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Diameter at muzzle
Thickness of metal
behind the chamber... 25 "
Thick. at junction
of bore with chamb. 16 1/2 "
Thickness at muzzle
Weight of gun
This gun is usually loaded with
35 pounds of large-grained powder, which projects shells of 305 to 335 pounds
weight. A solid shot for a gun of this size would weigh 425 pounds. The
following table will show the range of the gun with the shells above-mentioned,
at various elevations:
At 6° elevation (and 35 pounds
powder), 2017, 1937, 1902, 1892, and 1873 yards.
At 10° elevation (and 40 pounds
powder), 2700, 2900, 2754, and 2760 yards.
At 28° 35' elevation (and 50
pounds powder), 5298, 4950, and 5375 yards.
Major Barnard thinks that at 39°
elevation, and 40 pounds powder, a range considerably beyond 4 miles might be
The events of the past few weeks
have unfortunately directed no small share of public attention to the subject of
Do this look like a forge ?"
replied Orlick, sending his glance all round him with an air of injury. " Now,
do it look like it ?"
I asked him how long he had left
" One day is so like another
here," he replied, " that I don't know without casting it up. However, I come
here some time since you left."
" I could have told you that,
"Ah !" said he, dryly. "But then
you've got to be a scholar."
By this time we had come to the
house where I found his room to be one just within the side-door, with a little
window in it looking on the court-yard. In its small proportions it was not
unlike the kind of place usually assigned to a gate-porter in Paris. Certain
keys were hanging on the wall, to which he now added the gate key, and his
patchwork-covered bed was in a little inner division or recess. The whole had a
slovenly, confined, and sleepy look, like a cage for a human dormouse : while
he, looming dark
THE FIFTEEN-INCH COLUMBIAD.
defenses, and Major Barnard's
able refutation of Sir Howard Douglas's fallacies in relation to land
fortifications have been much discussed. The state of the controversy may be
briefly summed up. The Crimean War proved the worthlessness of wooden ships as
opposed to land-batteries, when properly manned and worked. Accordingly, at the
conclusion of that war, fighting nations began to think of arming their vessels
of war with iron plates : the result of that movement is to be seen in the new
La Gloire, of which we published engravings in
a recent number. It is demonstrated that the old cannon carrying 24-pound,
32-pound, and 42-pound balls and shells produce no impression upon vessels of
this class. But it is also admitted that even such iron-clad vessels as
La Gloire and the
Warrior could not withstand shots fired from
10, 11, and 15 inch guns. Hence it follows that, if our forts are to be placed
in a condition to resist the assault of
iron-clad ships, they must be armed with cannon
of the class which we now illustrate. To convince the public of this truth has
been a constant effort with such distinguished soldiers as Major Barnard.
One difficulty with regard to big
guns has arisen from the fact that guns beyond a certain calibre (found by
experience to be 10 inches) are deficient in strength when cast in the usual way
—viz., in one single piece, and afterward bored out. This difficulty was
obviated by Captain Rodman, in the case of the 15-inch Columbiad at Fort Monroe,
by casting the gun hollow, and cooling it from the interior by introducing a
stream of water into the core. In England, the new guns of great calibre are
cast in several pieces.
It is to be hoped that no time
will be lost by our Government in acting upon the successful experiments of the
past, and in providing our forts with guns which can overmatch the iron plates
of the navies of foreign nations.
BY CHARLES DICKENS.
BETIMES in the morning I was up
and out. It was too early yet to go to Miss Havisham's, so I loitered into the
country on Miss Havisham's side of town—which was not Joe's side I could go
there tomorrow—thinking about m) patroness, and painting brilliant pictures of
her plans for me.
She had adopted Estella, she had
as good as
adopted me, and it could not fail
to be her intention to bring us together. She reserved it for me to restore the
desolate house, admit the sun-shine into the dark rooms, set the clocks a going
and the cold hearths a blazing, tear down the cobwebs, destroy the vermin—in
short, do all the shining deeds of the young Knight of romance, and marry the
Princess. I had stopped to look at the house as I passed ; and its seared red
brick walls, blocked windows, and strong green ivy clasping even the stacks of
chimneys with its twigs and tendons, as if with sinewy old arms, had made up a
rich' attractive mystery, of which I was the hero. Estella was the inspiration
of it, and the heart of it, of course. But though she had taken such strong
possession of me, though my fancy and my hope were so set upon her, though her
influence on my boyish life and character had been all-powerful, I did riot,
even that romantic morning, invest her with any attributes save those she
possessed. I mention this in this place, of a fixed purpose, because it is the
clew by which I am to be followed into my poor labyrinth, such as it is.
Ac-cording to my experience, the conventional notion of a lover can not be
always true. The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love
of a man, I loved her because I found. her irresistible. Once for all ; I knew
to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason,
against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all
discouragement that could be. Once for all; I loved her none the less because I
knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me than if I had devoutly
and conventionally believed her to be human perfection.
I so shaped out my walk as to
arrive at the gate at my old time. When I had rung at the bell with an unsteady
hand I turned my back upon the gate, while I tried to get my breath and keep the
beating of my heart moderately quiet. I heard the side-door open and steps come
across the court-yard but I pretended not to hear, even when the gate swung on
its rusty hinges.
Being at last touched on the
shoulder, I started and turned. I started much more naturally then to find
myself confronted by a man in a sober gray dress. The last man I should have
expected to see in that place of porter at Miss Havisham's door.
" Orlick !" "Ah, young
master, there's more changes than yours. But come in, come in. It's op-posed to
my orders to hold the gate open." I entered and he swung it, and locked
it, and took the key out. " Yes !" said he, facing
round, after doggedly preceding
me a few steps toward the house. " Here I am !"
" How did you come here ?"
"I I come here," he retorted, "on
my legs. I had my box brought alongside me in a bar-row."
Are you here for good ?"
I ain't here for harm, young
master, I sup-pose?"
I was not so sure of that. I had
leisure to entertain the retort in my mind; while he slowly lifted his heavy
glance from the pavement, up my legs and arms, to my face.
"Then you have left the forge ?"
and heavy in the shadow of a
corner by the window, looked like the human dormouse for whom it was fitted
up—as indeed he was.
" I never saw this room before,"
I remarked; "but there used to be no Porter here."
"No," said he; "not till it got
about that there was no protection on the premises, and it come to be considered
dangerous, with convicts and Tag and Rag and Bobtail going up and down. And then
I was recommended to the place as a man who could give another man as good as he
brought, and I took it. It's easier than bellowsing and hammering.--That's
loaded, that is,"
"WE WALKED ROUND THE GARDEN TWICE
OR THRICE MORE," ETC.