The Sun.
London, England, 1864-09-28 00:00:00

General Butler, the Yankee Haynau.

A letter from America says—" A little incident
that has just occured—a portion of the unpublished
history of the war—is of interest, as showing, in
itself, that at least the thought of poetic justice is
not entirely dead in this country, and, in its sequel,
the complete terrorism exercised over tue press.
Major. Gen. Butler, the hero of Big Bethel and of
New Orleans, whose last honour was the reception
from Williams College of the title of LL.D., came
to this city last week for the purpose of looking
after his interests in the matter of some property
bequeathed to him by his brother. This brother
was invited to New Orleans by the model Major-
General and Doctor of Laws at the time the latter
dispensed justice, hung Confederates, and persecuted
women in the Crescent City. The unmilitary But-
ler want to Lonisana a poor, worthless, vagabond;
bat he flourished so amazingly under the auspices
of the American Haynau that in two years he had
amassed a fortune of 2,000,000 dols. He was, by
order of Gen. Butler, alone permitted to trade with
the people of New Orleans; and what with his
legitimate' business within the Federal lines end
his contraband trade with the Confederates, the
accumulation of the snug sum above mentioned was
an easy matter. Well, he came to New York with
his ill-gotten wealth, but had scarcely arrived
hero when he died ; either a victim to
his own excesses or to some still more
subtle and fearful agency. It is whispered that

the end of this mushroom millionaire was
hastened by artificial means; bat it was
not stated who is implicated. If any person, it is
believed to be some one in pursuit of vengeance, or
some one whose worldly interests would be ad-
vanced by his death, However that may be,
whether there was or was not a deep damnation'
in his taking off,' he died and left his property
to Major-General Butler; and the latter, as before
mentioned, visited the metropolis on legal business
connected with the bequest. No sooner had the
fact of his presence become known than one of his
victims, at least the story goes, determined to
settle accounts with him. The name of this per-
son is Mrs. Sarah D. Shore. Some months ago
her husband, William W. Shore, an army corre-
spondent, located at Norfolk, Virginia, was sus-
pected of having written some communications
rather free in their comments upon the military
administration of affairs to the World newspaper, of
this city; and as a consequsnce the unlucky letter
writer, though then in a military department not
under General Butler's control, was kidnapped by
the latter, and after having been subjected to
various indignities, placed in solitary confinement
in a dtngeon at Fortress Monroe, where he now
lies, without opportunity to communicate with
family or friends, and without any present hope of
justice or relief. Ematp-rated beyond endurance by
the treatment her husband had received, Mrs
Shore, who is generally a mild and amiable person,
and a woman of remarkable persanal attractions,
procured a revolver, and proceeded to the Fifth
Avenue Hotel, where her persecutor was stopping.
She found him superintending the disposition of his
baggage, and openly charged him with having
stolen her husband. Butler replied in a contemp-
tuous and sneering N
manner, when the unhappy .nrlady
levelled the pistol at his head and fired. onj y
was inflicted, and this would-be Charlotte iCordayby
was prevented from attempting further violence
members of Butler's staff standing near. The mat-
ter
s to
p ub
sh t
was h.uspteids
added
dantdh
that
thwo
newspapershenA rs dare not
ly
Sore's
was related to the guests of the hotel who witnessed
the rencontre, great indignation was expressed
~
against Butler, and threats
it prudentreatsof
lynchingto
removehim
freely
made, so that he de his
precious person for a tittle from mortal ken.