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THE BRIG "VISION," CAPTAIN DONOVAN, LEAVING NEW
YORK FOR LIVERPOOL, JUNE 26, 1864.
EXECUTION OF THE NEGRO WILLIAM JOHNSON, AT
PETERSBURG, VA.—[PHOTOGRAPHED BY BRADY.]
WE give above an illustration
representing the brig Vision, which sailed on Sunday, June 26, from the Battery
direct for Liverpool. Probably no vessel ever ventured to breast the Atlantic
under circumstances so novel and impressive. This little brig is only fifteen
feet long and four and a half feet wide, and has only a depth of two feet and
ten inches. Her crew consisted of Captain JOHN C. DONOVAN, who owns the vessel,
a Rhode Island sailor, and the Captain's dog Toby. The Vision was to have
started on Saturday, but was delayed ; she is expected to make her trip in two
months. Notwithstanding the heat on Sunday, a large number of people crowded the
Battery to witness her departure on this most romantic voyage. The brig sailed
out in gallant style, carrying the stars and stripes.
In our last Weekly was engraved a
General LEE, and in this we give that of
General LONGSTREET, who is perhaps, since the
death of STONEWALL JACKSON, second only to LEE
in the military reputation he has achieved by the campaigns between
Washington and Richmond during the last three
years. General JAMES LONGSTREET, who is a native of Alabama, was regularly
educated for the profession of arms. He entered the United States army in 1838.
third United States colored
troops, and on the 8th attempted to commit an outrage on a white woman at
Cold Harbor. Considerable importance was given
to the affair, in order that the example might be made more effective. JOHNSON
confessed his guilt and was executed within the outer breast works about
Petersburg, on an elevation, and in plain view of the enemy, a white flag
covering the ceremony.
GENERAL F. C. BARLOW.
GENERAL FRANCIS CHINNING BARLOW,
more familiarly known as General FRANK BARLOW, whose portrait appears on
page 437, is already
one of the most conspicuous soldiers of the war—one of its most heroic and
romantic figures. Born in Brooklyn, in 1834, he passed most of his childhood and
youth in New England, graduating at the head of the distinguished class at
Harvard in 1855. The college traditions of that time are full of anecdotes of
his humor, and that fascinating superiority which excels without an effort. Upon
leaving college he studied law, and after a brief employment in the Tribine
office began to practice in New York. His cool, clear head and true heart taught
him the significance of public affairs, and at the best call to arms he rose
from his desk and enrolled himself as a
private in the New York Twelfth
Militia Regiment. The President's proclamation appeared upon Monday, the 15th of
April, 1861. On Sunday, the 21st, the Twelfth Regiment marched. In three months
Private BARLOW was First Lieutenant. Presently he was made Lieutenant-Colonel of
the New York Sixty-first. His remarkable military capacity developed itself upon
every occasion. Calm, swift, and inexorable, he mastered the theory of war,
while his qualities and temperament peculiarly fitted him for active service in
the field. During the siege of Yorktown he became Colonel, and was
Acting-Brigadier during part of the action at Fair Oaks. In the retreat from the
Chickahominy to the
James his regiment rendered most important
service. He returned to Washington after the terrible fighting in the
second Bull Run campaign with scarcely more
than a hundred men, and the New York Sixty-fourth was added to Colonel BARLOW'S
command. At the
battle of Antietam, on the 17th September,
1862, he captured two stands of colors and three hundred men, and was highly
praised by General CALDWELL, and recommended for promotion. Colonel BARLOW
received two severe wounds, and was carried off the field for dead. Two days
afterward the President appointed him Brigadier-General for distinguished
conduct at the
battle of Fair Oaks.
General BARLOW lay for a long
time prostrate with his wounds. But he gradually recovered, and was at the head
of his brigade at Gettysburg.
He was terribly wounded
again in that battle, and fell into the hands of the rebels; but thinking him
sure to die, they allowed him to be taken within our lines. He languished for
many months, but daring the spring he was so far recovered as to look once more
for active service. He said, "I ask only to go with
General HANCOCK;" and when the Army of the
Potomac moved, on the 3d and 4th of May, General BARLOW commanded the first
division of HANCOCK'S corps.
During the present campaign no
name has been more illustrious for valor and victory. With BIRNEY'S division
BARLOW'S made that silent assault at daybreak upon the rebel works at
Spottsylvania--silent until success broke out into a tumuli of cheers —which
resulted in the capture of the rebel Generals JOHNSON and STEWART, three
thousand men, eighteen cannon, and twenty-two standards. Throughout the campaign
BARLOW is conspicous among the noble hand of united heroes, officers and men, in
the very active front of battle. He is just thirty years old, but he has already
made a name that the history of American Liberty will forever honor. The men of
General BARLOW'S division would never forgive his biographer who should omit to
record the unwearied service in the hospitals and among the wounded and dying
Union soldiers, front the beginning of the war to this day, of his faithful and
devoted wife. Never far from her heroic husband in the field, she is always an
angel of mercy in his camp and among his men, and for no woman in the land do
more earnest prayers ascend from suffering lips and grateful hearts than for
Mrs. General BARLOW.
He was attached first to the
Fourth and then to the Eighth infantry regiments. He served in all the battles
Mexican war, and, like General LEE, was wounded
Chapultepec. He was twice brevetted for
distinguished services in that war. In 1858 he obtained a post in the
Paymaster's department, to which he belonged, with the rank of Major. When the
civil war broke out, in 1861, he at once joined the army of the
Confederate States. The brigade which he
commanded at the
fight of Bull Run, in July of that year was one
of the first bodies of southern troops that came into actual collision with the
Federals; and in the sanguinary battle of Manassas, which soon afterward ensued,
General LONGSTREET led the main attack, though
General BEAUREGARD was in chief command. As a
General of Division, LONGSTREET acted under General LEE, throughout the Virginia
campaigns of 1862 and 1863. LONGSTREET is forty-three years of age-a thick-set,
determined looking man. His corps, who are devotedly attached to him, often
complain that he is always with General LEE. He is in the habit of exposing
himself in a careless manner, and it was perhaps in this way that he got his
wound in one of the
battles in the Wilderness. At
Gettysburg he is said to have led a Georgian
regiment in a charge against a battery, hat in hand, and in front of every body.
A few hours later a Colonel found him seated on the top of a snake fence at the
edge of the wood, and looking perfectly calm and unperturbed, while some of his
troops passed by. The gallant Colonel, who scarcely knew what had been the
result of the battle, observed to General LONGSTREET, " I wouldn't have missed
this for anything." LONGSTREET replied, laughing, " The devil you wouldn't ! I
should liked to have missed it very much ; we've attacked, and been repulsed;
ON this page a sketch is given
representing the execution, on June 20, of WILLIAM JOHNSON, a colored soldier.
He deserted from the twenty
I GOT MY LITTLE
"RALPH, I wish I had a nice
" Should think you might be
satisfied with a first-class husband, baby, and puss."
Ralph turned over a leaf of his
law-book with a significant air, and the clock and sewing-machine ticked on in
silence for five minutes.
" Ralph, I tell you I do want a
cunning little dog."
Clock and sewing-machine
monopolize another five minutes.
"Oh, Ralph, you don't know how I
want a pretty little dog."
" Y-e-s." Four minutes, fifty-six
" Ralphie, I tell you you've no
idea how I want that little doggie."
" Blast it!"
The sewing-machine paused for a
moment while I rose to inflict a disciplinary cuff upon the curls over Ralph's
And that is a specimen of that
gentleman's ordinary success in studying law books in the palor.
I don't blame the poor fellow.
About six months ago I walked over one day to his office up town—that is, just
beyond the Excelsior Hotel, which forms the centre of Schencksville. I staid
some live hours, sweeping, dusting, sorting, arranging, picking up and carrying
away—staid, in fact, until the establishment showed signs of civilization. Two
days afterward I called, in passing, to enjoy a few minutes' quiet contemplation
of the results of my labors. I have not been there since. Ralph returned to the
attractions of that fascinating volume, and I to the side-seam of baby's bib.
There was a window just across the sewing-table at my left, with a dielyton
THE REBEL GENERAL JAMES LONGSTREET.