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Civil War Harper's Weekly, June 15, 1861

This issue of Harper's Weekly has a variety of interesting stories and pictures. The cover has an illustration and story on the death of Colonel Ellsworth. The issue also has a discussion on the problem of fugitive slaves. News describes early events in the Civil War.

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Ellsworth's Death

Colonel Ellsworth's Death

Revolution

The Right of Revolution

The Fugitive Slave Question

The Fugitive Slave Question

Rebel Cavalry

Capture of Rebel Cavalry

General Bragg's Camp

General Bragg's Camp

Camp Anderson

Camp Anderson

Santa Rosa Island

Santa Rosa Island

Las Moras

Confederate Troops on the Las Moras

Civil War Camps

Civil War Camps

Rebel Steamboats

Rebel Steamboats

Arlington heights

Arlington Heights

Senator Douglas

Senator Douglas

Newport News

Newport News

 

 

 

 

HARPER'S WEEKLY.

JUNE 15, 1861.

382

NEWPORT NEWS, NEAR FORTRESS MONROE, NOW OCCUPIED BY GENERAL BUTLER.

NEWPORT NEWS.

WE publish herewith a view of NEWPORT NEWS, near Fortress Monroe, Virginia, which General Butler has just occupied, and is now fortifying. A Virginian writer, speaking of the spot, says: "Newport News, so named after Captain Christopher Newport, the commodore of the little fleet of three vessels, of the aggregate burden of one hundred and sixty tons, which brought over the adventurers, and who 'returned for England with newes' 'the 15. of June 1607,' is the sister promontory to Jamestown. Its pine-clad spit divides James River from Hampton Roads. The water-view at this point, east, south, and northwest, is superb. When 'Master Gookin, out of Ireland, with fifty men of his owne, and thirty Passengers,' baptized the shamrock in its blue and teeming waters, it was deemed a small paradise. ' The cotten-trees in a yeere grew so thicke as one's arme, and so high as a man; here any thing that is planted doth prosper so well as in no place better.' The soil is doubtless as good as it ever was, since the moisture from the neighboring ocean prevents land in this region from being permanently exhausted, even under the most reckless system of tillage ; but we hear of no such growth now. Cotton-planting has given place to oyster-planting, as the leading culture. Master Gookin must have shared the hydrophobic propensities of his countrymen, or he would have delved in the waves for riches and comfort."

GREAT EXPECTATIONS.

A NOVEL.
BY CHARLES DICKENS.
Splendidly Illustrated by John McLenan.
CHAPTER XLVI.

SOME weeks passed without bringing any change. We waited for Wemmick, and he made no sign. If I had never known him out of Little Britain, and had never enjoyed the privilege of being on a familiar footing at the Castle, I might have doubted him ; not so for a moment, knowing him as I did.

My worldly affairs began to wear a gloomy appearance, and I was pressed for money by more than one creditor. Even I myself began to know the want of money (I mean of ready money in my own pocket), and to relieve it by converting some easily spared articles of jewelry into cash. But I had quite determined that it would be a heartless fraud to take more money from my patron in the existing state of my uncertain thoughts and plans. Therefore, I had sent him the unopened pocket-book by Herbert, to hold in his own keeping, and I felt a kind of satisfaction—whether it was a false kind or a true, I hardly know—in not having profited by his generosity since his revelation of himself.

As the time wore on, an impression settled heavily upon me that Estella was married. Fearful of having it confirmed, though it was all but a conviction, I avoided the newspapers, and begged Herbert (to whom I had confided the circumstances of our last interview) never to speak of her to me. Why I hoarded up this last wretched little rag of the robe of hope that was rent and given to the winds, how do I know ? Why did you read this, commit that not dissimilar inconsistency of your own last year, last month, last week ?

It was an unhappy life that I lived, and its one dominant anxiety, towering over all its other anxieties like a high mountain above a range of mountains, never disappeared from my view. Still, no new cause for fear arose. Let me start from my bed as I would, with the terror fresh upon me that he was discovered ; let me sit listening as I would, with dread, for Herbert's returning step at night, lest it should be fleeter than ordinary, and winged with evil news ; for all that, and much more to like purpose, the round of things went on. Condemned to inaction and a state of constant restlessness and suspense, I rowed about in my boat, and waited, waited, waited, as I best could.

There were states of the tide when, having been down the river, I could not get back through

the eddy-chafed arches and starlings of old London Bridge ; then, I left my boat at a wharf near the Custom-house, to be brought up afterward to the Temple stairs. I was not averse to doing this, as it served to make me and my boat a commoner incident among the water-side people there. From this slight occasion sprang two meetings that I have now to tell of.

One afternoon, late in the month of February, I came ashore at the wharf at dusk. I had pulled down as far as Greenwich with the ebb tide, and had turned with the tide. It had been a fine bright day, but had become foggy as the sun dropped, and I had had to feel my way back among the shipping pretty carefully. Both in going and returning I had seen the signal in his window, All well.

As it was a raw evening and I was cold, I thought I would comfort myself with dinner at once ; and as I had hours of dejection and solitude before me if I went home to the Temple, I thought I would afterward go to the play. The theatre where Mr. Wopsle had achieved his questionable triumph was in that water-side neighborhood (it is nowhere now), and to that theatre I resolved to go. I was aware that Mr. Wopsle had not succeeded in reviving the Drama, but, on the contrary, had rather partaken of its decline. He had been ominously heard of as a faithful Black, in connection with a little girl of noble birth, and a monkey. And Herbert had seen him as a predatory Tartar, of comic propensities, with a face like a red brick, and an outrageous hat all over bells.

I dined at what Herbert and I used to call a Geographical chop-house—where there were maps of the world in porter-pot rims on every half-yard of the table-cloths, and charts of gravy on every one of the knives—to this day there is scarcely a single chop-house in the Lord Mayor's dominions which is not Geographical—and wore out the time in dozing over crumbs, staring at gas, and baking in a hot blast of dinners. By-and-by I roused myself and went to the play.

There I found a virtuous boatswain in his Majesty's service—a most excellent man, though I could have wished his trowsers not quite so tight in some places and not quite so loose in others—who knocked all the little men's hats over their eyes, though he was very generous and brave, and who wouldn't hear of any body's paying taxes on any account, though he was very patriotic. He had a bag of money in his pocket, like a pudding in the cloth, and on that property married a young person in bed-furniture with great rejoicings ; the whole population of Portsmouth (nine in number at the last Census) turning out on the beach to rub their own hands and shake every body else's, and sing "Fill, fill !" A certain dark-complexioned Swab, however, who wouldn't fill, or do any thing else that was proposed to him, and whose heart was openly stated (by the boatswain) to be as black as his figure-head, proposed to two other Swabs to get all mankind into difficulties ; which was so effectually done (the Swab family having considerable political influence) that it took half the evening to set things right, and then it was only brought about through an honest little grocer with a white hat, black gaiters, and red nose, getting into a clock with a gridiron, and listening, and coming out, and knocking every body down from behind with the gridiron whom he couldn't confute with what he had overheard. This led to Mr. Wopsle's (who had never been heard of before) coming in with a star and garter on, as a plenipotentiary of great power direct from the Admiralty, to say that the Swabs were all to go to prison on the spot, and that he had brought the boatswain down the Union Jack, as a slight acknowledgment of his public services. The boatswain, unmanned for the first time, respectfully dried his eyes on the Jack, and then cheering up and addressing Mr. Wopsle as Your Honor, solicited permission to take him by the fin. Mr. Wopsle conceding his fin with a gracious dignity, was immediately shoved into a dusty corner while every body danced a horn-pipe ; and, from that corner, surveying the public with a discontented eye, became aware of me.

The second piece was the last new grand comic Christmas pantomime, in the first scene of which it pained me to suspect that I detected Mr. Wopsle, with red worsted legs under a highly

magnified phosphoric countenance and a shock of red fringe for his hair, engaged in the manufacture of thunderbolts in a mine, and displaying great cowardice when his gigantic master came home, very hoarse, to dinner. But he presently presented himself under worthier circumstances ; for, the Genius of Youthful Love being in want of assistance—on account of the parental brutality of an ignorant farmer who opposed the choice of his daughter's heart, by purposely falling upon the object in a flour sack, out of the first-floor window—summoned a sententious Enchanter ; and he, coming up from the antipodes rather unsteadily, after an apparently violent journey, proved to be Mr. Wopsle in a high-crowned hat, with a necromantic work in one volume under his arm. The business of this enchanter on earth being principally to be talked at, sung at, butted at, danced at, and flashed at with fires of various colors, he had a good deal of time on his hands. And I observed with great surprise that he devoted it to staring in my direction as if he were lost in amazement.

There was something so remarkable in the increasing glare of Mr. Wopsle's eye, and he seemed to be turning so many things over in his mind and to grow so confused, that I could not make it out. I sat thinking of it long after he had ascended to the clouds in a large watchcase, and still I could not make it out. I was still thinking of it when I came out of the theatre an hour afterward, and found him waiting for me near the door.

"How do you do?" said I, shaking hands with him as we turned down the street together. "I saw that you saw me."

" Saw you, Mr. Pip !" he returned. " Yes, of course I saw you. But who else was there ?" " Who else ?"

"It is the strangest thing," said Mr. Wopsle, drifting into his lost look again ; "and yet I could swear to him."

Becoming alarmed, I entreated Mr. Wopsle to explain his meaning.

" Whether I should have noticed him at first but for your being there," said Mr. Wopsle, going on in the same lost way, I can't be positive ; yet I think I should."

Involuntarily I looked round me, as I was accustomed to look round me when I went home; for these mysterious words gave me a chill.

" Oh ! He can't be in sight," said Mr. Wopsle. "He went out before I went off. I saw him go."

Having the reason that I had for being suspicious, I even suspected this poor actor. I mistrusted a design to entrap me into some admission. Therefore I glanced at him as we walked on together, but said nothing.

"I had a ridiculous fancy that he must be with you, Mr. Pip, till I saw that you were quite unconscious of him sitting behind you there, like a ghost."

My former chill crept over me again, but I was resolved not to speak yet, for it was quite consistent with his words that he might be set on to induce me to connect these references with Provis. Of course I was perfectly sure and safe that Provis had not been there.

"I dare say you wonder at me, Mr. Pip ; indeed I see you do. But it is so very strange ! You'll hardly believe what I am going to tell you. I could hardly believe it myself if you told me."

"Indeed ?" said I.

"No, indeed. Mr. Pip, you remember in old times a certain Christmas-day, when you were quite a child, and I dined at Gargery's, and some soldiers came to the door to get a pair of handcuffs mended ?"

" I remember it very well."

" And you remember that there was a chase after two convicts, and that we joined in it, and that Gargery took you on his back, and that I

took the lead, and you kept up with me as well as you could ?"

"I remember it all very well." Better than he thought—except the last clause.

"And you remember that we came up with the two in a ditch, and that there was a scuffle between them, and that one of them had been severely handled and much mauled about the face by the other ?"

" I see it all before me."

"And that the soldiers lighted torches, and put the two in the centre; and that we went on to see the last of them, over the black marshes, with the torch-light shining on their faces—I am particular about that ; with the torch-light shining on their faces, when there was an outer ring of dark night all about us ?"

"Yes," said I. "I remember all that."

" Then, Mr. Pip, one of those two prisoners sat behind you to-night. I saw him over your shoulder."

" Steady !" I thought. I asked him then, "Which of the two do you suppose you saw ?"

"The one who had been mauled," he answered readily, " and I'll swear I saw him! The more I think of him the more certain I am of him."

" This is very curious !" said I, with the best assumption I could put on, of its being nothing more to me. "Very curious indeed !"

I can not exaggerate the enhanced disquiet into which this conversation threw me, or the special and peculiar terror I felt at Compeyson's having been behind me "like a ghost." For, if he had ever been out of my thoughts for a few moments together since the hiding had begun, it was in those very moments when he was closest to me ; and to think that I should be so unconscious and off my guard after all my care, was as if I had shut an avenue of a hundred doors to keep him out, and then had found him at my elbow. I could not doubt either that he was there, because I was there, and that however slight an appearance of danger there might be about us, danger was always near and active.

I put such questions to Mr. Wopsle as, When did the man come in ? He could not tell me that ; he saw me, and over my shoulder he saw the man. It was not until he had seen him for some time that he began to identify him ; but he had from the first vaguely associated him with me, and known him as somehow belonging to me in the old village time. How was he dressed ? Prosperously, but not noticeably otherwise ; he thought in black. Was his face at all disfigured ? No, he believed not. I believed not too, for, although in my brooding state I had taken no especial notice of the people behind me, I thought it likely that a face at all disfigured would have attracted my attention.

When Mr. Wopsle had imparted to me all that he could recall or I extract, and when I had treated him to a little appropriate refreshment after the fatigues of the evening, we parted. It was between twelve and one o'clock when I reached the Temple, and the gates were shut. No one was near me when I went in and went home.

Herbert had come in, and we held a very serious council by the fire. But there was nothing to be done, saving to communicate to Wemmick what I had that night found out, and to remind him that we waited for his hint. As I thought that I might compromise him if I went too often to the Castle, I made this communication by letter. I wrote it before I went to bed, and went out and posted it ; and again no one was near me. Herbert and I agreed that we could do nothing else but be very cautious. And we were very cautious indeed—more cautious than before, if that were possible —and I, for my part, never went near Chinks's Basin, except when I rowed by, and then I only

"LET ME SIT LISTENING AS I WOULD, WITH DREAD," ETC.

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