Stockton Herald, South Durham and Cleveland Advertiser. — 1866-07-27 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

IVY. fly. Wakefield 40th Lancashire Rifles, Newton-le-Willows 11 Manche,ter Rifles 6OO Leeds Rifle 641 Leeds Artillery 494 sth A.B. W. Y. R. V., Huddersfield Ist A.B. E. Y. A. V. , York, Am. 2101 Manchester Rifles Westmorland Rifles 3rd Manchester Rifles 634 A.8.L.R.Y., Blackburn 5OO Ist Newcastle-on-Tyne Artillery, Light Field Battery :SS sth A. B. Lancashire Rifles, Mverstone Ist A.B.E. Y. 11. V.. Beverley, ifc 330 31-4 Lancashire Rifle Volunteers. Wigau l9l 3,1 A.B. Darham Rifles, Gateshead 2nd A.B. Durham Rifles, Bishop Auckland, &c. .ist, A.B. North York Rifles, Richmond, Stc • 750 2nd A.B.North York Rifles, Malton, Sc 300 2nd tB. Lincolnshire Rifles, Grantham, &c. 284 Halifax Rifles 541 rlanil Rifl 7th A.B. Lancashire Rifles, Ashton-under-Lyne Ist A B W. Y. I:. V., York 7OO Ist Northumberland Rifles. Alnwick,- &c. 11 A.B. Lincolnshire Artillery, tirimsby and Boston l5l 11 Newcastle-on-Tyne Rifles  Total 17,•'22 Tbe following artillery volunteers will bring guns : Seaham Artillery Bradford  3Bridlington 1 Ftley 1  strongs and 307 horses 4  Total l7  was madness, and that orders must be enforced at any . cost. " Why compel me," he said, "to add the further indignity of personal violence to the necessity of your being ironed." "I am a prisooer of war," fiercely retorted Davis. " I have been a soldier in the armies of America, and know how to die. Only kill me, and my last breath shall be a blessing on your head. Rut while I have life and strength to resist, for myself and for my people, this thing shall not be done." Hereupon Captain Titlow called in a sergeant and file of soldiers from the next room, and the sergeant advanced to seize the prisoner, Immediately Mr Davis flew on him, seized his musket, and attempted to wrench it from his grasp. Of course such a scene could have but one issue. There was a short passionate scuffle. In a moment Davis was flung upon his bed, and before his tour powerful assailants removed their hands from him, the blacksmith and his assistant had done their work—one securing the rivet 0,1 the right ankle, while the other turned the key in the padlock on the left. Thi• done, Mr Davis lay for a moment as if in stupor. Then slowly raising himself and turning round, he dropped his shackled feet to the floor. The harsh clank of the striking chain seems first to have recalled him to his situation, and, dropping his face into his hands, he burst into a passionate flood of sobbing, rocking to and fro, and muttering at brief intervals, "Oh, the shame, the shame !" It may here be stated—though out of its due order, that we may get rid of an unpleasant subject—that Mr Davis some two months later, when frequent visits had made him more free to converse, gave me a curious explanation of the last feature in this incident. He had been speaking of suicide, and denouncing it as the worst form of cowardice and folly. "Life is not like a commission that we can resign when disgusted with the service. Taking it by your own hand is a confession of judgment to all that your worst enemies can allege It has often Hashed across me as a tempting remedy for neuralgic torture; but, thank God, I never sought my own death but once, and then when completely frenzied, and not master of my actions. When they came to iron me that day, as a last resource of desperation, I seized a soldier's mu-ket and attempted to wrench it from his grasp. hoping that in the scuffle and surprise some of his comrades would shoot or bayonet me."—Prison Life of Jefferson Davis, by Brevet Lieut- Colonel John J. Craven., M.D.