MARCH 16, 1861.]

HARPER'S WEEKLY.

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THE WASHINGTON ARSENAL.

THE FORTS IN TEXAS.

WE publish on page 172, from views furnished by a draughtsman in the employ of the General Government, pictures of the three principal forts in Texas, which, according to the latest advices, have just been surrendered by General Twiggs to the secessionists. In connection with the event, we may mention that one of the last acts of the late Administration was the dismissal of General Twiggs from the army for treason.

FORT DAVIS,

 the head-quarters of the Eighth Infantry, is on the San Antonio and San Diego mail route. It is situated in a canon of the Lympia Mountains, 120 miles from the City of Presidio del Norte, on the Rio Grande, and about 500 miles from San Antonio, Texas. It is in the midst of the country of the Mescularo Apaches; and the garrison at different times has done good service in checking the Comanches in their plundering expeditions into Mexico, and chastising the Apaches for their thieving propensities. The scenery here is very beautiful ; the immense rocks which form the sides of the canon tower up 500 or 600 feet. It is not known yet whether the Texan troops have made any demonstration on this post.

FORT ARBUCKLE,

which is said to have been recently seized by the Texan troops, protects the northern frontier of that State from the forays of the Comanches. It is situated on the Indian Re-serve, and is, or was, garrisoned by detachments from the First Cavalry and one company First Infantry regiments. It is named after the late General Arbuckle, of the army. Captain Prince commands the post; Captain Sacket, Captain Beal, First-Lieutenants Stockton, Crittenden, and Powell, Second-Lieutenants Offley and Fish compose the Staff.

FORT WACHITA,

 situated on the Reserve, sixty miles southeasterly from Arbuckle, at latest dates was also said to have been seized by the Texan troops. It was, or is, garrisoned by two companies First Cavalry, Captain Carr; commander, Captain Wood. It was near here, in October, 1858, that Major Earl Van Dorn encountered and utterly routed the Comanches in a pitched battle.

ARSENAL AT WASHINGTON.

IN connection with the military movements now proceeding at Washington we publish herewith a view of the Arsenal at that city. It stands on the junction of the eastern branch with the Potomac, and is surrounded on three sides by water. Here are founderies, work-shops, magazines, laboratories, and every thing necessary for the manufacture of implements and materials of war. At the present time the Arsenal is a scene of great activity. In front of the Arsenal stand a collection of foreign brass cannon, some of which are trophies taken in battle at Saratoga, Yorktown, Niagara, and Vera Cruz.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS.

A NOVEL.

BY CHARLES DICKENS, --   

CHAPTER XXIV.

BENTLEY DRUMMLE, who was so sulky a fellow that he even took up a book as if its writer had done him an injury, did not take up an

acquaintance in a more agreeable spirit. Heavy in figure, movement, and comprehension—in the sluggish complexion of his face, and in the large, awkward tongue that seemed to loll about in his mouth as he himself lolled about in a room—he was idle, proud, niggardly, reserved, and suspicious. He came of rich people down in Somersetshire, who had nursed this combination of qualities until they made the discovery that it was just of age and a blockhead. Thus Bentley Drummle had come to Mr. Pocket when he was a head taller than that gentleman, and half a dozen heads thicker than most gentlemen.

Startop had been spoiled by a weak mother and kept at home when he ought to have been at school ; but he was devotedly attached to her, and admired her beyond measure. He had a woman's delicacy of feature, and was—"as you may see, though you never saw her," said Herbert to me—exactly like his mother. It was but natural that I should take to him much more kindly than to Drummle, and that even in the earliest evening of our boating he and I should pull homeward abreast of one another, conversing from boat to boat, while Bentley Drummle came up in our wake alone, under the overhanging banks and among rushes. He would always creep in shore like some uncomfortable amphibious creature, even when the tide would have

sent him fast upon his way, and I always think of him as coming after us in the dark or by the back-water, when our own two boats were breaking the sunset or the moonlight in mid-stream.

Herbert was my most intimate companion and friend. I presented him with a half-share in my boat, which was the occasion of his often coming down to Hammersmith ; and my possession of a half-share in his chambers often took me up to London. We used to walk between the two places at all hours, and I have an affection for the road yet (though it is not so pleas-ant a road as it was then), formed in the impressibility of untried youth and hope.

When I had been in Mr. Pocket's family a month or two Mr. and Mrs. Camilla turned up. Camilla was Mr. Pocket's sister. Georgiana, whom I had seen at Miss Havisham's on the same occasion, also turned up. She was a cousin—an indigestive single woman, who called her rigidity religion, and her liver love. These people hated me with the hatred of cupidity and disappointment. As a matter of course, they fawned upon me in my prosperity with the basest meanness. Toward Mr. Pocket, as a sort of grown-up infant with no notion of his own interests, they showed the complacent forbearance I had heard them express. Mrs. Pocket they held in contempt but they allowed the poor

dear soul to have been heavily disappointed in life, because that shed a full reflected light upon themselves.

These were the surroundings among which C settled down, and applied myself to my education. I soon contracted expensive habits, and began to spend an amount of money that with. in a few short months I should have thought almost fabulous ; but, through good and evil, I stuck to my books. There was no other merit in this than my having sense enough to feel my deficiencies. Between Mr. Pocket and Herbert I got on fast, and with one or the other always at my elbow to give me the directions I wanted, and clear obstructions out of my road, I must have been as great a dolt as Drummle if I had done less.

I had not seen Mr. Wemmick for some weeks, when I thought I would write him a note and propose to go home with him on a certain evening. He replied that it would give him much pleasure, and that he would expect me at the office at six o'clock. Thither I went, and there I found him putting the key of his safe down his back as the clock struck.

"Did you think of walking down to Walworth ?" said he.

"Certainly," said I, " if you approve."

"Very much," was Wemmick's reply, "for I have had my legs under the desk all day, and shall be glad to stretch 'em. Now I'll tell you what I have got for supper, Mr. Pip. I have got a stewed steak—which is of home preparation—and a cold roast fowl—which is from time cook-shop. I think it's tender, because the master of the shop was a juryman in some cases of ours the other day, and we let him down easy. I reminded him of that when I bought the fowl, and I said, 'Pick us out a good one, old fellow, because if we had chosen to keep you in the box another day or two we could easily have done it.' He said to that, `Let me make you a present of the best fowl in the shop.' I let him, of course. As far as it goes, it's property and portable. You don't object to an aged parent, I hope ?"

I really thought he was still speaking of the fowl, until he added, "Because I have got an aged parent at my place." I then said what politeness required.

" So you haven't dined with Mr. Jaggers yet ?" he pursued, as we walked along.

" Not yet."

" He told me so this afternoon when he heard you were coming to see me. I expect you'll have an invitation to-morrow. He's going to ask your pals, too. Three of 'em, ain't there?"

Although I was not in the habit of counting Drummle as one of my intimate associates, I said "Yes."

"Well, he's going to ask the whole gang"—I hardly felt complimented by the word—" and whatever he gives you, he'll give you good. Don't look forward to variety, but you'll have excellence. And there's another rum thing in his house," proceeded Wemmick, after a moment's pause, as if the remark bestowed on the housekeeper was understood ; " he never lets a door or window be fastened at night."

"Is he never robbed?"

"'That's it," returned Wemmick. "He says, and gives it out publicly, ' I want to see the man who'll rob me.' Lord bless you, I have heard him a hundred times if I have heard him

"MOLLY, LET THEM SEE BOTH YOUR WRISTS, SHOW THEM. COME !"