Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1865-03-09

The editors had run away, Duu Inc uuol-
ness man remained and hoped TO save
his property. Col Woodlord called at
the Office at an early hour, ana the fol
lowing conversation took place;
Col. W" Whom have | the pleasure
of addressing, sir?"
Newspaper proprietor" Mr.. l.,
sir"
Col. W.-"Will you do me the favor,
sir, to loan me a sheet Of paper ?''
Mr.. L. looking at the Colonels
shoulder-straps) -" Certainly, sir, GER
tainly.'
Col. W.-"Thank you, Mr.. l..
might l trouble you for pen and ink?'
Mr.. l." With pleasure, sir"
Col W.-(Begins to write)-" Really,
sir, / am sorry to trouble you so much,
but this ink won't flow; will you be
good enough to get another bottle 2
Mr.. L.-Oh, certainly, sir; no trouble
at all"
Col W.-(eoyjtes)
OFFICE Pro. MAR. GEN.
Charleston, S. c., Feb. 20, 1865.
Special Orders-NO l.
The Charleston Courier establishment is
hereby taken possession Of by the United
States"
Mr.. L. could not endure this any
longer for he was silly overlooking the
manuscript, and burst out:
"COlonel, you don't mean to Confs-
cate my property. 1 opposed nullifca-
tion-tn etgdtesn-thrty i"
The Colonel tells this story with great
zest, as the nearest approach to loyalty
in Charleston that he has met among the
white people yet.
The following is an extract from
"Carletons" letter to the Boston Jour
nal.
RosA's MOTHER.
Two years ago when | was at Hilton
Head, my laundress was Rosa, a Col0red
young woman who escaped from
Charleston in 1862, with her husband
ana four other persons in "a small boat.
| On that occasion Rosa dressed herself
in mems clothes, and the whole party
early one morning rowed past Sumter
| and made for the gunbOats.
If you go to Charleston | wish you
would see if my mother is there Z said
Rosa on Sunday last. Gov. Aiken's
| head man knows where she lives" AC-
companied by Berwick" of the New
York Tribune, l went up King street to
| Gov Aiken's. We found his head man
in the yard-a courteous black who as
soon as he learned that we were Yam
KEGS, and had a message from Rosa to
her mother, dropped all work and start
ed with us, eager to do anything for a
Yankee. walk to John street, an en-
trance through q yard to the rear of q
dwelling house, brought US to the moth
er, in little dingy room, cIuttered with
pots, kettles, tables and chairs. The
old woman was sitting on a stool before
the fire, cooking her sCanty breakfast of
corn cake. She had little rice meal
in bag, given her by rebel officer.
She must be past sixty years Of age, a
large strong woman with a wide, high
forehead and intellectual features. She
was clothed in q skirt of dingy negro
cloth, q sack of old red carpeting, and
poor thin canvass shoes of her Owr
make. Never had | such an introduc
tiOn.
Z" Here comes de great Messiah, vic
news of Rosa ~ said my intrOducer
with an indescribable dramatic flourish
The mother sprang from the stool with
a cry of Joy. From Rosa From RO
sa} o, thank the Lord" She tool
hold OF my hands, looked at me with al
intensity of feeling-an earnestness, JOY
ard yet with a shade of doubt, as if /
could not be true.
From Rosa 2"
o Eyes, aunty."
l shall not attempt to give her Ian
guage. She looked up into Heaven
yes, into Heaven She saw not us, bu
God and Jesus. The tears rolled from
her eyes. She recounted in prayer al
the long years of slavery, of suffering
the unrequited toll, the heart achings
the prayers of the past, and now CO.
had heard her. have seen great dra
l matists upon the stage and have bee
;. moved to tears by preachers and orators
; but never have / heard such an out
:. pouring OF soul as by that poor slav
woman. 1t was conversation he
l tween herself and the Savior She toll
him the story of her life, of all it's Sol
rows, of his goodness and kindness, an
1 love, the tears rolling down her cheek
the while, and falling in great drop
upon the floor. She wanted us to sta
S and partake of her scanty meal. Sh
pressed my hands again and again, an
Z; when told her must go, she kneele
upon the floor and asked for Gods be-
blessings and for Jesus love to folio,
me. 1t was prayer from her heart; "
had carried to her the news that 81
e was free, and that her Rosa was sti
o aliVe. 1t was the long looked for jub
r lee morning to her, and we were God
angels. TWAS one of the most thrillin
1t moments l ever experienced, or that
e expect to experience. Berwick" stoc
It sympathetic statue, unable to contr
n his emotion. This woman had been
l. slave-she had been sold, she had bee
IS exposed to insult, she had no figh
: which white man was bound to re
IA pect. So the Chief Justice of Il
United States said God ordained h,
a in his benefcent goodness to be slav
: So Rev. DR.. ThOrnnell, the great Sou
e Carolina theologian, said Slavery is
8 divine missionary Institution, said Il