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"Ah!" said Mr. La Trappe. "We
tried a man named Tom Partridge for it, and he was acquitted on an alibi. He did
it, of course?"
"Of course," said Lexden.
"Ah!" said Mr. La Trappe again,
with perfect calmness; he has a double who went into Somerset and Devon at the
same time, and worked the oracle for him?"
"Well! How did you find that
"Never mind, Lexden, how I found
What I want to know is—who is the
"Tom Partridge's brother—old Sam,
one year older nor Tom, and as like him as two peas. It was the best rig o' the
sort as ever was rigged. Old Sam had been out in Ameriky all his life, and when
he first came back, every one was talking about his likeness to Tom; you
couldn't know 'em apart. Fiddy, the fence, thought something might be made of
this, and he planned the whole job—the egg-hot, and the cream, the tins, and the
horse what he bought. Tom's got that horse now, to drive in his shay-cart on
Sundays, and he calls him 'Walker.' "
"Walker!" said Mr. La Trappe;
"what does he call him Walker for?"
"Walker's a slang name for a
postman," explained Mr. Lexden, in great delight. "Worn't it per-rime?"
"Oh!" said Mr. La Trappe, with
great gravity, "I perceive. One more question, Lexden; how was the robbery
effected? The interior of the portmanteau could not have been cut unless it had
been unbuckled and the compartments thrown open, and they could not possibly
have done all that on the top of the coach. Besides, the guard stated he had
fastened it in a very peculiar manner at Dover, and that the fastenings were in
exactly the same state when he opened it in London."
"Ah! That was the best game of
the lot," said Mr. Lexden. "The job was done while the portmanteau was in the
agent's office at Dover, and where it lay from three o'clock on Sunday arternoon
till between seven and eight in the evening. Tom Partridge and his pal they
opened the street door with a skeleton key, there was no one there, and they had
plenty of time to work it."
"And Tom Partridge's pal was—?"
"Ah, that I can't say," said Mr.
Lexden, looking straight into the air. "I never heard tell o' his name."
"Thanks, Lexden, that'll do,"
said Mr. La Trappe, rising. "Good-night! You've done no harm. I shall know where
to find you if ever I want you again."
About a twelvemonth afterward
that slap up respectable mechanic, Mr. William Lexden, was hanged for
horse-stealing. Just before his execution he sent for Mr. La Trappe, and
confessed that he had been Tom Partridge's accomplice in the robbery of the
Dover mail. Mr. La Trappe thanked him for the information, but bore it like a
man who could bear a surprise.
I'M standing by the little
Where I stood five long years
Five years—ay, more! for then the
Lay gleaming in the light of yule.
The gray old church across the
Had sunset-fires upon its panes—
The Parsonage, so bare to-day,
Was garlanded with holly-chains.
Ah! let me see, in this old room
That night there was a "fancy
Gay lights had eaten up the gloom
That lived in cobwebb'd corners
Gay stalls were planted on each
Loaded with many curious things,
And Charity, the gentle-eyed,
Of course looked on with
I know that many a goddess seemed
That night behind the stalls to
I know that while I looked I
It was the old, old fairy-land!
Though certainly it did seem
That goddesses should come to
To sell small caps for twice
And, when you paid them, give no
I think the object of the thing
Was the extension of a wall,
Or building on the school a wing,
To shelter and to form the small.
I know, whate'er it was, 'twas
And when a sweet young curate
And led me on to where there
A lady whom "I dare not name,"
And tempted me, young
To buy a dress—a little one:
I turned and only saw her eyes
She gave no "change"—I wanted
Oh! curate with the sunny hair,
And looks so wickedly demure,
You could not guess what form
That little garment, I am sure.
Was it her palm's electric touch
That thrilled me as I gave the
So soft and velvety—as such
Young palms are ever? Was I bold
To glide behind the little stall,
And help to sell her dainty
"Without reserve" we sold them
The "sacrifice," of course, in
And when they brought a cup of
'Twas her refreshment, and 'twas
I took the cup, the saucer she:
'Twas Congou (bad), it seemed
Oh! dream of other days (ah! when
Shall we not dream?)—there stands
Of babbling imps where she stood
And cobwebs half the window
I've said the "cause" I can not
For which those pretty things
For which white fingers worked so
In mysteries of beads and braid.
I know it did not fail—the tall
Young curate said so. I, for one,
Gained, at that dear old corner
Love without change—I wanted
THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND.
WE publish on
page 705 an
illustration of the war in Southern Tennessee, from a sketch by Mr. Theodore R.
Davis. It represents
A TROOP TRAIN IN THE BIG CUT IN
THE ROCKS, ON THE NASHVILLE AND CHATTANOOGA RAILROAD.
Mr. Davis writes:
"CHATTANOOGA, October 12.
"En route for the army, I found
Louisville that no pass could be obtained to reach this place; and
had it not been for Colonel Thomas A. Scott, who has had charge of the late
transportation of troops, and who gave me a place upon a troop train, a rather
lengthy stay at Louisville would have been my lot.
"The scenery upon the Nashville
and Chattanooga Railroad is in many places grand. The sketch will give some idea
of the magnitude of some of the cuts through rock and mountain.
"One of the regiments on board
the train (the Thirty-third New Jersey) seemed to be a particularly jolly one,
for as the train went slowly climbing among the mountains they sang, hurrahed,
and shouted. The favorite song seemed to be, 'Oh,
Rosecrans, he is the man,'
etc. I think they sang it to nearly every picket on the road, the picket
returning his thanks in a yell peculiar to our Western soldiers, and one to
which the ears of many a rebel has tingled."
page 708 we reproduce an
admirable photograph by Brady, representing our Russian visitors, ADMIRAL LESOFFSKI AND THE CAPTAINS OF HIS FLEET. They are all sturdy-looking men,
perfect gentlemen, and as accomplished in letters and science as they are
skillful in their profession. Private individuals, cities, and public bodies are
vying with each other to do them honor. For the noble attitude of Russia in
abstaining from interference in our war has touched the heart of every American
and filled it with gratitude. Brady's photograph is, as usual, a success.
THE BLOCKADE AT WILMINGTON, NORTH
page 716 we give an
illustration, from a sketch by Mr. Rogers, of the navy, of the REBEL BATTERIES
AT NEW INLET, WILMINGTON, NORTH CAROLINA, which is now the principal port at
which the blockade is being run. Mr. Rogers writes:
October 19, 1863.
Having recently returned in the
United States steam-sloop Iroquois from an eight months' blockade of New Inlet,
North Carolina, I take the liberty of handing you herewith, for publication in
your valued Weekly (should you deem them of sufficient interest), sketches of
the rebel defenses at that point, and of the "Mound Battery" in its first and
more advanced stages of construction.
The late brilliant operations of
our army and navy at Charleston having turned the tide of blockade-runners from
that port to Wilmington, the latter has consequently become a point of much
interest in the area of the great rebellion. This interest will doubtless be
considerably increased upon the capture of
Charleston, when it is to be hoped
the attention of Government will be directed to the reduction and occupation of
Forts Caswell and Fisher, and contiguous works.
No port on the Southern coast
offers better facilities and protection to the blockade-runner than that of
Wilmington. The two entrances—Western Bar, to the westward, and New Inlet, to
the northward of Smith's Island—give him a decided advantage in privilege of
selection, and render two blockading squadrons as necessary as if there were so
many widely-separated ports to guard. Though the direct distance from Fort
Fisher to Fort Caswell is but seven miles, to reach one point from the other
with a vessel it is necessary to traverse a distance of about sixty miles around
Smith's Island and Frying-Pan Shoals. The coast for some distance on either side
of New Inlet trends nearly due north and south, and presents no curve to shorten
and concentrate the blockading line. The bar, which at most other points is two
miles or more from the nearest batteries, is here but one mile from Fort Fisher,
and within easy range of all the rebel guns. Deep water can be carried to within
a few rods of the beach close to which the blockade-breakers usually run, in the
shadow of the dense pine woods.
There are eight batteries at New
Inlet, mounting in the aggregate about sixty guns, which completely cover the
bar and its approaches. The guns are of the heaviest calibre and longest range,
many of them being the celebrated Whitworth patent. In addition to the above
there are several other batteries, extending at intervals for six or eight miles
along the coast to the northward of Fort Fisher.
The "Mound Battery" is eighty
feet high, composed of sand, bushes, and marsh mud, carried to the top in cars
up an inclined railway by means of a stationary engine at the base. At the time
of our departure from the Inlet, on the 24th ultimo, two heavy guns had been
placed in position on the top, and preparations were going forward for mounting
more. The object of this battery is evidently to throw plunging shot on the
decks of attacking vessels.
Fort Fisher is a strong and
extensive earth-work on the site of the old Light-house, and mounts forty guns
in casemate and barbette.
The other batteries mount from
two to four heavy guns each, and are composed of sand and provided with
A line of submarine obstructions,
consisting of cribs of heavy timber with bars of iron projecting at an outward
angle and torpedoes, stretches across the channel opposite the "Mound Battery;"
while another similar line subtends Cape Fear River, on the inside of the point
and just below Fort St. Philip, a strong fortification on the west bank, some
four or five miles north of the Inlet.
The vessels engaged in violating
the Wilmington blockade are as fast as England can produce, and generally built
for the purpose. They sit low on the water, have no yards,
little or no rigging, and are
provided with telescopic smoke-stacks and masts arranged with hinges, so as to
lower upon the deck. They invariably select the darkest nights for running the
gauntlet of the blockaders.
Until recently the blockade of
Western Bar and New Inlet has been intrusted to an average of eight vessels
only, whose stations were necessarily much farther apart than was desirable.
Notwithstanding the above adverse
circumstances the record of the blockading fleet off Wilmington, from the early
part of February last to the 24th ultimo, shows an aggregate of eight steamers
and quite as many sailing-vessels either captured or destroyed while in the act
of violating the blockade.
Within the last six weeks several
fast and otherwise efficient steamers have been added to the fleet off
Wilmington, and it is sincerely to be hoped that the consequent increased risk
of capture will curtail to a great extent (if not effectually stop) a traffic
that has hitherto been so profitable to neutral Englishmen, and brought so much
material aid and comfort to our rebels.
I am, very respectfully,
Your obedient servant,
JAMES S. ROGERS,
Late Sec. of New Inlet Division
of N. A. B. Squadron.
THE ARMY OF THE POTOMAC.
WE devote considerable space this
week to illustrations of the Army of the Potomac, from sketches by our special
artist, Mr. A. R. Waud. On pages 712 and 713 will be found a picture of the
BATTLE OF BRISTOE'S STATION.
Mr. Waud writes: "General Warren
was attacked by the rebels, already in position on the hills on the opposite
side of the railroad. The attack was made on his flank, while marching in the
rear of the army. The advantage thus gained by the enemy was of little use to
them. General Warren put his troops at once in the best position for a fight,
the railroad embankment forming a perfect rifle-pit. On a hill in his rear
Arnold's battery held a commanding position behind General Webb's brigade—seen
beyond the wind-mill pump, in front of a deserted camp. In the foreground is
Hazard's Battery B, Rhode Island artillery, which, though much exposed, did
excellent service. The two horses in front were killed by one ball. Broad Run
passes under the railroad at a point between the hill where Arnold took position
and the trees this side of it. The result of the battle was the capture of five
guns, two battle-flags, and 450 prisoners, and the killing and wounding of 1200
men, besides the demoralizing influence of the affair on the minds of the men,
who were led to regard the capture of our train as certain. Our loss was about
200, a large proportion being wounded."
On the same pages we illustrate
the BURNING OF THE BRIDGE OVER THE RAPPAHANNOCK, and the STRAGGLERS WADING THE
STREAM after the bridge had been burnt. Mr. Waud writes:
"This bridge was destroyed on
Tuesday, the 13th of October, to prevent the rebels bringing up supplies by
railroad after we evacuated the line of the Rappahannock River. Of course it
could be rebuilt, but that would take a week at least. After it was set on fire
a number of stragglers came up, and had to wade over at the dam just above the
bridge. It is astonishing that men will loaf in the rear of the army, and
thereby risk a long and hungry march into
Richmond, and a still longer and a
On page 716 will be found another
illustration, which depicts the DEFENSIVE WORKS at the bridge over the
Rappahannock. Mr. Waud writes:
"This point, alternately held by
both armies, and the scene of many skirmishes and military movements, is again
in our possession.
Lee, foiled in his intended movement, has declined Meade's
offer of battle, and sullenly has retired, having torn up and destroyed the
railroad track, to finish the destruction which we commenced by burning the
bridge. The smoke in the picture shows the position of the bridge, under the
crest of the hill. The fort on the other side of the river was built to defend
it from attack in that direction, the bank on this side being crowned with
similar works and a line of rifle-pits for some distance up and down the river.
The dark-red earth of which these field-works are made gives a gloomy aspect to
them, in great contrast to the beautiful autumn foliage above which they erect
their frowning crests."
Some of the more humorous scenes
of camp-life are portrayed on page 717. One of them, from a sketch made before
the provost marshal's arrangements were as complete as they now are, shows us a
group of gamblers and thieves waylaying officers off duty. At one time it was
the boast of the gamblers that they were more interested than any other class in
the community in getting the troops paid off, as the bulk of the greenbacks,
sooner or later, fell into their hands. The other picture is described on page
HUMORS OF THE DAY.
WORTH TRYING. — A dashing and
fashionable widow says she thinks of string some gentleman for a breach of
promise, so that the world may know she is in the market.
Mathews was always sprucely
dressed, and fond of a handsome umbrella. Munden was miserly in his habits. He
was generally meanly dressed, and carried an old cotton parachute. After Munden
had left the stage Mathews met him one day in Covent Garden.
"Ah, Munden," said Mathews, "I
beg you'll let me have something of yours as a remembrances."
"Certainly, my boy," replied Joe
Munden; "we'll exchange umbrellas."
Mathews was so taken by storm
that Munden walked off with a new umbrella.
DROPPING THE VOICE.—During a
rehearsal Braham said to Tom Cooke, who was the conductor, "Now, Tom, keep quiet
piano here, because just at this part, to give effect, I intend dropping my
voice." "Do you, by the powers!" said Tom; "whereabouts? for it's just the sort
of voice I should like to pick up."
He who has a heart for his lesson
will soon have his lesson by heart.
What is the difference between a
milkmaid and a swallow?—One skins the milk, and the other skims the water.
THE RING.—Among the Romans the
gift of a ring was a badge of liberation from slavery. Married people may best
explain whether it is so among the moderns.
TO CURIOSITY VENDORS.—Wanted, a
key to open a lock of hair; a pin to fasten the tie of friendship; a cement for
repairing broken vows; and a lacquer for brightening clouded prospects.
Burton once went to a London
theatre to see a new piece played for the first time, and, being "near-sighted,"
preferred going into the pit, so made for that portion of the "Auditorium," when
to his surprise (for he thought he was nearly the first there) he discovered
several persons seated in front of him occupying the most prominent seats.
Shortly after the first act he went out, and seeing the money-taker in his
place, said to him, "You told me I was the first who had paid!" "So you was,"
said the man. "Then, who are all those who were already seated in front when I
went in?" added Burton. "Oh then," continued the matter-o'-fact money-taker,
"they did not pay; we never charges that lot nothink—they're the 'Applause' that
always goes in first!"
Jekyll was told that one his
friends, a brewer, had been drowned in his own vat. "Ah!" he exclaimed,
"floating on his watery bier."
In one of our Western towns they
passed an ordinance forbidding taverns to sell liquors on the Sabbath to any
person except travelers. The next Sunday every man in the town was seen walking
about with a portmanteau in one hand and a pair of saddle-bags in the other.
A celebrated comedian arranged
with his green-grocer, one Berry, to pay him quarterly; but the green-grocer
sent in his account long before the quarter was done. The comedian, in great
wrath, called upon the green-grocer, and, laboring under the impression that his
credit was doubted, said: "I say, here's a pretty mull, Berry; you have sent in
your bill, Berry, before it is due, Berry. Your father, the elder Berry, would
not have been such a goose, Berry; but you need not look black, Berry, for I
don't care a straw, Berry; and I sha'n't pay you till Christmas, Berry!"
Two ragged little urchins, whose
parents paid more attention to the bottle than to the training of their
children, were in the habit of seriously annoying their neighbors who lived
close by with their noise while at play in front of their house. One day the
lady of the house came to the door, and told them to be quiet or go home
immediately. "Jist hear she a-orderin' we," said one of the children to the
other, "when no don't belong to she!"
They say there is truth in wine;
but a drunken man can't be expected to tell the sober truth.
People sometimes undertake to go
ahead, and find they can't go a single foot.
QUERIES.—Somebody wants to know
the name of the tune which was "played upon the feelings," and also if the "cup
of sorrow" has a saucer. The same inquisitor would like to know if "the light of
other days" was gas or electricity. Also if the girl who "clung to hope" had not
a slippery hold, and if people do not get fatigued by "the exercise of
Mr. Noggs, speaking of a blind
wood-sawyer, says, "While none ever saw him see, thousands have seen him saw."
A lady was once declaring that
she could not understand how gentlemen could smoke. "It certainly shortens their
lives," said she. "I didn't know that," exclaimed a gentleman; "there's my
father who smokes every blessed day, and he's now seventy years old." "Well,"
was the reply, "if he had never smoked he might have been eighty by this time."
This is the style in which the
fair ones in some parts of England convey the hint to backward swains: "Why
don't you get married?" said a young lady, the other day, to a bachelor friend,
who was on a visit. "I have been trying for the last ten years to find some one
who would be silly enough to have me," was the reply. "Then you haven't been
down our way," was the insinuating rejoinder.
Madame Boivin for two years had
vainly tried to get her pay for two dozen of cravats which Mr. L., a young fop,
suspected of living a little at the expense of confiding tradesmen, had bought
of her. At last she sent her bill, couched in these terms: "Mr. L., Dr. to two
dozen of fancy satin gens d'armes." "What does this mean?" asked Mr. L. "What
are satin gens d'armes?" "They are doubtless your cravats," was the reply,
"because they take a thief by the throat every morning."
When Cromwell first coined his
money, an old cavalier looking upon one of the new pieces, read this inscription
on one side, "God with us;" on the other, "The Commonwealth of England." "I
see," said he, "God and the Commonwealth are on different sides."
At Bristol a magistrate asked a
prisoner if he were married. "No," replied the man. "Then," rejoined his
worship, amidst peals of laughter, "it's a good thing for your wife."
A philosopher and a wit were
crossing from Dover to Calais, when a high swell rising, the philosopher seemed
under great apprehensions lest he should go to the bottom. "Why," observed the
wit, "that will suit your genius to the letter; as for me, you know I am only
for skimming the surface of things."
Why is the rudder of a steamboat
like a public hangman?—Because it has a stern duty to perform.
A prince, rallying the fatness of
a courtier, who had served him in many embassies, said he looked like an ox. "I
know not," said the courtier, "what I am like; but I know that I often had the
honor to represent your Majesty."
A Dutchman's heart-rending
soliloquy is described thus: "She lofes Shon Mickle so petter as I, because he
has cot a koople tollars more as I has."
A sick cobbler must be regarded
as being well when he begins to mend.
A BACHELOR'S IDEA OF WEDLOCK.—One
of the casualties of life.
SEA-SIDE NOTE.—The desire for
bathing is a very wishy-washy sentiment.
There's no use in your ever
taking a lazy man to task. He won't perform it if you do.
What do we often drop, yet never
stoop to pick up?—A hint.
It is perfectly natural that
physicians generally should have a greater horror of the sea than any body
else—because they are more likely to see sickness.
"I can't reconcile differences,"
said Septimus Hardup. "For instance, there is nothing more regular in its coming
round than dinner-time, and nothing less certain than dinner."
Johnny remarked to his
grandmother that old Mrs. Cranshaw had the appearance of a person with one foot
in the grave. "Well, really, upon my word," said the antique lady, "I thought I
noticed she walked a leetle lame lately."
The man who imagined himself wise
because he detected some typographical errors in a newspaper has been trying to
get a perpendicular view of the rainbow.
THE BEST THING OUT—Out of debt.
THE WORST THING OUT—Out of