The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1868-11-11
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SwEErsAND Juroy.A. lot of fne,
fresh, sweet and Juicy oranges have
iuat beenFeceiyed at Mr. McKenzie's.
Sample them S
The holiday number of Godey's
Lady's Book-December-has been
received by Messrs. Bryan & McCar-
ter. Christmas festivals and prettily
illustrated.
The election for municipal officers
passed off very quietly, yesterday,
although considerable interest was
manifested. About 1, 45O votes were
polled. The contest for Mayor was
very close. The votes will be counted
this morning, commencing at 10
o'clock. A number of mechanics and
workingmen, as token of respect
for Mr.. Mckenzie, formed process
sion and visited the different polls,
headed by neat banner, prepared
by an artist-architect. It is impossi-
BILE to make any statement with refer
ence tc eth Ter Mayor or Aldermen.
New Books. We are indebted to
Messrs. Bryan & McCarter for COPY
of work with the following title:
Theatrical Management in the West
and South for thirty years. Inter
spersed with Anecdotical Sketches,
Autobiographically given by Sol
Smith. Retired Actor. With illus.
trations. ''The web of life is of
mingled ya''n-good and ill toge-
ther. "--Shakspeare. New York:
Harper & Brothers, Franklin
square.
The work contains an almost mex
haustible fund of amusement. Mr..
Smith, as O comedian, stands at the
head of his profession, and he has
the happy faculty of imparting to his
writings vein of human which is
really interesting.
or The Last Days of Lee and
his Paladins. Final Memoirs OF a
Staff Officer Serving in Virginia.
From the MSS. of Colonel Surry,
of Eagles Nest. BY John Esten
Cooke, Author of "Surry of Eagles
Nest" Nee dspera terrent New
York: f. j. Huntington & Co., 459
Broome street.
We are indebted to the publisher
for copy Of the above work, which
is really a continuation of the authors
former popular productions. Many
an old Confed. will recognize the
scenes so vividly depicted in this plea
santly-written volume The follow
ing is an extract from the prologue:
On the wall over the mantle-piece,
here in my quiet study at Eagles
Nest, are two crossed swords. One
is battered old sabre worn at Get
tysburg and Appomattox; the other,
o Federal officers dress sword, cap
tured in 1868.
1t was mere fancy to place them
there, as it was whim to hang upon
that nail yonder, the uniform coat
with its stars and braid, which Stuart
wore on his famous ride around Nc
Clellan, in 1862. Under the swords
hang portraits of Lee, Jackson and
Stuart. Jackson wears his old coat,
and his brow is raised as though he
were looking out from beneath his
yellow old cadet cap. Stuart is seat
ed, grasping his sabre, with his
plumed hat resting on his knee. His
huge beard flows on his breast, his
eyes are clear and penetrating, and
beneath the picture I have placed q
slip cut from one of his letters to me,
and containing the words, "Yours to
count on, j. e. B. Stuart" Lastly,
the gray commander-in-chief looks
with q grave smile over his shoulder,
the eyes fixed upon that excellent en-
craving of the "Gocd Old Rebel"
private of the Army of Northern Vir-
ginia, seated on log, after the war,
and rejecting with knit brows on the
past and the present.
From this sketch Of my surround
ings, worthy reader, you will per-
ceive, that amuse myself by recall
ing the old times when the Grays and
Blues were opposed to each other.
Those two swords crossed-those pic
lures of Lee, Jackson, Stuart and the
"Old Rebep"-you are certain to
think that the Dossescor of +ban, 10