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THE SOUTH CAROLINA BATTERIES.
WE publish herewith, from
drawings kindly sent us by an officer of Major Anderson's command at
Sumter, views of the batteries which the South Carolina troops have raised on
Sullivan's Island and other points in the Bay of Charleston, in order to
Fort Sumter. They need no description. -We would, however, draw attention to the
view of the iron-clad battery on Cumming's Point. This battery is faced with
bars of railroad iron placed side by side, so as to form a complete coat of
mail. Whether it will answer the purpose or not remains to be seen. Some
officers of engineers and artillery, who have studied it, seem to think that
after a few shots the iron will splinter, and that it will add infinitely to the
dangers of the garrison of the battery.
[Entered according to Act of
Congress, in the Year 1860, by Harper & Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the
District Court for the Southern District of New York.]
A NOVEL BY CHARLES DICKENS.
Splendidly Illustrated by John McLenan.
Printed from the Manuscript and
early Proof-sheets purchased from the author by the Proprietors of "Harper's
THE pale young gentleman and I
stood contemplating one another in Barnard's Inn until we both bust out
laughing. "The idea of its being you!" said he. "The idea of its being you!"
said I. And then we contemplated one another afresh, and laughed again. "Well!"
said the pale young gentleman, reaching out his hand good-humoredly, "it's all
over now. I hope, and it will be magnanimous in you if you'll forgive me for
having knocked you about so."
I derived from this speech that
Mr. Herbert Pocket (for Herbert was the pale young gentle-man's name) still
rather confounded his intention with his execution. But I made a modest re-ply,
and we shook hands warmly.
"You hadn't come into your good
fortune at that time?" said Herbert Pocket.
"No," said I.
"No," he acquiesced: "I heard it
had happened very lately. I was rather on the look-out for good fortune then."
"Yes. Miss Havisham had sent for
me, to see if she could take a fancy to me. But she couldn't—at all events, she
I thought it polite to remark
that I was surprised to hear that.
"Bad taste," said Herbert,
laughing, "but a fact. Yes, she had sent for me on a trial visit, and if I had
come out of it successfully, I sup-pose I should have been provided for; perhaps
I should have been what-you-may-called it to Estella."
"What's that ?" I asked, with
He was arranging his fruit in
plates while we talked, which divided his attention, and was the cause of his
having made this lapse of a word. "Affianced," he explained, still busy with the
fruit, " Betrothed. Engaged. What's-his-named. Any word of that sort."
"How did you bear your
disappointment?" I asked.
"Pooh !" said he, "I didn't care
much for it. She's a Tartar."
" Miss Havisham?" I suggested.
"I don't say no to that, but I
meant Estella. That girl's hard and haughty and capricious to the last degree,
and has been brought up by Miss Havisham to wreak revenge on all the male sex."
"What relation is she to Miss
Havisham?" "None," said he. "Only adopted."
"Why should she wreak revenge on
all the male sex? What revenge?" "Lord, Mr. Pip!" said he. "Don't you know?"
"No," said I. "Dear me ! It's quite a story, and shall be saved till
dinner-time. And now let me take the liberty of asking you a question. How did
you come there that day?"
I told him, and he was attentive
until I had finished, and then burst out laughing again, and asked me if I was
sore afterward ? I didn't ask him if he was, for my conviction on that point was
"Mr. Jaggers is your guardian, I
under-stand?" he went on.
" Yes." "You know he is Miss
Havisham's man of business and solicitor, and has her confidence when nobody
This was bringing me (I felt)
toward dangerous ground. I answered with a constraint I made no attempt to
disguise, that I had seen
Mr. Jaggers in Miss Havisham's
house on the very day of our combat, but never at any other time, and that I
believed he had no recollection of having ever seen me there.
"He was so obliging as to suggest
my father for your tutor, and he called on my father to propose it. Of course he
knew about my father from his connection with Miss Havisham. My father is Miss
Havisham's nephew, ; not that that implies familiar intercourse between them,
for he is a bad courtier and will not propitiate her."
Herbert Pocket had a frank and
easy way with hint that was very taking. I had never seen any one then, and I
have never seen any one since, who so strongly expressed to me, in every look
and tone, a natural incapacity to do any thing secret or mean. There was
some-thing wonderfully hopeful about lie general air, and something that at the
same time whispered to me he would never be very successful or rich. I don't
know how this was. I became imbued with the notion on that first occasion before
we sat down to dinner, but I can not define by what means.
He was still a pale young
gentleman, and had a certain conquered languor about him in they midst of his
spirits and briskness that did not seem indicative of natural strength. He had
not a handsome face, but it was better than handsome: being extremely amiable
and cheerful. His figure was a little ungainly, as in the days when my knuckles
had taken such liberties with it ; but it looked as if it would always be light
and young. Whether Mr. Trabb's local
work would have sat more
gracefully on him than on me, may be a question ; but I am conscious that he
carried off his rather old clothes much better than I carried off may new suit.
As he was so communicative, I
felt that reserve on my part would be a bad return, unsuited to our years. I
therefore told him my small story, and laid stress on my being forbidden to
inquire who my benefactor was. I further mentioned that as I had been brought up
a blacksmith in a country place, and knew very little of the ways of politeness,
I would take it as a great kindness in him if he would give me a hint whenever
he saw me at a loss or going wrong.
"With pleasure," said he, "though
I venture to prophesy that you'll want very few hints. I dare say we shall be
often together, and I should like to banish any needless restraint between us.
Will you do me the favor to begin at once to call me by my Christian name,
I thanked him, and said I would.
I informed him in exchange that my Christian name was Philip.
" 1 don't take to Philip," said
he, smiling, "for it sounds like a moral boy out of the spelling-book, who was
so lazy that he fell into a pond, or so fat that he couldn't see out of his
eyes, or so avaricious that he locked up his cake till the mice ate it, or so
determined to go birds'-nesting that he got himself eaten by bears who lived
handy in the neighborhood. I tell you what I should like. We are so harmonious,
and you have been a blacksmith—would you mind it ?"
"I shouldn't mind any thing that
you propose," I answered ; "but I don't understand you."
"Would you mind Handel for a
familiar name? There's a charming piece of music by Handel, called the
Harmonious Blacksmith." "I should like it very much."
"Then, my dear Handel," said he,
turning round as the door opened, " here is the dinner, and I must beg of you to
take the top of the table, because the dinner is of your providing." This I
would not hear of, so he took the top, and I faced him. It was a nice little
dinner—seemed to me then a very Lord Mayor's Feast—and it acquired additional
relish from being eaten under those independent circumstances, with no old
people by, and with London all around us. This again was heightened by a certain
gipsy character that set the banquet off: for while the table was, as Mr.
Pumblechook might have said, the lap of luxury—being entirely furnished forth
from the coffee-house—the circumjacent region of sitting-room was of a
comparatively pastureless and shifty character: imposing on the waiter the
wandering habits of putting the covers on the floor (where he fell over them),
the melted butter in the arm-chair, the bread en the book-shelves, the cheese in
the coal-scuttle, and the boiled fowl into my bed in the next room—where I found
much of its parsley and butter in a state of congelation when I retired for the
night. All this made the feast delightful, and when the waiter was not there to
watch me my pleasure was without alloy. When we had made some progrews in the
dinner I reminded Herbert of his promise to tell me about Miss Havisham. "True,"
he replied. " I'll redeem it at once. Let me introduce the topic, Handel, by
mentioning that in London it is not the custom to put the knife in the mouth—for
fear of accidents —and that while the fork is reserved for that
I HOPE YOUR MAMMA IS QUITE