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"Don't thank him, Maud. It is a
libel. Jane Eyre was most unwomanly."
Paul's eyes began to sparkle.
"Your reason, Miss Varian."
"The book itself. As an example,
the scene in the garden where she confesses her love to Mr. Rochester. Till a
man confesses himself, I think it unfeminine even to have questioned one's self
about him; but to love while yet unasked is, to my thinking, impossible for a
true woman, though, of course, I don't speak ex cathedra."
"It is then an exchange, in which
the lady is specially cautious of being cheated."
"I deny it," broke in Maud.
"There is no law that says a woman shall not dare to reverence, to admire, to
love, whatever is pure and noble, spontaneously, involuntarily, as does a man.
Pride, delicacy, instinct, will indeed control and mask its expression, lest the
thought of her should be profaned in the heart of some man who knows not
properly how to reverence her; but to sit cowardly down, and when a heart and
hand are offered, affect surprise and take it, as of gratitude, or expediency,
or because convinced by reasoning, is not womanliness, but hypocrisy or
self-deception. For it is scarcely possible that man should love, and woman
should be unconscious. Even if too weak to dare ask the verdict of our heart, if
we find a thing lovable we love; if strength, or rest, or knowledge that we
crave, we take it in virtue of the very necessity of our nature. We drink in
light and air without reasoning, and involuntarily our moral nature also takes
its light and life. Right, honor, possibility, external circumstances determine
its expression; but its receiving or its rejection is not of ourselves, or
within our province, or subject to any law but that of God."
"Bravo!" said Paul.
"Maud thinks best to define her
position," returned Esther, with a world of scornful meaning.
"By way of contrast," retorted
Esther colored to the temples.
Mark came and sat down by Maud.
"Have I offended? You have
scarcely looked toward me to-day."
"It must have been that you were
not within my range of vision."
"Be it so. You are in arrears,
then, for a whole morning's kindly notice. Will you come and play chess?"
Maud rose, and in so doing
dropped her gloves. Paul picked them up and placed them in his breast.
"I will keep these as hostages,"
he said, significantly.
Then came now a time of much
self-questioning and self-communing with Maud; for certain it was that, do or
speak what or with whom she would, the consciousness of Paul attended her: not
always strictly expressed in her thought, but always felt; besetting her in the
morning, and going with her through the day; and thus submitting to a stronger
will and a fixed purpose, masked under an almost womanish gentleness, she stood
affrighted, fancying this new frame of mind a moral monstrosity, and blamed
herself; and when she detected in herself a relish for this submission she
despised herself and rebelled, only to be conquered anew. So wise was she in
theory, so simple in practice!
All this fighting in secret wore
on her, and just as the two weeks came to an end one of her headaches seized
upon her. Now Maud's headaches were not affairs of eau de Cologne and a few
hours; so finding one at hand she at once relinquished all thought of the
mountain party, so long discussed, and sat quietly down to suffer. Paul came to
her in the library, where she had ensconsed herself as the coolest and most
quiet spot, and seeing her face white and drawn with suffering, was moved with
"Poor child! let me stay with
you," he said, earnestly. "You look as if you needed nursing."
But she motioned him away.
"By no means. You can do nothing;
and I am better alone."
He stool a moment, looking
obstinate, and as if about to contest the point.
"Go, please, go!" she urged.
He went at that, and her
countenance fell; for all the while she wished him to stay, as he might have
known. He could be inflexible enough when he chose. What made him, on a sudden,
so yielding? He had chatted much with Esther Varian of late. Perhaps she coupled
the facts together and fretted over it; be that as it may, her headache grew
About noon, as she sat there,
propped against pillows and her hands pressed hard over her temples, some one
opened the door quietly, and coming to her side laid a palm cool as ice upon her
forehead. At that she opened her eyes. "Mr. Drysdale! I thought that you had
gone!" And then the sudden start and speaking cost her such a throb of pain
that, spite of herself, she cried out. Paul went for Cologne and ice-water,
brushed back the soft hair, and bathed her temples, saying,
"It seems you are not better
alone, after all."
"It is very disagreeable to
deprive you of your pleasure."
"I give you no thanks for such
consideration. I did not choose to be so deprived, and so remained at home in
spite of you."
Maud was silent.
"Are you better? Does your head
"Yes," she whispered, trying to
remove his hands, for it had occurred to her that Paul might not be the most
fitting nurse, and that she should have suffered martyrdom in the name of
propriety rather than his attentions.
"What is it? am I awkward? don't
I help you?" asked Paul, affecting stolidity.
"Oh no; but—"
"Hush, then; you are talking
yourself into a fever. Your cheeks are flushing already."
She was quiet a little longer,
then made another move.
"I am better now, thank you."
"Well enough to hear me talk?"
"Have you remembered that to-day
I am to tell you of what I was thinking under the old walnut-tree?"
"Yes," very faintly, and turning
her head quite away, till only the tip of a little ear was visible.
"Shall I tell you?"
"If you choose."
"Then you are no longer curious?"
"I conclude, then, that you have
divined it. Is it so?"
She was silent.
"Tell me," he said, bending over
her and speaking earnestly, "have you thought that, looking at you that day, I
knew that the liking I had always felt for you had ripened into love, so that as
you trembled when I held your hand, that I was vowing to myself so one day to
hold it and call it mine? If so, then you already know what you were so curious
to hear that day."
Maud answered only by nestling
her head deeper in the pillow.
"Are you angry? shall I go away?"
She put out her hand, and, taking
his, laid it under her soft cheek. That was her answer, and Paul desired no
WE publish on pages 520 and 521 a
group of pictures from sketches by Mr. A. R. Waud, illustrating the recent
Maryland campaign. That campaign, though now over, is so recent, and was so
eventful, that the public will be glad to see it once more described with the
pencil. Mr. Waud writes:
"The first sketch shows the pass
through Thornton's Gap, in South Mountains, with the New York militia hurrying
home on the news of the riots. The next one, a view looking up the Potomac River
at Williamsport, showing where the rebels forded with their wagons. The little
sketch on the right, 'Pontoon Bridge' at Falling Waters; not a miserable bridge
as has been reported, but a very well-built one of boats like ours, painted
" 'Prisoners Marching to
Frederick' describes itself. As these fellows marched in by thousands, great
excitement was produced in Frederick City and neighboring country.
"The charge of the 6th was a very
gallant affair up a hill and over the rifle-pits and ditches of the enemy's
rear-guard. A major, other officers, and a number of men were killed and
wounded, but they took a large number of the enemy's soldiers.
"The bridge over the Monocacy, on
the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, was destroyed last year by the rebels. In their
recent raid into Maryland the
Stuart cavalry did not venture to approach it.
"The sketch of Emmettsburg shows
the burned district, and the rebels driving herds of captured horses through the
"On the field of battle it is a
common thing for the rebel wounded to get up, and holding up their hands in
token of submission, run into our lines to get attended to by our surgeons,
which they prefer to experiencing the tender mercies of their own."
SIEGE OF CHARLESTON.
WE publish on
page 516 a
BIRDS-EYE VIEW OF THE ENVIRONS OF CHARLESTON, showing the sea-islands on which
Gilmore's army is contending with the enemy; and on
page 517 a number of views
on Morris, Seabrook, and other islands where our troops are encamped.
The following extract from the
Herald correspondence will enable our readers to form an idea of the present
condition of affairs on Morris Island:
There is a continual and
uninterrupted heavy artillery duel going on night and day between
Fort Johnson, and the new batteries erected near it, the work on
Point, called Battery Gregg, and Fort Wagner, and our batteries, aided by the
iron-clads, which daily practice on Fort Wagner and Battery Gregg, occasionally
exchanging a shot with Sumter.
The new rebel batteries on James
Island, which have either been built within the past fortnight or have long been
masked, now occasion us at times a little annoyance, but do not interrupt the
steady advance and progress of our works. They have several large sea-coast
mortars in position and they manage to explode their shells high in the air over
our trenches, and now and then, but very rarely, inflict injuries on our gallant
troops who wield the spade and pick as well as they have the musket. Fort
Wagner, when not kept silent by the iron-clads and our mortar and rifle
batteries, directs a sharp fire of canister and grape on our working parties,
making the air above them vocal with the nondescript missiles they favor us
with. The rebels seem to have a peculiar relish for broken bottles and
glassware, old bits of crockery, rusty nails, fragments of cooking utensils and
all sorts of odds and ends which may inflict wounds, and these missiles they
pour into our lines with an intense zest and no little spite. Some of our men
have been wounded by these novel projectiles, and in a few instances quite
seriously. The rebel stock of iron is quite limited, we must infer from the
above facts, or they have chosen to use substitutes for the ordinary missile
which render wounds more serious and more apt to occasion death eventually. In
either case the show is not at all favorable to the rebels.
Our lines were advanced a few
days since several hundred yards, and our extreme front is now within less than
five hundred yards of Fort Wagner, and our
sharp-shooters are now so close to
the rebel work that they pick off any gunner who attempts to level the large
pieces bearing on our trenches.
The rebels in Wagner closed up
the embrasures on the southern face of the work three days ago, and have
remained silent until this morning at daylight, when they cleared the embrasures
and developed the fact that they had five guns in position, two of them being
new ones, from which they opened a hot fire on our working parties, and
occasioned no little annoyance. Our batteries replied instantly, and a sharp
contest ensued. The rebels kept up the fire with great warmth, and not until one
of the Monitors and the New Ironsides had shelled them heartily did they desert
their guns and take to their bomb-proofs, where they now lie secure. Our work
then went on as rapidly and quietly as ever.
Of Fort Wagner the same
Fort Wagner is an irregular
bastioned work, situated on the northern end of Morris Island, two thousand five
hundred yards distant from Fort Sumter. It is composed entirely of sand, which,
beyond doubt, is the best material to withstand the effect of shell. Its
armament is six guns; but three guns have recently been mounted on the sea face
to annoy the Monitors. On the southern face of the work all the obstructions
that engineering skill can devise have been placed so as to annoy our troops in
case of an assault.
On the northern side of the work
there has been erected a musketry parapet, which not only commands the approach
from the northward, but enables its garrison to be sheltered in event of our
troops gaining an admittance to the interior. It has its ravelins, galleries,
and covered ways, and upon the whole is a very formidable work. The magazine is
situated in the southern centre of the outward portion of the work, and although
exposed to the fire of our iron-clads, it is so well built as to defy the
projectiles which have already struck it.
CAPT. JOHN RODGERS, U.S.N.
CAPTAIN JOHN RODGERS, of the
Weehawken, whose portrait we give on
page 525, is the son of that gallant and
distinguished officer, Commodore John Rodgers, one of the fathers of the
American navy. A native of Maryland, he entered the navy at an early age, in
1828, and from the first exhibited that zeal and ability for which he has since
been so distinguished. He saw much service in the grades of Midshipman and
Lieutenant; and for two years was engaged in active boat service on the coast of
Florida against the Seminole Indians, and in the Coast Survey. In 1852 he was
appointed second in command of the North Pacific and Behring Straits Exploring
Expedition, and succeeded to the command on the return to the United States—in
consequence of severe illness—of his superior officer, Captain (now Commodore)
Ringgold. He performed the arduous duty that devolved upon him in a manner
creditable to himself and to the entire satisfaction of the Government, taking
his vessel, the Vincennes, farther into the Arctic region than a ship of war had
ever before penetrated. On the return of the expedition, in 1856, Commander
Rodgers, who had been promoted during his absence, was engaged in preparing the
charts and report of his explorations. When in 1858 we had a threatened
difficulty with England, in consequence of the boarding and searching of
American vessels in the West Indies and Gulf, Commander Rodgers immediately
applied for active service, and was appointed to the Water Witch, and proceeded
to the Gulf. The difficulty, however, was arranged, and Commander Rodgers
returned to his Arctic charts. When the rebellion broke out he again promptly
applied for active service, and, with other officers both of the army and navy,
was sent to Norfolk, to attempt saving the vessels there. Too late for that,
Commander Rodgers, with Captain (now General) Wright, of the Engineers, was
assigned to the difficult and dangerous duty of blowing up the Dry Dock. After
making the necessary preliminary arrangements, the detachment that had
accompanied them was sent back to the boats, and the two officers, with a single
sailor, remained to apply the match on the appointed signal. Commander Rodgers
told the Lieutenant who took back the men that he thought there was but little
chance of escape for those that remained, owing to the distance from the boats
and the intervention of the ship-houses, which, when in flames, would cut off
their retreat. The event justified this opinion, but the two officers escaped by
the land-gate, and with their solitary seaman seized a small boat and attempted
to pull down the harbor, but a heavy fire of musketry from the shore compelled
them to surrender, and they were sent to Richmond as prisoners; where, however,
they were kindly treated and soon released, as Virginia had not then passed the
On his return to Washington
Commander Rodgers was appointed to the important and highly responsible duty of
creating a naval force on the Western rivers. Every thing in the way of buying,
building, arming, equipping, and organizing had to be done, and he entered on
this duty with all the zeal of a man whose soul was in his work. The purchased
gun-boats, properly prepared, were already in active service, and the iron-clads
rapidly progressing to completion, when he was relieved by Captain (the late and
lamented Admiral) Foote. This change was made at the request of
who subsequently expressed great regret, saying it arose from error, from false
representations of contractors, and he urged Commander Rodgers to accept the
place on his staff of executive officer for naval affairs connected with his
movements. This was declined, and on his return East he was appointed to the
steamer Flag, then off
Charleston, and sailed in
Admiral DuPont's flag-ship,
the Wabash, on the Port Royal expedition. He commanded a flotilla sent up to reconnoitre the harbor before the action, which was engaged with Tatnall's
mosquito fleet. In the attack on Port Royal the services of Commander Rodgers
were alluded to by Admiral Du Pont in the warmest terms; and as a mark of
distinction he was sent ashore to ascertain if the forts had surrendered, and
with his own hands hoisted the Union flag on the soil of South Carolina for the
first time since it had been torn down at Sumter.
Proceeding in the Flag to
Savannah River, he ascertained the rebels had left Tybee Island, and landing
there he took possession of it, and handed it over to the army, again himself
hoisting the Stars and Stripes on the soil of Georgia, for the first time since
the act of secession. Several hazardous and daring night boat expeditions placed
Commander Rodgers in possession of much valuable information connected with Fort
Pulaski, and the data he furnished greatly aided General Gilmore in the capture
of that important fort.
The Flag, needing repairs, was
ordered to the North; and while those went on, rather than be idle, Commander
Rodgers, at the request of General M'Clellan, joined his staff to assist in
embarking and landing his troops for York River. He was then appointed to the
Galena, an iron-clad on a new model, but which proved to be a lamentable
failure. In command of the James River flotilla, composed, among other vessels,
of the original Monitor, he was ordered to proceed to Richmond. After attacking
and silencing several forts on his way he reached the obstructions just above
Fort Darling, on Drury's Bluff, consisting of three rows of sunken vessels,
secured by piles and chains. The Monitor could not elevate her guns to reach the
batteries, and had to drop down for nearly a
mile, and the fire was thus
concentrated on the
Galena, which sustained the unequal fight for three hours
and a half, and when she retired had but five cartridges left for her great
guns, and not a loaded shell. This was one of the severest, if not the severest,
fight of the war. In the late capture of the Atlanta she surrendered after five
shots; but the Galena was pierced by forty-six of those heavy shot and shells,
was greatly cut up, and had fifteen of her crew killed outright, besides the
wounded. Among the latter was Commander Rodgers, slightly, from two pieces of
shell. Though pronounced unseaworthy by a survey, the Galena remained in the
river, and during the fight of Malvern Hills she took part in that contest,
firing by signal among the rebel troops, and rendering most essential service,
as was warmly acknowledged by
General McClellan in his official dispatches.
Transferred to the new iron-clad
Weehawken, and promoted to the rank of Captain, he, on his passage from New York
Fortress Monroe, encountered one of the most severe storms ever experienced
on our coast. Fearing for the safety of his tow, a side-wheel steamer, he cast
her off, and ordered her to make a harbor at Delaware Breakwater, which she
reached with difficulty; but the Weehawken, though having the same place of
refuge, continued on, and came safely into Hampton Roads, to the agreeable
surprise of all who knew she was out in that storm. This proof of the sea-going
qualities of that class of vessels gave great satisfaction to the Navy
Department, being considered of as much importance as a naval victory; for it
restored the confidence of officers and men in those iron-clads as sea-going
vessels which had been destroyed by the then recent foundering of the Monitor in
a much less violent storm.
Attached to the squadron of
Admiral Du Pont, he was selected to lead the iron-clads in the attack on Forts
Sumter and Moultrie and the other batteries at Charleston. The little squadron,
with the Weehawken in the van, was allowed to proceed unmolested until that
vessel reached a certain buoy, on which point all the rebel guns had been
trained; and then, at the same instant, three hundred of the heaviest cannon
opened upon the devoted vessel. Such was this furious attack that the spray
thrown up hid the hull of the Weehawken from the sight of the spectators, who at
one moment thought she was sunk; but she bore it all, and with her consorts
continued to return the fire, calmly and steadily progressing on till she
reached the sunken obstructions, through which he vainly attempted to find a
possible passage. The general fight was continued until the recall signal was
made, and as the Weehawken was bringing up the rear while retiring Fort Sumter
complimented her by two or three parting shot; and, not to be outdone in
courtesy, the Weehawken was slowly turned round, and approaching nearer, gave
the fort a 15-inch solid shot, which was the last gun fired on either side.
Never before were any vessels exposed to such a fire; and what that little fleet
of iron-clads sustained would have utterly destroyed in half the time the
immense fleet that Nelson had at Trafalgar.
The next service of Captain
Rodgers was the recent capture of the iron-clad Atlanta. This vessel of 2000
tons, formerly the Fingal, had been prepared with great care and at immense
expense, on the plan of the Merrimac. For months she had been a thorn in the
side of Admiral Du Pont, fearing a raid upon our wooden blockaders. Hearing she
was positively coming out, the Weehawken, Captain Rodgers, and the Nahant,
Commander Downes, were sent to watch her. The Atlanta came out in full belief
and expectation of capturing both vessels, and suddenly appeared upon them in
the first gray of the morning, and at once opened her fire. The Weehawken did
not return it till within 300 yards, when, as the Atlanta rounded to to fire her
broadside, the Weehawken opened with her 15-inch gun, throwing a solid shot of
440 pounds. Only five shots were fired when the Atlanta surrendered, before the
Nahant, who was gallantly trying to get close alongside, had fired a shot. The
first shot from the Weehawken virtually settled the result. Though her
iron-plated roof presented an angle of only about thirty degrees, the shot did
not glance, but penetrated it, and threw an immense quantity of iron and wooden
splinters among the crew, prostrating forty men, some by the splinters, and some
by the mere concussion; another shot killed one man and wounded seventeen.
This capture was one of the most
important of the war; for not only was the vessel a most damaging loss to the
rebels, but, had she got out and joined the two iron-clads in Charleston harbor,
there is no estimating the consequences that might have resulted by the
necessity of keeping our iron-clads concentrated, and leaving our wooden
blockaders, or even some of our Northern sea-ports, exposed to their ravages.
We close this notice with the
following extract from the highly complimentary letter addressed to Captain
Rodgers by the Secretary of the Navy:
"Your early connection with the
Mississippi flotilla, and your participation in the projection and construction
of the first iron-clads on the Western waters; your heroic conduct in the attack
on Drury's Bluff; the high moral courage that led you to put to sea in the
Weehawken upon the approach of a violent storm, in order to test the sea-going
qualities of these new craft, at the time when a safe anchorage was close under
your lee; the brave and daring manner in which you, with your associates,
pressed the iron-clads under the concentrated fire of the batteries in
Charleston harbor, and there tested and proved the endurance and resisting power
of these vessels; and your crowning successful achievement in the capture of the
Fingal, alias Atlanta, are all proofs of a skill, and courage, and devotion to
the country and the cause of the Union, regardless of self, that can not be
permitted to pass unrewarded. To your heroic daring and persistent moral
courage, beyond that of any other individual, is the country indebted for the
development, under trying and varied circumstances on the ocean, under enormous
batteries on land, and in successful rencounter with a formidable flatting
antagonist, of the capabilities and qualities of attack and resistance of the
Monitor class of vessels and their heavy armament. For these heroic and
serviceable acts I have presented your name to the President, requesting him to
recommend that Congress give you a vote of thanks, in order that you may be
advanced to the grade of Commodore in the American Navy."