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Page) He commenced his military service as Colonel of the Twelfth
Regiment Maine Volunteers. This regiment was designed from the outset to
constitute a portion of
General Butler's New England Division. The Report of the
Adjutant-General of Maine states that, "upon the nomination of General Butler,
Hon. George F. Shepley, of Portland,, long District Attorney of the United
States, and whose reputation as one of the ablest and most eloquent lawyers in
New England is too well known to require mention here, was appointed Colonel of
this regiment. The clothing, uniforms, equipment, and complete outfit of this
regiment were got up by Colonel
Shepley's direction and under his constant
supervision, and are equal if not superior to those of any regiment in the
His administration of the
difficult duties of Military Commandant of
New Orleans—which office may be said
to include that of Mayor, District Judge, and Sheriff—has called forth the warm
admiration of the people of the city, who divide the praise between the justice,
impartiality, and amount of business General Shepley performs. Under his
administration a crevasse above the city, supposed at the time to be
irreparable, has been stopped, which saved the rear of Carrollton and New
Orleans from overflow. A commission has been established to clean the city and
help the poor by judicious remunerative labor. For five hours of the day, at the
Mayor's office, General Shepley hears complaints, and listens with patience to
the petition of citizens, corporations, and helpless people impoverished by the
rebellion; and these duties he performs in addition to his military
MAJOR-GENERAL L. WALLACE.
whose portrait we reproduce on
page 433, has been, we believe, a lawyer by
trade, and a citizen of Indianapolis, Indiana. When the rebellion broke out, in
April, 1861, he raised a regiment which was afterward known as the Eleventh
Indiana Volunteers. They were Zouaves, and their friends claimed that they were
more perfect in the Zouave drill than any other regiment in the service. When
they were mustered in, at Indianapolis, Colonel Wallace made the whole regiment
kneel before the State House and take a solemn oath to "remember Buena
Vista"—Jeff Davis having, as is said, cast imputations of cowardice upon the
Indiana Regiments at Buena Vista. The Eleventh Indiana saw some service during
their three months' campaign. They were at the capture of Romney and other
affairs in Western Virginia. At the expiration of their term of service Colonel
Wallace reorganized them for the war, and they were sent to
Missouri. On the
increase of the army of the West, Colonel Wallace was appointed Brigadier under
General P. F. Smith, and was in command for some time at Smithland, Kentucky. He
made several important reconnoissances at this time, and attracted so much
attention by his skill and daring that he was soon promoted to the command of a
division. At the storming of
Fort Donelson he distinguished himself
conspicuously, and was therefore promoted to a Major-Generalship. He again did
good service on the second day's fight at
Pittsburg Landing. After the
Corinth his division was ordered to
Memphis, which place they
reached a few days since. General Wallace's first act, on assuming command at
Memphis, was to put a stop to the secession gabble of the Memphis Argos. Of all
the Western officers General Wallace is perhaps the most popular with his men.
Of his strictness as a
disciplinarian our correspondent tells a good story, In camp near Pittsburg he
met one day four of his soldiers carrying to their tent half an ox, which they
had appropriated. He ordered each of the men by turns to carry the half ox on
his shoulders round a tree for an hour—the performance to last a whole day in
the broiling sun. He then compelled them the next day to fan the carcass, so as
to keep off the flies. And on the third day he had them bury it with appropriate
ceremonies. The amusement this affair caused in camp may well be imagined.
THE BATTLE OF ST. CHARLES,
WE publish on
page 433 an
illustration of the BATTLE AT ST. CHARLES, on the White River, Arkansas, on 17th
June. Our gun-boats ascended the river, discovered a rebel battery, and
commenced to bombard it, when a shot pierced the steam-drum of the Mound City,
and caused the death of most of her officers and crew. On seeing this, Colonel
Fitch, who accompanied the boats with a land force, immediately stormed the
rebel works. The following official reports convey an idea of the affair:
ST. CHARLES, WHITE RIVER,
ARKANSAS, June 17,
CAIRO, June 21, 1862.
E. M. Stanton, Secretary
On arriving eight miles below
here last evening we ascertained that the enemy had two batteries here,
supported by a force, number unknown, of infantry.
A combined attack was made at
seven o'clock A.M. today. The regiment under my command (Forty-sixth Indiana)
landed two and a half miles below the battery, and skirmishers were thrown out,
who drove in the enemy's pickets.
The gun-boats then moved up and
opened on their batteries. A rifled shot from one of the batteries penetrated
the steam-drum of the Mound City, disabling, by scalding, most of her crew.
Apprehensive that some similar
accident might happen to the other gun-boats, and thus leave my small force
without their support, I signaled the gun-boats to cease firing, and we would
storm the battery. They ceased at exactly the right moment, and my men carried
the battery gallantly. The infantry were driven from the support of the guns,
the gunners shot at their pests, their commanding officer, Freye (formerly of
the United States Navy), wounded and captured, and eight brass and iron guns,
with ammunition, captured.
The enemy's loss is unknown. We
have buried seven or eight of their dead, and other dead and wounded are being
The casualties among my own
command are small, the only real loss being from the escaping steam in the Mound
City. She will probably be
repaired and ready to proceed with us up the river to-morrow.
A full report will be made as
early as possible. Very respectfully,
G. N. FITCH,
Colonel commanding Forty-sixth
UNITED STATES FLAG-STEAMER
"BENTON," MEMPHIS, June 19, via CAIRO, June 21, 1862.
Hon. Gideon Welles, Secretary of
The gun-boat Conestoga, returning
from the White River, reports the capture of two batteries, mounting seven guns,
at St. Charles, 80 miles from the mouth of the river. The attack was commenced
by Captain Kelty in the gun-boats, who silenced the first battery. The second
battery was gallantly carried by Colonel G. N. Fitch, at the head of the
Forty-sixth Indiana Volunteers.
A shot caused the explosion of
the steam-drum of the Mound City, by which the greater part of her officers and
crew were killed and wounded,
I write by today's mail.
C. H. Davis, Flag-officer.
The following, from the Tribune
correspondence, relates the sufferings of the poor fellows on board the Mound
The gun-deck was covered with
miserable, perishing wretches. Some of the officers who were in the cabins
rushed out frantic with pain, to fall in writhing tortures beside some poor
though fortunate fellow who had just breathed his last.
The close and burning atmosphere
of the vessel was rent with cries, and prayers, and groans, and curses—a
Pandemonium of torture and despair.
They suffered, writhed, and
twisted like a coil of serpents over burning fagots; but many, who were less
injured than others, felt even in that hour the instinct of self-preservation,
and, running to the ports, leaped out into the river. The water for a while
relieved them of their pain, and they struck out bravely for the shore opposite
the fortifications, or for the Conestoga or Lexington, perhaps half a mile in
Then—I blush to name it, and
think I am an American —while the poor, scalded fellows were struggling in the
river, prompted by an involuntary instinct, when their condition would have
appealed to the most barbarous of barbarians, and melted the stoniest heart, our
enemies, the self-asserted types of courage and chivalry, turned the guns of the
upper and lower batteries upon the unfortunates in the river, and sent more than
one noble spirit to its rest.
Not satisfied with this, a
detachment of sharp-shooters left the second work that the Mound City and St.
Louis had been engaging, and, proceeding down to the river bank, deliberately
fired again and again at the Union men.
Every few moments some poor
wretch would throw up his hands as a bullet struck him, and go down, leaving a
crimson hue upon the water from the wound that had let out his painful life.
THE ARMY OF THE POTOMAC.
WE publish on pages 440 and 441 a
large drawing illustrating A BAYONET CHARGE; on
page 436 an illustration of the
SURGEON AT WORK at the rear during a battle; and on page 437 A BIRDS-EYE
RICHMOND AND THE VICINITY, showing the
James River, the bridges across it, the
fortifications erected by the rebels, and the country over which
McClellan is so
steadily and surely pushing his way onward.
The two former drawings are by
Mr. Winslow Homer, who spent some time with the
army of the Potomac,
and drew his figures from life. The Bayonet Charge is one of the most spirited
pictures ever published in this country. It is notorious to military men that
soldiers seldom actually cross bayonets with each other in battle. Before the
regiment which is charging reaches its antagonist, the latter usually seeks
safety in flight. All the strength and all the bravery in the world will not
protect a man from being run through the body by a bayonet if he stands still
while it approaches him end on. It is said that during the Peninsular war there
was an occasion on which the British and French armies actually crossed
bayonets, and at Inkerman one of the Russian Regiments is said to have stood
still while it was charged by an English regiment. At
Fairoaks the rebels almost
invariably broke and fled before our bayonets reached them. In one or two
instances, however, there were hand-to-hand tussles at particular points. One of
these is realized in our picture.
The "Surgeon at Work" introduces
us to the most painful scene on the battle-field. Away in the rear, under the
green flag, which is always respected among civilized soldiers, the surgeon and
his assistants receive the poor wounded soldiers, and swiftly minister to their
needs. Arteries are tied, ligatures and tourniquets applied, flesh wounds
hastily dressed, broken limbs set, and sometimes, where haste is essential,
amputations performed within sight and sound of the cannon. Of all officers the
surgeon is often the one who requires most nerve and most courage. The swaying
tide of battle frequently makes him a prisoner, and sometimes brutal soldiers
will take a flying shot at him as they pass. Upon his coolness and judgment
depend the lives of a large proportion of the wounded; and if they fall into the
enemy's hands, military rule requires that he should accompany them as a
prisoner. An arrangement has lately been made between General Howell Cobb, of
the rebel army, and Colonel Keys, of the army of the Potomac, by which surgeons
are to be considered non-combatants and released from custody as soon as their
wounded are in the hands of the surgeons of the enemy.
MAJOR-GENERAL, JOHN POPE, who has
just been appointed to the command of the Army of Virginia, to operate in the
Shenandoah Valley, was born in Kentucky, about the year 1822. He entered the
Military Academy at West Point from Illinois in 1838, and graduated in 1842 as
Second Lieutenant of Topographical Engineers. He was in the Mexican war, and at
Monterey so distinguished himself that he obtained his First Lieutenancy. Again
at Buena Vista he won laurels and the brevet rank of Captain. He was still a
Captain when the rebellion broke out, and was one of the officers appointed by
the War Department to escort
President Lincoln to Washington. He was loyal, and
was soon after the inauguration appointed to a command in Missouri. Bands of
marauders were at that time overrunning the State, burning bridges, robbing
Union men, and firing into army trains. General Pope inaugurated the plan of
making each county
responsible for outbreaks
occurring therein. An attack having subsequently been made by the rebels on a
body of Union men, General Pope assessed the damage at a given sum, ordered the
county to pay it on a day fixed, and, when the county officials showed a
disposition to trifle with him, seized property and produce enough to pay the
amount required. He was subsequently appointed by
General Halleck to the command
of Central Missouri, and effected several important seizures of rebel arms and
supplies, which rendered it necessary for
General Price to fall back. When
General Curtis was sent in pursuit of Price, General Pope was dispatched to
Commerce, Missouri, where he organized with remarkable dispatch a compact army
of about 12,000 men, and marched through the swamp to the rear of New Madrid. He
took the place by a brilliant dash, seizing a large quantity of arms and
munitions of war: then, conjointly with the mortar and gun-boat fleet, laid
siege to Island No. 10. The siege might have been indefinitely prolonged but for
"a transverse movement" undertaken by General Pope. He cut a canal through the
swamp and bayou, through which a gun-boat and transports were sent to him from
above. This enabled him to cross the river, and to bag the entire rebel army at
Island No. 10. General Pope was subsequently ordered to reinforce General
Corinth. His was the first corps to enter the place after the
evacuation, and he pursued the flying force of
Beauregard for forty miles,
capturing large stores of ammunition and a large number of prisoners.
He has just arrived at
Washington, and received the command of the Army of Virginia, with
Banks, and McDowell under him. We give his portrait on page 445.
ESCAPE OF CONTRABANDS.
page 444 we publish a picture
illustrating the ESCAPE OF SIX CONTRABANDS from the coast of Florida to the
United States bark Kingfisher, doing blockading duty. The author of the sketch
thus describes it:
UNITED STATES BARK
BLOCKADING OFF ST. MARKS,
FLORIDA, April 30, 1862.
To the Editor of
I beg to transmit to you,
herewith inclosed, a rough sketch of contrabands escaping to this vessel (on the
17th of April), with the St. Marks River and Light-house in the distance. They
were six in number, almost entirely in a nude state. They state that they ran
away some months ago, and had subsisted on what wild hog they could run down,
and the roots and herbs that grew around in the bush and swamp. Their sail
consisted of an old flannel blanket, and the old coat at the mast-dread
signified, I presume, a flag of truce. Should you deem it worthy of publication
it is at your disposal.
Very respectfully, your obedient
servant, WILLIAM O. JUBE, Assistant-Paymaster.
DECATUR, ILLINOIS, June 19, 1862.
To the Editor of Harper's Weekly.
DEAR SIR,—A Southerner by birth,
lineage, and education, a slaveholder, the son and grandson of slaveholders,
having just escaped from the land of despotism and blood, I hasten to thank you
for your just appreciation of the difficulties of this mortal crisis that is now
upon us, and for the sound advice you give the Government. Your remarks upon
Slavery attack my interests; but I am not one of those who balance their
interests with the welfare of their country. I can forgive your hostility to
Slavery on account of your unswerving support of the Government in the hour of
its trial. You say that the United States Government must show that it is the
strongest, and that it is determined. O say it again and again, and let the
faltering, despairing Union men of the South take hope! You seem to think
disparagingly and doubtingly of Southern Union sentiment. In this you are
mistaken. You know not the doubts and fears that have strangled the hopes of
Southern Union men. Remember the cowardly articles that have appeared in certain
lukewarm or traitorous Northern papers; and Vallandigham—O the villain!—his
speeches scattered broadcast over the South by exultant secession papers; and
then the sufferings of the people of East Tennessee, and the extraordinary
course of the Government in dealing with traitors—weak, irresolute, and
self-doubting—allowing men boldly to refuse to swear allegiance, and then walk
abroad among and taunt and threaten loyal citizens. Why, a man was actually
beaten nearly to death upon the landing of the United States troops at Memphis
for shouting for the Union, and that too within forty feet of the Union
soldiers, who had no orders to interfere. And two old men, unable to restrain
their enthusiasm upon the same occasion, were threatened with death in my
hearing by blood-thirsty secessionists, standing around with Colt's repeaters in
their bosoms. The Government must show itself the strongest, and that it is in
earnest, and tens of thousands of Union men wilt rush to welcome its authority
and take up arms for it. Did not forty men volunteer in Conway County, Arkansas,
a few days ago, to General Curtis's army? The Union men of the South have been
ground down to the dust, their hearts crushed so long that they are slow to hope
again. If you could only know how certainly and remorselessly every expression
of Union sentiment has been punished, you would no longer wonder at their
hesitancy. Did you ever reflect what a tremendous engine of power Fear was? How
did Robespierre hold France trembling at his feet, every one praying for his
death, yet none daring to strike? And the Dictator Francia, bow did he hold
Paraguay paralyzed for twenty-five years? I used to read, when a boy, of the
Reign of Terror of the French Revolution; but little did I dream that I should
ever witness its parallel in America. No, Sir, you are mistaken. Tens of
thousands, yea, hundreds of thousands of loyal hearts unceasingly pray for the
approach of the Flag of the Union, silently and tremblingly, but none the less
Do you not know that two-thirds
at least of the people of the South are non-slaveholders? And can you believe
that they are willing, or ever were willing, to fight a long bloody war on
account of Slavery? Many were deceived by adroit and eloquent demagogues into
not voting at all; some few into voting for secession: and in some States,
particularly North Carolina and Tennessee, they were hurried and bullied into
secession. And in Arkansas the Convention, after having been elected as pledged
to the Union by an overwhelming majority, voted the State out of the Union and
never submitted their action to the people. Sixty-five men, acting without
authority or sanction for sixty-five thousand! Many of my intimate friends urged
me to go with them. I told them no, they never could get my assistance to ruin
my country. My constant reply was,
"Did you ever know a revolution
to succeed that did not spring from the hearts of the people?" Remember, they
only volunteered for twelve months. Did that look like zeal or sincerity? In
most cases they volunteered to escape the draft with which they were constantly
threatened. And their refusal to re-enlist produced the infamous conscription
law. And they pray for the advance of the Union flag, for they know that nothing
else can stop this bloody war and relieve them from intolerable military
despotism. O, then, keep it before the people and Government of the United
States, that the Government must show itself the strongest! If 500 or 1000
leading men in the South could be banished, or got out of the way, the people
would return to their allegiance immediately.
Yours truly, E. MEREDITH.
BY WILLIAM WINTER.
Now she lies here dead before
Still and cold as any stone;
Now the dreadful grief broods
Desolate and all alone;
Now that all of passion's past,
It is well we meet at last.
Daytime—but you would not know
And the summer sun is bright
As the visions of a poet—
And she only died last night !—
Ah, it is a sorry jest,
All these things are for the
Say you loved her, loved her
With the purest faith of man,
Sacrificing all things duly,
As a noble lover can;
Yet she made you—yes, I see—
Just the thing you ought to be.
Loved her? Bah! your truth and
And your manhood, what were they?
Stand up here and look upon her!
'Tis a pretty piece of clay:—
Others, quite as kind and true,
Loved her quite as well as you.
But they spoke not and were
Though perchance she knew as
For she had an arch adviser,
One whose home is down in hell.
Oh, but she was wondrous fair:
Look, how she is sleeping there.
See, I pity you, poor dreamer;
I, whom you have hated long;
And I will not make it seem her
Guilt, that she has done you
She was heavenly—like a star—
She was what the angels are!
Hope, I say; and when you meet
With them in the Eden Plain,
Clasp her to your soul and greet
With a talk of splendid pain;—
Tell her, in yon starry cope,
How I told you words of hope.
Time and tide flow on forever;
Pleasure alternates with pain;
Life is restless with endeavor;
Sad with loss, and sweet with
But there is no settled bliss
In this world for only this.
For around us are the curses,
And the tumult and the roar;
We are jostled in our hearses
As we always were before.
Only those surpass the strife
Who attain the higher life.
Look up bravely. Say I cheered
Standing here beside this corse;
Say it was her love endeared you;
Tell her of my wild remorse.
Tell her, howsoe'er you will,
Ruined, lost, I love her still!
Not for me is any morrow,
Crown of love or crown of fame:
I will tread this mighty sorrow
In the mire of sensual shame:
I will grovel in the earth,
Wasting toward a lower birth.
There is nothing makes me
Nothing that I fear to do;
But so gently I dissemble,
You would never think it true.
'Tis no matter: best be gay,
Playing out a foolish play.
Mock you? Is your heart so
Was it nothing to be blest
With that very precious token
That she loved you like the rest?
Nothing, that she gave her vow?—
No, I do not mock you now.
In a world of commonplaces,
Empty hearts and shallow brains,
Flaunting fools with painted
Black desires and crimson stains—
Well enough as such things go,
That sweet grief should tempt you
Hope, I say, till you receive
Hope, for we are only men.
Put her in the grave, and leave
Just your heart to keep till
So—my blessing—for I knew
Just how good she was to you!