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DREAMS.
WILD wandering dreams! in dusky
midnight stealing,
Why wake ye thus the memories of
the dead?
Spirits departed to our gaze
revealing;
Forms that we loved ere life's
warm breath had fled.
Ye can not bring them back, false
dream! then why
Chase ye Sleep's angels from
their guardian watch?
Like doves fast fluttering from
the hawk away,
With quick dispatch.
Wherefore this mockery?
Wild wandering dreams!
Wizards of night! were you false
phantom shade
A form with life-blood mantling
as of yore,
A face whose lips, all trembling,
half betrayed
The secret that the eyes had told
before:
Were the dear image summoned
yesternight
(Summoned in mockery) by my side
to-day,
With beauty radiant as the stars
of night,
Or shimmering lights that on blue
ocean play—
Present in mortal guise as long
ago,
I'd curse the spell that brought
her to me so,
From starry spheres:
To roam with weary step this vale
of tears
Suffering life's fitful fever
through long years,
Then withering go,
Dying again!
Wild midnight revelers! if ye
needs must come
On stars quick tripping—flash the
soul away
Where dwell the blest around the
Eternal throne:
Show us Heaven's raptures; paint
Eternity;
But hovering earthward wake no
memories here
Of loved ones blest!
Let angels tell us how old Time
speeds on;
How soon the scytheman comes, and
we are gone
To meet them there
And take our rest!
HARPER'S WEEKLY.
SATURDAY, JANUARY 10, 1863.
NEGRO EMANCIPATION.
BEFORE this paper is published
the President will probably have issued his Proclamation offering freedom to all
negro slaves resident in localities which have not elected representatives to
Congress by a majority of legally constituted voters. It is hoped by the
Northern partisans of slavery that the Proclamation will be postponed or
withheld altogether. But we fail to discover any ground for the hope. Whatever
reasons led the President to issue the preliminary
Proclamation in September last apply with equal
force to the case as it stands at present, and our recent reverses supply
additional motives for securing the active aid of 4,000,000 slaves, if it can be
done.
The States and parts of States
which will be excepted from the operations of the Proclamation will be the
States of Delaware,
Maryland,
Kentucky, and Missouri; the city of
New Orleans, Louisiana; probably the cities of
Memphis and
Nashville, Tennessee; the city of
Norfolk, and the vicinity of
Fortress Monroe, Virginia; and a strip on the
sea-board of North Carolina. Questions will doubtless arise as to the strict
right of such cities as New Orleans—whose legally constituted voters are
generally in the rebel army—to avail themselves of the benefits of the
exceptional proviso in the Proclamation. But the chances are that that act, if
enforced at all, will be construed liberally.
Two questions suggest themselves
to every one's mind in connection with this Proclamation. First, will it induce
the negroes to run away? and, secondly, what shall we do with them if they do?
Opinions differ upon both these
points; but we imagine that most well-informed persons will, with the President,
doubt whether the issue of the Proclamation will be followed by any general
exodus of the slaves. For a year or more our armies have refused to return
fugitive slaves. Wherever our generals have invaded the rebel States, they have
been compelled by military necessity to welcome the contrabands to their camps.
Notwithstanding the famous order No. 3, both
Grant's and
Buell's army practically gave freedom to the
slaves whom they found in Western Tennessee.
General McClellan has published a letter in
which he states that no slaves were returned by officers of the Army of the
Potomac after the enactment of the new "Article of War," but that, on the
contrary, all contrabands deserting to that army were received, fed, and set to
work. At Hilton Head, the slaves of South Carolina have had a safe refuge for
more than a year. At New Orleans
General Butler has received and employed every
slave who fled thither. At Memphis
General Sherman issued a general order, early
last fall, directing the officers of his command to welcome fugitive slaves, and
deal with them as freemen, at all events for the time being. It is hardly
possible that the negroes of the South can have been generally ignorant of a
policy so uniformly pursued on the entire rebel frontier; and the presumption
therefore is, that all the slaves who wanted to run away, and were able to
escape, either have already reached our lines, or are now endeavoring to do so.
The Proclamation can hardly add any thing to their knowledge of our purposes, or
to their ability to elude the vigilance of their masters. In this respect,
therefore, it will effect no change in the situation. It merely affirms and
consolidates the policy which has hitherto been pursued by individual commanders
from military considerations. Slaves will continue to escape as heretofore; the
number of runaways will increase as our armies advance and the blockade is
tightened. Possibly the knowledge that under the Proclamation the faith of the
United States is pledged to protect them in their rights as freemen may
impart courage to some who are
now hesitating, and so swell the tide of the fugitives.
The problem how to employ the
contrabands will necessarily be solved by the war. Necessity will compel us to
use them as soldiers. We shall require, to garrison the strategic points in the
enormous country which we have undertaken to overrun, more troops than even the
populous North can provide. It is clear that even a million of men will be found
too few to attack and defeat the rebel armies, storm the rebel forts, and at the
same time hold and occupy each point we take. A quarter of a million troops, in
detached forts, may not prove too many to hold the line of the Mississippi
River, after it has been reopened by our armies and our flotilla. For this
service the negroes are well adapted, and whatever scruples may be entertained
by individual generals, the logic of events compels us to assign them to it at
several points. The work has already been successfully begun. We have a negro
regiment at
Hilton Head, and a negro brigade at New
Orleans. A bill is pending before Congress for the equipment of 200 negro
regiments of 1000 men each, and the feeling among loyal men is in favor of its
passage, We shall have to feed and clothe the emancipated negroes, and there is
no present way of making them earn their living except by making them garrison
our forts. The rebels, as the cut on the preceding page shows plainly, have no
scruples against arming them. We can safely follow their example.
GENERAL BANKS AT NEW
ORLEANS.
THE country has learned with
considerable regret that Major-General BENJAMIN F. BUTLER has been removed from
the command of the Department of the Gulf. His energy, courage, and hearty
hostility to treason in every shape, have won for him the admiration and respect
of all loyal men; and the execration in which he is held by our enemies at the
South and in Europe proves how thoroughly he has done the work which was set him
to do. Whether he was as careful of the probity of his subordinates, and as
tender of the feelings of foreign consuls as he should have been, are questions
which the Administration can decide better than the public. His removal
justifies the belief that they were decided in the negative.
Mr. Lincoln doubtless had good reasons for his
course; though, as we said, the removal is source of sorrow to all loyal men who
are in earnest in this war.
But if any possible appointment
could console the country for the removal of BUTLER, it would be that of
NATHANIEL P. BANKS. For no man in the United
States possesses a stronger hold of the public confidence than the ex-operative
of Waltham. Not that General Banks has ever electrified the country by brilliant
flashes of genius, by extraordinary exploits, or unusual triumphs; but that, in
whatever station he has been placed, from the beginning of his career as member
of the Massachusetts Assembly to the present moment, he has always proved
himself equal to his task. Every thing which he has undertaken he has
accomplished. A man of unusually clear perceptions, a calm, judicial mind, and
dauntless courage; not devoid of passion, as was shown in his magnificent speech
at the Astor House before he left New York; but so fair and free from prejudice
that Mr. Aiken, of South Carolina, pronounced that he had stood so straight in
the Speaker's chair as almost to have leaned to the other side; gifted with such
wonderful prescience that as far back as 1858, when the whole country was
slumbering in peace, he began to drill the Massachusetts militia for this war;
so keenly alive to the truths of the day, and accurately discerning the nature
of the contest, that he alone of the leading Republicans wanted to have 600,000
men called out in April, 1861, and scorned the popular notion that we could
starve out the South; a statesman of no mean calibre, as even such men as James
Buchanan were forced to confess; a soldier in whom McClellan could find no
fault. Such is the man who now wields power and authority in this country second
only to that of Abraham Lincoln.
For it can not be too often
repeated that this war must be decided not on the banks of the Potomac, but on
the banks of the Mississippi. So long as the rebels hold any portion of the
great river it will avail us little to beat their armies in Virginia.
Lee, defeated before Richmond, falls back
toward Raleigh, and our triumph is barren. He may even fight us, as Davis has
boasted, for twenty years on the soil of Virginia, without decisive result, so
long as the present boundaries of the Confederacy remain undisturbed. But once
let our armies and navy obtain and retain the whole course of the Mississippi,
and the hopes of a national existence for the Confederacy is gone. The South
went to war with us because the North insisted on girdling slavery, leaving to
the slave power Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana, and Missouri. If we can take and
hold the Mississippi we shall girdle slavery without those large States—shall
confine the institution within the limits of old States where there is little or
no new land, and no room for the migratory system of agriculture on which
slavery fattens. The South could
not afford to accept national
existence on these terms. They would realize, as Toombs prophesied, that their
country was too small for them and their negroes together, and before five years
elapsed, if we recognized their independence, would come on bended knees to
Washington, begging to be let out of the trap
in which they had got caught.
The possession of the Mississippi
River is the key to victory in the war. It now devolves upon General Banks to
possess it.
THE
LOUNGER.
A
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Six volumes of our Weekly are now
completed, and the seventh begins with so great a multitude of friends that we
can not be guilty of letting the New Year pass without a word of acknowledgment.
Not that any very sentimental relation exists between you, my good unknown
friend, who buy this paper in the extreme West or East or North or South, and
the proprietors or the writers; but because, despite all of us, a periodical
paper has an individual existence, and its readers are inevitably a body, a
diocese, toward which the paper feels abstractly indeed, but especially
attached.
As becomes every illustrated
paper which seeks to entertain the public without offending its prejudices,
public questions were not discussed in these columns until a blow aimed at the
very heart of the nation left but one commanding interest in the public mind.
Then to have tattled amiably about matters for which nobody cared would have
been merely idiotic. For if any man said that patriotism was politics he was at
heart a traitor. And if any said that he was indifferent, while his country
staggered under the assassins' blows, he was a knave or a fool. And
Harper's Weekly does not solicit the favor of
traitors, fools, or knaves.
While our brave boys by thousands
and thousands were marching, and camping, and fighting for us in the field, this
paper has borne most living witness of their services and their heroism, by a
copious and constant picturing of the more striking and interesting places,
events, and persons of the war, all along the line from Maine to Missouri. And
that the world might know, as it saw them pictured, what they were fighting for,
and that they might see that neither they nor the cause were forgotten by us who
stay behind, we have constantly set forth the great principles of this war, and
so far as we may, in obedience to the first duty of every public teacher in the
land, we have sought to elevate and ennoble the public opinion, which is the
true government of the country. To that end we have often spoken strongly and
sternly. But when good men are losing their lives for us all shall we be
mealy-mouthed? Let us at least impress upon our soldiers the fact that they are
periling their lives for a nation of men with hearts and souls, not for a heap
of mush. What brave soldier would wish to save a pack of miserable cowards who
do not dare to call their faith, or their country, or their souls their own? We
have not believed in making war with olive branches or any other wooden weapons,
but when a desperate assault was made upon the Government, and humanity, and
civilization, we have believed, and do still with all our hearts and souls
believe, that the true way to treat it was to make the enemy feel the
overwhelming power of that Government and civilization, wherever an honorable
and humane grasp could seize him; and be shaken until he were subdued even if it
were unto death. And if any adviser thinks with a smile that it would be hard to
do, we believe in trying, and not in submitting to an infamous foe until we have
strained every nerve. The trial may indeed not save life, but it will save
honor.
To have been called
"Abolitionist" is not a very overpowering blow. The time for a visionary
position of abstract hostility to slavery and practical support of it has
utterly gone. Practically to favor slavery in this country at this time is to
aid the destruction of the Government and invite anarchy. The question whether
the friends or the foes of slavery caused the war is obsolete. Every man may
think of it as he will. But we all know that except for slavery there would have
been no war. And we can have no peace with it hereafter. It must conquer as the
dominant interest of the Government, or be absolutely conquered.
It is certainly profoundly
gratifying to us, as it is a most honorable and significant fact for the
country, that the circulation of Harper's Weekly during this melancholy time has
been steadily increasing. It has not been partisan, and never will be. It has
been as patriotic as it could be. and, by God's grace, will never be otherwise.
The Lounger believes that the New Year will be happy, and he salutes all his
friends with the best wishes.
HOLY-TIME.
THE holiday season probably never
dawned upon so many mourning households. But the grief upon which it shines is
not dead and hopeless, for the cause of the sorrow and the association of the
holy-time blend in a light that transfigures the memory of the departed. To have
died nobly is hardly less than to have lived well. For indeed they can hardly be
said to do the one who have not done the other. And the thousands of young and
brave and beautiful whose voices shall mingle no longer in our solemn Christmas
hymns and happy New-Year greetings, have given a more serious sweetness to each
festival by the memory of their heroic sacrifice.
A generous nation will not stand
by the graves which are covered with a year's grass, or are just closed, or just
opening, and betray those who are laid in them. Those young lives were not
poured out that anarchy may prevail. Every one of them has pledged us all more
closely to the great object to which they were devoted. From the
first slain
in Baltimore, from
Ellsworth and Winthrop and Greble, on to the
last noble heart stilled in battle, each is a link in the chain that holds us
all fast to our country. Our dimmed eyes are washed with their blood, so that we
who were blind now see. Slowly, and, in how many cases, reluctantly, our minds
have come to know that we must conquer or be conquered, and that there is and
can be no peace but the annihilation of the cause of war.
And which of these brave youth of
ours, seeing as they now do with perfect vision the work they have wrought,
would regret the early ending of their mortal lives, or even the sharp, sudden
pang it sent to the sister, or brother, or wife, or maid who loved them, or the
mother's heart who bore them? For those who remain is the gain or the loss
greater? Is the mother of
Joseph Warren, of
Nathan Hale, pitied by any man? The
mother of Colonel Baker died lately in Illinois. How well she knew that her son
ascended, not went down, from the floor of the Senate to the field at Ball's
Bluff!
But these are the thoughts that
raise our human hearts into heavenly serenity after the bitter blow has a little
passed. In this friendly and sacred season the old habit of the loving voice and
the beloved face and form returns and claims its own. The season is domestic.
The home asks for its unbroken circle, and its wistful eyes seek those whose
smile should have outlasted ours. How far the shadow this year falls! Yet, O
aching hearts! O tearful eyes! for you the poet sings:
"With trembling fingers did we
weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; A rainy cloud possessed the earth,
And sadly fell our
Christmas-eve.
"At our old pastimes in the hall
We gambol'd, making vain pretense
Of gladness, with an awful sense Of one mute shadow watching all.
"We ceased: a gentler feeling
crept
Upon us: surely rest is meet.
'They rest,' we said; 'their
sleep is sweet;' And silence followed and we wept.
"Our voices took a higher range:
Once more we sang, 'They do not
die, Nor lose their mortal sympathy,
Nor change to us, although they
change.
"'Rapt from the fickle and the
frail, With gathered power, yet the same, Pierces the keen seraphic flame From
orb to orb, from veil to veil.'
"Rise, happy morn! rise, holy
morn!
Draw forth the cheerful day from
night: O Father, touch the east, and light
The light that shone when Hope
was born."
UNIVERSAL KNOWLEDGE.
IT is astonishing to observe how
much Everybody knows. If only Everybody's advice had been followed the war would
have been over long ago. If you seat yourself in a car for a little journey, you
can not but hear the conversation before you and behind you, and Everybody knows
every thing to that degree that it is incomprehensible why we have not long ago
done all that we long ago undertook to do. The movements of the army especially,
and the councils of the Government, are revealed in detail to Everybody—while
poor Nobody evidently knows nothing about them.
It makes no difference that the
knowledge of various people is entirely at variance—that both can not by any
possibility be true. They insist upon their asseverations with refreshing
dogmatism, entirely disregarding the counter assertion. "I know!" says Paul; and
''I know!" retorts Peter; and apparently one has just as good reason as the
other. One man goes to Washington and sees the documents, and returns and tells
you just how it was. His neighbor goes to Washington and talks with members of
the Government, and he tells you upon his return that it was all precisely the
other way.
Then the entirely authentic
private intelligence! After Antietam it was said that Sigel had gone up on the
Virginia side to cut off Lee. "No, no!" said the next man; "impossible. Sigel
has not ten thousand men." "But I assure you," rejoins the first, "my
correspondent in Washington writes me so, explicitly." The news of the
cutting-off was waited for patiently, but it has not yet arrived.
After the disastrous days of July
upon the Peninsula one friend met another, "So Buell is in Baltimore with fifty
thousand men on his way to Fort Monroe!" "Impossible." "Oh, but I assure you my
correspondent in Baltimore, whose business is to get the news, wrote it to me
yesterday." "Indeed."—But Buell has not yet arrived.
Statements of every kind can be
taken only at the most alarming discount. We began with the most prodigious
fabrications, but at the close of the second year of them our appetites are
unsated. During the Fredericksburg days came the detailed news of Banks
ascending the Chowan and forming divisions of his force, etc., etc. It was all
gravely published and devoured. Yet if common-sense and memory could have had a
chance, we should have reflected that, as General Banks sailed in ocean
steamers, and as the Chowan is a shallow puddle or brook, the chances were
terribly against the truth of the story, and entirely in favor of its being a
desperate lie to frighten the enemy.
The only permanent fact in the
matter is that we all dogmatize furiously upon pure falsehood or the most
inadequate reports. Any man who wishes to know will neither believe his
neighbor's correspondents nor the newspaper telegrams, but wait patiently until
enough time has elapsed to verify all statements. The main fact of a battle may
be correct, but whether it were a victory or defeat we can not know, however
lustily it may be asserted.
And you, good friend, whose
dogged insistence the ether morning upon the melancholy and alarming fact that
peremptory orders had been issued to all our Generals to burn up all rivers in
their way has served the Lounger for a text, do you know
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