderly up in her arms.
There are plenty of excellent clean old black women that would make tip-top nurses.
SOUTHERN ESCAPEES
_Feb. 23, "65_.--I saw a large procession of young men from the rebel army, (deserters they are call"d, but the usual meaning of the word does not apply to them,) pa.s.sing the Avenue to-day. There were nearly 200, come up yesterday by boat from James river. I stood and watch"d them as they shuffled along, in a slow, tired, worn sort of way; a large proportion of light-hair"d, blonde, light gray-eyed young men among them. Their costumes had a dirt-stain"d uniformity; most had been originally gray; some had articles of our uniform, pants on one, vest or coat on another; I think they were mostly Georgia and North Carolina boys. They excited little or no attention. As I stood quite close to them, several good looking enough youths, (but O what a tale of misery their appearance told,) nodded or just spoke to me, without doubt divining pity and fatherliness out of my face, for my heart was full enough of it. Several of the couples trudg"d along with their arms about each other, some probably brothers, as if they were afraid they might somehow get separated. They nearly all look"d what one might call simple, yet intelligent, too. Some had pieces of old carpet, some blankets, and others old bags around their shoulders. Some of them here and there had fine faces, still it was a procession of misery. The two hundred had with them about half a dozen arm"d guards. Along this week I saw some such procession, more or less in numbers, every day, as they were brought up by the boat. The government does what it can for them, and sends them north and west.
_Feb. 27_.--Some three or four hundred more escapees from the confederate army came up on the boat. As the day has been very pleasant indeed, (after a long spell of bad weather,) I have been wandering around a good deal, without any other object than to be out-doors and enjoy it; have met these escaped men in all directions. Their apparel is the same ragged, long-worn motley as before described. I talk"d with a number of the men. Some are quite bright and stylish, for all their poor clothes--walking with an air, wearing their old head-coverings on one side, quite saucily. I find the old, unquestionable proofs, as all along the past four years, of the unscrupulous tyranny exercised by the secession government in conscripting the common people by absolute force everywhere, and paying no attention whatever to the men"s time being up--keeping them in military service just the same. One gigantic young fellow, a Georgian, at least six feet three inches high, broad-sized in proportion, attired in the dirtiest, drab, well smear"d rags, tied with strings, his trousers at the knees all strips and streamers, was complacently standing eating some bread and meat. He appear"d contented enough. Then a few minutes after I saw him slowly walking along. It was plain he did not take anything to heart.
_Feb. 28._--As I pa.s.s"d the military headquarters of the city, not far from the President"s house, I stopt to interview some of the crowd of escapees who were lounging there. In appearance they were the same as previously mention"d. Two of them, one about 17, and the other perhaps 25 or "6, I talk"d with some time. They were from North Carolina, born and rais"d there, and had folks there. The elder had been in the rebel service four years. He was first conscripted for two years. He was then kept arbitrarily in the ranks. This is the case with a large proportion of the secession army. There was nothing downcast in these young men"s manners; the younger had been soldiering about a year; he was conscripted; there were six brothers (all the boys of the family) in the army, part of them as conscripts, part as volunteers; three had been kill"d; one had escaped about four months ago, and now this one had got away; he was a pleasant and well-talking lad, with the peculiar North Carolina idiom (not at all disagreeable to my ears.) He and the elder one were of the same company, and escaped together--and wish"d to remain together. They thought of getting transportation away to Missouri, and working there; but were not sure it was judicious. I advised them rather to go to some of the directly northern States, and get farm work for the present. The younger had made six dollars on the boat, with some tobacco he brought; he had three and a half left. The elder had nothing; I gave him a trifle. Soon after, met John Wormley, 9th Alabama, a West Tennessee rais" d boy, parents both dead--had the look of one for a long time on short allowance--said very little--chew"d tobacco at a fearful rate, spitting in proportion--large clear dark-brown eyes, very fine--didn"t know what to make of me--told me at last he wanted much to get some clean underclothes, and a pair of decent pants. Didn"t care about coat or hat fixings. Wanted a chance to wash himself well, and put on the underclothes. I had the very great pleasure of helping him to accomplish all those wholesome designs.
_March 1st_.--Plenty more b.u.t.ternut or clay-color"d escapees every day. About 160 came in to-day, a large portion South Carolinians. They generally take the oath of allegiance, and are sent north, west, or extreme south-west if they wish. Several of them told me that the desertions in their army, of men going home, leave or no leave, are far more numerous than their desertions to our side. I saw a very forlorn looking squad of about a hundred, late this afternoon, on their way to the Baltimore depot.
THE CAPITOL BY GAS-LIGHT
To-night I have been wandering awhile in the capitol, which is all lit up. The illuminated rotunda looks fine. I like to stand aside and look a long, long while, up at the dome; it comforts me somehow. The House and Senate were both in session till very late. I look"d in upon them, but only a few moments; they were hard at work on tax and appropriation bills. I wander"d through the long and rich corridors and apartments under the Senate; an old habit of mine, former winters, and now more satisfaction than ever. Not many persons down there, occasionally a flitting figure in the distance.
THE INAUGURATION
_March 4th._--The President very quietly rode down to the capitol in his own carriage, by himself, on a sharp trot, about noon, either because he wish"d to be on hand to sign bills, or to get rid of marching in line with the absurd procession, the muslin temple of liberty and pasteboard monitor. I saw him on his return, at three o"clock, after the performance was over. He was in his plain two-horse barouche, and look"d very much worn and tired; the lines, indeed, of vast responsibilities, intricate questions, and demands of life and death, cut deeper than ever upon his dark brown face; yet all the old goodness, tenderness, sadness, and canny shrewdness, underneath the furrows. (I never see that man without feeling that he is one to become personally attach"d to, for his combination of purest, heartiest tenderness, and native western form of manliness.) By his side sat his little boy, of ten years. There were no soldiers, only a lot of civilians on horseback, with huge yellow scarfs over their shoulders, riding around the carriage. (At the inauguration four years ago, he rode down and back again surrounded by a dense ma.s.s of arm"d cavalrymen eight deep, with drawn sabres; and there were sharpshooters station"d at every corner on the route.) I ought to make mention of the closing levee of Sat.u.r.day night last. Never before was such a compact jam in front of the White House--all the grounds fill"d, and away out to the s.p.a.cious sidewalks. I was there, as I took a notion to go--was in the rush inside with the crowd--surged along the pa.s.sage-ways, the blue and other rooms, and through the great east room.
Crowds of country people, some very funny. Fine music from the Marine band, off in a side place. I saw Mr. Lincoln, drest all in black, with white kid gloves and a claw-hammer coat, receiving, as in duty bound, shaking hands, looking very disconsolate, and as if he would give anything to be somewhere else.
ATt.i.tUDE OF FOREIGN GOVERNMENTS DURING THE WAR
Looking over my sc.r.a.ps, I find I wrote the following during 1864. The happening to our America, abroad as well as at home, these years, is indeed most strange. The democratic republic has paid her today the terrible and resplendent compliment of the united wish of all the nations of the world that her union should be broken, her future cut off, and that she should be compell"d to descend to the level of kingdoms and empires ordinarily great. There is certainly not one government in Europe but is now watching the war in this country, with the ardent prayer that the United States may be effectually split, crippled, and dismember"d by it. There is not one but would help toward that dismemberment, if it dared. I say such is the ardent wish to-day of England and of France, as governments, and of all the nations of Europe, as governments. I think indeed it is to-day the real, heartfelt wish of all the nations of the world, with the single exception of Mexico--Mexico, the only one to whom we have ever really done wrong, and now the only one who prays for us and for our triumph, with genuine prayer. Is it not indeed strange? America, made up of all, cheerfully from the beginning opening her arms to all, the result and justifier of all, of Britain, Germany, France and Spain--all here--the accepter, the friend, hope, last resource and general house of all--she who has harm"d none, but been bounteous to so many, to millions, the mother of strangers and exiles, all nations--should now, I say, be paid this dread compliment of general governmental fear and hatred. Are we indignant?
alarm"d? Do we feel jeopardized? No; help"d, braced, concentrated, rather. We are all too p.r.o.ne to wander from ourselves, to affect Europe, and watch her frowns and smiles. We need this hot lesson of general hatred, and henceforth must never forget it. Never again will we trust the moral sense nor abstract friendliness of a single _government_ of the old world.
THE WEATHER--DOES IT SYMPATHIZE WITH THESE TIMES?
Whether the rains, the heat and cold, and what underlies them all, are affected with what affects man in ma.s.ses, and follow his play of pa.s.sionate action, strain"d stronger than usual, and on a larger scale than usual--whether this, or no, it is certain that there is now, and has been for twenty months or more, on this American continent north, many a remarkable, many an unprecedented expression of the subtile world of air above us and around us. There, since this war, and the wide and deep national agitation, strange a.n.a.logies, different combinations, a different sunlight, or absence of it; different products even out of the ground. After every great battle, a great storm. Even civic events the same. On Sat.u.r.day last, a forenoon like whirling demons, dark, with slanting rain, full of rage; and then the afternoon, so calm, so bathed with flooding splendor from heaven"s most excellent sun, with atmosphere of sweetness; so clear, it show"d the stars, long long before they were due. As the President came out on the capitol portico, a curious little white cloud, the only one in that part of the sky, appear"d like a hovering bird, right over him.
Indeed, the heavens, the elements, all the meteorological influences, have run riot for weeks past. Such caprices, abruptest alternation of frowns and beauty, I never knew. It is a common remark that (as last summer was different in its spells of intense heat from any preceding it,) the winter just completed has been without parallel. It has remain"d so down to the hour I am writing. Much of the daytime of the past month was sulky, with leaden heaviness, fog, interstices of bitter cold, and some insane storms. But there have been samples of another description. Nor earth nor sky ever knew spectacles of superber beauty than some of the nights lately here. The western star, Venus, in the earlier hours of evening, has never been so large, so clear; it seems as if it told something, as if it held rapport indulgent with humanity, with us Americans. Five or six nights since, it hung close by the moon, then a little past its first quarter. The star was wonderful, the moon like a young mother. The sky, dark blue, the transparent night, the planets, the moderate west wind, the elastic temperature, the miracle of that great star, and the young and swelling moon swimming in the west, suffused the soul. Then I heard, slow and clear, the deliberate notes of a bugle come up out of the silence, sounding so good through the night"s mystery, no hurry, but firm and faithful, floating along, rising, falling leisurely, with here and there a long-drawn note; the bugle, well play"d, sounding tattoo, in one of the army hospitals near here, where the wounded (some of them personally so dear to me,) are lying in their cots, and many a sick boy come down to the war from Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin, Iowa, and the rest.
INAUGURATION BALL
_March 6_.--I have been up to look at the dance and supper-rooms, for the inauguration ball at the Patent office; and I could not help thinking, what a different scene they presented to my view a while since, fill"d with a crowded ma.s.s of the worst wounded of the war, brought in from second Bull Run, Antietam, and Fredericksburgh.
To-night, beautiful women, perfumes, the violin"s sweetness, the polka and the waltz; then the amputation, the blue face, the groan, the gla.s.sy eye of the dying, the clotted rag, the odor of wounds and blood, and many a mother"s son amid strangers, pa.s.sing away untended there, (for the crowd of the badly hurt was great, and much for nurse to do, and much for surgeon.)
SCENE AT THE CAPITOL
I must mention a strange scene at the capitol, the hall of Representatives, the morning of Sat.u.r.day last, (March 4th.) The day just dawn"d, but in half-darkness, everything dim, leaden, and soaking. In that dim light, the members nervous from long drawn duty, exhausted, some asleep, and many half asleep. The gas-light, mix"d with the dingy day-break, produced an unearthly effect. The poor little sleepy, stumbling pages, the smell of the hall, the members with heads leaning on their desks, the sounds of the voices speaking, with unusual intonations--the general moral atmosphere also of the close of this important session--the strong hope that the war is approaching its close--the tantalizing dread lest the hope may be a false one--the grandeur of the hall itself, with its effect of vast shadows up toward the panels and s.p.a.ces over the galleries--all made a mark"d combination.
In the midst of this, with the suddenness of a thunderbolt, burst one of the most angry and crashing storms of rain and hail ever heard. It beat like a deluge on the heavy gla.s.s roof of the hall, and the wind literally howl"d and roar"d. For a moment, (and no wonder,) the nervous and sleeping Representatives were thrown into confusion. The slumberers awaked with fear, some started for the doors, some look"d up with blanch"d cheeks and lips to the roof, and the little pages began to cry; it was a scene. But it was over almost as soon as the drowsied men were actually awake. They recover"d themselves; the storm raged on, beating, dashing, and with loud noises at times. But the House went ahead with its business then, I think, as calmly and with as much deliberation as at any time in its career. Perhaps the shock did it good. (One is not without impression, after all, amid these members of Congress, of both the Houses, that if the flat routine of their duties should ever be broken in upon by some great emergency involving real danger, and calling for first-cla.s.s personal qualities, those qualities would be found generally forthcoming, and from men not now credited with them.)
A YANKEE ANTIQUE
_March 27, 1865_.--Sergeant Calvin F. Harlowe, company C, 29th Ma.s.sachusetts, 3d brigade, 1st division, Ninth corps--a mark"d sample of heroism and death, (some may say bravado, but I say heroism, of grandest, oldest order)--in the late attack by the rebel troops, and temporary capture by them, of fort Steadman, at night. The fort was surprised at dead of night. Suddenly awaken"d from their sleep, and rushing from their tents, Harlowe, with others, found himself in the hands of the secesh--they demanded his surrender--he answer"d, _Never while I live_. (Of course it was useless. The others surrender"d; the odds were too great.) Again he was ask"d to yield, this time by a rebel captain. Though surrounded, and quite calm, he again refused, call"d sternly to his comrades to fight on, and himself attempted to do so.
The rebel captain then shot him--but at the same instant he shot the captain. Both fell together mortally wounded. Harlowe died almost instantly. The rebels were driven out in a very short time. The body was buried next day, but soon taken up and sent home, (Plymouth county, Ma.s.s.) Harlowe was only 22 years of age--was a tall, slim, dark-hair"d, blue-eyed young man--had come out originally with the 29th; and that is the way he met his death, after four years" campaign. He was in the Seven Days fight before Richmond, in second Bull Run, Antietam, first Fredericksburgh, Vicksburgh, Jackson, Wilderness, and the campaigns following--was as good a soldier as ever wore the blue, and every old officer in the regiment will bear that testimony. Though so young, and in a common rank, he had a spirit as resolute and brave as any hero in the books, ancient or modern--It was too great to say the words "I surrender"--and so he died. (When I think of such things, knowing them well, all the vast and complicated events of the war, on which history dwells and makes its volumes, fall aside, and for the moment at any rate I see nothing but young Calvin Harlowe"s figure in the night, disdaining to surrender.)
WOUNDS AND DISEASES
The war is over, but the hospitals are fuller than ever, from former and current cases. A large" majority of the wounds are in the arms and legs.
But there is every kind of wound, in every part of the body. I should say of the sick, from my observation, that the prevailing maladies are typhoid fever and the camp fevers generally, diarrhoea, catarrhal affections and bronchitis, rheumatism and pneumonia. These forms of sickness lead; all the rest follow. There are twice as many sick as there are wounded. The deaths range from seven to ten per cent, of those under treatment.[7]
Note:
[7] In the U. S. Surgeon-General"s office since, there is a formal record and treatment of 153, 142 cases of wounds by government surgeons.
What must have been the number unofficial, indirect--to say nothing of the Southern armies?
DEATH OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN
_April 16, "65_.--I find in my notes of the time, this pa.s.sage on the death of Abraham Lincoln: He leaves for America"s history and biography, so far, not only its most dramatic reminiscence--he leaves, in my opinion, the greatest, best, most characteristic, artistic, moral personality. Not but that he had faults, and show"d them in the Presidency; but honesty, goodness, shrewdness, conscience, and (a new virtue, unknown to other lands, and hardly yet really known here, but the foundation and tie of all, as the future will grandly develop,) UNIONISM, in its truest and amplest sense, form"d the hard-pan of his character. These he seal"d with his life. The tragic splendor of his death, purging, illuminating all, throws round his form, his head, an aureole that will remain and will grow brighter through time, while history lives, and love of country lasts. By many has this Union been help"d; but if one name, one man, must be pick"d out, he, most of all, is the conservator of it, to the future. He was a.s.sa.s.sinated--but the Union is not a.s.sa.s.sinated--_ca ira_! One falls and another falls. The soldier drops, sinks like a wave--but the ranks of the ocean eternally press on. Death does its work, obliterates a hundred, a thousand--President, general, captain, private,--but the Nation is immortal.
SHERMAN"S ARMY"S JUBILATION--ITS SUDDEN STOPPAGE
When Sherman"s armies, (long after they left Atlanta,) were marching through Southand North Carolina--after leaving Savannah, the news of Lee"s capitulation having been receiv"d--the men never mov"d a mile without from some part of the line sending up continued, inspiriting shouts. At intervals all day long sounded out the wild music of those peculiar army cries. They would be commenc"d by one regiment or brigade, immediately taken up by others, and at length whole corps and armies would join in these wild triumphant choruses. It was one of the characteristic expressions of the western troops, and became a habit, serving as a relief and outlet to the men--a vent for their feelings of victory, returning peace, &c. Morning, noon, and afternoon, spontaneous, for occasion or without occasion, these huge, strange cries, differing from any other, echoing through the open air for many a mile, expressing youth, joy, wildness, irrepressible strength, and the ideas of advance and conquest, sounded along the swamps and uplands of the South, floating to the skies. ("There never were men that kept in better spirits in danger or defeat--what then could they do in victory?"--said one of the 15th corps to me, afterwards.) This exuberance continued till the armies arrived at Raleigh. There the news of the President"s murder was receiv"d. Then no more shouts or yells, for a week. All the marching was comparatively m.u.f.fled. It was very significant--hardly a loud word or laugh in many of the regiments. A hush and silence pervaded all.
NO GOOD PORTRAIT OF LINCOLN
Probably the reader has seen physiognomies (often old farmers, sea-captains, and such) that, behind their homeliness, or even ugliness, held superior points so subtle, yet so palpable, making the real life of their faces almost as impossible to depict as a wild perfume or fruit-taste, or a pa.s.sionate tone of the living voice--and such was Lincoln"s face, the peculiar color, the lines of it, the eyes, mouth, expression. Of technical beauty it had nothing--but to the eye of a great artist it furnished a rare study, a feast and fascination. The current portraits are all failures--most of them caricatures.
RELEAS"D UNION PRISONERS FROM SOUTH
The releas"d prisoners of war are now coming up from the southern prisons. I have seen a number of them. The sight is worse than any sight of battle-fields, or any collection of wounded, even the bloodiest.
There was, (as a sample,) one large boat load, of several hundreds, brought about the 25th, to Annapolis; and out of the whole number only three individuals were able to walk from the boat. The rest were carried ash.o.r.e and laid down in one place or another. Can those be _men_--those little livid brown, ash-streak"d, monkey-looking dwarfs?--are they really not mummied, dwindled corpses? They lay there, most of them, quite still, but with a horrible look in their eyes and skinny lips (often with not enough flesh on the lips to cover their teeth.) Probably no more appalling sight was ever seen on this earth. (There are deeds, crimes, that may be forgiven; but this is not among them. It steeps its perpetrators in blackest, escapeless, endless d.a.m.nation. Over 50,000 have been compell" d to die the death of starvation--reader, did you ever try to realize what _starvation_ actually is?--in those prisons--and in a land of plenty.) An indescribable meanness, tyranny, aggravating course of insults, almost incredible--was evidently the rule of treatment through all the southern military prisons. The dead there are not to be pitied as much as some of the living that come from there--if they can be call" d living--many of them are mentally imbecile, and will never recuperate.[8]