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THE SENTINEL ON MORRIS
WITH measured tread along
his lonely beat,
At twilight, dawn, or in
the darksome night, Or when at noon the sun, with growing heat,
Lets fall his dazzling
The watchful sentinel, up
and down the shore, Paces with weary feet the yielding sand, While the salt
waves, with deep and sullen roar,
Shout hoarsely to the land.
At dawn he sees the
glitt'ring morning star Set like a jewel in the roseate sky;
And glimmering to the
sight, within the bar,
The fleet at anchor lie.
He sees the city, distant,
dull, and gray,
Its quaint old roofs and
slender, tapering spires, When darkly painted at the close of day
Against the sunset's fires.
At night he sees the
heavens all spangled o'er
With shining gems that like
bright watch-fires burn; And though far off, and on a hostile shore,
His thoughts to home will
Or maybe, in the pitiless,
While moans the wind like
some poor soul in pain, With drooping head and weary, bended form He braves the
And in his mind there
dwells a picture fair--A cottage-room with walls like purest snow, And round the
hearth-stone friendly faces there
Shine in the fire's warm
An aged man, with locks all
An aged dame, his helpmate
she through life; And still a third, with mild eyes beaming bright,
Perhaps the soldier's wife;
And rosy children climb
upon her knee—With smiling face looks on the aged dame—They, laughing, clap
their little hands in glee,
And sweetly lisp his name.
Now from the frowning
batteries bristling side Peals forth the murderous cannon's awful roar, Waking
the answering echoes, far and wide,
From shore to farthest
So fades the picture: each
loved form is fled—That waking vision, beautiful yet brief; And up the beach
with solid, steady tread
Comes on the brave
Then on his bed, while
falls the chilly rain
And other sentinels their
Sweet thoughts of home go
flitting through his brain, And fill his dreamful sleep.
SATURDAY, MARCH 19, 1864.
THE OPENING OF THE CAMPAIGN OF '64.
THE preliminary operations
of the campaign of 1864 have not been entirely satisfactory, but, with the
exception of the
battle of Olustee, in Florida, they have resulted in no
disaster. The rebels have been kept wide awake along their whole line, and the
lesson which was taught us by General Jeb STUART'S ride around
upon the Peninsula, KILPATRICK'S second raid proves that we have very thoroughly
learned. This last movement was a rapid dash, breaking communications and
Richmond. Its result is inevitably a sense of insecurity in the rebel
capital. It teaches that city and every spectator of the great struggle that we
have at last learned war, and that the daring Yankee genius has recovered from
the astonishment and apparent paralysis into which the outbreak of the rebellion
seemed to have plunged it.
There has been considerable
lamentation over the result of this raid and of
SHERMAN'S mystic march. But any
man who has closely watched affairs can only be amused by it, When SHERMAN moved
Vicksburg the advance of his column was accompanied by the most imposing
newspaper columns of military speculation and promise. He was on his way to
Mobile. He was flanking JOHNSON'S army. His "objective" was Meridian, or Selma,
or Montgomery, or the Gulf. He would enter Georgia at this point or at that. It
was a very fine array of hopes, surmises, theories, possibilities,
probabilities. Meanwhile the solitary fact was that he had moved with an
uncertain number of men and with the lightest artillery. If we had waited for
some definite news from him we should have been spared much distress and
disappointment. It is to the positive assertions upon half knowledge, and to the
peculations upon inaccurate data, that we owe much of our chagrin at the
problematical result. A mere raid, a reconnoissance in force, a diversion, were
theories quite as plausible and more probable than the capture of Mobile or the
turning of Johnson's flank. Very much of our ill-humor is simply revenge upon
our own mistake.
So with KILPATRICK'S raid.
We had the usual mysterious leakage in the newspapers that the Army of the
Potomac was in motion; that news might be expected ; that there was no battle up
to 10 A.M. ; and all the rest of it, with which three years' experience ought to
have made us good-humoredly familiar. Then KILPATRICK was fairly off. He was to
LEE'S communications. He was to sack Richmond, release our prisoners,
and bag the rebel authorities.
BUTLER was to join him—had join. ed him—and
victory was settling and about to perch upon his flag.
MEADE was to advance,
fall upon LEE with no retreat behind him, and
effectually finish him. And
all this because the brave KILPATRICK with three or four thousand men was off
upon a raid through the enemy's rear.
He makes his raid. He
destroys railroads, canals, and bridges. He captures prisoners, and burns mills
and supplies. He fights his way through the first line of defenses about
Richmond. Colonel DAHLGREN is misled by a guide whom he hangs, and is therefore
unable to join him in time. KILPATRICK withdraws. He comes riding safely into
General BUTLER'S lines, his total loss in every way not more than a hundred and
fifty men; and after three days' rest soldiers and horses will be ready again
for duty. It is a brilliant foray; but because Richmond is not taken, nor LEE
defeated, nor the rebel leaders snared, we cry pish! and exclaim, " Is that all
Now is this fair? Is not
our disappointment the result of the failure of our theories rather than of the
expedition? We make a plan which looks very admirable. It does not chance to be
the plan of the movement, and we are disgusted. There can be no doubt that
KILPATRICK'S plan was to do all he could; all that the force, the
circumstances, and good fortune permitted. That he and his brave troops have
done, and most gallantly. All honor to them! The next time a movement begins
with the usual mysterious intimations, let us try, at least, to shape our
anticipations as nearly as possible by what we know, and not by what we wildly
wish, and we shall have less occasion to feel or to express disappointment.
There is nothing in the opening of the campaign, except the sad day at Olustee
and the retreat of SMITH, which need dishearten any man. We must remember that
the rising of the tide is not shown by every single wave at every moment, but by
the great body of water from time to time. How often last spring we were foiled
at Vicksburg! But last year's was a grand campaign. Don't grumble at the waves.
Watch the tide-marks.
THE QUESTION AND THE
THERE is surely no need of
misunderstanding the reported correspondence between
Mr. LINCOLN and Mr. CHASE.
After the Pomeroy Circular appeared Mr. CHASE asked the President if the
attitude in which his friends had placed him of a candidate for the Presidency
could prejudice the public interests under his charge. The President replied
that he could not see why it should, but that, of course,
Mr. CHASE must be the
Nothing could be simpler or
fairer on both sides. Yet it is equally clear that, if Mr. CHASE had known the
contents of the Pomeroy Circular, he could not honorably remain in his position
: not because he is a candidate for the Presidency, but because he is the
confidential adviser of the President, and the Circular charges Mr. LINCOLN with
corruption and with treachery to the nation and liberty. But when Mr. CHASE
assures the President that he had no knowledge of the Pomeroy Circular, there is
no more occasion for his withdrawal from the Cabinet than for that of
The contest for the
nomination promises to be warm, as is natural when men are in earnest. But it
should be remembered that it is for the nomination, not for the election. And
when the Westliche Post, a German paper in St. Louis, raises the standard of
FREMONT, and says that it means to fight under that, whatever the Convention may
decide, it merely declares that it will gratify itself at any cost or risk to
the country. It is to be hoped that the Westliche Post does not regard such a
course as loyal or patriotic. For while every man has a right to vote for
whomsoever he will, yet at a time like this every loyal citizen will ask, If I
can't have my own may exactly, what is the next best course? If the friends of
Mr. LINCOLN, of Mr, CHASE, of
General FREMONT, or of General BUTLER, should all
take the ground that they will in any case vote for their favorite, and for
nobody else, it certainly is neither worth while for Union men to go into an
election nor to pay another penny for the prosecution of the war.
We do not anticipate such
an early suicide of the country. Such expressions are but the first ardors of
the canvass. They last often until the nomination, but if the heart of the
people is sound they do not last until the election. We can remember very well
that when Mr. LINCOLN was nominated at Chicago eminent political friends of
SEWARD gnashed their teeth and vowed that New York would not vote for
him. The eminent gentlemen thought better of it before the election, and imperial New
York gave Mr. LINCOLN fifty thousand majority. Unless the party spirit of Union
men is stronger than their patriotism the Union candidate will be surely
elected. The question for us then is, simply, who of all the gentlemen mentioned
is, under the circumstances, most likely to carry the country with the least
peril through the necessary excitement of a renewal of the Administration, and
to prosecute, with the largest share of public confidence upon all sides, the
present policy of the war. It seems to us that to ask the question is to answer
it with the name of Mr. Lincoln.
THE TWENTIETH U. S. COLORED
UNION SQUARE is fast becoming historic ground.
Less than ten years ago we stood there one evening while a band played a
serenade; after which FERNANDO WOOD introduced JAMES BUCHANAN from the balcony
of the Everett House to the crowd beneath. Last week we stood there, while from
a platform beneath the balcony the son of RUFUS KING, in lofty and touching
words, presented the flag of the Union and of Liberty to the first regiment of
colored troops that has marched from this city to de-fend both. Elsewhere in
this paper there is a picture of the scene ; and no scene of the war has been
more striking or significant. In the same Square three years ago there was the
first great gathering of the American people in sup-port of the war ; when
General ANDERSON and the soldiers of
Sumter were the heroes of the hour, and the
war begun in
Charleston harbor had been continued in the
streets of Baltimore.
Last spring, in the same Square, was the great meeting upon the anniversary of
Sumter, preceded by the formal dedication of the Loyal Club-House. This
spring's spectacle completes the cycle. The seed that BUCHANAN planted and WOOD
watered produced the
attack on Sumter, and the riots in Baltimore and New York;
and no less, by God's grace, it produced the meetings of April 1861 and 1863,
and the honorable and hearty God-speed to the colored soldiers.
The day was soft and
bright. The winds of March forgot to blow; and at 11 o'clock the regiment
arrived from Riker's Island, where it had been encamped, and marched down the
Fifth Avenue. Windows and door-steps were thronged with eager forms, and under
waving handkerchiefs and friendly salutations the brave men marched by. At 1
o'clock they wheeled into Union Square from Fourteenth Street. The music of
drums and trumpets mingled with the loud huzzas of the great crowd. The windows
and steps here also were solid with welcoming hands and faces, and on the Loyal
Union Club-House the flag was flying, as on the chief buildings in the Square. A
line of policemen kept the space clear where Seventeenth Street crosses the
Square. The tops of the houses were dotted with spectators. A huge platform was
built out from the windows of the Club-House and filled with ladies; and a
smaller stage, from which the speech of presentation was to be made, stood
between the Club-House and the Everett House. The regiment advanced into the
open space amidst the cheers and tears of those who felt the significance of the
spectacle. The soldiers had handled their muskets but five days; but when they
obeyed the "order arms" there was a solid, simultaneous ring upon the pavement,
which enforced the heartiest applause. Then President KING of Columbia College
rose, and in a few noble and thrilling sentences, fervent, cheering, and
pathetic, addressed Colonel BARTRAM, and handed him the national and regimental
flags. The Colonel, who has seen constant service since the war begun, and who
has commanded colored troops, and believes in them, made a manly and modest
reply. Cheers were given for the Colonel and the troops. The band played the
national airs. Then the regiment raised a mighty shout, and was dismissed for a
time to lunch and say good-by. The officers went into the Club-House for oysters
and coffee; and toward 4 o'clock the line was formed, and the march began down
Every where the soldiers
were greeted as a great city ought to greet its defenders, and as it has saluted
every departing regiment since the Seventh marched on the 19th of April, three
years ago. The flag of the country waved over them in benediction. The prayers
of all noble hearts follow them. For these soldiers go to peculiar dangers.
Officers and men, they have counted the cost ; and for union, liberty, and peace
they are willing to pay the price. " It has been the habit of those among us,"
said Colonel BARTRAM, " who sympathize with the traitors now in arms against
us, to sneer at what they are pleased to term the cowardice of the negro. I hope
Port Hudson, Fort Wagner, and Olustee have forever settled this question."
Yes, and he and his soldiers will settle it still further, and thereby help to
lift the bitter prejudice from the national heart. To no holier work could any
man be devoted. God bless the Colonel, the officers, and the men of the
Twentieth United States Colored Regiment and the cause they go to defend !
"A PRISONER states that a
Colonel with one foot had been captured," said the first report of KILPATRICK'S
"A rebel deserter informs
one of my Aids that a one-legged Colonel and about a hundred men were taken
prisoners," telegraphed General BUTLER to the President.
"Of one thing the public
may rest assured that these officers will escape if such a thing is within the
region of possibilities," said a later account.
received a dispatch from Fortress Monroe this afternoon stating that
with his hundred men, had safely arrived within our lines. The Colonel was at
Fortress Monroe. The President and Secretary STANTON imme-
diately called upon Admiral
DAHLGREN, to convey the glad tidings and congratulate him upon the safety of his
gallant son," said one still later.
"Colonel DAHLGREN is dead,"
said yet another report.
ULRIC DAHLGREN is scarcely
more than twenty years old. He was wounded in the leg last summer, just after
battle of Gettysburg, in the daring dash by which he succeeded in capturing
the rebel dispatches from JEFFERSON DAVIS to
General LEE. His leg was
subsequently taken off. Four weeks ago he was a tall, slight, pale-faced boy,
sitting quietly in
Washington, and saying, pleasantly : "I am waiting for my
new leg, and then I shall see whether I can ride again." Four weeks ago ! We all
know now whether he can ride again. The brave boy has not only dashed at the
outworks of the rebel city, but, living or dead, he has ridden straight into the
love and honor of his countrymen.
THOMAS STARR KING.
By the death of the Rev.
Thomas STARR KING the country loses a most valuable citizen ; and the large
circle which knew him as a preacher, a lecturer, or a friend, deplores the loss
of a most genial and delightful companion. Characteristically an American;
devoted to every good work; hospitable to every new thought and movement; of the
most cheerful temperament and sweet good sense; vigorous, incisive, and
brilliant in his public discourse; racy, thoughtful, and generous in his private
intercourse, his life is ended before he had completed his fortieth year.
Until five years ago Mr.
KING was generally known as one of the most eloquent and brilliant of lyceum
lecturers, and in a smaller sphere as a liberal preacher of the most charming
gifts. Re-moving to California, the newness of the country and the exigency of
the times at once developed all the peculiar force of his genius, and he was
universally recognized as a most efficient and successful worker in the great
cause. His clear perception, his fervid eloquence, his simple manners and life,
his unassuming piety, his signal sagacity took the heart of the young and
distant State, and held it fast to the common mother. It was a noble work nobly
done. That mother has seen many of her best and dearest fall in the great
struggle ; some in the field, in the camp, at home, in the hospital, by sudden
shot or by lingering disease. But no son of hers had consecrated himself more
entirely to the service for which his powers had fitted him, of deepening and
strengthening the purest patriotism, and inspiring the most faithful love to God
and man, than THOMAS STARR KING.
A FAITHFUL WIDOW.
THE loiterer along
who stops to look at the monument of General MONTGOMERY in St. Paul's church,
will be glad to read this touching incident related by Mr. HUNT in his lately
published " Life of Edward Livingston." MONTGOMERY was a captain in the British
army when he first met Livingston's sister, Janet, whom he afterward married.
When the revolutionary war began he was made one of the eight Brigadier-Generals
of the army of the United Colonies. He had been married but two years, but his
wife did not oppose his departure, and he took leave of her at Saratoga, in
1775, upon his way to Canada. His parting words to her were, " You shall never
have cause to blush for your MONTGOMERY;" and she never saw him again.
In the year 1818 the
Legislature of New York resolved to transfer his remains from Canada, and EDWARD
LIVINGSTON'S son, Lewis, the nephew of Mrs. MONTGOMERY, was commissioned by
Govern-or DE W ITT CLINTON to superintend the removal. On the 9th of July they
reached Albany, and lay in state in the Capitol. On Monday they were taken under
military escort upon the steamer Richmond to New York. Mr. HUNT says:
"The Governor had advised
Mrs. MONTGOMERY at about what hour the boat, bearing the remains of her husband,
would pass her house, Montgomery Place. By her own request she stood alone upon
the portico at the appointed time. She had lived with the General but two years.
It was then almost forty-three years since she had parted with him at Saratoga.
For a third of a century out of this latter period the waters of the Hudson,
like all other wa-terrs, had been ignorant of steam vessels. The change which,
in the mean time, had come over her person was not greater than that which the
face of the country, its government, and all the objects with which she was
familiar, had undergone. Yet she had continued as faithful to the memory of her
'soldier,' as she called him, as if she still looked for him to come back alive
and unaltered. The steamer halted before her: the 'Dead March' was played by the
band, a salute was fired, and the ashes of the de-parted hero passed on. The
attendants of the venerable widow now sought her. She had succumbed to her
emotions, and fallen to the floor in a swoon."
THACKERAY, at the time of
his death;, was en-gaged upon a Novel, to be published simultaneously in the
Cornhill and Harper's Magazine. He had completed and corrected about four of the
monthly parts. The fragment will appear in Harper's Magazine, commencing in the
April Number. The title is "Denis Duval;" the opening scenes are laid in France
some half century ago. Of this story Charles Dickens says: " In respect of
earnestness, far-seeing purpose, character, incident, and certain loving
picturesqueness blending the whole, I believe it to be much the best of all his
works. That he fully meant it to he so, that he had become strongly attached to
it, and that he had bestowed great pains upon it, I trace in almost every page.
It contains one picture which must have cost him extreme distress, and which is
a master-piece." This picture, which is essentially a chapter from Thackeray's
own life, is contained, we presume, in the first part, now before us.—We find
upon our table a new edition of " Vanity Fair," published by (Next