Lieutenant Morris

APRIL 5, 1862.]

HARPER'S WEEKLY.

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HON. ANDREW JOHNSON, MILITARY GOVERNOR OF TENNESSEE.—[PHOTOGRAPHED BY BRADY.]

HON. ANDREW JOHNSON, GOVERNOR OF TENNESSEE.

ANDREW JOHNSON, the loyal Senator from Tennessee, has just been appointed by the President Military Governor of that State, and we publish his portrait accordingly, from a photograph by Brady. He was born of poor parents, in North Carolina, about 1812, and was apprenticed to a tailor. After trying his fortune in various places, he finally walked over the mountains into Tennessee, with his wife, and established himself at Greenville in that State. His wife taught him his letters, he worked hard, and by-and-by he began to rise, making money as a tailor, and reputation as a politician and public speaker. He was soon elected to the Legislature, then to Congress, where he served many years. He was Governor of Tennessee we believe for two terms, and in 1857 was elected United States Senator. In the Senate he was chiefly known as the supporter of the Homestead Bill, which he pressed every session with vigor and pertinacity. When Tennessee seceded Johnson stood faithful to the old flag, and was denounced

and his life threatened by the rebels. He has hitherto defied their threats successfully, and now goes back to his State to endeavor to repair the mischief done by the traitors. He is as brave as he is eloquent, and will do his duty. The Herald tells the following story of him: While working at Laurens Court House as journeyman tailor, he fell in love with a girl in the neighborhood and courted her. Governor Johnson tells the story himself. The young lady saw something more in Andy than her mother was able to discern. She engaged herself to him, provided he could get her mother's consent. Andy went one Sunday to speak to the old lady. His heart failed him till toward night, when he mustered up courage and popped the question to the mother. He says she broke out on him in a most terrible tirade of abuse, and said, "You trifling, worthless vagabond, do you suppose I am going to let my daughter marry a wandering journeyman tailor? I know what you want; you are too lazy to work, and you are after my property!" The Governor said the old woman had four children and three negroes. This was her fortune. In utter despair, Andy returned to the village mortified and crest-fallen. He determined to quit the place and forget his love, after meeting with such scorn and contempt from the mother. It sometimes happens that young girls have a deeper insight into character than their parents. It was the case, as Colonel Benton acknowledged, with Jessie, when she ran off with Colonel Fremont and got married, very much against the wishes of her father and mother.

But Miss W— did not have the same self-will, or the same abiding confidence in her judgment and love that Miss Benton had. She was afraid to encounter that indignation and towering temper which had so effectually cowed Andy. We do not know, however, that Andy had courage enough to make the proposition to run off with her. If he did, it was rejected. How different would have been her fate if Miss W— had taken courage and encountered the frowns of her mother! Instead of being the wife of some poor, plodding, unknown man, as she probably is, she would have been the wife of a Governor and United States Senator, the mistress of ceremonies at Nashville, and a conspicuous member of the gay and fashionable society of Washington, as well as the confidential partner of a man who, above all the others of the seceding States, has deserved so well and been so much honored at the hands of a grateful country.

LIEUTENANT MORRIS, OF THE
"CUMBERLAND."

WE publish on this page, from a photograph by Brady, a portrait of LIEUTENANT MORRIS, who commanded the Cumberland in the battle with the Merrimac, one of the most gallant heroes of the war.

Lieutenant George U. Morris was born in Massachusetts about the year 1826, and is consequently about thirty-live years of age. He was appointed to the navy from New York in 1846. He received his present commission the 16th of September, 1861. To the beginning of the year 1861 his sea-service under his previous commission was nearly four years, and his total sea-service over ten years. He had been, up to that date, for three years on shore and other duty, and had been fifteen months unemployed. His total service, to the present time, is nearly sixteen years, and he was last tit sea in December, 1860. Previous to his being appointed to the Cumberland, on the North Atlantic squadron, he had been on leave of absence. He was for some time on the sloop Cyane, on the Pacific squadron, and returned, as before stated, in December, 1860.

When the Cumberland was in a sinking condition, her decks covered with the dead and the dying, this gallant officer shouted to his crew, "Men, shall we give her another broadside?"

The response was, "Ay, ay, Sir!" And with the last surge of the noble old ship, the water rushing through her port-holes, her guns thundered a final volley at the enemy.

We trust that such heroism as that of Lieutenant Morris, and such signal services as those of Lieutenant Worden, will not go unrewarded. Both are entitled to the highest rank in the service, and we trust that if time present rules of the service do not authorize the President to promote them at once, Congress will remedy the difficulty without delay. The nation can not afford to neglect her heroes.

[Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1862, by Harper & Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York.]

NO NAME.

BY WILKIE COLLINS,

AUTHOR OF "THE WOMAN IN WHITE," "DEAD SECRET,"
ETC., ETC.

ILLUSTRATED BY JOHN M'LENAN.

Printed from the Manuscript and early Proof—sheets purchased by the Proprietors of "Harper's Weekly."

CHAPTER VII.

EARLY the next morning Miss Garth and Norah met in the garden, and spoke together privately. The only noticeable result of the interview, when they presented themselves at the breakfast-table, appeared in the marked silence which they both maintained on the topic of the theatrical performance. Mrs. Vanstone was entirely indebted to her husband and to her youngest daughter for all that she heard of the evening's

entertainment. The governess and the elder daughter had evidently determined on letting the subject drop.

After breakfast was over, Magdalen proved to be missing when the ladies assembled as usual in the morning-room. Her habits were so little regular that Mrs. Vanstone felt neither surprise nor uneasiness at her absence. Miss Garth and Norah looked at one another significantly, and waited in silence. Two hours passed, and there were no signs of Magdalen. Norah rose as the clock struck twelve, and quietly left the room to look for her.

She was not up stairs, dusting her jewelry and disarranging her dresses. She was not in the conservatory, not in the flower-garden; not in the kitchen, teasing the cook; not in the yard, playing with the dogs. Had she by any chance gone out with her father? Mr. Vanstone had announced his intention, at the breakfast-table, of paying a morning visit to his old ally, Mr. Clare, and of rousing the philosopher's sarcastic indignation by an account of the dramatic performance. None of the other ladies at Combe-Raven ever ventured themselves inside the cottage. But Magdalen was reckless enough for any thing, and Magdalen might have gone there. As the idea occurred to her Norah entered the shrubbery.

At the second turning, where the path among the trees wound away out of sight of the house, she came suddenly face to face with Magdalen and Frank: they were sauntering toward her arm in arm, their heads close together, their conversation apparently proceeding in whispers. They looked suspiciously handsome and happy. At the sight of Norah both started, and both stopped. Frank confusedly raised his hat, and turned back in the direction of his father's cottage. Magdalen advanced to meet her sister, carelessly swinging her closed parasol from side to side, carelessly humming an air from the

LIEUTENANT MORRIS, U.S.N., COMMANDER OF THE "CUMBERLAND."—[PHOTOGRAPHED BY BRADY.]

"COME," SHE SAID, "GIVE ME A KISS, NORAH, AND MAKE IT UP."