MAP OF NORTH CAROLINA.
THE accompanying MAP will enable
our readers to understand the recent movements of our armies in North Carolina.
General Foster has taken the little town of Kinston, North Carolina, on the
Neuse River, and was at latest dates en route for Goldsborough, and perhaps
Weldon. On the other side, the army of the Blackwater, which is commanded by
General Dix, made a strong reconnoissance toward Zuni, evidently aiming at the
same point—Weldon. We presume that time will develop this important strategical
plan, and that the Generals in charge will be enabled to carry it out
THE PORTER COURT-MARTIAL.
page 12 we illustrate the COURT-MARTIAL ON
GENERAL FITZ-JOHN PORTER, which is now being held at Washington. The accused is
being tried on various charges, the joint of which is disobedience of the orders
of his commanding-officer, Major-General John Pope.
General Pope charges that
General Porter, by failing to move to his
support at the hour mentioned, enabled the rebels to defeat him, and prevented
his destroying them, as he would otherwise have done. General Porter claims that
he did all that he could, and is in nowise answerable for the disasters of
Pope's campaign. Additional interest is imparted to the trial by the
circumstance that General Porter is identified more or less with the
McClellan interest, and General Pope has
enjoyed, and may still enjoy, the confidence of
General Halleck. The Members of the Court are
Major-Generals Hunter, King, Hitchcock, and Casey, and Brigadier- Generals
Buford, Slough, and Lord. Judge Holt
is Judge-Advocate. The accused is assisted by his counsel,' Reverdy Johnson.
General Pope is present watching the proceedings in citizen's dress.
ONLY another sword
Dripping with human blood; Only
Swelling the crimson flood.
Only another tear
Wiped from the face of time;
Only a brother dear
Lost in his manhood's prime!
Smoothly the garments fold
Over the silent breast.
Only another soul
Gone to its dreamless rest!
AN EXCHANGE OF PRISONERS.
"EVERY young man ought to
Letty Dallas flashed the blue
light of her eyes, half smiling half scornful, upon Mr. St. Mayne as she spoke.
A straight, lithe maiden, with black ripples of shining hair, and blue eyes,
full of shadow, like late-blossomed violets, it was not in the nature of any
male individual to endure her sprightly badinage unmoved. Yet Marcy St. Mayne
only smiled as he stood quietly watching her.
"Are you so very anxious to
secure volunteers, Miss Letty?"
"Anxious? of course I am! Come,
Mr. St. Mayne, follow your brother's example, and turn soldier!"
St. Mayne smiled with provoking
"Oh, if I could only inspire you
with a spark of my enthusiasm!" said Letty, with glowing cheeks and flashing
eyes. "What sacrifice wouldn't I make for the Banner of Stars!"
"Would you really sacrifice
"Any thing—every thing!"
St. Mayne lifted his long dark
lashes, and looked her full in the face with an expression she could hardly
"Am I beginning to make some
impression on that icicle nature of yours?" she laughed. "What bounty shall I
offer? A ribbon? a smile? or a bouquet?"
"Letty!" said St. Mayne, calmly
and deliberately, "I do require bounty—a bounty beyond money and beyond price!"
"What a solemn preface!" said
Letty, lightly. "Well?"
"I will be your soldier, Letty,
and fight as man never fought before, until your own lips bid me lay down the
sword, if you will reward me, some day, with your own sweet self. That is the
bounty I require!"
The deep crimson which had dyed
her face turned suddenly to ashy whiteness—she leaned against the carved marble
cupids of the mantle, that he might not see how she trembled.
"No, no! I can not! I can not!
Any thing but that!" broke from her quivering lips.
"Pardon me!" said St. Mayne, "I
see I have overestimated the amount of the sacrifice you are prepared to make
for your country. You are willing that we men should baptize with our blood the
steps that lead to Freedom's altar, yet you can not give up one idle dream, one
girlish fancy, in its behalf. Do I seem harsh?" he added, as her eyes were
raised appealingly to his face. "Nay, I did not mean it. There, Miss Letty, our
negotiations shall be forgotten!"
"Stop, Mr. St. Mayne!" she said,
folding her little hands so tightly together that the pink-tipped nails turned
to rose leaves. "You are right in speaking bitterly of idle fancies. I accept
your proposition—go, as my representative, on to the battle-field!"
His face lighted up with sudden