But Consul Bunch on December 14, 1860, reported a Charleston sentiment very different from that of the Jockey Club in February.

He wrote to Lyons: "The church bells are ringing like mad in celebration of a newly revived festival, called 'Evacuation Day,' being the _nefastus ille dies_ in which the bloody Britishers left Charleston 78 years ago.

It has fallen into utter disuse for about 50 years, but is now suddenly resuscitated apropos _de_ nothing at all." In this same letter Bunch described a Southern patriotic demonstration.
Returning to his home one evening, he met a military company, which from curiosity he followed, and which "drew up in front of the residence of a young lawyer of my friends, after performing in whose honour, through the medium of a very brassy band, a Secession Schottische or Palmetto Polka, it clamorously demanded his presence.

After a very brief interval he appeared, and altho' he is in private life an agreeable and moderately sensible young man, he succeeded, to my mind at any rate, in making most successfully, what Mr.
Anthony Weller calls 'an Egyptian Mummy of his self.' the amount of balderdash and rubbish which he evacuated (_dia stomatos_) about mounting the deadly breach, falling back into the arms of his comrades and going off generally in a blaze of melodramatic fireworks, really made me so unhappy that I lost my night's rest.

So soon as the speech was over the company was invited into the house to 'pour a libation to the holy cause'-- in the vernacular, to take a drink and spit on the floor." Evidently Southern eloquence was not tolerable to the ears of the British consul.