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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON D. C, SEPTEMBER 24, 1881.
. PMARCHING HOME.,:
HENRY HOWARD BROWNELU
Under the Nation's Dome,
They've guarded so well and long,
Our boys come marching home,
Two hundred thousand strong.
All in the pleasant month of May,
"With war-worn colors and drums,
Still, through the livelong summer's day,
Regiment, regiment comes.
Who shall look on the like again,
Or see such host of the brave?
A mighty River of inarching men
Rolls the Capital through
Rank on rank, and wave on wave,
Of bayonet-crested blue !
How the chargers neigh and champ,
(Their riders weary of camp),
"With curvet and with caracole !
The cavalry comes with thundrous tramp,
And the cannons heavily roll.
Grandest of mortal sights
The sun-browned ranks to view
The Colors ragg'd in a hundred fights,
And the dusty Frocks of Blue!
And all day, mile on mile,
With cheer, and waving, and smile,
The war-worn legions delile
Where the nation's noblest stand;
And the Great Lieutenant looks on,
With the Flower of a rescued Land,
For the terrible work is done,
And the Good Fight is won
For God and for Fatherland.
So, from the fields they win,
Our men are inarching home,
A million arc inarching home!
To the cannon's thundering din,
And banners on mast and dome,
And the ships come sailing in
With all their ensigns dight.
As erst for a great sea-fight.
Let every color fly,
Every pennon flaunt in pride;
Wave, Starry Flag, on high !
Float in the sunny sky.
Stream o'er the stormy tide !
For every stripe of stainless hue,
And every star in the field of blue.
Ten thousand of the brave and true
Have laid them down and died.
And in all our pride to-day
We think, with a tender pain,
Of those so far away
They will not come home again.
THE GRAND REVIEW.
A NEVER-TO-BE-FORGOTTEN SCENE.
RY J. S. SLATER.
Sixteen years ago, in the month of May, Wash
ington was made the theatre of the finest mili
tary display ever witnessed in this country, and,
considered in connection with the lesson to he
drawn from it, the grandest pageant of modern
times. The rebellion had been crushed; the
vanquished foe had laid down their arms, and
the victors, before departing for their homes,
were to be reviewed in the Capital of the Nation
whose integrity they had so valiantly and suc
cessfully defended. Having forced the enemy to
surrender the weapons of treason, they, the con
querors, had come to lay down their own arms at
the feet of Columbia, whose sworn defenders they
had been through the years when sorrow rested
most heavily upon her heart.
THE DAY OPEXED AUSPICIOUSLY,
and long before dawn the troops commenced as
sembling east of the Capitol, and when daylight
began to creep over the city the reveille sounded
from bivouac to bivouac, and the bugle-calls from
Meridian Heights and the Capitoline Hill came
back in faint echoes from the Virginia shore in
the vicinity of Arlington, where the remainder
of the Potomac Army yet lay. It would be too
great a task and require too much space to enter
into anything like a detailed narrative of events,
and it is deemed unnecessary to specify the
organizations which formed a part of the pageant.
It may be of interest, however, especially to those
who were not present on the occasion, to know
ON THE FIRST DAY,
between the hours of nine a. m. and seven p. m.,
one hundred and eighty regiments of infantry,
thirty regiments of cavalry, and thirty-two bat
teries, aggregating nearly two hundred guns, all
belonging to the Army of the Potomac, yet con
stituting less than half of that organization, but
All that could be spared from other duties, passed
inTeview. On the 24th came Sherman's com
mand, composed of the Armies of Georgia and
the Tennessee, aggregating more than 75,000 men
of all arms. With each army were a vast num
ber of ambulances, hospital wagons, and the like,
adding quite materially to the general interest
as well as the length of the procession. The city
was filled to overflowing Avifh visitors. An hun
dred thousand strangers would not be too high
an estimate of the number of those who had
come to witness the closing scenes of the war.
IT WAS A HAPPY OCCASIOX,
and yet a careful observer might perceive a sad
dened expression upon the face, detect a vein of
sadness in the voice of even the most joyous.
The evidences of mourning still adorned the
buildings, public and private; officers and men
yet wore .the badge of sorrow for the lamented
Lincoln, and, in consequence of these insignia of
bereavements and the memories they resurrected
from the recent past, the general spirit of gladness,
though frequently breaking forth in cheers and
shouts of welcome, was nevertheless considerably
subdued. As already intimated, the troops were
set in motion at daylight, and began their tri
umphal march through the city at about eight
o'clock. Long before that hour every foot of
standing-room upon the pavements along the
route, every window, balcony, and roof was a liv
ing mass of eager spectators. The intersecting
streets and public reservations were also utilized,
and there was
SCARCELY SUFFICIENT SPACE
left unoccupied for another human being to stand,
much less sit in. When the advance reached Fif
teenth street the prospect, to one stationed near
the south front of the Treasury and looking east
ward, was magnificent beyond comparison.
Winding down the hill to the northward of the
Capitol, and extending along the avenue to the
point of observation, marched the "Boys in Blue,"
company front, and at close distance, preceded
by the cavalry. The alignment was perfect.
Above their heads was built a pathway of bristling
steel, pierced here and there by flags and banners
christened in the smoke and flame, and blood,
some of them, of scores of battles, and along this
pathway or bridge of sabres and sloped bayonets
the God of Day drove his chariot, evoking, above
the marching men below, gleams and flashes of
golden and silvery light as the wheels of his
triumphal car bore him onward toward the wait
STRAINS OF STIRRING MUSIC
rose upon the balmy air and hung trembling
above the heroes who inspired it with a soul.
Upon either side of the way, far as the eye could
reach, was built up from curb-stone to roof-tree a
wall of faces. Flags and banners waved on every
hand. Cheer after cheer and shout upon shout of
joy made silence quake and flee without the city.
Wreaths and garlands of flowers were scattered
everywhere. They hung from housetop to base
ment, were cast upon the moving panorama, upon
the uplifted sabres, the shining bayonets, and
thrown in the way to be trampled under the feet
which, having plodded through years of suffering
and sorrow, over toilsome roads, were now march
ing homeward, treading upon a soft, velvety car
pet, woven by loving hands from nature's sweet
WOMEN GREW HYSTERICAL
and stalwart men felt a choking sensation in the
throat that would not let them speak without
tears followed the utterances of the heart as the
steady tramp, tramp, tramp of the legions of lib
erty passed before them in review, each step ca
denced to the music of the Union. Hark! Yon
der come the guns. Hear how they rumble, and
grumble, and groan as if they, too, realized that
the war was ended, their occupation gone, and
were angry at the fact. How different from their
masters! and yet, what a sjinpathy between
them! The black -throated cannon and the
bronzed and bearded cannonneers are kin. Look
at them as they pass ! Are they not fitted for
each other? And the horses, even! See how
proudly and gallantly they step, keeping time to
the war-like music resounding from evey side !
And here come the cavalry! Thousands upon
thousands, pennons flying, carbines clinking, and
sabers clanging. Here they come with a galaxy
of glorious chieftains in the van.
slender, fair-haired, dashing cavalier, with blonde
complexion and long silken mustache, is Custer
himself, whose brilliant spirit shed its last flick
ering light on the banks of the Rosebud, in the
midst of savages. He wears a broad-brimmed,
gray slouch hat, and a jaunty, flowing scarlet
scarf at his throat. That is his division follow
ing. You may know them by their long
crimson neckties, floating in the wind. They
are not idolatrous, and yet they worship him.
Can any loyal heart blame them for so doing?
Now step through the Treasury building and
take a seat directly opposite the reviewing stand,
upon which are to be distinguished those among
living men whom the Nation most loves to honor,
THE PRESIDENT AND HIS CABINET,
Generals Grant, Sherman, Sheridan, Howard
Slocum, Logan, and others names now house
hold words throughout the land. Then turn
your eyes eastward. The column is wheeling to
the left and coming into view from behind the
old State Department, torn down years ago to
make room for the north wing of the Treasury.
See how the ranks close up as they approach the
grand pavilion. Watch the swing of their shoul
ders ; see how careless, and yet with what pre
cision every movement is made. They are no
holiday soldiers; they are veterans the "Old
Guard" of the Republic. Their eyes have looked
again and again into the powder-blackened muz
zles of the enemy's cannon ; have seen the thin
tubes of death leveled at their breasts by the foe;
have beheld all the sights and heard all the
sounds of fiercest battle. There is a firmness in
the set of their jaws, a resoluteness in their de
meanor, which distinguishes them from all those
who only wear the military garb in peaceful
times. And their uniforms! no imposing bear
skins, no waving plumes, no gaudy dress. The
plain frock or simple blouse and army blue pan
STAINED, AND BEGRIMED
by the elements of heaven, earth, and war, and
the fatigue cap or regulation felt hat these are
their garments garments which become them
as completely as do the robes of royalty the
kingly form. Beside us sits a man in a faded
blue blouse. He has but one leg. The other
lies buried somewhere in the Wilderness. His
head is craned forward and he eagerly watches
for the coming of" There she is ! There she
comes: look at her; nothing but a rag; hurrah!"
he shouts, and half slides, half tumbles from the
bench, and is at the curb-stone by the time that
which had once been a flag, but is now a mere
fragment of tattered and smoke-begrimed silk,
comes opposite. "Hallo, Bill! How are you,
Dan ? Where's Charlie ? " The regiment, a mere
handful, has passed ; but the men, though they
turned not a head or eye, had many of them
recognized a comrade, and he knew it.
AS HE HOBBLED BACK
to his place he put up a hand, from which two
fingers were missing, and wiped away the tears
that, upon one side of his face, followed in the
track of a deep sabre J,cnt running diagonally
across it. "Them's bully boys," said he, as he
climbed into his seat. "I used to carry that flag.
I had it when a Johnny give me this lick on the
mug at Gettysburg." " Fingers ? Yas, they sort
o' got away from me somehow down on the Pe
ninsula. Lost 'em at Gaines's Mill in 'G2. Glad
'twant the right hand." Here comes Custer once
more. See that gigantic wreath thrown at him
from near the corner of Fifteenth-and-a-half
street. He catches it and slips it over his head,
making a baldric of it. In doing so his hat falls
off,- leaving his long yellow hair to float unre
strainedly upon the gentle breeze. His horse, a
powerful stallion, unused to such gentle arts of
peace, takes fright and dashes by with the speed
of a whirlwind. Women shriek and the men
some of them cheer, while yet others look on
in breathless excitement. The rider sits his
steed like a centaur. There is no dismounting
Custer, and so in a few moments he rides back
to his command, flushed and smiling, amid the
vociferous cheering of the vast concourse of
spectators, resumes his head covering, and
presently disappears, followed by the bold horse
men he had so often led to the charge
WHEN DEATH BARRED THE WAY
to many a steed and rider. In front of us, upon
the lowest seat, sit an elderly couple, who since
early morning have been watching for a particu
lar regiment. Their boy is in it, and they have
traveled from the far North to see the grand re
view and Jrim. Innocent souls, they little real
ized the changes wrought in the appearance of a
man by a single campaign, and they had not seen
their son since he volunteered in 1861. Over and
over again they described him to those of us who
sat near by " a laughing, blue-eyed, fair-haired,
rosy-cheeked boy, seventeen when he enlisted."
The regiment came. The aged people and many
anther one beside looked for the fair-haired boy,
but looked in vain. Tears came into the eyes of
more than one looker-on upon witnessing the
grievous disappointment of the chief watchers.
Their boy was not there, they said ; and yet he
WITHIN" THE LENGTH OF A MUSKET
of them, and they saw him not. Next day it Avas
our great good fortune to meet the same old cou
ple again. Their son was with them, but he was
no smooth-faced, laughing boy, as they had pic
tured him. He was a man; in stature taller than
his father, broad shouldered, bronzed, and bearded
like a paid. The laughter had long since died out
from his blue eyes, and given place to the stern,
determined look of one who had faced death often,
and was ready, if need be, to do so again and again.
They were proud of that son one could see. it
from the almost reverential manner in Avhich they
looked up to and addressed him. He was only a
common soldier; but, judged from his appear
ance, he was well worthy of their love a man of
whom even the Nation might well be proud.
Meantime, while we have digressed to relate this
THE COLUMN HAS MOVED ON.
and so it keeps moving on from morning until
night. And the next day it is the same, only that
the Western army of broad-shouldered, stalwart
men who fought under Sherman are substituted
in place of those who did so nobly under Grant.
They march over the same route, greeted by the
same enthusiastic demonstrations of joy, and sa
lute their chiefs as did their brothers who pre
ceded them ; and then they, too, melt away in the
distance, and soon the army of the Union is dis
banded. The victors lay down the crown of might,
but retain the laurel wreath, bearing it with them
to their quiet homes to wear forever more.
GRAND OLD ARMY OF THE POTOMAC!
Glorious Army of the West ! Tried soldiers and
brave men all ! Men who in the East saw the
first as well as the last battle of the war; who
were christened at Manassas in 1861 ; lay in the
trenches under the dropping fire of the enemy's
guns a Yorktown: passed through the fearful
ordeal of the "Seven Days;" who climbed the
deadly, fire-swept slope on that chill December
day at Fredericksburg; who stood at Gettysburg
and hurled Lee's legions back a broken and dis
heartened mass; who plowed a furrow through
the Wilderness from the Rappahannock to the
James with the bayonet; wb dwelt under the
canopy of shot and shell at Petersburg, and who
were at Five Forks and Appomattox. Men who
in the West stood at Shiloh, Yicksburg, and Stone
River; who fought below the clouds, in the
clouds, and above the clouds, wherever the enemy
were to be found; who
CARVED A PATH TO GLOBY
and the hearts of their countrymen when they
cut their way from Atlanta to the sea, stopping
only long enough on the route to win the glorious
victories of Lookout, Mission Ridge, Chattanooga,
and numerous other hot-contested fields; and
men who, after the firing of the last hostile gun,
journeyed over half a continent to clasp hands
with their comrades of the Potomac Army and
assist in paying homage to the genius of American
liberty in the Nation's Capital. They were sep
arated once by the necessities of war. Now they
no longer belong to either the East or the West,
but to the whole country to the Union; and, as
soldiers of the Union, we would thus call the
memory of their deeds to life, so that a grateful
people may not cease to do them equal honor.
They are entitled to it, for they preserved the
unity of the States. Long live the grand old
Army of the Republic in the hearts of loyal men
THE BUMMER BRIGADE,
The account of the grand review would be in
complete without some mention of the ludicrous J
winding up of the last days' proceedings. Fol
lowing the stalwart and disciplined legionaries
who had cut their way through the heart of the
enemy's country from Atlanta to the sea, came
THE BUMMER BRIGADE,
a motley crew, excelling, in picturesque appear
ance, dress, dirt, and deviltry, the ragged recruits
of Falstaff, and which so sorely tried the patience
of that redoubtable hero of romance. Almost
every nationality under the sun was represented.
There were Yankees from the East marching side
by side with their Western prototypes, and red
haired Englishmen walking in loving proximity
to blue-eyed men from the Shannon, who followed
in the footsteps of Frenchman, Dutchman, Span
iard, Turk, or Russian. Africa predominated to
such an extent that a dark shadow was reflected
from the dusky faces and hung above the moving
column like a thick cloud.
THE ANIMAL AGGREGATION.
In the way of representation on the part of the
lower orders of creation' there was an aggregation
of animals rivaling in variety and numbers the
grandest combination ever conceived by Barnum,
Forepaugh, or other ring kings of the menagerie.
There were game chickens from Georgia, mules
from Mississippi, and 'possums from all along the
line of march through Dixie. Pet monke3rs, pigs,
and parrots, cats, cows, and crocodiles grimaced,
grunted, squealed, squalled, lowed, and kicked up
the devil generally until the lookers-on found lit
tle difficulty in imagining Noah's ark had but just
discharged its heterogeneous cargo in the streets
on cadaverous specimens of horseflesh, carrying
their household belongings and whatever else
they were able to get away with in bundles, bas
kets, bags, and blankets. Curly-headed pican-
ninies peeped out from sacks alongside of turkeys,
geese, and other feathered specimens, and, in fact,
the rag-tag and bobtail of the army, with the riff
raff of the section through which the closing cam
paign of the war had led them, passed in review,
evoking shouts of laughter as they moved to the
music of dinner-horns, tin pans, braying mules,
crowing cocks, and a perfect storm of curious cries
THE BUMMERS WERE
a feature of each one of the Union armies, and
consisted of those who had unbounded appetites
for the good things of life, but no stomachs for
fighting; who could smell a chicken or roasting
pig across a twenty-acre lot, but never could get
a sniff of gunpowder; who were every read to
forage on their individual accounts, but never
were able to undergo the fatigue of drill or march
ing in the ranks ; who were often under arrest,
and as often mysteriously released ; who were on
good terms Avith some one or more officers having
seeming authority over them, and whose messes
were supplied from time to time with dainty ti
bits supplied by the free foragers, over whom they
exercised a sort of protectorate; who were, in fact,
reckless, brave men, worthless as soldiers, jolly
dogs, good providers, passable cooks, full of
humor and good feeling so long as they could
have their own way.
THEY WERE USEFUL, TOO,
after a fashion. Scattering in front, upon the
flanks, and in rear of the army, they rendered a
surprise next to, if not quite, impossible. Poking
into all sorts of out-of-the-way places, they gath
ered much important information, besides the
vast amount of spoils they gathered in as they
journeyed leisurely on. But, like the stalwarts
who preceded them, the bummers at length
passed from sight to be seen never again. They
disappeared; but the memory of them will long
live in the minds of those who saw them on that
bright May day so many years ago. J. S. S.
OLDER THAN THE REPUBLIC.
Mrs. Hannah Cox, who died recently at
Holderness, N. II., was the oldest person in that
State, and probably in New England. Her birth
occurred at Preston, Conn., June 25, 1776. There
can be no question as to the time when she first
saw the light, for her birth is plainly recorded in
the parish register of the old Episcopal church
at Preston. Up to ninety-sevfcn, Mrs. Cox was
unremittingly industrious at sewing or knitting,
and only ceased such work at the request of her
children. Up to the time of her death her senses,
with the exception of impaired hearing, were per
fect. She walked without a cane, read type of
the long-primer size without glasses, and a short
time before she passed away she repeated, almost
faultlessly, the twenty-third Psalm from mem
ory. Her exact age was 105 years 2 months and
4 days, and one can gain some idea of the great
span which her life covered Avhen it is realized
that she was born nine days before the Declara
tion of Independence was made by the American
Colonies. Bangor Commercial.
GRAPESHOT IN THE SEA SAND,
Several days ago, while fishing with a party of
friends off Cumming's Point, Major Mansfield, of
the Post Office Department, found a human skel
eton washed up on the sand. It is supposed to
have been the remains of some soldier who fell
at Battery Gregg during the war, whose resting
place had been rudely disturbed by the encroach
ing waves. The skeleton was reinterred. Major
Mansfield also gathered quite a number of shot
and shell near the spot where the old battery
stood, a bayonet almost eaten up with rust, a
Parrott shell with the charge still in it, and an
assortment of grape and canister, terrible wit
nesses of the scenes transpiring in our historic
harbor nearly twenty years ago. It is said that
when the tide is low grapeshot can be gathered
in the sand at this point by the bushel. Charles
ton News and Courier.
In the year 272, the Britons were compelled
to eat the bark of trees.
In 306, thousands of the Scots died from want
In 310, 40,000 English perished from the same
In 450, if we may believe Dufresnoy, so dread
ful was the scarcity of food in Italy, that the
parents devoured their own children.
In 739, in 823, and in 954, England, Wales,
and Scotland lost thousands of their inhabitants
by starvation. Famine again desolated these
countries in the years 1087, 1195, 1251, and 1315.
During the last visitation, horses, dogs, cats, and
the most loathsome vermin were greedily de
voured. We find at intervals of time six other
seasons of famine, reaching down as late as 1795.
A most dreadful calamity of the same nature
visited the Cape de Verdes in the year 1775, when
16,000 persons died of starvation, and also in
1811, when some of the islands lost from one
third to one-half of their population.
MY LAST CIGAR,
'Twas oft the Blue Canary Isles,
One glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck
And whitFd my cares away;
And as the volum'd smoke arose,
Like incense in the air,
I breath'd a sigh to think, in sooth,
It was my last cigar !
I leaned upon the quarter rail,
And looked down in the sea ;
E'en there the purple wreath of smoke
Was curling gracefully,
Ah ! what had I at such a time
To do with wasting care?
Alas, the trembling tear proclaimed
It was my last cigar !
I watched the ashes as they eame
Fast drawing to the end ;
I watched it as a friend would watch
Beside a dying friend ;
And, as the lire crept slowly on,
It vanished into air ;
I threw it from me spare the talc
It was my last cigar!
I've seen the land of all I love
Fade in the distance dim ;
I've watched above the blighted heart
"Where once proud hope hath been ;
But I have never known n woe
Which could with that compare,
When ofV the Blue Canary Isles
I smoked my last cigar!
LINCOLN'S GETTYSBURG ORATION.
"Four score and seven years ago our fathers
brought forth on this continent a new nation,
conceived in liberty and dedicated to the propo-.
sition that all men are created equal.
"Now we are engaged in a great civil war, test
ing whether that Nation, or any nation so con
ceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We
are met on a great battle-fiekl of that war. We
have come to dedicate a portion of that field as
a final resting place for those who here gave up
their lives that the nation might live. It is alto
gether fitting and proper that we should do this.
"But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we
cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow, this ground.
The brave men, living and dead, who struggled
here have consecrated it far above our poor power
to add or detract. The world will little note nor
long remember what we say here, but it can
never forget what they did here. It is for us,
the living, to be dedicated here to the unfinished
work which they who fought here have thus far
so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here
dedicated to the great task remaining before us
that from these honored dead we take increased
devotion to that cause for which they gave the
last full measure of devotion that we here
highly resolve that these dead shall not have
died in vain, that this Nation under God shall
have a new birth of freedom, and that govern
ment of the people, for the people, shall not
perish from the earth."
RICH MEN OF PENNSYLVANIA,
Ex-Governor Curtin in the New York Tribune,
in reply to the question "Which estate will net
the most to the heirs, that of Colonel Thomas A.
Scott or the estate of Asa Packer?" says:
"I think that the Packer estate is the best. It
is generally held to be worth 87,000,000 without
exaggeration. The estate of Colonel Scott is
large, but I think the newspapers rate it too
high. I should put it at about 5,000,000. Con
sidering everything, that is a very great result
for such an active and venturesome mind as
Colonel Scott's. Some of the largest fortunes in
Philadelphia have been accumulated by manu
facturers. There is Mr. Weightman, of the firm
of drug manufacturers which monopolized the
quinine. He is one of the richest men in Penn
sylvania. The estate of Gillingham Fell is very
large. Disston, the saw manufacturer, has made
a large amount of money. Dobson, the carpet
manufacturer, has done a great business. The
Baldwin locomotive works, as you know, are the
largest in the world. Sellers, the boiler-maker,
is another great force with us. In Pittsburgh,
the largest fortune I presume to be that of
William Thaw, who is at the head of the Penn
sylvania railroad lines west of Pennsylvania.
He is now a director in the Pennsylvania Rail
road. Some reckon his means at 10,000,000.
Hostetter, the bitters man, is also very rich in.
Pittsburgh. One of the most successful men in
our State is A. J. Cassett, vice-president of the
Pennsylvania Railroad. He was a boy of plain,
respectable family in Pittsburgh. He entered
the railroad service near the bottom, and has
worked his way up till he is one of the great
masters of railroad details, and by his address is
considerable of a public and social man, and his
sagacity has made him a large fortune."'
SOME QUEER DEFINITIONS.
Few persons are aware how much knowledge
is sometimes necessary to give the etymology
and definition of a word. It is easy to define
words, as certain persons satirized by Pascal
have defined light : "A luminary movement of
luminous bodies;" or as a Western judge once
defined murder to a jury: "Murder, gentlemen,
is when a man is murderously killed. It is the
murdering that constitutes murder in the eye
of the law. Murder, in short, is murder." We
have all smiled at Johnson's definition of net
work: "Network anything reticulated or de
cussed at equal distances, within interstices
between the intersections."
Manv of the definitions in our dictionaries
remind one of Bardolph's attempt to analyze
the term accommodation: "Accommodation
that is, when a man is, as they say, accommo
dated ; or when a man is being whereby he may
be thought to be accommodated, which is an
excellent thing." Brimstone, for example, the
lexicographer defines by telling us that it is
sulphur : and then rewards us for the trouble
we have had in turning to sulphur, by telling
us it is brimstone.
SLAVES AS CONTRABANDS.
Mr. Thurlow Weed, in an article on the early
incidents of the Rebellion, gives General Butler
credit for first using the word "contraband" in
alluding to slaves. The public also has been led
to believe that General Butler displayed origi
nality in applying so appropriate a term to the
unfortunate negroes. The credit actually belongs
to a distinguished opponent to slavery, long since
deceased, and to a person whose anti-slavery sen
timents were not as popular as when General
Butler became a convert.
In Hildreth's History of the United States,
volume 4, page 195, there is an extract from a
speech made by Thomas Scott, a member of the
First Congress, at its second session in 1790, in
which, speaking of the power of Congress over
slavery, he says :
If these wretched Africans can be
considered property, as some gentleman would
have it, and consequently as subjects of trade and
commerce, they and their masters so far lose the
benefit of their personality, that Congress may at
pleasure declare them contraband goods, and so
prohibit the trade altogether.
DISCOVERY OF GLASS.
The discovery of glass-making was effected by
seeing the sand vitrified upon which a fire had
Blancort says that the making of plate-glass
was suggested by the fact of a workman happen
ing to break a crucible filled with melted glass.
The fluid ran under one of the large flagstones
with which the floor was paved. On raising the
stone to recover the glass, it was found in the form
of a plate, such as could not be produced by the
ordinary process of blowing.
Man is the glory, jest, and riddle of the world!'