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Civil War Harper's Weekly, February 16, 1861

The February 16, 1861 edition of Harper's Weekly featured a vast array of news on Fort Sumter, and information related to the opening days of the Civil war.  Scroll down to see the entire page, or the newspaper thumbnails below will take you to the specific page of interest.


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[FEBRUARY 16, 1861.


entered he was sweeping the shop, and he had I sweetened his labors by sweeping over me. He was still sweeping when I came out into the shop with Mr. Trabb, and he knocked the broom against all possible corners and obstacles, to ex-press (as I understood it) equality with any blacksmith, alive or dead.

"Hold that noise," said Mr. Trabb, with the greatest sternness, " or I'll knock your head off! Do me the favor to be seated, Sir. Now this," said Mr. Trabb, taking down a roll of cloth, and tiding it out in a flowing manner over the counter, preparatory to getting his hand under it to show the gloss, "is a very sweet article. I can recommend it for your purpose, Sir, because it really is extra super. But you shall see some others. Give me Number Four, you !" (To the boy, and with dreadful severity, foreseeing the danger of that miscreant's brushing me with it, or making some other sign of familiarity.)

Mr. Trabb never removed his stern eye from the boy until he had deposited number four on the counter and was at a safe distance again. Then he commanded him to bring number five and number eight. " And let me have none of your tricks here," said Mr. Trabb, " or you shall repent it, you young scoundrel, the longest day you have to live."

Mr. Trabb then bent over number four, and in a sort of deferential confidence recommended it to me as a light article for summer wear, an article much in vogue among the nobility and gentry, an article that it would ever be an honor to him to reflect upon a distinguished fellow-townsman's (if he might claim me for a fellow-townsman) having worn. " Are you bringing numbers five and eight, you vagabond," said Mr. Trabb to the boy after that ; " or shall I kick you out of the shop and bring them myself?"

I selected the materials for a suit, with the assistance of Mr. Trabb's judgment, and re-entered the parlor to be measured. For, although Mr. Trabb had my measure already, and had previously been quite contented with it, he said apologetically that it " wouldn't do under existing circumstances, Sir—wouldn't do at all." So Mr. Trabb measured and calculated me, in the parlor, as if I were an estate and he the finest species of surveyor, and gave himself such a world of trouble that I felt that no suit of clothes could possibly remunerate him for his pains. When he had at last done, and had appointed to send the articles to Mr. Pumblechook's on the Thursday evening, he said, with his hand upon the parlor lock, " I know, Sir, that London gentlemen can not be expected to patronize local work, as a rule ; but if you would give me a turn now and then in the quality of a townsman, I should greatly esteem it. Good-morning, Sir; much obliged. Door'."

The last word was flung at the boy, who had not the least notion what it meant. But I saw him collapse as his master rubbed me out with his hands, and my first decided experience of the stupendous power of money was, that it had morally laid upon his back Trabb's boy.

After this memorable event, I went to the hatter's, and the bootmaker's, and the hosier's, and felt rather like Mother Hubbard's dog, whose outfit required the services of so many trades. I also went to the coach-office, and took my place for seven o'clock on Saturday morning. It was not necessary to explain every where that I had come into a handsome property ; but whenever I said any thing to that effect, it followed that the officiating tradesman ceased to have his attention diverted through the window by the High Street, and concentrated his mind upon me. When I had ordered every thing I wanted I directed my steps toward Pumblechook's, and as I approached that gentleman's place of business I saw him standing at his door.

He was waiting for me with great impatience. He had been out early with the chaise-cart, and had called at the forge and heard the news. He had prepared a collation for me in the Barnwell parlor, and he too ordered his shopman to " come out of the gangway" as my sacred person passed.

"My dear friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, taking me by both hands, when he and I and the collation were alone, "I give you joy of your good fortune. Well deserved, well deserved!"

This was coming to the point, and I thought it a sensible way of expressing himself.

" To think," said Mr. Pumblechook, after snorting admiration at me for some moments, ' that I should have been the humble instrument of leading up to this, is a proud reward."

I begged Mr. Pumblechook to remember that nothing was to be ever said or hinted on that point.

"My dear young friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, " if you will allow me to call you so—"

I murmured " Certainly ;" and Mr. Pumblechook took me by both hands again, and communicated a movement to his waistcoat that had an emotional appearance, though it was rather low down—" My dear young friend, rely upon my doing my little all in your absence, by keeping the fact before the mind of Joseph. Joseph':" said Mr. Pumblechook, in the way of a compassionate adjuration. " Joseph ! Joseph !" There-upon he shook his head and tapped it, expressing his sense of deficiency in Joseph.

" But my dear young friend," said Mr. Pumblechook, "you must be hungry, you must be exhausted. Be seated. Here is a chicken had round from the Boar, here is a tongue had round from the Boar, here's one or two little things that I hope you may not despise. But do I," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again the moment after he had sat down, " see afore me, him as I ever sported with in his times of happy infancy ? And may I—may I— ?"

This May I meant, might he shake hands ? I consented, and he was fervent, and then sat down again.

" Here is wine, " said Mr. Pumblechook. " Let

us drink, Thanks to Fortune, and may she ever pick out her favorites with equal judgment ! And yet I can not," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again, " see afore me One—and likeways drink to One—without again expressing—May I—may I—?"

I said he might, and he shook hands with me again, and emptied his glass and turned it up-side down. I did the same ; and if I had turned myself upside down before drinking, the wine would not have gone more direct to my head.

Mr. Pumblechook helped me to the liver wing, and to the best slice of tongue (none of those out-of-the-way No Thoroughfares of Pork now), and took, comparatively speaking, no care of himself at all. " Ah ! poultry, poultry ! You little thought," said Mr. Pumblechook, apostrophizing the fowl in the dish, " when you was a young fledgeling, what was in store for you. You little thought you was to be refreshment beneath this humble roof for one as—call it a weakness, if you will," said Mr. Pumblechook, getting up again, "but may I? may I?"

It began to be unnecessary to repeat the form of saying he might, so he did it at once. How he ever did it so often without mortally wounding himself with my knife, I don't know.

" And your sister," he resumed, after a little steady eating, "which had the honor of bringing you up by hand ! It's a sad picter, to reflect that she's no longer equal to fully understanding the honor. May—"

I saw he was about to come at me again, and I stopped him.

" We'll drink her health," said I.

" Ah !" cried Mr. Pumblechook, leaning back in his chair, quite flaccid with admiration, "that's the way you know 'em, Sir !" (I don't know who Sir was, but he certainly was not I, and there was no third person present) ; " that's the way you know the noble minded, Sir ! Ever forgiving and ever affable. It might," said the servile Pumblechook, putting down his untasted glass in a hurry and getting up again, " to a common person, have the appearance of repeating—but may I— ?"

When he had done it he resumed his seat and drank to my sister. "Let us never be blind," said Mr. Pumblechook, " to her faults of temper, but it is to be hoped she meant well."

At about this time I began to observe that he was getting flushed in the face ; as to myself, I felt all face, steeped in wine and smarting.

I mentioned to Mr. Pumblechook that I wished to have my clothes sent to his house, and he was ecstatic on my so distinguishing him. I mentioned my reason for desiring to avoid observation in the village, and he lauded it to the skies. There was nobody but himself, he intimated, worthy of my confidence, and—in short, might he? Then he asked me tenderly if I remembered our boyish games at sums, and how we had gone together to have me bound apprentice, and, in effect, how he had ever been my favorite fancy and my chosen friend ? If I had taken ten times as many glasses of wine as I had, I should have known that he never had stood in that relation toward me, and should in my heart of hearts have repudiated the idea. Yet for all that, I remember feeling convinced that I had been much mistaken in him, and that he was a sensible, practical, good-hearted, prime fellow.

By degrees he fell to reposing such great confidence in me, as to ask my advice in reference to his own affairs. He mentioned that there was an opportunity for a great amalgamation and monopoly of the corn and seed trade on those premises, if enlarged, such as had never occurred before in that, or any other neighbor-hood. What alone was wanting to the realization of a vast fortune he considered to be More Capital. Those were the two little words, more capital. Now it appeared to him (Pumblechook) that if that capital were got into the business through a sleeping partner, Sir : which sleeping partner would have nothing to do but walk in, by self or deputy, whenever he pleased, and ex-amine the books—and walk in twice a year and take his profits away in his pocket, to the tune of fifty per cent.—it appeared to him that that might be an opening for a young gentleman of spirit combined with property, which would be worthy of his attention. But what did I think ? He had great confidence in my opinion, and what did I think ? I gave it as my opinion, "Wait a bit!" The united vastness and distinctness of this view so struck him that he no longer asked if he might shake hands with me, but said he really must—and did.

We drank all the wine, and Mr. Pumblechook pledged himself over and over again to keep Joseph up to the mark (I don't know what mark), and to render me efficient and constant service (I don't know what service). He also made known to me for the first time in my life, and certainly after having kept his secret wonderfully well, that he had always said of me, " That boy is no common boy, and mark me, his fortun' will be no common fortun'," He said with a tearful smile that it was a singular thing to think of now, and I said so too. Finally, I went out into the air with a dim perception that there was something unwonted in the conduct of the sunshine, and found that I had slumberously got to the turnpike without having taken any account of the road.

There I was roused by Mr. Pumblechook's hailing me. He was a long way down the sunny street, and was making expressive gestures for me to stop. I stopped, and he came up breathless.

" No, my dear friend," said he, when he had recovered wind for speech. " Not if I can help it. This occasion shall not entirely pass without that affability on your part.—May I, as an old friend and well-wisher? May I?"

We shook hands for the hundredth time at least, and he ordered a young carter out of my way with the greatest indignation. Then he

blessed me, and stood waving his hand to me until I had passed the crook in the road; and then I turned into a field and had a long nap under a hedge before I pursued my way home.

I had scant luggage to take with me to Lon-don, for little of the little I possessed was adapted to my new station. But I began packing that same afternoon, and wildly packed up things that I knew I should want next morning, in a fiction that there was not a moment to be lost.

So Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday passed, and on Friday morning I went to Mr. Pumblechook's to put on my new clothes and pay my visit to Miss Havisham. Mr. Pumblechook's own room was given up to me to dress in, and was decorated with clean towels expressly for the event. My clothes were rather a disappointment, of course. Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came in fell a trifle short of the wearer's expectation. But after I had had my new suit on some half an hour, and had gone through an immensity of posturing with Mr. Pumblechook's very limited dressing-glass, in the futile endeavor to see my legs, it seemed to fit me better. It being market morning at a neighboring town some ten miles off, Mr. Pumblechook was not at home. I had not told him exactly when I meant to leave, and was not likely to shake hands with him again before departing. This was all as it should be, and I went out in my new array : fearfully ashamed of having to pass the shop-man, and suspicious after all that I was at a personal disadvantage, something like Joe's in his Sunday suit.

I went circuitously to Miss Havisham's by all the back ways, and rang at the bell constrainedly, on account of the stiff long fingers of my gloves. Sarah Pocket came to the gate, and positively reeled back when she saw me so changed; her walnut - shell countenance like-wise turned from brown to green and yellow.

" You?" said she. "You, good gracious? What do you want ?"

" I am going to London, Miss Pocket," said I, " and want to say good-by to Mini Havisham."

I was not expected, for she left me locked in the yard while she went to ask if I were to be admitted. After a very short delay she re-turned and took me up, staring at me all the way.

Miss Havisham was taking exercise in tihe room with the long spread table, leaning on her crutched stick. The room was lighted as o yore, and at the sound of our entrance she stopped and turned. She was then just abreast of the rotted bride-cake.

" Don't go, Sarah," she said. " Well, Pip ?"

"I start for London, Miss Havisham, tomorrow"—I was exceedingly careful what I said—" and I thought you would kindly not mind my taking leave of you."

" This is a gay figure, Pip," said she, making her crutched stick play round me, as if she, the fairy godmother who had changed me, were be-stowing the finishing gift.

"I have come into such good fortune since I saw you last, Miss Havisham," I murmured. " And I am so thankful for it, Miss Havisham !"

Ay, ay !" said she, looking at the discomfited and envious Sarah with manifest delight. "I have seen Mr. Jaggers. I have heard about it, Pip. So you go to-morrow ?"

"Yes, Miss Havisham,"

" And you are adopted by a rich person ?" " Yes, Miss Havisham."

" Not named ?"

" No, Miss Havisham."

And Mr. Jaggers is made your guardian ?" " Yes, Miss Havisham."

She quite gloated on these questions and answers, so keen was her enjoyment of Sarah Pocket's jealous dismay. "Well!" she went on ; " you have a promising career before you. Be good—deserve it—and abide by Mr. Jaggers's instructions." She looked at me, and looked at Sarah, and Sarah's countenance wrung out of her watchful face a cruel smile. " Good-by, Pip !—you will always keep the name of Pip!"

" Yes, Miss Havisham."

" Good-by, Pip!"

She stretched out her hand, and I went down on my knee and put it to my lips. I had not considered how I should take leave of her ; it came naturally to me at the moment to do this. She looked at Sarah Pocket with triumph in her weird eyes, and so I left my fairy godmother, with both her hands on her crutched stick, standing in the midst of the dimly lighted room beside the rotten bride-cake that was hidden in cobwebs.

Sarah Pocket conducted me down as if I were a Ghost who must be seen out. She could not get over my appearance, and was in the last degree confounded. I said, " Good-by, Miss Pocket;" but she merely stared, and did not seem collected enough to know that I had spoken. Clear of the house, I made the best of my way back to Pumblechook's, took off my new clothes, made them into a bundle, and went back home in my older dress, carrying it---to speak the truth, much more at my ease too, though I had the bundle to carry.

And now those six days which were to have run out so slowly, had run out fast and were gone ; and to-morrow looked me in the face more steadily than I could look at it. As the six evenings had dwindled away to five, to four, to three, to two, I had become more and more appreciative of the society of Joe and Biddy. On this last evening I dressed myself out in my new clothes for their delight, and sat in my splendor until bedtime. We had a hot supper on the occasion, graced by the inevitable roast fowl, and some flip to finish with. We were all very low, and none the higher for pretending to be in spirits.

I was to leave our village at five in the morning, carrying my little hand-portmanteau, and I had told Joe that I wished to walk away all alone. I am afraid—I am sore afraid—that this purpose originated in my sense of the contrast there would be between me and Joe if we went to the coach together. I had pretended with myself that there was nothing of this taint in the arrangement ; but when I went up to my little room on this last night I felt compelled to admit that it might be so, and had an impulse upon me to go down again and entreat Joe to walk with me in the morning after all. I did not.

All night there were coaches in my broken sleep, going to wrong places instead of to Lon-don, and having in the traces, now dogs, now cats, now pigs, now men—never horses. Fantastic failures of journeys occupied me until the day dawned and the birds were singing. Then, I got up and partly dressed, and sat at the window to take a last look out, and in taking it fell asleep.

Biddy was astir so early to get my breakfast that, although I did not sleep an hour, I smelled the smoke of the kitchen fire when I started up with a terrible idea that it must be late in the afternoon. But long after that, and long after I had heard the clinking of the tea-cups and was quite ready, I wanted the resolution to go down stairs. After all, I remained up there, trying to cheat myself by repeatedly unlocking and unstrapping my small portmanteau and locking and strapping it up again, until Biddy called to me that I was late.

It was a hurried breakfast with no taste in it. I got up from the meal, saying with a sort of briskness, as if it had only just occurred to me, "Well! I suppose I must be off!" and then I kissed my sister, who was laughing and nodding and shaking in her usual chair, and kissed Biddy, and threw my arms around Joe's neck. Then I took up my little portmanteau and walked out. The last I saw of them was when I presently heard a scuffle behind me, and looking back, saw Joe throwing an old shoe after me and Biddy throwing another old shoe. I stopped then to wave my hat, and dear old Joe waved his strong right arm above his head, crying huskily, " Hooroar !" and Biddy put her apron to her face.

I walked away at a good pace, thinking it was easier to go than I had supposed it would be, and reflecting that it would never have done to have an old shoe thrown after the coach, in sight of all the High Street. I whistled and made nothing of it. But the village was very , peaceful and quiet, and the light mists were ;solemnly rising, as if to show me the world, and I had been so innocent and little there, and all beyond was so unknown and great, that all in a moment with a strong heave and sob I broke into tears. It was by the finger-post at the end of the village, and I laid my hand upon it, and said " Good-by my dear, dear friend !"

Heave,. knows we need never be ashamed of shedding tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried than before—more sorry, more aware of my own in-gratitude, more gentle altogether. If I had cried before, I should have had Joe with me then.

So subdued I was by those tears, and by their breaking out again more than once in the course of the quiet walk, that when I was on the coach, and it was clear of the town, I deliberated with an aching heart whether I would not get down when we changed horses, and walk back, and have another evening at home, and a better parting. We changed, and I had not made up my mind, and still considered for my comfort that it would be quite practicable to get down and walk back, when we changed again. And while I was occupied with these deliberations, I would fancy an exact resemblance to Joe in some man coming along the road toward us, and my heart would beat high. And if he could possibly be there !

We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world was before me.




ON Friday, 1st February, in the Senate, Senator Ten Eyck presented the resolutions of the Legislature of New Jersey in favor of the Crittenden Compromise, but took occasion to dissent from their sentiments. A resolution offered by Senator Trumbull, providing for the appointment of a committee to cooperate with a committee of the House, in counting the Electoral votes for President and Vice-President, was objected to by Senator Bigler and laid over. The President's Message was then taken up for further consideration, and Senator Latham, of California, proceeded to address the Senate. When he had concluded the Tariff Bill was reported from the Select Committee, with amendments; and the Diplomatic, and the Executive and Judicial Appropriation Bills were passed. -In the House, Mr. Sherman, from the Committee of Ways and Means, reported a bill authorizing the President, before 1st of July next, to borrow $25,000,000, should so much be found necessary. Mr. Kellogg, of Illinois, offered a substitute for the report of the Special Committee of Thirty-three. Subsequently the report was considered in Committee of the Whole, and Mr. Hamilton, of Texas, made a strong Union speech. He was followed by Mr. Stokes, of Tennessee, who also made a telling speech for the Union. An evening session was held for general debate.

On Saturday, 2d, in the Senate, a petition from Michigan was presented by Senator Chandler, asking the Congress to adopt coercive measures toward the seceding States. The joint resolution presented on Friday, providing, for the counting of the Electoral votes for President and Vice-President, was passed.-In the House, similar provision was made for counting the Presidential vote. Mr. Sherman called up the bill authorizing the President, before the 1st of July next, to borrow $25,000,000, should so large a sum be necessary to meet the exigencies of the Government, which was passed after considerable opposition. The Chiriqui amendment to the Deficiency Bill was (Continued on Next Page)



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