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she will not say or do something
extravagant or unusual; she seems to suspect sobriety and good taste of being in
league with impiety. Here I succeed in bridling her a little; but encounter a
female enthusiast in her own house? Merci! After all, there must be something
good in her, since she is your friend, and you are hers; let her pass: I have
something more serious to say to you before you go there. It is about her
brother. He is a flirt: in fact, a notorious one, more than one lady tells me."
Julia was silent, but began to be
very uneasy; they were sitting and talking after sunset, yet without candles;
she profited, for once, by that amazing gap in the intelligence of "the sex."
"I hear he pays you compliments;
and I have seen a disposition to single you out. Now, my love, you have the good
sense to know that, whatever a young man of that age says to you, he says to
many other ladies; but your experience is not equal to your sense; so profit by
mine; a girl of your age must never be talked of with a person of the other sex:
it is fatal; fatal! but if you permit yourself to be singled out, you will be
talked of inevitably, and distress those who love you. It is easy to avoid
injudicious duets in society; oblige me by doing so to-night."
To show how much she was in
earnest, Mrs. Dodd hinted that, were her admonition neglected, she should
regret, for once, having kept clear of an enthusiast.
Julia had no alternative; she
assented in a faint voice. After a pause she faltered out, "And suppose he
should esteem me seriously?"
Mrs. Dodd replied quickly, "Then
that would be much worse. But," said she, "I have no apprehensions on that
score; you are a child, and he is a precocious boy, and rather a flirt. But
forewarned is forearmed. So now run away and dress, sweet one: my lecture is
The sensitive girl went up to her
room with a heavy heart. All the fears she had lulled of late revived. She saw
plainly now that Mrs. Dodd only accepted Alfred as a pleasant acquaintance: as a
son-in-law he was out of the question. "Oh, what will she say when she knows
all?" thought Julia.
Next day, sitting near the
window, she saw him coming up the road. After the first movement of pleasure at
the bare sight of him, she was sorry he had come. Mamma's suspicions awake at
last, and here he was again; the third call in one fortnight! She dared not risk
an interview with him, ardent and unguarded, under that penetrating eye, which
she felt would now be on the watch.
She rose hurriedly, said as
carelessly as she could, "I am going to the school," and, tying her bonnet on
all in a flurry, whipped out at the back door with her shawl in her hand just as
Sarah opened the front door to Alfred. She then shuffled on her shawl, and
whisked through the little shrubbery into the open field, and reached a path
that led to the school, and so gratified was she at her dexterity in evading her
favorite, that she hung her head, and went murmuring, "Cruel, cruel, cruel!"
Alfred entered the drawing-room
gayly, with a good-sized card and a prepared speech. This was not the visit of a
friend but a functionary; the treasurer of the cricket-ground, come to book two
of his eighteen to play against the All England Eleven next month. "As for you,
my worthy Sir (turning to Edward), I shall just put you down without ceremony.
But I must ask leave to book Captain Dodd. Mrs. Dodd, I come at the universal
desire of the club; they say it is sure to be a dull match without Captain Dodd.
Besides, he is a capital player."
"Mamma, don't you be caught by
his chaff," said Edward, quietly. "Papa is no player at all. Any thing more
unlike cricket than his way of making runs—"
"But he makes them, old fellow;
now you and I, at Lord's the other day, played in first-rate form, left shoulder
well up, and achieved—with neatness, precision, dexterity, and dispatch —the
"Misericorde! What is that?"
inquired Mrs. Dodd.
"Why, a round O," said the other
Oxonian, coming to his friend's aid.
"And what is that, pray?"
Alfred told her the round O,"
which had yielded to "the duck's-egg," and was becoming obsolete, meant the
cipher set by the scorer against a player's name, who is out without making a
"I see," sighed Mrs. Dodd: "It
penetrates to your very sports and games. And why British?"
"Oh, 'British' is redundant:
thrown in by the universities."
"But what does it mean?"
"It means nothing. That is the
beauty of it. British is inserted in imitation of our idols, the Greeks; they
In short, poor Alfred, though not
an M.P., was talking to put off time, till Julia should come in: so he now
favored Mrs. Dodd, of all people, with a flowery description of her husband's
play, which I, who have not his motive for volubility, suppress. However, he
wound up with the captain's "moral influence." "Last match," said he, "Barkington
did not do itself justice. Several, that could have made a stand, were
frightened out, rather than bowled, by the London professionals. Then Captain
Dodd went in, and treated those artists with the same good-humored contempt he
would a parish bowler, and, in particular, sent Mynne's over-tossed balls flying
over his head for six, or to square leg for four, and, on his retiring with
twenty-five, scored in eight minutes, the remaining Barkingtonians were less
funky, and made some fair scores."
Mrs. Dodd smiled a little
ironically at this
tirade, but said she thought she
might venture to promise Mr. Dodd's co-operation, should he reach home in time.
Then, to get rid of Alfred before Julia's return, the amiable worldling turned
to Edward, "Your sister will not be back; so you may as well ring the bell for
luncheon at once. Perhaps Mr. Hardie will join us."
Alfred declined, and took his
leave with far less alacrity than he had entered with; Edward went down stairs
Miss Dodd gone on a visit?" asked
Alfred, affecting carelessness.
"Only to the school. By-the-by, I
will go and fetch her."
"No, don't do that; call on my
sister instead, and then you will pull me out of a scrape. I promised to bring
her here: but her saintship was so long adorning 'the poor perishable body,'
that I came alone."
"I don't understand you," said
Edward. "I am not the attraction here. It is Julia."
"How do you know that? When a
young lady interests herself in an undergraduate's soul, it is a pretty sure
sign she likes the looks of him. But perhaps you don't want to be converted; if
so, keep clear of her. 'Bar the fell dragon's blighting way; but shun that
lovely snare.' "
"On the contrary," said Edward,
calmly, "I only wish she could make me as good as she is, or half as good."
"Give her the chance, old fellow,
and then it won't be your fault if she makes a mess of it. Call at two, and
Jenny will receive you very kindly, and will show you you are in the 'gall of
bitterness and the bond of iniquity.' Now, won't that be nice?"
"I will go," said Edward,
They parted. Where Alfred went
the reader can perhaps guess; Edward to luncheon.
"Mamma," said he, with that
tranquillity which sat so well on him, "don't you think Alfred Hardie is spoony
upon our Julia?"
Mrs. Dodd suppressed a start, and
(perhaps to gain time before replying sincerely) said she had not the honor of
knowing what "spoony" meant.
"Why, sighs for her, and dies for
her, and fancies she is prettier than Miss Hardie. He must be over head and
"Fie child!" was the answer. "If
I thought so, I should withdraw from their acquaintance. Excuse me; I must put
on my bonnet at once, not to lose this fine afternoon."
Edward did not relish her remark:
it menaced more Spoons than one. However he was not the man to be cast down at a
word: he lighted a cigar, and strolled toward Hardie's house. Mr. Hardie,
senior, had left three days ago on a visit to London; Miss Hardie received him;
he passed the afternoon in calm complacency, listening reverently to her
admonitions, and looking her softly out of countenance, and into earthly
affections, with his lion eyes.
Meantime his remark, so far from
really seeming foolish to Mrs. Dodd, was the true reason for her leaving him so
abruptly. "Even this dear slow Thing sees it," thought she. She must talk to
Julia more seriously, and would go to the school at once. She went up stairs,
and put on her bonnet and shawl before the glass, then moulded on her gloves;
and came down equipped. On the stairs was a large window, looking upon the open
field; she naturally cast her eyes through it, in the direction she was going,
and what did she see but a young lady and gentleman coming slowly down the path
toward the villa. Mrs. Dodd bit her lip with vexation, and looked keenly at
them, to divine on what terms they were. And the more she looked the more uneasy
The head, the hand, the whole
person of a young woman walking beside one she loves, betrays her heart to
experienced eyes watching unseen: and most female eyes are experienced at this
sort of inspection. Why did Julia move so slowly? especially after that warning.
Why was her head averted from that encroaching boy, and herself so near him? The
anxious mother would much rather have seen her keep her distance, and look him
full in the face. Her first impulse was that of leopardesses, lionesses, hens,
and all the mothers in nature; to dart from her ambush and protect her young;
but she controlled it by a strong effort; it seemed wiser to descry the truth,
and then act with resolution: besides the young people were now almost at the
shrubbery; so the mischief, if any, was done.
They entered the shrubbery.
To Mrs. Dodd's surprise and
dismay they did not come out this side so quickly. She darted her eye into the
plantation; and lo! Alfred had seized the fatal opportunity foliage offers, even
when thinnish: he held Julia's hand, and was pleading eagerly for something she
seemed not disposed to grant; for she turned away and made an effort to leave
him. But Mrs. Dodd, standing there quivering with maternal anxiety, and hot with
shame, could not but doubt the sincerity of that graceful resistance. If she had
been quite in earnest, Julia had fire enough in her to box the little wretch's
ears. She ceased even to doubt, when she saw that her daughter's opposition
ended in his getting hold of two hands instead of one, and devouring them with
kisses, while Julia still drew her head and neck quite away, but the rest of her
supple frame seemed to yield and incline, and draw softly toward her besieger,
by some irresistible spell.
"I can bear no more!" gasped Mrs.
Dodd aloud, and turned to hasten and part them; but even as she curved her
stately neck to go, she caught the lovers' parting; and a very pretty one too,
if she could have looked at it, as these things ought always to be looked at:
Julia's head and lovely throat,
unable to draw the rest of her away, compromised; they turned, declined,
drooped, and rested one half moment
on her captor's shoulder, like a
settling dove: the next, she scudded from him, and made for the house alone.
Mrs. Dodd, deeply indignant, but
too wise to court a painful interview with her own heart beating high, went into
the drawing-room: and there sat down, to recover some little composure. But she
was hardly seated when Julia's innocent voice was heard calling "Mamma! mamma!"
and soon she came bounding into the drawing-room, brimful of good news, her
cheeks as red as fire, and her eyes wet with happy tears; and there confronted
her mother, who had started up at her footstep, and now, with one hand nipping
the back of the chair convulsively, stood lofty, looking strangely agitated and
The two ladies eyed one another,
silent, yet expressive; like a picture facing a statue; but soon the color died
out of Julia's face as well, and she began to cower with vague fears before that
stately figure, so gentle and placid usually, but now so discomposed and stern.
ARMY OF THE POTOMAC.
WE devote pages
309, to illustrations of the movement of the Army of the Potomac which commenced
last week, from sketches by Mr. A. R. Waud. Most of these pictures explain
themselves, and it might suffice to say that the various army corps crossed the
Rappahannock at various points on 28th, 29th, and 30th April. In some places the
crossing was effected at fords, in others on pontoon bridges, in others in
boats. Our picture on page 305 shows the construction of a pontoon bridge at a
point where the river was too deep to be forded; and other illustrations on page
309 depict the bridges used by General Sedgwick's corps and General Reynolds's
corps for their crossing. General Russell, whose brigade was the first to cross,
went over in boats. This operation, which was performed in the mist of a cloudy
morning before daybreak, is illustrated on
page 308, and is thus described in
the Herald correspondence:
Toward daybreak twenty-three
boats were afloat and ready for the start. Brigadier-General David Russell had
the honor to pass the river first. General Russell's brigade consists of the
Eighteenth New York, Colonel Myers; the Thirty-second New York, Colonel Pinto;
the Forty-ninth Pennsylvania Volunteers, Colonel Irwin; the Ninety-fifth
Pennsylvania Volunteers, Colonel Town; and the One Hundred and Nineteenth
Pennsylvania Volunteers, Colonel Ellmaker. Russell's men had been ordered to
enter the boats in fifties. General Russell thought that the boats would not
hold fifty, and General Brooks therefore made the fifty forty-five.
General Russell went over the
Rappahannock at the head of his men. Every boat left the shore at one word —at
4.30 A.M.—and this scene of their departure and quiet movement on the still
water, just in the early dawn and in the mist, was one of the romantic ones of
war. Regularly the oars fell until the great square tubs got into a race and
were lost in the mist; for through the river is here scarcely a hundred yards in
width we could not see the other side. Soon after a volley was heard, and the
boats returned and began to fill again.
As soon as the boats reached the
opposite shore Russell's men clambered up the bank and began to form. But before
they were in line the enemy delivered at short distance, and from a rifle-pit
directly in front, one volley. Bayonets were fixed and the line advanced, the
One Hundred and Nineteenth Pennsylvania Volunteers on the right, and to their
left, in order, the Ninety-fifth Pennsylvania Volunteers, Forty-ninth
Pennsylvania Volunteers, Thirty-second New York and Eighteenth New York. Out of
the rifle-pits the enemy went in a hurry. One prisoner, an officer, was taken.
Out of the first line of rifle-pits and out of the second, and our men had the
field before them—an open, clear plain, from Deep Run on our right to Bernard's
house on our left.
At this time the bells began to
ring in Fredericksburg with all the clamor of which they were capable.
Another picture introduces us to
the Eighth Pennsylvania Cavalry operating as skirmishers. Of their performance
the New York Times correspondent says:
At about 12 o'clock General
Sykes's division was sent forward on the left, by the Banks' Ford Road, to make
an attack, and compel the enemy to develop his strength on that bank. He moved
promptly into position, with Weed's, now Watson's, regular battery. The first
gun was fired by the enemy about 12 o'clock. Heavy skirmishing commenced, our
men entering the field with much enthusiasm. The Eighth Pennsylvania Cavalry
skirmished in the very front for some time, and sustained a galling fire from
the enemy's infantry, but behaved with great intrepidity. They charged and
recharged upon the infantry, only to be in turn driven back. General Sykes then
threw forward two companies of infantry, without knapsacks, on the double-quick,
who supported the cavalry, and checked the further pursuit of the enemy. The
action now became quite general between the two forces, each seeming to be about
the same strength.
page 310 we give a fine map of
the theatre of the conflict.
BATTLE OF IRISH BEND.
WE illustrate on page 316
BATTLE OF IRISH BEND, fought on 13th April by General Grover's division of
General Banks's army, in the recent campaign in the interior of Louisiana. Our
picture is from a sketch by Mr. W. M. Hall, of the Twenty-second Maine Regiment.
The following account of the battle is from the Herald correspondence:
About seven o'clock A.M. the
advance reached the edge of a dense line of woods, near what is known as Irish
Bend (a sharp bend of the Teche), about eleven miles distant from the rebel
earth-works, where General Banks was engaging the enemy.
Here our force was met by a
strong one of the rebels, in position, from the bank of the Teche, across the
front and right flank of General Grover's division.
The enemy was strongly posted at
this point, their right flank supported by artillery, and their left extending
round into another wood, in such a manner as to completely encircle any force
which should simply attack their position in the wood first spoken of.
Colonel Birge, of the Third
Brigade, of General Grover's division, at this time in command of the advance,
and supported by two sections of Rogers's battery, now skirmished with the
rebels in front for about an hour, our skirmishers and their supports engaging
the infantry and dismounted cavalry of the enemy. Colonel Birge then ordered the
Twenty-fifth Connecticut and One Hundred and Fifty-ninth New York in front of
the first skirt of woods.
He had no sooner done this than
the enemy commenced a flank attack, endeavoring to take the section of Rogers's
battery which was on the right.
These two regiments, assailed by
a fire on their front and right from an enemy very perfectly concealed, replied
ineffectually to the fire, became shaken, and finally
commenced to fall back, when
General Grover rode up to the front and rallied them, at the same time ordering
General Dwight to hasten up with his brigade.
The section of Rogers's battery
was compelled to limber up and go to the rear, the fire of the enemy being so
lively as to pick off nine cannoniers at their guns.
At this time General Dwight moved
on to the field with his brigade, and placed the Sixth New York on his right, in
such a manner as to outflank the enemy's left, in a similar way that the enemy
outflanked our right.
The Ninety-first New York was
ordered in front to advance against the woods, with the First Louisiana
supporting the Sixth New York, and the Twenty-second Maine and One Hundred and
Thirty-first New York in support of the Ninety-first New York.
The order to advance was given,
and like veterans they moved forward across the field, through the woods, and
over another field, the enemy slowly but surely falling back before them;
sweeping on, taking from him all his positions, and finally compelling him to so
hasty a retreat that he left over one hundred prisoners in our hands. Then the
position which Colonel Birge's brigade failed to take, with a loss of something
over three hundred men, was taken by General Dwight, with a loss of only seven
killed and twenty-one wounded.
General Dwight was now ordered to
halt, take a favorable position, and hold it.
This was done, the enemy
continuing to manoeuvre in front of General Dwight's and Colonel Birge's
commands for two or three hours.
The Diana did but very little
harm during the whole of this time.
Our troops, in the mean time, had
been ordered by General Grover to rest in their places until further orders,
which they did until about three P.M., when an order was given to feel the enemy
on the front and flank, with a view to our attacking their position in force.
Before any considerable advance
further was made the enemy evacuated, retreating to the woods and canes, having
previously set fire to the gun-boat Diana and transports Gossamer, Newsboy, and
Era No. 2.
The retreat was accomplished in
such a manner as to prevent effectual pursuit.
The rebel prisoners represent
that they had upward of five thousand men engaged in this affair, and that they
came up with the intention of driving General Grover's division across the Bayou
Teche before General Banks's force could arrive; but they were signally
repulsed, with a loss of from three to four hundred.
On the field of battle one
hundred and five prisoners were taken, and thirty wounded.
Among the killed is General
Riley, and among the wounded Colonel Gray.
The prisoners also report that
General Dick Taylor advanced in force on the flank, and was in command of the
whole. "Sibley was there," they say; "but he was not in the fight, and never
About one hundred and fifty
prisoners in all were captured by General Grover's command.
Immediately on the retreat a
reconnoissance was sent out, which met a courier from the advance of General
Banks's army, when the news arrived for the first time that the enemy had
evacuated his works at Beasland.
MODEL CAMP ON THE RAPPAHANNOCK.
WE publish on page 317 an
illustration of the CAMP OF THE TWELFTH MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENT ON THE
RAPPAHANNOCK, from a sketch by Mr. A. R. Waud. This camp was a model one in
regard to beauty, order, cleanliness, and distribution, and deserves to be
commemorated. The Twelfth Massachusetts Regiment was the first to break camp and
cross the river on the new march to Richmond.
WE reproduce on pages 312 and 313
several illustrations of the
OPERATIONS IN THE VICINITY OF VICKSBURG, from
sketches by Mr. Theodore R. Davis. One of the illustrations represents
NEW CANAL NEAR VICKSBURG.
Mr. Davis writes:
"HEAD-QUARTERS, ARMY OF THE
MILLIKEN'S BEND, April 17.
"Another canal is nearing
completion; and from every quarter one hears the utmost confidence expressed
that the most satisfactory results may be expected. The length of canal
necessary is less than 1500 yards, which completed, we shall, by clearing trees
and obstructions from bayous, have inland navigation from a short distance below
this point to New Carthage, a place some 20 miles below Vicksburg, where our
gun-boats are now at anchor."
Another picture shows us
MASKED BATTERIES SHELLING, VICKSBURG.
Mr. Davis writes:
"HEAD-QUARTERS OF GENERAL
SHERMAN, CAMP NEAR VICKSBURG.
"General Sherman seems to have a
determined propensity to carry on the present war in a manner likely to be most
offensive to the rebels. The last instance of his beneficence is a continued
shelling of the 'Virgin City of Vicksburg,' by a well-protected battery of heavy
Parrott guns, under the superintendence of Captain Edwin D. Phillips. The
inhabitants of the 'Virgin City' do not, it is evident, like this gentle
proclivity of the gallant General's, for they have vacated their homes; in
which, en passant, we may soon find it convenient to take up our abode."
The large picture represents
RUNNING THE BATTERIES.
Mr. Davis writes:
"YOUNG'S POINT, LOUISIANA,
Friday Morning, April 17.
"The Benton led by about a mile.
She was followed by the Lafayette, which just preceded the 'Turtles' in line;
the Forest Queen, Henry Clay, and Silver Wave in the order I have named them;
the Tuscumbia, as rear-guard, following.
"In my sketch of Vicksburg you
will see, near the river's bank, and to the left, below the Courthouse, a group
of wooden buildings. These were evidently prepared with combustible materials,
for an instant after the first boat was discovered nearing the whole surface of
the river was illumined by the glare of their burning. A shanty on the point
opposite was fired at the same moment, lending a bright light.
"The Henry Clay had nearly
completed her dangerous journey when she was struck by a shell, set on fire, and
burned. Our boats sent shot after shot in return. The night was without a cloud;
the stars bright. The fleet has gone down to New Carthage."