The cotton mills of England were standing idle and the workers were starving, and any blockader who could outwit the Yankee fleet could command his own price in Liverpool.
Whenever he came to town, there was a feminine fluttering. Not only did the romantic aura of the dashing blockader hang about him but there was also the titillating element of the wicked and the forbidden.
I execrate these vampires who are sucking the lifeblood of the men who follow Robert Lee — these men who are making the very name of blockader a stench in the nostrils of all patriotic men.