From The Constitution, Wednesday, September 23, 1863 (volume 26, number 1343)
Washington, Sept. 15.
By the President of the United States :
Whereas the Constitution of the United States has ordained that the privilege of the writ of habeas corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in cases of rebellion or invasion the public safety may require it ; and whereas a rebellion was existing on the 3d day of March, 1863, which rebellion is still existing ; and whereas by a statute was approved on that day, it was enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States in Congress assembled, that during the present insurrection the President of the United States, whenever in his judgment the public safety may require, is authorized to suspend the privileges of the writ of habeas corpus in any case throughout the United States or any part thereof ; and whereas, in the judgement of the President, the public safety does require that the privilege of the said writ shall now be suspended throughout the United States in cases where by the authority of the President of the United States military, naval and civil officers of the United States, or any of them hold persons under their command or in their custody, either as prisoners of war, spies, or aiders or abettors of the enemy, or officers, soldiers or seamen enrolled, drafted, or mustered or enlisted, or belonging to land or naval forces of the United States, or as deserters therefrom, of otherwise amenable to military law, or rules or articles of war prescribed for military or naval services, by the authority of the President of the United States, or for resisting a draft, or for any other offence against military or naval service.
Now, therefore, I, Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, do hereby proclaim and make known to all whom it may concern, that the privilege of the writ of habeas corpus is suspended throughout the United States in the several cases before mentioned, and that this suspension will continue throughout the duration of said rebellion, or until this proclamation shall by a subsequent one to be issued by the President of the United States be modified and revoked, and I do hereby require all magistrates, attorneys, and other civil officers within the United States, and all officers and others in military and naval services of the United States, to take distinct notice of this suspension, and give it full effect, and all citizens of the United States to conduct and govern themselves accordingly, and in conformity with the Constitution of the United States and the laws of Congress in such cases made and provided.
In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed this fifteenth day of September in the year of our Lord one thousand, eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the independence of the United States of America the eighty-eighth.
(Signed) ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
By the President :
William H. Seward, Secretary of State.
A despatch from ten miles north of Lafayette, headquarters, in the field, dated the 16th says that when the rebels left Chattanooga, they fell back to Lafayette and took possession of the gaps of Pigeon mountain directly in front of Thomas’ division.
It is now reported by deserters that they number 65,000 men, being stronger than at Murfreesboro. Rosecrans has concentrated his forces and the two stand opposed to each other, in the shape of a crescent formed by Pigeon mountains, of which they hold the gaps, they having the interior and we the exterior line.
A despatch from Chattanooga, headquarters in the field, the 17th, says all is quiet, no attack, but constant skirmishing. Longstreet is reported at Resaca with 20,000 men.
A dispatch form headquarters of the army, Sept. 18th, says the enemy does not seem inclined to attack, but is constantly increasing in force ; that Longstreet passed through Augusta the 10th and 11th, by rail to Resaca, and his advance has reached Lafayette.
The rebels have been moving through the Gap of the Pigeon Mountain, and forming line on this side, as if to attack.
Rosecrans has assumed a strong defensive position on the Chickamauga Creek, covering Chattanooga.
The rumors at Louisville of disaster to Rosecrans are supposed to arise from the fact that on Sunday last a rebel force 16,000 strong attacked Gen. Negley’s brigade, 5,300 strong, at Bird’s Gap, and drove them back three and a half miles. Negley recovered the ground next morning with a loss of 35 killed, wounded and missing.
We have interesting news from Meade’s army on the Rapidan, by letter dated the 15th.
In the advance the Conn. squadron of the Harris Light cavalry has figured conspicuously, Co. D in supporting a battery and Co. C in capturing the guns. The Michigan boys have also gained new laurels.
Our losses have not been heavy so far, charges being few and sabre cuts rare. The short that wounded Gen. Custer in the leg, killed his horse under him.
Confronting our cavalry on the Rapidan, the rebels have some heavy guns and rifle pits, and signal stations in sight. They shell at us occasionally.
The steamer McClellan, from Morris Island the morning of the 16th, has arrived.
Gillmore is mounting heavy guns at Cummings Point to shell Charleston.
The rebel fire from James Island, was continuous but not very effective. Sumpter still held by the rebels. The McClellan brings one hundred rebel prisoners taken at Fort Wagner.
The Washington Republican of Monday, says the enemy attacked Rosecrans on Sunday morning at 9 o’clock with overwhelming numbers. The battle raged fiercely all day. According to the latest accounts received here up to 2 o’clock Monday afternoon, which left Chattanooga at 8 o’clock Sunday evening, two, and only two of Gen. Rosecrans’ divisions gave way, in utter panic and confusion. But from 8,000 to 10,000 of these had been rallied and got back to their places, while the remainder of the army had not given away or retreated, and at the latest moment was driving the advance of the rebel army back. This was the latest news in Washington. The number killed and wounded on both sides will probably not fall short of 30,000.
The Texas Expedition.
Correspondence from New Orleans gives some information concerning a great military and naval expedition, the destination of which was generally believed to be the state of Texas and the line of the Rio Grande.
Since the commencement of this war, no operations of magnitude have been undertaken against the rebellion in the important State of Texas. The largest body of men we have ever had there was the small force on Galveston Island, which was captured by the rebels under Magruder, nearly a year ago. There have been trifling affairs also at Sabine City and other points on the coast, and even now, we have a score of California volunteers, under General Carleton, occupying one or two of the posts far up on the Rio Grande. Besides this we have kept up a pretty strict blockade of the Texas coast, and this is the sum total of our operations in Texas. The blockade has been nullified in a measure by the facilities afforded for the introduction of good by way of Matomoras and Brownsville, which it has been found impossible, as yet to prevent.
It is not, however, beyond doubt that the expedition is intended for Texas ; but if it is it could not find a more inviting or promising field anywhere in the Southwest.
The rebels at Charleston have recently taken to firing large slabs of iron, two feet in length, bound together. They are intended expressly for the Monitors.
A quiet individual lately being asked what he would drink, replied, “A Vicksburgh punch, with a little Meade in it.” Of course the request was Grant-ed. He wanted one Gill more but could not get it; that was reserved for Beauregard, who is much troubled with “Quincy.”
A lad only twelve years old was brought into the Hartford city prison, the other night, raving under an attack of delirium tremens.
At a borough meeting in Litchfield the other day, $10 was appropriated “in aid of the town pump.” There was some spurting over the appropriation, and it is feared that the opponents of the measure will make a handle of it at the Spring election. …
The Richmond Whig has an editorial under the head of “better die than be conquered,” which reveals the consciousness that, with all their boastings, the rebels feel their cause lost. The Whig threatens that, in the last resort, the rebels will “take to the woods and the wilderness like savages, and there fight against hunger and cold” as long as they may be able. Perhaps they will consent to die in the last ditch. …
Cor. Of the Constitution.
Head Quarters, Dep. Gulf,
New Orleans, Sept. 10, 1863.
Mr. Newton : Dear Sir—For the information and gratification of the good people of Middletown, I would say that the 25th [that is, the 24th—P.T.] Connecticut is now in this city, but calculate to embark in the morning (11th) and start for home via Cairo, Ill. The length of time required to reach home by this rout varies from 12 to 20 days; but I think by the 25th, we shall be very near the old place, if not there.
Col. Mansfield is looking finely, and I presume all the others are, although I have not seen them, they having arrived last night.
Hoping to see all of the old friends soon, I say good bye. Remaining as ever,
Yours truly, George N. Moses.
[P. S. Since putting the foregoing in type we have received a letter of a later date, Sept. 12th, from Mr. Moses. He says : ]
Since writing my last, day before yesterday, “a change has come over the spirit of our dreams.” To-day the story runs that we are now going by sea via New York, on the steamer “Continental.” If this rout is taken we shall be home much sooner than by Cairo. Our time of starting is still uncertain. It may be to-morrow and it may not be for a week. The boys are very impatient at the delay, and they have good cause to growl. I’ll not prophecy our time of arrival in Middletown again. When we get there we shall be apt to let you all know it.
For the Constitution.
The Copperhead Clam Bake.
Pursuant to the invitation of Ex-Collector A. G. Lucas, the unterrified assembled at Belden’s Dock, for a free sail to Dunham’s Grove to attend the “Clam Bake.” Three scows capable of holding each perhaps 250 persons, were moored along side of the dock, and were soon filled with men, women, and children, the latter predominating.
About 10 o’clock an immense procession of the democracy marched down Main to College street, down College street to the dock. Messrs. C. C. Hubbard, J. C. Cook, and a Mr. Ford headed the crowd. Colt’s Band came next, and five of our adopted citizens brought up the rear.
About 1/4 past 10 o’clock the signal was given, the “Tug” took the scow in tow, and the party went down to the grove. Here the debarkation was successfully accomplished, and a rush made for the grounds.
About 12 o’clock a carriage drove on to the ground, and Messrs. Gallagher, Eaton, and Seymour, (the speakers) alighted. Jim soon mounted the stand, and commenced with his usual blarney to soft soap the ladies. He spoke his piece and subsided. William then commenced his “entertainment.” Those who expected to see the bold, defiant, racy, witty Eaton of old, were sadly disappointed. His speech was tame and uninteresting. He told his auditors he regretted the suspension of the writ of habeas corpus ; (we do not doubt it.) He said the Provost Marshals were the judges now, and if one of them put his hand on their shoulder they must go, for there were no courts in the state that could help them. Mr. Eaton was broken off in his speech by the call for dinner, a call more potent to the hungry mass then ten thousand speeches.
After the dinner, which by the way was said to be good as far as it went, but was but a drop in the bucket to meet the wants of the people. Copperhead Cook announced in his melodious voice that Mr. Eaton would finish his entertainment, which he did.
Seymour, familiarly called Tom by the people, was then introduced. Nine cheers were called for and given after a great deal of effort. The “gallant” Tom was sour and misanthropic. He was evidently a disappointed man, and vented his spleen upon the President and his advisors with all the might he was capable of. He created no enthusiasm, and the masses were sadly disappointed in him.
Decidedly the great speech of the day, was that of J. C. Cook. Holding on to a post he said : Ladies and Gentlemen, I am sorry you did not have enough clams to eat today.—Fact is we didn’t know there was so many “dimacrats” in Middlesex County. The next time we have a clam bake, you shall have a quart of clams apiece. He told them to be on hand the first Monday of October, and carry the election, which he knew they could do. After this effort he subsided. We can only give his words. His voice and manner must be seen to be appreciated.
The greatest crowd gathered about the clam pit ; twenty-five bushels of clams were roasted ; not enough to give one a piece to the crowd. Such pushing, yelling, scrambling and digging over the hot, steaming mass, has no parallel, even in the annals of democratic rowdyism. No respect was paid to age or sex ; all wanted clams and clamored for more, until the clamor made the valley hideous with clamorous sounds. With this exception the assemblage was quiet and orderly. No ardent was furnished to the faithful, it was only in private, and carefully distributed.
About 2,500 persons men, women, and children were there. Big Gun Johnson, of Middle Haddam, the man who was going to New York to assist the rioters, and who sent word by Gov. Seymour to tell them if they wanted any help to resist the draft, he would come, and who swag[g]ered about the Middle Haddam dock with a revolver in his pocket, threatening to shoot any d-m-d United States officer who should attempt to arrest him, was there in all his self-conceit and brass headedness. About five hundred came up with him, mostly women and children, headed by a drum band. Some 200 vehicles of all descriptions were on the ground.
The meeting was a success only in numbers, the rest was dull and spiritless. It broke up about 1/2 past 4 P. M., and the Tug, with scows in tow, left at Belden’s dock probably the driest, hungriest crowd ever landed at Middletown. The separation and dispersion was instantaneous. The women and children going to their homes to make a raid on the pantry, and the men to the restaurants to satisfy their thirsty, hungry stomachs.
Many of the copperhead party who make pretention to respectability kept aloof from it, refusing to participate in its proceedings on account of the Floyd-like character of its getting up, and many were the curses loud and deep upon the “miserable fellow” who is now the leader of the once proud democratic party.
Thus ended the great Clam Bake. It was got up to influence the October elections in the 18th district, but has signally failed to benefit the party. They are welcome to all they made out of it.
The ex-officials residing in this town including those who have held high offices and low, getting rather hungry, after having been so many years kept away from the public crib, resolved to do something desperate; and yet ever mindful of their constitutions, determined to feast their empty stomachs primus on clams. So they appointed Albert who had most recently run his fists into the public pocket, to prepare the feast, only stipulating that he should pay the bills from his commissions &c. obtained in the collection of the town taxes two years ago. Accordingly Albert issued his ukase commanding the male copperheads, the female copperheads and the wee bits of copper of the true metal, one and all, to assemble at Dunham’s Grove on the anniversary day of our broken and shattered Constitution, there to eat clams and mend that Constitution, almost destroyed by the “vandal hordes of Lincoln” in their mad desire to prevent them from assisting their old friend and ally Jeff.
In order the more effectually to accomplish this latter purpose they invited Mr. Tousey who so magnanimously assisted Jeff something more than two years ago, by sending our ships of war to distant parts of the world—the great little Seymour, Eaton whose dead body has been so often stretched out between Massachusetts and the South, to prevent soldiers from going to the latter place to subjugate his friends, and Kill-em-damn-em whose pantomimes are essential to fill out any gathering of the unterrified and unwashed.
On the day appointed a goodly number of all ages and sex, and of every nationality assembled ; they say to the number of five thousand, but a gentleman present suggests that that count must have been made after our old friend Charles —— had his whiskey stolen from his wagon (Charles you mus’nt put whiskey in your wagon when you go to a democratic clam bake again.)
The grave and dignified Tousey came not ; but Seymour, Eaton and Gallagher were on hand. Albert had furnished just three barrels of clams for the occasion. Albert could furnish no more for his funds were out. Our friend J. E. L. always noted for his mathematical exactness determined to know the relation of the clams to the hungry crowd present, and by actual count ascertained that there were nine hundred and nine clams beside three poor ones which some vile abolitionist had undoubtedly thrown in. Whereupon the chief Cook announced that in order to give all a taste of the feast, it was ordained that in the first beat round, no one should take more than a single clam, and then all might sail in for what was left. When all had been thus helped it was found that there were just ten clams left including the three poor ones just mentioned. And now the fun commenced ; at the word, all started for the ten clams, some on two feet and some on all fours, men howling, women screaming, and children crying all in beautiful democratic confusion. Greek met Greek over a clam, and each with visor down prepared to assert his right to the aforesaid clam. The scene beggars description, and we gracefully retire from the attempt. After order was restored, Eaton, Seymour and Gallagher made their speeches. They were tame, very tame in comparison with their usual efforts. They evidently were disheartened at the glorious victories of Meade, Grant, Rosecrans and Gillmore. The crowd dispersed at an early hour and returned to their homes, some clamorous for peace and some clamorous for war. Thus came and went the great clam bake of the Young Men’s Democratic Association.
It is due to history, perhaps, to say that business engagements prevented us from being present, and the unwillingness of our Democratic friends to say much about it, may have led us into some inaccuracies in the details of this statement.
The Weather.—Last week we experienced uncertain weather. There was a sudden change in temperature after Friday ; that day was very warm and rainy. A storm of four days prevailed commencing Thursday. The last three days have had a touch of winter. The average temperature of the week is fifty-six degrees.
The Gale.—During the gale of the 18th inst., a large elm tree in front of the residence of Charles R. Alsop, Washington street, was blown down.
The schooner E. H. Hubbard, dragged her anchor near the creek, and was not brought to, until near the meadow bridge, Cromwell.
E. H. Dunham will give an exhibition of laughing gas at McDonough Hall this, Tuesday, evening. He will extract teeth if requested, while the person is under the influence of gas. Admission 15 cents.
The workmen in the machine department of the Savage Fire Arms Co. in Mill street, together with the hands employed by Wm. Stroud, presented their foreman, Mr. E. G. Parthurst, on Thursday last, with a handsome set of drafting instruments valued at $70. Richard V. Singleton made a neat little speech on the occasion. The whole thing was quite a surprise to the recipient, who is worthy of the gift, and the esteem in which he is held by his friends.
Miss Levina Edwards, at Eatontown, N. J., had her steel hoops struck by lightning last Sunday. The flash ran around her hoops, and injured her very much. Her physician will not allow any one except her own immediate attendants to be with her, and he expresses a fear that her brain is injured.