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Civil War Harper's Weekly, July 27, 1861

This Harper's Weekly newspaper features eye-witness pictures and stories describing a number of important events at the early stages of the Civil War. It has a nice picture of the Battle of Winchester, and the Battle of Hoke's Run. It also features a nice full page picture of Washington DC, showing the unfinished US capitol dome.

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Boonville, Missouri

Prentiss Williams

General Prentiss and Williams

Rich Mountain

Battle of Rich Mountain

Louisiana Zouaves

Louisiana Zouaves

Hoke's Run

The Battle of Hoke's Run

Troop Review

Review of New York Troops

French Lady

French Lady Cartoon


The Battle of Rich Mountain

Wilson's Zouaves

Wilson's Zouaves

Fourth of July Celebration

Fourth of July Celebration

Camp Life

Civil War Camp Life

Washington D. C.

Washington D.C. Pictures


Civil War Army Horses







JULY 27, 1861.]



how it had grown and changed, and how the little wild flowers had been forming, and the voices of the birds had been strengthening, by day and by night, under the sun and under the stars, while poor I lay burning and tossing on my bed, the mere remembrance of having burned and tossed there came like a check upon my peace. But when I heard the Sunday bells, and looked around a little more upon the outspread beauty, I felt that I was not nearly thankful enough—that I was too weak yet to be even that—and I laid my head on Joe's shoulder, as I had laid it long ago when he had taken me to the Fair or where not, and it was too much for my young senses.

More composure came to me after a while, and we talked as we used to talk, lying on the grass at the old Battery. There was no change whatever in Joe. Exactly what he had been in my eyes then he was in my eyes still; just as simply faithful, and as simply right.

When we got back again and he lifted me out and carried me—so easily—across the court and up the stairs, I thought of that eventful Christmas Day when he had carried me over the marshes. We had not yet made any allusion to my change of fortune, nor did I know how much of my late history he was acquainted with. I was so doubtful of myself now, and put so much trust in him, that I could not satisfy myself whether I ought to refer to it when he did not.

" Have you heard, Joe," I asked him that evening, upon further consideration, as he smoked his pipe at the window, "who my patron was ?'

" I heerd," returned Joe, " as it were not Miss Havisham, old chap."

" Did you hear who it was, Joe?"

" Well ! I heerd as it were a person what sent the person what giv' you the bank-notes at the Jolly Bargemen, Pip."

"So it was."

" Astonishing !" said Joe, in the placidest way.

" Did you hear that he was dead, Joe ?" I

presently asked, with increasing diffidence.

" Which ? Him as sent the bank-notes, Pip ?" " Yes."

"I think," said Joe, after meditating a long time, and looking rather evasively at the window-seat, " as I did hear tell that how he were something or another in a general way in that direction."

" Did you hear any thing of his circumstances, Joe ?"

"Not partickler, Pip."

" If you would like to hear, Joe—" I was beginning, when Joe got up and came to my sofa.

" Lookee here, old chap," said Joe, bending over me. "Ever the best of friends ; ain't us, Pip ?"

I was ashamed to answer him.

"Wery good, then," said Joe, as if I had answered ; " that's all right ; that's agreed upon. Then why go into subjects, old chap, which as betwixt two sech must be forever unnecessary ? There's subjects enough as betwixt two sech, without onnecessary ones. Lord ! To think of your poor sister and her Rampages ! And don't you remember Tickler ?"

"I do indeed, Joe."

"Lookee here, old chap," said Joe. " I done what I could to keep you and Tickler in sunders, but my power were not always fully equal to my inclinations. For when your poor sister had a mind to drop into you, it were not so much," said Joe, in his favorite argumentative way, " that she dropped into me too, if I put myself in opposition to her, but that she dropped into you always heavier for it. I noticed that. It ain't a grab at a man's whisker, nor yet a shake or two of a man (to which your sister was quite welcome) that 'ud put a man off from getting a little child out of punishment. But when that little child is dropped into heavier for that grab of whisker or shaking, then that man naterally up and says to himself, 'Where is the good as you are a doing ? I grant you I see the arm,' says the man, 'but I don't see the good. I call upon you, Sir, theerfore, to pint out the good.' "

" The man says," I observed, as Joe waited for me to speak.

"The man says," Joe assented. "Is he right, that man ?"

" Dear Joe, he is always right."

"Well, old chap," said Joe, " then abide by your words. If he's always right (which in general he's more likely wrong), he's right when he says this : Supposing ever you kep' any little matter to yourself when you was a little child, you kep' it mostly because you know'd as J. Gargery's power to part you and Tickler in sunders were not fully equal to his inclinations. Theerfore, think no more of it as betwixt two sech, and do not let us pass remarks upon onnecessary subjects. Biddy giv' herself a deal o' trouble with me afore I left (for I am most awful dull), as I should view it in this light, and viewing it in this light, as I should so put it. Both of which," said Joe, quite charmed with his logical arrangement, " being done, now this to you a true friend, say. Namely. You mustn't go a over-doing on it, but you must have your supper and your wine and water, and you must be put betwixt the sheets."

The delicacy with which Joe dismissed this theme, and the sweet tact and kindness with which Biddy—who with her woman's wit had found me out so soon—had prepared him for it, made a deep impression on my mind. But whether Joe knew how poor I was, and how my great expectations had all dissolved, like our own marsh mists before the sun, I could not understand.

Another thing in Joe that I could not understand when it first began to develop itself, but which I soon arrived at a sorrowful comprehension of, was this : As I became stronger and better Joe became a little less easy with me.

In my weakness and entire dependence on him the dear fellow had fallen into the old tone, and called me by the old names, the dear "old Pip, old chap," that now were music in my ears. I too had fallen into the old ways, only happy and thankful that he let me. But, imperceptibly, though I held by them fast, Joe's hold upon them began to slacken; and whereas I wondered at this at first, I soon began to understand that the cause of it was in me, and that the fault of it was all mine.

Alas ! Had I given Joe no reason to doubt my constancy, and to think that in prosperity I should grow cold to him and cast him off? Had I given Joe's innocent heart no cause to feel instinctively that as I got stronger his hold upon me would be weaker, and that he had better loosen it in time and let me go before I plucked myself away ?

It was on the third or fourth occasion of my going out walking in the Temple Gardens leaning on Joe's arm that I saw this change in him very plainly. We had been sitting in the bright warm sunlight, looking at the river, and I chanced to say as we got up :

" See, Joe ! I can walk quite strongly. Now you shall see me walk back by myself."

"Which do not overdo it, Pip," said Joe; "but I shall be happy for to see you able, Sir."

The last word grated on me ; but how could I remonstrate ! I walked no further than the gate of the gardens, and then pretended to be weaker than I was, and asked Joe for his arm. Joe gave it me, but was thoughtful.

I, for my part, was thoughtful too ; for how best to check this growing change in Joe was a great perplexity to my remorseful thoughts. That I was ashamed to tell him exactly how I was placed, and what I had come down to, I do not seek to conceal ; but I hope my reluctance was not quite an unworthy one. He would want to help me out of his little savings, I knew, and I knew that he ought not to help me, and that I must not suffer him to do it.

It was a thoughtful evening with both of us. But before we went to bed I had resolved that I would wait over to-morrow, to-morrow being Sunday, and would begin my new course with the new week. On Monday morning I would speak to Joe about this change ; I would lay aside this last vestige of reserve ; I would tell him what I had in my thoughts (that Secondly, not yet arrived at), and why I had not decided to go out to Herbert, and then the change would be conquered forever. As I cleared Joe cleared, and it seemed as though he had sympathetically arrived at a resolution too.

We had a quiet day on the Sunday, and we rode out into the country, and then walked in the fields.

"I feel thankful that I have been ill, Joe," I said.

" Dear old Pip, old chap, you're a'most come round, Sir."

" It has been a memorable time for me, Joe."

"Likeways for myself, Sir," Joe returned.

"We have had a time together, Joe, that I can never forget. There were days once, I know, that I did for a while forget ; but I never shall forget these."

"Pip," said Joe, appearing a little hurried and troubled, " there has been larks. And, dear Sir, what has been betwixt us—have been."

At night, when I had gone to bed, Joe came into my room, as he had done all through my recovery. He asked me if I felt sure that I was as well as in the morning ?

"Yes, dear Joe, quite."

" And are always a getting stronger, old chap ?"

" Yes, dear Joe, steadily."

Joe patted the coverlet on my shoulder with his great good hand, and said, in what I thought a husky voice, "Good-night!"

When I got up in the morning, refreshed and stronger yet, I was full of my resolution to tell Joe all, without delay. I would tell him before breakfast. I would dress at once and go to his room and surprise him ; for it was the first day I had been up early. I went to his room, and he was not there. Not only was he not there, but his box was gone.

I hurried then to the breakfast-table, and on it found a letter. These were its brief contents.

" Not wishful to intrude I have departured fur you are well again dear Pip and will do better without.   Jo. "P.S. Ever the best of friends."

Inclosed in the letter was a receipt for the debt and costs on which I had been arrested. Down to that moment I had vainly supposed that my creditor had withdrawn or suspended proceedings until I should be quite recovered. I had never dreamed of Joe's having paid the money : but Joe had paid it, and the receipt was in his name.

What remained for me now but to follow him to the dear old forge, and there to have out my disclosure to him, and my penitent remonstrance with him, there to relieve my mind and heart of that reserved Secondly, which had began as a vague something lingering in my thoughts, and had formed into a settled purpose ?

The purpose was, that I would go to Biddy, that I would show her how humbled and repentant I came back, that I would tell her how I had lost all I once hoped for, that I would remind her of our old confidences in my first unhappy time. Then I would say to her, "Biddy, I think you once liked me very well, when my errant heart, even while it strayed away from you, was quieter and better with you than it ever has been since. If you can like me only half as well once more, if you can take me with all my faults and disappointments on my head, if you can receive me like a forgiven child (and indeed I am as sorry, Biddy, and have as much need of a hushing voice and a soothing hand), I hope I am a little worthier of you than I was

—not much, but a little. And, Biddy, it shall rest with you to say whether I shall work at the forge with Joe, or whether I shall try for any different occupation down in this country, or whether we shall go away to a distant place where an opportunity awaits me, which I set aside, when it was offered, until I knew your answer. And now, dear Biddy, if you can tell me that you will go through the world with me, you will surely make it a better world for me, and me a better man for it, and I will try hard to make it a better world for you."

Such was my purpose. After three days more of recovery I went down to the old place to put it in execution ; and how I sped in it, is all I have left to tell.


ON page 477 we publish an engraving, from a sketch by our special artist, of the GRAND REVIEW OF NEW YORK TROOPS at Washington on 4th July. A correspondent thus describes it:

The parade of twenty thousand New York troops, under command of General Sandford, previously announced, came off in the morning according to programme. A stand was erected on the sidewalk of Pennsylvania Avenue, in front of the White House, which was occupied by the President, several members of the Cabinet, General Scott, and various Major and Brigadier Generals.

The military filed by in the following order:


Eighth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . . . Col. Blenker. Twelfth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. . . . Col. Walrath. Fourteenth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . . Col. M'Quade. Fifteenth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . . Col. Murphy. Sixteenth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . . Col. Davies. Seventeenth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . Col. Lansing


Eighteenth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . Col Jackson. Nineteenth Regiment N Y Volunteers . . . Col. Clark. Twenty-first Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . Col. Rogers. Twenty-second Regiment N. Y Volunteers Col. Phelps. Twenty-sixth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . Col. Christian.

Twenty-ninth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . Col. Von Steinwehr.


Twenty-eighth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . Col. Donnelly. Thirtieth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . . . Col. Frisby Thirty-first Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. . . Col. C. C. Pratt. Thirty-second Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. . Col. Matheson. Thirty-seventh Regiment N. Y. Volunteers . Col. M'Cunn. Thirty-eighth Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. . Col. Ward. Garibaldi Guard Regiment N. Y. Volunteers. Col. D'Utassi.


Fifth Regiment N. Y. State Militia . . . . Col. Schwarzwaelder. Twelfth Regiment N. Y. State Militia . . . Col. Butterfield. Seventy-ninth Regiment N Y. State Militia . Col. Cameron. Seventy-first Regiment N. Y. State Militia . Col. Martin.

The troops having passed in review, the crowd immediately surrounded the platform, when loud calls being made for General Scott,

President Lincoln came forward and said :

FELLOW-CITIZENS—I trust you will not blame me today for standing in front. It is a sort of rule that constrains me to do so. I know that a sight of your noble and gallant and revered General Scott would be more gratifying to you than a speech from me. I take great pleasure, therefore, in Introducing that distinguished gentleman to you.

General Scott then came forward, when he was cheered with the most deafening applause. The old General, the bulwark of the nation on this threatened time of demolition, bowed his acknowledgments to the enthusiastic people below him, and his eyes met the upturned gaze of the vast crowd and marked the fervor of their feelings in eyes that gleamed with grateful emotion, and on shouts that proclaimed a people's thanks for peace preserved and a Union saved. He must have felt rewarded for the great services he has and is still rendering to the country. Cheer after cheer followed, and it was only when the aged chieftain bowed and retired among his friends, leaving the front of the platform clear, that a partial calm was restored.


WE publish on page 475 an engraving from a sketch by our special artist, Mr. Theodore R. Davis, entitled, " LIEUTENANT HALL'S COMPLIMENTS TO THE SECESSIONISTS." We need hardly explain that it represents the experimental firing of a field-piece across the Potomac at some of the fellows who have lately been amusing themselves by shooting our sentinels and pickets. Lieutenant Hall is, we believe, the officer of that name who formed part of the Sumter garrison under Major Anderson.


Wanted 1000 Agents, to sell Miniature Pins of Gen. Scott, Butler, and all the Heroes. Also Great Bargains in Job Lots of Jewelry. Enclose from $1 to $10 for samples. W. A. HAYWARD, 208 Broadway, N. Y.

MOSQUITOES!!!   10,000
PIECES NETS FOR 50 CENTS PER PIECE. 1200 pieces extra, 10 yards long, 2 1/2 yards wide,


All kinds.

KELTY'S,   359   Broadway.


Army Express.— Adams's Express Company run daily Expresses to all the regiments. Packages for soldiers carried at half price. Office No. 59 Broadway.


—My Onguent will force them to grow heavily in six weeks (upon the smoothest face) without stain or injury to the skin. Price $1—sent by mail, post free. to any address, on receipt of an order.   R. G. GRAHAM, No. 109 Nassau Street, N. Y.

" Matrimony made Easy."—A new work, showing how either sex may be suitably married, irrespective of age or appearance, which can not fail—free for 25 cents. Address T. William & Co., Publishers, Box 2300, Philad.


—ACTIVE, INTELLIGENT YOUNG MEN, who have been thrown out of situations by the War, can hear of EMPLOYMENT which, by proper efforts, can be made profitable, by addressing FOWLER AND WELLS, 308 Broadway, New York.

14th St., cor. 3d Av., N. Y.


—For inflamed eyelids and for the cure of scrofulous and soreness surrounding the eye. In all diseases of this character it is almost a certain cure. Price 25 cents per jar.

For sale by A. B. SANDS & CO., Druggists, 141 William Street, N. F.

For August, 1861.



ILLUSTRATIONS.—Iron Foot Bridge.—Map of the Park. — Arbor. — Bridle Road. — Transverse Road. —Carriage Way.—The Alcove.—Water Terrace.—Summer House.—Carriage Bridge.—The Swans.—Rustic Bridge.—Winter Sports. —The Lake. —The Cave. — Stone Arch-Way. — Wooden Foot Bridge.—The Lake, from the West.—Arch-Way for Bridle Road.—The Lake, from the East.—The Old Reservoir. — The Lake, from the Northwest. —Vine Trellis.—Arch-Way under Carriage Drive.—Mount Saint Vincent.—The Bluff.—Tunnel.—Arbor.—The Palisades.


ILLUSTRATIONS.—The Diggers at Home.—Out in the Mountains.—Protecting the Settlers.—Beach Fishing. INSECTS DESTRUCTIVE OF MAIZE.

ILLUSTRATIONS. — The Corn Cut-Worm. —The Corn Weevil.—Corn Weevil at Work.—Spindle-Worn Moth. —Corn-Plant Louse.—Corn-Silk Moth.—Half-Looper Moth. —Sitophilus Granada.— Meal-Moth.— Tinea Zea.—Flat Corn-Beetle.


ILLUSTRATIONS.—Portrait of Peter Gansevoort.—Portrait of Marinas Willett.—The Battle-Ground at Oriskany.


CHAPTER XIII. Guilty, or not Guilty.

CHAPTER XIV. Dinner at the Cleeve.

CHAPTER XV. A Morning Call at Mount Pleasant Villa.

CHAPTER XVI. Mr. Dockwrath in Bedford Row. ILLUSTRATIONS.—Lady Mason and the Furnivals.--At the Cleeve.









CHAPTER XV. Samaritans.

CHAPTER XVI. In which Philip shows his Mettle. ILLUSTRATIONS. — The Good Samaritan. — Philip's Comforters.—A Hero.








EDITOR'S DRAWER.—(With Four Illustrations.) IN MEDIAS RES.

ILLUSTRATIONS.—Mr. Jones Sleeps.—Becomes a Medium.—Moves Chairs.—Moves his Wife.—Nurse is Magnetized.—So is Baby.—And the Furniture generally.—Mr. Jones awakes.




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And an Extra Copy, gratis, for every Club of EIGHT SUBSCRIBERS.

HARPER'S MAGAZINE and HARPER'S WEEKLY, together, one year, $4.00.



Illustrations of the War.

HARPER'S WEEKLY has now REGULAR ARTIST-CORRESPONDENTS at Fortress Monroe, Va., at Washington, D. C., at Martinsburgh, Va., at Chambersburg, Pa., at Grafton, Va., at Cairo, Ill., at St. Louis, Mo., and at Fort Pickens, Fla. These gentlemen will accompany the march of the armies, and will reproduce, for the benefit of the readers of Harper's Weekly, every incident of the momentous campaign which is now opening.

Harper's Weekly is, moreover, in daily receipt of valuable sketches from Volunteer Correspondents in the Army and Navy in all parts of the country. The Publishers will be glad to receive such sketches from members of our forces in every section, and will pay liberally for such as they may Use.

The Publishers will send Harper's Weekly free to any Regiment or Ship of War which may supply them with the name and address of the officer to whom it should be forwarded.

The circulation of Harper's Weekly is over One Hundred Thousand Copies.

They have already published, since the Election, over three hundred illustrations of the Southern Rebellion, and they feel confident that the pages of Harper's Weekly will present to complete and exhaustive ILLUSTRATED HISTORY OF THE WAR. No person who wishes to be informed with regard to the momentous events which are transpiring can afford to dispense with it.

Notwithstanding the great amount of space devoted to Illustrations of the War, Harper's Weekly continues to publish Mr. DICKENS'S New Story, " Great Expectations," which is pronounced the most successful of his admirable works. It will be followed early in August by a New SERIAL TALE, by Sir EDWARD LYTTON BULWER, entitled " A STRANGE STORY," which will be continued from week to week till completed.


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