The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1882-11-02


A57ay of Northern Virginia. 1SGl-'65.
BY CARLTON MCCARTHY. Private Second
COMPANY Richmond lIoWilzcr'S, Cut
shaw Battalion. Second Corps, \. y. Y.
with illustrations hv ". J.. SHEPPARD.
Richmond CARLTON MCCARTHY & CO.
"Of making many books there i no
end" and the "laie onpleaSantneSs" i Il
theme so fruitful that if everything worthy
Of record were put in print - suppose
that even the world itself could not contain
the books that should he written" The
present volume is not a philosophical dis
cussi0n OF the right OF secession, nor a
eulogy OF men in high places. 1t fills a
niche that has not been made prominent
in our war-ltcrature; and it fills it mar
vellously well.
The book processes to lie "yOice from
the ranks" None but one with Irish
blood warming his heart could utter such a
"voice." At one time its sharp SarcasmS
and biting satire cut like a razor; at ar
other il rings with merriment, and is as
full of innocent mirth ana healthtul enjoy
ment a. Stuart's hilarious laughter: yet,
again, in sober tones, ii tells lis Of the
march. the bivOuaC, the battle: then,
sinking 20 trcmulous pathos, it speaks OF
home. and loved ones. and comrades dead
on the wel-i0ught field, and it, accents
are a. soft rs the mothers kiss pressed on
the cheek OF her sleeping infant-aS sweet
and tender Is the lullaby with which ShC
soOthed to slumbcr the cooling babe. Now
there stands before us the new recruit I'LL
ed with martial zeal and knowledge. and
eager to test his mettlc by charging alone
the entire force OF the enemy; then ",
see the seasoned veteran. willing to faro,
the recruit with ELL the di>a@recable dutie'
OF the mess-Tcadv al duty's call TO bare
, hi, breast 10 the storm Of battle, but not
! ashamed TO avail himself OF the protection
OF Il friendly tree when the call OF duty i,
not distinct and Unmlsiakablc. But now
| here ha, this voice sound OF bitterness
/ il utter, 10 syllable which tends 10 offend
any portion Of our reunited land or tcal
afresh the wounds which Time ha> largely
! healed.
Mr.. Mccarthy was four Years in tn,
army. He speaks, therefore, from persona
! knowledge, and te>tilies only to what h,
has seen. Ills character a. Christian
gentleman makes his testimony thorough,
reliable His theme also suits the trcnC
OF his genius. lie is Is much is love wit
his subject rs he ever was with his sweet
| utIll. Iit - Ni ~ Ai~ls anu fNfl FtliitIf'
shows the skill OF his pcncil and brush
The volume contains the most llfe-likc anC
graphic pictures OF the private soldier il
all Of his relations and circumstances. II,
who has "5eea there" will readily rccog
nize the fidelity OF the likcnesses.
Mr.. W. J.. sheppard, who was lieutcn
ant in the llOwitZcrS, and now ranks as ont
Of the best illustrator, in this country, en-
LII, ,,r;.l u s.t.
which are fac-simile reproductions of hi
original drawings, made especially for thi
book. They are among his best efforts
and add to hi, already extended AID well
deserved reputation.
lie who buys this book will read it: h,
who reads it will surely wish to buy it
The first proposition is high compliment
the second assertion is higher praise. anC
can truthfully be affirmed OF not one boOl
in thousand. Altogether, in our candle
Judgment, this is the best book OF its char
acter that we have seen.
To give our readers some lust cOnceptioI
OF this volume, so finely descriptive of IN,
real life Of the southern soldier, we had in
: tended TO make extracts: but when we be-
can 10 mark the best parts we found oul
pencil running down every page, from in
PRODUCTION 10 inns. The book is copy
rightcd; wholesome fear OF action for in
iringement restrained our Faber. But w,
felt great desire 10 run all risks, believing
that new subscribers, attracted to our papel
+ 10y the publication Of these delight chap
tiers, would enable lis to pay all damage.
awarded by any jury and yet make money
for the AdCOcQte. But, not yenturing t(
incur the wrath Of 80 brave soldier n Ne
Carthy, we Will only give a single extract
because OF the interest it has for our read
ers. 1t refers 10 the venerable George W
Motley, the patriarch Of our Conference:
- The day General Stuart fell, mortally
wounded, there was severe fight in tht
woods not far from the old Brook church
a few miles from Richmond; the enemy
was making a determined stand, in ordoI
to gain time 90 repair bridge winch they
were compelled 10 Use. and the COnfede-
rate infantry skirmishers were pushing
them hard. The fighting was stubborn and
the casualties on the Confederate side very
numerous. In the midst OF the fight a
voice was heard shouting, Where's my
boy, I'm looking for my boy!' Soon the
owner OF the voice appeared, tall. slim,
aged, with silyer-gray hair, dressed in full
suit OF broadcloth. A tall silk hat
and clerical collar and cravat COM
pleted his attire. His voice, familiar to the
people Of Virginia, was deep and powerful
AS he continued to shout, the men re-
piled, GO back. old gentleman; you'll get
hurt here. Go back; 90 back = no, no;
said he, can go anywhere my boy has TO
90, and the Lord Is here. want to see
my boy, and l will sec himp' Theu the