Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1866-06-28

f0'N' riio w NY ISL SCNGu UlOuUllS y.
lmprIsonment Professionally attended the
fallen President oithe Confederate States,
anu dedicated TO til Secretary of the Trea-
sury, appeals IN n9ordinary fashion to the
attention OF all Americans. Without att
tempting to rerifH the work critically,
and contentlng oaselves with this simple
statement of is G&borship and of the cir
Rcnmstances - - which it appears "a
statement lrrics with it ample de-
Of rTsre1ry aha sfa-Esaassai5a
we proceed q lay before our readers
such copious extracts from it's pages as will
enable them to Judge of its grave interest
and value.
The Prison Life Of Mr.. Darts Begins.
MAY Fl, 1S65.-The procession into the
fort was under the immediate inspection of
Major-G General Halleck and Charles A.
Dana, then Assistant Secretary of War;
Col. Pritchard, of the Michigan cavalry,
who Immediately effected the capture, be-
ing the officer in command of fine guard
from the vessel to the fort. First came
Major-Gen, Miles holding the arm of Mr..
Davis, who was dressed in suit of plain
Confederate gray, with gray slouched
hat-always thin, and now looking much
wasted and very haggard Immediately
after these came Col. Pritchard accompany
ing Mr.. Clay, with guard of soldiers in
their rear Thus they passed through files
Of men in blue from the Engineers Land
ing to the Water Battery Postern; and on
arriving at the casemate which had been
! fitted up into cells for their incarceration.
Nir. Davis was shown into easement No.
two and Mr.. Clay into No four, guards
of soldiers being stationed III the cells
numbered one, three and five, upon each
side of them. They entered; the heavy
doors changed behind them, and in that
clang was rung the final knell of the terri
bic, but now extinct rebellion.
Being ushered into his inner cell by Gen
Miles, and the two doors leading thereinto
from the guard-room being fastened, Mr..
Davis, after surveying the premises for
some moments, and looking out through
the cmbrasurc with such thoughts passing
over his lined and expressive face as may
be imagined, suddenly seated himself in
elsesis, slss~iaz beth l1aa1ds On MS Knees,
and asked OLA Of the soldiers pacing up
and down within his cell this significant
questions:
(Which way does the embrasure facet"
The soldier was silent.
Mr.. Davis, raising his voice little, re-
peated the inquiry
But again dead silence, Or only the mea-
sured footballs of the two pacing sentries
within, and the fainter echoes of the four
without.
Addressing the other soldier, as if the
first had been deaf and had not heard him,
the prisoner again repeated his inquiry.
But the second soldier remained silent
as the first, a sight twitching of his eyes
only intimating that he had heard the
question, but was forbidden to speak.
WELL said Mr.. Davis, throwing his
hands up and breaking into bitter laugh,
II wish my men could have been taught
your disciplined" and then, rising from
from his chair, he commenced pacing back
and forth before the embrasure, now look
ing at the silent sentry across the moat,
and anon the two silently pacing soldiers
who were his companions in the easement.
His sole reading matter, Bible and
prayer-book, his only companions those
two silent guards, his only food the ordina-
ny rations Of bread and beef served out to
the soldiers of the garrison-thus passed
the first day and night of the ex-Presi-
dents confinement.
Seward and Stanton Disgrace America-
an hsealid az Irons.
On the morning of the 23d of May, a
yet btterer trial-was in store for the proud
sririt-a trial seyerer, probably, than has
ever in modern eimes been inflicted upon
any one who had enjoyed such em;1,ence
THIS morning JetersoA Darts aoas Shack
led.
1t was while al the swarming camps of
the armies of the Potomac, the Tennessee
and Georgia-over two hundred thousand
bronzed and laurelled veterans-were pre-
pairing for the Grand Review of the next
morning, in which, passing in endless sue
cesslon before the mansion of the President.
the conquering military power of the ma
ton was to law down its arms at the feet
of the Civil Authority, that the following
scene was enacted at Fort Monroe:
Capt. Jerome b. Titlow, of the Third
Pennsylvania Artillery, entered the pris-
oner's CELL followed by the blacksmith of
the fort and his assistant, the latter carry
ing in his hands some heavy and harshly-
rafting shackles. AS they entered, Mr..
Davis was reclining on his bed, fe. e.ish
and weary after a sleepless night, the food
placed near to him the preceding day ~
ing untouched in its tin plate near his bed
side.
"Well.'' said Mr.. Davis as they enter
ed, slightly raising his head.
81 have an unpleasant duty to perform,
sir" said Capt. Titlow; and as he spoke
the senior blacksmith took the shackles
from his assistant.