13, Jefferson Davis releases T.A.R. Nelson, and his son, on concluded conditions
RICHMOND, VA., August 13, 1861.
THOMAS A. R. NELSON, Esq.
SIR: I have received your letter of the 12th instant in which you ask to be discharged from arrest and prosecution and make promise that you will "as a citizen of Tennessee submit to her late action and religiously abstain from any further words or acts of condemnation whatever or opposition to her government." The desire of this Government being to maintain the independence it has asserted by the united feeling and action of all its citizens it has been its policy not to enter into questions of differences of political opinion hereafter existing.
I am therefore pleased to be spared the necessity of inquiring whether to rest content with your submission as a loyal citizen of your State in her recent action in adhering to this Confederacy and adopting its permanent constitution by an increased majority. I have ordered your discharge and that of your companions from custody.
I am, &c.,
JEFF'N DAVIS.
OR, Ser. II, Vol. 1, p. 826.
RICHMOND, VA., August 13, 1861.
THOMAS A. R. NELSON, Esq.
SIR: I have received your letter of the 12th instant in which you ask to be discharged from arrest and prosecution and make promise that you will "as a citizen of Tennessee submit to her late action and religiously abstain from any further words or acts of condemnation whatever or opposition to her government." The desire of this Government being to maintain the independence it has asserted by the united feeling and action of all its citizens it has been its policy not to enter into questions of differences of political opinion hereafter existing.
I am therefore pleased to be spared the necessity of inquiring whether to rest content with your submission as a loyal citizen of your State in her recent action in adhering to this Confederacy and adopting its permanent constitution by an increased majority. I have ordered your discharge and that of your companions from custody.
I am, &c.,
JEFF'N DAVIS.
OR, Ser. II, Vol. 1, p. 826.
13, “A Plucky Girl”
Yesterday three men obtained entrance into a house of evil reputation on Gayoso street, and there proceeded to make a disturbance and were desired to leave. Refusing to do so an inmate of the place, a girl known as Jo. Moore, seized a hatchet, and with flashing eyes and furious gestures, proceeded to attack the rowdies. They fled, but she followed them into the street hatchet in hand and pursued them for half a square. Finding that she could not overtake them, she threw the hatchet, tomahawk fashion, after them. So well was it aimed that it struck in a post close by one of the retreating men, Jo, was arrested by officer James Cussick.
Memphis Bulletin, August 14, 1863
Memphis Bulletin, August 14, 1863
13, Federal scout to Jasper discovers widespread Confederate conscript sweeps in East Tennessee
STEVENSON, August 13, 1863--7.15 p. m.
Maj.-Gen. McCOOK:
Col. Ray has just returned from a scout to Jasper. He captured 2 rebel dispatch bearers and brought in some refugees. The rebels are conscripting with impunity in East Tennessee.
OR, Ser. I, Vol. 30, pt. III, p. 20.
Maj.-Gen. McCOOK:
Col. Ray has just returned from a scout to Jasper. He captured 2 rebel dispatch bearers and brought in some refugees. The rebels are conscripting with impunity in East Tennessee.
OR, Ser. I, Vol. 30, pt. III, p. 20.
13, “A Den of Infamy.”
“Soldier killed in that accursed locality known as Smoky Row,” said yesterday morning’s paper. Accursed? Yes; but that is too mild a term for the four breathing hole of hell, which is belching forth is pestilential breath on those who are so placed as to be without the restraining influences which surround home. I remember a sad story which came to my ear not long since: A son of one of our wealthiest and most respectable families in Ohio volunteered in _____Ky. He had always been a young man of exemplary habits, and his morals were above suspicion. While here one evening he was thrown among a lot of “good fellows,” who succeeded in getting him drunk, and on becoming sensible, he found himself in a house of ill fame. An alarm was soon given that the Provost Guard were coming to search the house. He was too late; but sobered by shame, he attempted to escape, and was fired on by the guard and wounded. His family were informed of the accident; and in a few days I met a young lady; coming to this city, and learned she was a sister of the young man, who had come to attend on him; but on her arrival here he was dead. The look of agony which the face of that sister wore will never fade from the mind of the writer, nor her only exclamation! “Oh! if he had only died for his country, I should have been comparatively happy; but such a death -- how can I bear it?”
Who is to blame in this matter? Life after life is lost in the dens around Smoky Row. Hundreds, and probably thousands, of soldiers are to-day in hospitals, who would have been in the field but for its existence. Many who have been discharged from the service, can point to the same place for the cause.
Not long since, we had an order to clear out the concern, and a great stir was made among the cyprians. All honor to General Granger, for trying to do his duty; but the next day after their arrival a certain Northern city, I saw some of them en route for this place, and it is a notorious fact, that while loyal men, by the scored, are refused passes to come and see sons, dying in hospitals, the most notorious courtezan [sic] can pass up and down with perfect impunity. Perhaps some of our officials have a leaning toward the fair sex. Who knows? A single fact came to my notice: A “lady of the town” who was refused a pass by the officer in command then, shaking her fist in his face, said: “By G___, young man I will see Col. M.____ M.___ about this!” It is not necessary to say that she came down on the next train. The same day, an old man from the farthest part of Ohio, who had sent his two sons into the ranks -- taking them from college, one of whom was dead and the other dangerously ill, was refused a pass to go and obtain the remains of one, and minister to the wants of the other. If necessary, the names of the parties, date etc., can be furnished together with a score of similar cases. Let some of our friends look out -- the eye of God, and perhaps somebody else, is on them.
I can think of only one remedy that will reach the case. Instead of sending these fair “nymphs of the pave” [sic] North, where they can so display their charms of mind, and person as to win at least the confidence of high officials, let them be loaded with whisky and sent over our lines South, where they will do more damage than the same number of smooth bored five-pounders, especially if a keg of genuine rot-gut be sent along as an equivalent for the customary caisson.
SCALPEL
Nashville Daily Press, August 13, 1863.
“Soldier killed in that accursed locality known as Smoky Row,” said yesterday morning’s paper. Accursed? Yes; but that is too mild a term for the four breathing hole of hell, which is belching forth is pestilential breath on those who are so placed as to be without the restraining influences which surround home. I remember a sad story which came to my ear not long since: A son of one of our wealthiest and most respectable families in Ohio volunteered in _____Ky. He had always been a young man of exemplary habits, and his morals were above suspicion. While here one evening he was thrown among a lot of “good fellows,” who succeeded in getting him drunk, and on becoming sensible, he found himself in a house of ill fame. An alarm was soon given that the Provost Guard were coming to search the house. He was too late; but sobered by shame, he attempted to escape, and was fired on by the guard and wounded. His family were informed of the accident; and in a few days I met a young lady; coming to this city, and learned she was a sister of the young man, who had come to attend on him; but on her arrival here he was dead. The look of agony which the face of that sister wore will never fade from the mind of the writer, nor her only exclamation! “Oh! if he had only died for his country, I should have been comparatively happy; but such a death -- how can I bear it?”
Who is to blame in this matter? Life after life is lost in the dens around Smoky Row. Hundreds, and probably thousands, of soldiers are to-day in hospitals, who would have been in the field but for its existence. Many who have been discharged from the service, can point to the same place for the cause.
Not long since, we had an order to clear out the concern, and a great stir was made among the cyprians. All honor to General Granger, for trying to do his duty; but the next day after their arrival a certain Northern city, I saw some of them en route for this place, and it is a notorious fact, that while loyal men, by the scored, are refused passes to come and see sons, dying in hospitals, the most notorious courtezan [sic] can pass up and down with perfect impunity. Perhaps some of our officials have a leaning toward the fair sex. Who knows? A single fact came to my notice: A “lady of the town” who was refused a pass by the officer in command then, shaking her fist in his face, said: “By G___, young man I will see Col. M.____ M.___ about this!” It is not necessary to say that she came down on the next train. The same day, an old man from the farthest part of Ohio, who had sent his two sons into the ranks -- taking them from college, one of whom was dead and the other dangerously ill, was refused a pass to go and obtain the remains of one, and minister to the wants of the other. If necessary, the names of the parties, date etc., can be furnished together with a score of similar cases. Let some of our friends look out -- the eye of God, and perhaps somebody else, is on them.
I can think of only one remedy that will reach the case. Instead of sending these fair “nymphs of the pave” [sic] North, where they can so display their charms of mind, and person as to win at least the confidence of high officials, let them be loaded with whisky and sent over our lines South, where they will do more damage than the same number of smooth bored five-pounders, especially if a keg of genuine rot-gut be sent along as an equivalent for the customary caisson.
SCALPEL
Nashville Daily Press, August 13, 1863.
13, “The Frail Ones.”
We learn from the Press that the Provost Marshal, by order of Gen. Granger, has notified all the public women of this city to report at the Provost Marshall’s office on or before the 15th day of August, and that on presentation of a Surgeon’s certificate and payment of five dollars, they will receive licenses. All such women found without certificate and license, after the specified date, will be arrested and incarcerated in the work house for a period of not less than thirty days.*
Nashville Dispatch, August 13, 1863.*Ed. note - this can be considered the beginning of the first licensed form of prostitution management in the United States.
We learn from the Press that the Provost Marshal, by order of Gen. Granger, has notified all the public women of this city to report at the Provost Marshall’s office on or before the 15th day of August, and that on presentation of a Surgeon’s certificate and payment of five dollars, they will receive licenses. All such women found without certificate and license, after the specified date, will be arrested and incarcerated in the work house for a period of not less than thirty days.*
Nashville Dispatch, August 13, 1863.*Ed. note - this can be considered the beginning of the first licensed form of prostitution management in the United States.
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