midnight
And is not the whole land like a beggar on horseback riding post to the Davil ? Ha ! here is a murder , too . A woman slain at midnight , by all unknown ruffian , and found cold , stiff , and bloody , in her violated bed ! Let the hue-and-cry follow hard after the man in the uniform of blue and buff who last went by that way . My life on it , he is the blood-stained ravisher ! These deserters whom we see proclaimed in every column , -- proof that the banditti are as false to their Stars and Stripes as to the Holy Red Cross , -- they bring the crimes of a rebel camp into a soil well suited to them ; the bosom of a people , without the heart that kept them virtuous , -- their king !