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world, as those who sail with the
tide of a river, hasten to take the middle of the stream, as those who sail
against the tide are found clinging to the shore. I returned to my habitual
duties and avocations with renewed energy ; I did not suffer my thoughts to
dwell on the dreary wonders that had haunted me from the evening I first met Sir
Philip Derval to the morning in which I had quitted the house of his heir ;
whether realities or hallucinations, no guess of mine could unravel such
marvels, and no prudence of mine guard me against their repetition. But I had no
fear that they would be repeated, any more than the man who has gone through
ship-wreck, or the hair-breadth escape from a fall down a glacier, fears again
to be found in a similar peril. Margrave had departed, whither I knew not, and,
with his departure, ceased all sense of his influence. A certain calm within me,
a tranquillizing feeling of relief, seemed to me like a pledge of permanent
But that which did accompany and
haunt me through all my occupations and pursuits, was the melancholy remembrance
of the love I had lost in Lilian. I heard from Mrs. Ashleigh, who still
frequently visited me, that her daughter seemed much in the same quiet state of
mind—perfectly reconciled to our separation—seldom mentioning my name—if
mentioning it, with indifference; the only thing remarkable in her state was her
aversion to all society, and a kind of lethargy that would come over her often
in the day. She would suddenly fall into sleep, and so remain for hours, but a
sleep that seemed very serene and tranquil, and from which she woke of herself.
She kept much within her own room, and always retired to it when visitors were
Mrs. Ashleigh began reluctantly
to relinquish the persuasion she had so long and so obstinately maintained that
this state of feeling toward myself—and, indeed, this general change in Lilian—was
but temporary and abnormal ; she began to allow that it was best to drop all
thoughts of a renewed engagement—a future union. I proposed to see Lilian in her
presence and in my professional capacity ; perhaps some physical cause,
especially for this lethargy, might be detected and removed. Mrs. Ashleigh owned
to me that the idea had occurred to herself; she had sounded Lilian upon it ;
but her daughter had so resolutely opposed it; had said with so quiet a firmness
"that all being over between us, a visit from me would be unwelcome and painful
;" that Mrs. Ashleigh felt that an interview thus deprecated would only confirm
estrangement. One day, in calling, she asked my advice whether it would not be
better to try the effect of change of air and scene, and, in some other place,
some other medical opinion might be taken ? I approved of this suggestion with
" And," said Mrs. Ashleigh,
shedding tears, "if that experiment prove unsuccessful, I will write and let you
know ; and we must then consider what to say to the world as a reason why the
marriage is broken off. I can render this more easy by staying away. I will not
return to L- till the matter has ceased to be the topic of talk, and at a
distance any excuse will be less questioned and seem more natural. But
still—still—let us hope still."
Have you one ground for hope ?"
"Perhaps so; but you will think it very frail and fallacious."
" Name it, and let me judge."
" One night—in which you were on
a visit to Derval Court—"
" Ay, that night."
"Lilian woke me by a loud cry
(she sleeps in the next room to me, and the door was left open) ; I hastened to
her bedside in alarm ; she was asleep, but appeared extremely agitated and
convulsed. She kept calling on your name in a tone of passionate fondness, but
as if in great terror. She cried, 'Do not go, Allen ! do not go ! you know not
what you brave ! what you do !' Then she rose in her bed, clasping her hands.
Her face was set and rigid : I tried to awake her, but could not. After a little
time she breathed a deep sigh, and murmured, 'Allen, Allen ! dear love ! did you
not hear—did you not see me ? What could thus baffle matter and traverse space
but love and soul ? Can you still doubt me, Allen? Doubt that I love you, now,
shall love you evermore ? Yonder, yonder, as here below ?' She then sank back on
her pillow, weeping, and then I woke her."
" And what did she say on waking
" She did not remember what she
had dreamed, except that she had passed through some great terror—but added,
with a vague smile, 'It is over, and I feel happy now.' Then she turned round
and fell asleep again, but quietly as a child, the tears dried, the smile
"Go, my dear friend, go ; take
Lilian away from this place as soon as you can ; divert her mind with fresh
scenes. I hope ! I do hope! Let me know where you fix yourself. I will seize a
holiday—I need one; I will arrange as to my patients—I will cone to the same
place; she need not know of it—but I must be by to watch, to hear your news of
her. Heaven bless you for what you have said ! I hope!! I do hope!"
SOME days after I received a few
lines from Mrs. Ashleigh. Her arrangements for departure were made. They were to
start the next morning. She had fixed on going into the north of Devonshire, and
staying some weeks either at Ilfracombe or Lynton, whichever place Lilian
preferred. She would write as soon as they were settled.
I was up at my usual early hour
the next morning. I resolved to go out toward Mrs. Ashleigh's house, and watch,
I might, perhaps, catch a glimpse
of Lilian as the carriage that would convey her to the railway passed my
I was looking impatiently at the
clock ; it was yet two hours before the train by which Mrs. Ashleigh proposed to
leave. A loud ring at my bell! I opened the door. Mrs. Ashleigh rushed in,
falling on my breast.
"Heavens ! What has happened ?"
"She has left—she is gone—gone
away! Oh, Allen ! how?—whither? Advise me. What is to be done ?"
"Come in—compose yourself—tell me
all—clearly, quickly. Lilian gone ? — gone away ? impossible ! She must be hid
somewhere in the house—the garden ; she, perhaps, did not like the journey. She
may have crept away to some young friend's house. But I talk when you should
talk : tell me all."
Little enough to tell ! Lilian
had seemed unusually cheerful the night before, and pleased at the thought of
the excursion. Mother and daughter retired to rest early: Mrs. Ashleigh saw
Lilian sleeping quietly before she herself went to bed. She woke betimes in the
morning, dressed herself, went into the next room to call Lilian-Lilian was not
there. No suspicion of flight occurred to her. Perhaps her daughter might be up
already, and gone down stairs, remembering something she might wish to pack and
take with her on the journey. Mrs. Ashleigh was confirmed in this idea when she
noticed that her own room door was left open. She went down stairs, met a
maid-servant in the hall, who told her, with alarm and surprise, that both the
street and garden doors were found unclosed. No one had seen Lilian. Mrs.
Ashleigh now became seriously uneasy. On remounting to her daughter's room, she
missed Lilian's bonnet and mantle. The house, and garden were both searched in
vain. There could be no doubt that Lilian had gone—must have stolen noiselessly
at night through her mother's room, and let herself out of the house and through
"Do you think she could have
received any letter, any message, any visitor unknown to you ?"
"I can not think it. Why do you
ask? Oh, Allen, you do not believe there is any accomplice in this disappearance
! No, you do not believe it. But my child's honor ! What will the world think?"
Not for the world cared I at that
moment. I could think only of Lilian, and without one suspicion that imputed
blame to her.
"Be quiet, be silent ; perhaps
she has gone on some visit, and will return. Meanwhile, leave inquiry to me."
YOU placed this ring on my
My Willie warm and true,
And bade me take it off when I
Loved some one more than you.
You went to fight for native
My Willie strong and brave,
And when you went away I said
I'd love you to the grave.
Low on my dying bed, Willie,
I'm lying in this hour,
But the ring is on my finger
And I love you more and more.
I'm wasted to a shade, Willie,
My voice comes faint and low,
But my heart is strong with love
And the ring shall never go.
My hand is thin and white,
My finger is too small;
And last night, as I slept, the
Slipped off-I heard it fall.
No one was nigh me then, Willie,
To give it me again,
And I crept down and got it,
I thrilled with fearful pain.
And now I'm dying. No one knows
What rashness I have done;
I'll never tell them what I did;
They'll wonder when I'm gone.
Good-by, a last good-by, Willie,
My voice comes faint and low;
But I keep my thin hand tightly
The ring shall never go !
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, November,
we publish a picture representing the FLEET OF
which have been built for the descent of
the Mississippi. Our artist, Mr. Simplot,
writes us as follows :
"ST. LOUIS, December 11, 1861.
"Inclosed I send you a sketch of
the Mortar-Boats intended for service in the military expedition down the
Mississippi. They are thirty-eight in number, and are now lying complete—with
the exception of their necessary armament—near this city, I understand, however,
that they will be towed down immediately to Cairo, and there equipped. Each boat
is to carry a heavy mortar, and will be also used for conveying the troops on
THE GREAT FAIR AT NEW YORK.
WE devote pages 824 and 825 to
illustrations of THE GREAT FAIR which opened on Friday, December 13, at the New
York Assembly Rooms. This fair was got up by the LADIES OF NEW YORK, without
distinction of sect, for the relief of the poor, especially that part of them
left destitute by the war. It proved a complete success. The array of beauty and
fashion which gathered round the tables has never been surpassed, and the
proceeds will prove a handsome fund for the object proposed by the managers. The
rooms were placed at the disposal of the Ladies' Aid Association by
A. T. STEWART, Esq.
THE EXECUTION OF JOHNSON.
page 828 we illustrate the
military execution of Johnson, who was shot at Washington for desertion on 13th.
The culprit's crime is clearly described in the following extract from his
I had not the slightest intention
of deserting up to a few minutes before I started in the direction of the
enemy's lines. The way I came to leave our army was this: I was on the outposts,
and after dinner, when out watering my horse, I thought I would go to the first
house on the Braddock road and get a drink of milk. When I rode up to the house
I saw a man and a boy. I asked the man for some milk and he said he had none,
and to my inquiry as to where I could get some, he said he did not know, except
I should go some distance further on. I said I thought it would be dangerous to
go far, and he remarked that none of the rebels had been seen in that vicinity
for some time. It was then that I conceived the idea of deserting. I thought I
could ride right up to the rebel pickets and inside the enemy's line, go and see
my mother in
New Orleans, stay for a few weeks in the South, and then be able to
get back to our regiment again, perhaps with some valuable information. I never
had any idea of going over to the rebels, and as it is I would rather be hung on
a tree than go and join the rebel army. I don't see what under heaven put it
into my head to go away. I acted from the impulse of the moment. When the man at
the house said none of the enemy had been seen lately in that vicinity I asked
where it was that the five rebels I had heard of had been seen some time ago,
and he said it was at the round house on the left-hand side of the road. I asked
him where the road led to. He said to
Centreville, and so I went that way.
Riding along on the Braddock road, some miles beyond our pickets, I suddenly
came across Colonel Taylor, of the Third New Jersey regiment, with his scouting
party. I thought they were the rebels, but at first was so scared that I did not
know what to say. However, I asked him who they were, and he said they were the
enemy. Said I to him, "I'm all right, then." "Why so?" said he. "Because we are
all friends," said I; "I am rebel too—I want to go down to New Orleans to see my
mother." Then he asked me how our pickets were stationed. I told him two of our
companies which had been out went in that day toward the camps. He asked if I
thought he could capture any of them, and I told him I did not think he could.
He asked why, and I replied that there were a number of mounted riflemen around.
The head scout asked me what kind of arms the
Lincoln men received, and at the
same time said, "Let me see your pistol." I handed him my revolver. Colonel
Taylor took it, and cocking it, said to me, "Dismount, or I will blow your
brains out!" I was so much frightened I thought my brains had been blown out
already. 1 dismounted, delivered up my belt and sabre, while at the same time
they searched my pockets, but there was nothing in them except a piece of an old
New York Ledger, I believe. Then he tied my hands behind me, and sent me back to
camp in charge of three men, besides another who took my horse.
He was duly tried by
court-martial and found guilty. The sentence having been approved, it was
ordered that it be carried into effect on 13th. The following extracts from the
Herald report complete the melancholy history :
The spot chosen for the
impressive scene was a spacious field near the Fairfax Seminary, a short
distance from the camp ground of the division. The troops fell into line,
forming three sides of a square, in the order designated in the programme,
precisely at three o'clock P.M.
In the mean time the funeral
procession was formed at the quarters of Captain Boyd, Provost Marshal of the
Alexandria division, near the head-quarters of General Franklin. Shortly after
three o'clock it reached the fatal field.
The Provost Marshal, mounted and
wearing a crimson scarf across his breast, led the mournful cortege. He was
immediately followed by the buglers of the regiment, four abreast, dismounted.
Then came the twelve men—one from each company in the regiment, selected by
ballot—who constituted the firing party. The arms—Sharp's breech-loading
rifle—had been previously loaded under the direction of the Marshal. One was
loaded with a blank cartridge, according to the usual custom, so that neither of
the men could positively state that the shot from his rifle killed the
unfortunate man. The coffin, which was of pine wood stained, and without any
inscription, came next, in a one-horse wagon. Immediately behind followed the
unfortunate man, in an open wagon. About five feet six inches in height, with
light hair and whiskers, his eyebrows joining each other, Johnson presented a
most forlorn spectacle. He was dressed in cavalry uniform, with the regulation
overcoat and black gloves. He was supported by Father M'Atee, who was in
constant conversation with him, while Farther Willett rode behind on horseback.
The rear was brought up by Company C of the Lincoln Cavalry, forming the escort.
Arriving on the ground at half
past three o'clock, the musicians and the escort took a position a little to the
left, while the criminal descended from the wagon. The coffin was placed on the
ground, and he took his place beside it. The firing party was marched up to
within six paces of the prisoner, who stood between the clergymen. The final
order of execution was then read to the condemned.
While the order was being read
Johnson stood with his hat on, his head a little inclined to the left, and his
eyes fixed in a steady gaze on the ground. Near the close of the reading one of
his spiritual attendants whispered something in his ear. Johnson had expressed a
desire to say a few final words before he should leave this world to appear
before his Maker. He was conducted close to the firing party, and in an almost
inaudible voice spoke as follows: "Boys,—I ask forgiveness from Almighty God and
from my fellow-men for what I have done. I did not know what I was doing. May
God forgive me, and may the Almighty keep all of you from all such sin!"
He was then placed beside the
coffin again. The troops were witnessing the whole of these proceedings with the
intensest interest. Then the Marshal and the chaplains began to prepare the
culprit for his death. He was too weak to stand. He sat down on the foot of the
coffin. Captain Boyd then bandaged his eyes with a white handkerchief. A few
minutes of painful suspense intervened while the Catholic clergymen were having
their final interview with the unfortunate man. All being ready the Marshal
waved his handkerchief as the signal, and the firing party discharged the
volley. Johnson did not move, remaining in a sitting posture for several seconds
after the rifles were discharged. Then he quivered a little, and fell over
beside his coffin. He was still alive, however, and the four reserves were
called to complete the work. It was found that two of the firing party, Germans,
had not discharged their pieces, and they were immediately put in irons. Johnson
was shot several times in the heart by the first volley. Each of the four shots
fired by the reserves took effect in his head, and he died instantly. One
penetrated his chin, another his left cheek, while two entered the brain just
above the left eyebrow. He died at precisely a quarter to four o'clock.
The troops then all marched
round, and each man looked
on the bloody corpse of his late
comrade, who had proved a traitor to his country.
WE publish on
page 829 a view of
FORT PULASKI, in the
Savannah River, commanding the approach to Savannah. Our
picture is from a sketch by an artist with our fleet. The following account of
the Fort, from the Herald correspondent, will be read with interest:
En passant of
Fort Pulaski. I am
informed by one who has lately visited that fort that it has undergone but few
changes. The magazine has been protected by a large sand-bag traverse, built,
however, in such a manner as to allow of a possible explosion, for often a shell
will cross and roll for some distance before exploding. Now such a shell might,
and in all probability would, in the event of an attack, roll into this space;
exploding here, the chances would be ten to one that the magazine exploded. The
large guns of the armament are all mounted en barbette. These consist of some
twelve Columbiads, most of which are of eight-inch calibre, and are all named
after prominent rebels. The gun-carriages are all of pine, which, in event of a
bombardment, might splinter rather more than would the solid oak of which we of
the North make the firm carriage of the heavy guns. The casemate guns are not in
calibre more than thirty-twos, and these mostly mounted upon cast-iron
carriages—which carriage is, I am told, a most unserviceable one ; for a shot or
fragment of a shell that would, at the most, wound the woolen carriage, breaks
in pieces and renders utterly useless the iron. The officer's quarters are in
the western portion of the work, or that of the land approach, and are pierced
for musketry. There are at the present time at the fort some eight hundred or a
thousand men, with quite a large quantity of stores.
THE FIGHT AT FORT PICKENS.
page 820 and part of
page 821 to illustrations of the recent
FIGHT AT FORT PICKENS. Our artist writes
us as follows :
CAMP BROWN, Nov. 24, 1861.
The bombardment was commenced on
our side November 22, 9 1/2 A.M., having about half an hour's start of the
rebels. Since then the firing continued. The first day a heavy rain put a stop
to the firing. The first day we had one man killed and one wounded. The killed
man was a member of the Zouave Regiment. Good shots were fired on both sides,
but little harm was done to
Fort Pickens, while Fort McRae suffered very much.
United States frigate Niagara and the Richmond
took part in the bombardment with good result. The second day Fort Pickens
commenced firing again at half past 10 o'clock A.M., and was answered promptly
by the rebels. I think about 2500 guns have been fired in two days. At 3 o'clock
P.M. on the 23d November Warrington was set on fire by our guns, amid the fire
destroyed already nearly all of that place and the greater part of the
Navy-yard. It must not be forgotten that the steamer Time was disabled the first
shot fired. She was towed out of the Navy-yard at night. The rebels did not fire
as much the second day. Perhaps they are short of ammunition. I hope you will
publish all these sketches
relating to the bombardment. There is no one on the island at present sketching
for any papers but myself, and they are therefore alone original sketches. Two
Wilson's Zouaves have the charge of batteries near the fort; two
more companies of the same regiment assist in the fort, carrying shells, powder,
etc., doing guard-duty in the fort; and the rest lie in the trenches to repel a
night attack. The heaviest guns of the rebels are near the light-house, and
their best mortars on both sides of the hospital. The water Battery, below fort M'Rae, is proving itself a bad customer, and is to be feared more than Fort
M'Rae. Our ranges are now splendid, and it gives one great satisfaction to
witness this great trial of our artillery.
CAMP BROWN, Nov. 24, 1861.
It being to-day Sunday, Colonel
Brown gave orders not to commence firing unless the rebels commence the fire on
us. I went to-day all over the fort; saw the damage done, which is not very
considerable, considering the heavy firing. I send you a sketch of one of the
rows of guns on top of Fort Pickens. I selected that particular sketch to show
one of the disabled guns. It burst, through the excessive firing, the second day
of the bombardment. Through a telescope; on Fort Pickens I saw that the rebel
side suffered very much. I suppose we commence again to-morrow. I also send you
the North Gate to Fort Pickens, facing Fort Barancas. No serious dosage is done
there, though the exterior is much defaced. No breach is any where in the fort.
The correspondent of the Times
FORT PICKENS, Monday, November
25, 1861. The long agony is, I hope, over, and well over. We have had as much
success as I could reasonably hope for, and with much less loss and damage than
I could have expected. We were under a continuous and heavy fire from the forts
and batteries of the enemy, fourteen or fifteen in number, for two days, with a
loss of only one private killed, and one sergeant, one corporal, and four
privates wounded, and, which is singular, but one unit was hurt on the ramparts,
the most exposed place.
You can have some idea of the
amount of fire we gave and received when I tell you that we consumed fifty-
thousand pounds of powder, and that three guns were fired every minute for two
days. The avalanche of shot and shell was terrible, but our soldiers did their
Union soldiers fighting for their country should, and most ably did
officers and men perform their whole duty.
navy, unfortunately, could
not give us the assistance we expected, in consequence of drawing too much
water, and we therefore failed in the great object of our hopes, the capture of
About two-thirds of Warrington is
burned, and although we can not see it, I think as much of Woolsey, a village
north of the Navy-yard; and a good many buildings in the yard are burned, and
the remainder must be shattered by the heavy shot and shell so unceasingly
poured upon them.
Two steamers, the Time and
Bradford, had become particularly obnoxious to our soldiers, who ardently
desired to destroy them; but Bragg, afraid of losing them, always kept them at
Pensacola, and only sent them down when loaded. At nine o'clock they
accordingly came steaming down, little dreaming of the salutation that awaited
them. The Time is one of those three-story Mississippi steamers, pictures of
which you see in children's books, and the Bradford is a small low gun-boat We
waited quietly until they had both fastened to the wharf and let off their
steam, when the word was given to fire, and fire did belch forth simultaneously
upon them from twenty guns. We were immediately enveloped in smoke, and so
continued for an hour; when at length we could see we found the Time there, but
the Bradford had gone.
The former continued exposed to
our fire all day, and was probably ruined, but her hull being only a scow, we
could not sink her, and at night she was towed off.
We think we have done at most
important service to the country. In the first place, we have fully avenged the
gross insult offered to our flag by the rebels attacking Billy Wilson's camp,
and then trying to attack our batteries; and no one with truth can say that a
spot or blemish has been received by the glorious old
Star-Spangled Banner while
in our keeping, that has not been fully wiped out.
In the second place, by attacking
Bragg at this time, we think sue have made an important diversion in favor of
General Sherman at Beaufort, not only by preventing Bragg from sending more
troops there (he has sent some), but by compelling him to bring others here; he
was also daily strengthening his batteries. We have very effectually weakened
him for some time to come, and have compelled him to expend a vast amount of
ammunition, which he can ill afford to lose.
We have, therefore, with eight
hundred men, with one fort nearly surrounded by forts and batteries (two forts,
and at least fifteen batteries), successfully attacked him with his eight or
nine thousand troops.