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Civil War Harper's Weekly, October 3, 1863

Welcome to our archive of original Civil War Harper's Weekly newspapers. Browse through these papers and read incredible details and view impressive illustrations, all created by eye-witnesses to the events. These details are simply not available anywhere else.

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OCTOBER 3, 1863.]

HARPER'S WEEKLY.

631

the poor lady was a little wrong in her head. They who had heard her story knew far otherwise.

Patience was still thinking of the old words written on every wave of the shifting sea. It will bring him back to me. So often did she gaze and think that the great deep seemed an image of a Great Love, deep and infinite, a Love on which she trusted she was being borne up, a Love which in her firm faith she believed would one day bring back—not dead, but alive—all that she had loved and lost.

HUMORS OF THE DAY.

A LETTER from Gilmore's gallant army contains the following:

We had just captured Morris Island, and I think that never did the feeling of hilarity that follows a quickly-successful engagement more thoroughly pervade a mass of men—soldiers shouting, singing, happy. The sturdy Jack Tars, in quest of adventure or abandoned "loot," doing and saying as only they can when thoroughly buoyant in spit it, came upon the subject of my yarn.

A bronzed blue-jacket had captured a mule, and, not without difficulty, mounted it, perching himself as near the animal's tail as there was a shadow of a chance—the mule objecting in every known way of a mule, and in some ways until then unexhibited.

"Jack, sit more amidships," said Hardy, the first engineer of the Weehawken, "and you'll ride easier."

"Captain," quoth old Salty, "this is the first craft that I was ever in command of, and it is a pity if I can't stay on the quarter-deck."

A lady, who was very modest and submissive before marriage, was observed by a friend to use her tongue pretty freely afterward. "There was a time when I almost imagined she had none." "Yes," said the husband, with a sigh, "but it's very long since."

Laugh at no man for his pug nose; you can never tell what will turn up.

We wonder if any body ever picked up a tear that was dropped.

O'Brien said to Horne Tooke, on the hustings, "So I understand you have all the blackguards in London with you." "I am happy to have it, Sir, on such good authority."

"Miss Brown, I have been to learn how to tell fortunes," said a young man to a brisk brunette. Just give me your hand." "La, Mr. White, how sudden you are!"

EPITAPH ON A MR. MORE.

Here lies one More, and no more than he;

One More, and no more, how can that be?

Why, one More and no more may well lie here alone;

But here lies one More, and that's more than one.

WHAT DAVID MIGHT HAVE DONE IN SCOTLAND.—A Scotch minister, very homely in his address, chose for his text a passage from the Psalms—"I said in my haste, All men are liars." "Ay," premised his reverence by way of introduction, "ye said it in your haste, Dawvid, did ye? Gin ye had been here ye might have said it at your leisure, mon."

What is every body doing at the same time?—Growing older.

A gentleman replied to a female Irish vagrant who accosted him that he never gave to beggars in the street. "If I knew where your Honor lived," quickly responded the woman, "I'd be after calling at your house, and then I shouldn't interfere with your arrangements."

A country youth, who had returned home from London, was asked by his anxious father if he had been guarded in his conduct while there. "Oh yes," was the reply, "I was guarded by two policemen part of the time."

A wag says that in journeying lately he was put into an omnibus with a dozen persons of whom he did not know is single one. Turning a corner shortly after, however, the omnibus was upset; "and then," said he, "I found them all out."

A Quaker, upon being asked why he did not venture to go to an election, at which the proceedings were very riotously conducted, and give his vote, replied: "Friend, I do not see why I should endanger my own poll to benefit another man's."

"Will you take the life of Pierce or Scott this morning, madam?" said a newspaper boy to good Aunt Betsy. "No, my lad," she replied, "they may live to the end of their days for all of me— I've nothing agin 'em."

A windy orator once got up and said—"Sir, after much reflection, consideration, and examination, I have calmly, and deliberately, and carefully come to the determined conclusion, that in those cities where the population is very large, there are a greater number of men, women, and children than in cities where the population is less."

"What do you mean, you little rascal?" exclaimed an individual to an impudent youth that had seized him by the nose in the street, "Oh, nothing; only I am going out to seek my fortune, and father told me to be sure to seize hold of the first thing that turned up."

A lady who prided herself upon her extreme sensibility, said one cloy to her butcher, "How can you follow such a cruel profession? Ah! how can you kill the poor little innocent lambs?" "Madam!" cried the astonished butcher, "would you prefer cooking them alive?"

I remember (says a philanthropist) the case of an old woman at the back of Bishopsgate Street, who lived in a house just opposite a gully-hole; and when I questioned her as to the smell, she replied: "No, Sir, there isn't no smell; there has been a deal of sickness about, and I have lost my son; but I am manured to it, and don't mind it."

What part of speech is kissing?—It is a conjunction.

MAP OF THE THEATRE OF GENERAL ROSECRANS'S OPERATIONS IN THE STATES OF TENNESSEE AND GEORGIA.

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