Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1862-11-24
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A Mr.. Kelly, who is endorsed by the
Cincinnati Commercial, communicates tC
that paper an account of his treatment al
the South. Being an cid European soldier
he was offered, by Bishop General Polk
the position of Chief of Artillery. Mr.
Kelly says:
uI declined tbe offer and left, with his
permission, that evening for Memphis. On
my arrival was waited upon by the jailol
of Memphis, who, after liberating all the
thieves, murderers, and blackguards who
were confined in the jail, organized them
into a military company, and placed him
self at their head as Captain. This scoun-
dre1 requested me to discipline him and
his filthy rabble. I informed him that
never would attempt to make soldiers out
of conviets. At this moment my death
warrent was signed, and nearly carried
into execution. This villain, and twelve
or thirteen of his gang of murderers, at
tackled me on the following evening, when
was within few PAGES Of my residence,
in sight of my wife, dragged me into an
alley-Yay, and like so many bell-hounds,
began tearing me.
My crime was disobedience Of orders
This was about four clock P. NJ. From
that until seven o'clock was spent by this
hellish mob in cutting and mangling my
defenseless body. A portion of them held
my hands cross ways behind my back,
while the rest pounded my head and upper
part of my body with heavy bludgeons.-
Some Of them had short sabers. They left
me as piece of chopped liver. Believing
I was dead, they hauled me about half a
mile, and threw me into dungeon in the
Jail, where filth and Yermin were knee
keep My wife came with her babe in her
arms to inquire if was dead, and, if alive,
to see me, but she was driven away like a
dog, with oaths and threats, by one Of the
mob. Here I lay in pool of blood, not
one inch of my whole body but was cut
and hacked; my teeth broken; my eyes
almost torn out. l had not even q drink
of water.
"When they found I was alive in the
morning, they dragged me through
the streets into a sham Court of JUS
tice. The j2ilor sat on the bench
with the dispenser of justice and
his whole mob around waiting for the
word to tear me into atoms. Here stood,
alone and friendless, and when opened
my mouth TO inquire why was so shock
ingly maltreated, the jailor leaped over the
bench and ordered me to keep silent or die.
Sam Moore, the Recorder, smiled. was
compelled to pay $22 or go to work on the
chain-gang. After l paid the fine made
my way to house to get some water to
wash the blood off my face-to do this
had to be supported by gentleman who vol
unteered to assist me at the peril Of his
life. While I was in the act of washing
my wounds, the jailer passed me, with his
pistol, capped and ready, with all the bias
phemous expressions becoming a foul heart
ed assassin, and attempted once more 10
take my life. After this, he published in
the Memphis Argus that he paid my fine.
This grieved me worse than all. wrote
a card and offered FIVE dollars per line to
correct the libel, but the editor would not
do it. For all these outrages this villain
has been lionized by the press and por-
ton of the people of Memphis. have
never received the least shadow of redress
from either civil or military authority.
lay on a bed for four months after,
without a soul TO come to see whether
was living or dead A friend dare not.
Thus lived in obscurity till the advent Of
the Union Army into Memphis.