My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell

William Howard Russell introduced to Abraham Lincoln at the White House.

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March 27th.–This morning, after breakfast, Mr. Sanford called, according to promise, and took me to the State department. It is a very humble–in fact, dingy–mansion, two stories high, and situated at the end of the magnificent line of colonnade in white marble, called the Treasury, which is hereafter to do duty as the head-quarters of [...]

My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell

Arrival in Washington City.–Willard’s Hotel.–Dinner at Mr. Sanford’s.–Meeting Secretary of State Seward.–William Howard Russell’s Diary

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There is no specific entry in the book for March 26th.   However, since there is a clear demarcation of arrival at Washington, the entry for the 25th is split at this point for publication in this blog.—MpG 1/23/2011March 26th.—At six A.M., we were roused up by the arrival of the train at Washington, having [...]

My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell

Literary Breakfast.—“England might dispute the right of the United States Government to blockade the ports of her own States…”.—Departure for Washington City.—William Howard Russell’s diary

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March 25th.–I had an invitation to meet several members of the New York press association at breakfast. Among the company were–Mr. Bayard Taylor, with whose extensive notes of travel his countrymen are familiar – a kind of enlarged Inglis, full of the genial spirit which makes travelling in company so agreeable, but he has come [...]

My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell

… the Government appears to be helplessly drifting with the current of events, having neither bow nor stern, neither keel nor deck, neither rudder, compass, sails, or steam.—William Howard Russell

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March 23rd.–It is announced positively that the authorities in Pensacola and Charleston have refused to allow any further supplies to be sent to Fort Pickens, the United States fleet in the Gulf, and to Fort Sumter. Everywhere the Southern leaders are forcing on a solution with decision and energy, whilst the Government appears to be [...]

My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell

“Be sure you examine the slave-pens. They will be afraid to refuse you, and you can tell the truth.”—William Howard Russell Diary

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March 22d.–A snow-storm worthy of Moscow or Riga flew through New York all day, depositing more food for the mud. I paid a visit to Mr. Horace Greeley, and had a long conversation with him. He expressed great pleasure at the intelligence that I was going to visit the Southern States. “Be sure you examine [...]

My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell

My Diary North and South

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March 20th.–The papers are still full of Sumter and Pickens. The reports that they are or are not to be relieved are stated and contradicted in each paper without any regard to individual consistency. The “Tribune” has an article on my speech at the St. Patrick’s dinner, to which it is pleased to assign reasons [...]

My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell

“If the British or any foreign power were threatening the fort, our Government would find means of relieving it fast enough.”—Diary of William Howard Russell

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March 19. The morning newspapers contain reports of last night’s speeches which are amusing in one respect, at all events, as affording specimens of the different versions which may be given of the same matter. A “citizen” who was kind enough to come in to shave me, paid me some easy compliments, in the manner [...]

My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell

“…the majority of the people of New York, and all the respectable people, were disgusted at the election of such a fellow as Lincoln to be President…—William Howard Russell

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Sunday, 17th March.–The first thing I saw this morning, after a vision of a waiter pretending to brush my clothes with a feeble twitch composed of fine fibre had vanished, was a procession of men, forty or fifty perhaps, preceded by a small band (by no excess of compliment can I say, of music), trudging [...]

My Diary North and South – William Howard Russell