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Page) between Tunnel Hill and Dalton, Georgia. The Roost forms a very
strong natural defense, and in February last, at the time of General PALMER'S
advance, the enemy were enabled, in the shelter of the gap, to offer a stubborn
resistance with but little risk, while inflicting serious loss upon the
assailants. Our picture will enable the reader to form a tolerably accurate idea
of the character of the country in which General SHERMAN'S army is now
MUSICAL FESTIVAL IN PHILADELPHIA.
WE give on
page 324 a sketch of
the opening scene of the GRAND MUSICAL FESTIVAL in aid of the Sanitary
Commission, in Philadelphia, on the night of the 4th instant. The feature of the
occasion was the production of a new opera, " Notre Dame of Paris," by WILLIAM
H. FRY. The scene is described as most brilliant.
The festival which opened with
this representation is the beginning of a series of entertainments preliminary
to the great Sanitary Fair to be held in Philadelphia in June. This Fair
promises to be the most magnificent and extensive yet held, and will add another
substantial evidence to the many which that city has already furnished of
unconditional loyalty to the Union, and profound sympathy with the wants and
sufferings of those who are battling in its defense.
GENERAL BUTLER'S MOVEMENT.
WE give on
page 325 two
illustrations, representing the DEPARTURE OF THE UNION FLEET FROM NEWPORT NEWS,
in the grand movement against Richmond, and the ARRIVAL OF GENERAL BUTLER'S
ADVANCE AT CITY POINT. Our sketches were taken on the spot by a naval officer,
and present an interesting view of the formidable character of General BUTLER'S
THE picture on
pages 328 and 329
illustrative of the atrocities committed by the rebels upon Union troops, white
and black, is of particular interest at this time. The scenes presented
represent only a few of the sad facts which rebel inhumanity has forced into the
history of the time, but they are significant types of the whole, while the
design of the central scene most happily presents the origin of the black flag
policy and the persons responsible for its adoption. All these butcheries are
the result of the proclamation of JEFFERSON DAVIS, issued December 23, 1862, in
which he declared, " That all negro slaves captured in arms be at once delivered
over to the Executive authorities of the respective States to which they belong,
to be dealt with according to the laws of said States. That the like orders be
executed in all cases with respect to all commissioned officers of the United
States when found serving in company with said slaves in insurrection against
the authorities of the different States of this Confederacy." Under this
proclamation the rebels proceeded to act at the first opportunity. At
January 1, 1863, part of a Massachusetts regiment was captured, and the rebels
took two negroes, free born citizens of Massachusetts, residents of Norfolk
county in that State, and sold them into Slavery. Near the end of that month,
twenty teamsters driving a wagon train of
General ROSECRANS'S were captured near
Murfreesboro, Tennessee, tied to the trees by the road side, and shot. In May,
two negroes in the service and uniform of the United States were captured on
picket at Port Hudson and forthwith hanged. On the 27th of May, the first
Port Hudson was delivered, and many of the negro troops fighting with
great courage were wounded and fell into rebel hands. Of these, some were
murdered on the spot in the sight of their comrades. On the 6th of June there
was an engagement at
Milliken's Bend between about 200 negro troops and an
overpowering force of rebels. A large number of the negroes were murdered on the
field after they had surrendered. Some of them were shot. Some were put to death
by the bayonet. Some were crucified and burned. Of those whom this last fate
befell, several were white officers in command of the negro troops. And so at
all points the work of butchery went on, culminating finally in the wholesale
massacre at Fort Pillow, which is still fresh in the public recollection. The
incident presented in one of our sketches —General FORREST murdering the servant
of a Union officer—occurred about two years since, and is thus stated by
Major-General STANLEY :
About the middle of the summer of
1862, FORREST surprised the post of Murfreesboro, commanded by Brigadier General
T. T. CRITTENDEN, of Indiana. The garrison was composed mostly of the Ninth
Michigan and Second Minnesota Infantry and the Seventh Pennsylvania Cavalry.
After some little fighting the troops were surrendered. A mulatto man, who was a
servant of one of the officers of the Union forces, was brought to FORREST on
horseback. The latter inquired of him, with many oaths, "what he was doing
there? The mulatto answered that he was a free man, and came out as a servant to
an officer—naming the officer. FORREST, who was on horseback, deliberately put
his hand to his holter, drew his pistol, and blew the man's brains out. The
rebel officer stated that the mulatto man came from Pennsylvania, and the same
officer denounced the act as one of cold-blooded murder, and declared he would
never again serve under FORREST.
The treatment of our prisoners at
Belle Isle and in Southern prisons is well known to the public, and need not be
referred to here.
OF RICHMOND, VIRGINIA.
WE give on
page 332 a MAP OF
RICHMOND AND ITS ENVIRONS, showing the fortifications erected by the rebels for
its defense, and its railroad connections. Only two of the forts are named ; the
others are known by their numbers. It will be seen that on the south side the
city is comparatively unprotected.
SLEEP AND DEATH.
SAY, when the infant sleeps its
wakeless sleep, Its life-blood cold—its heart can beat, no more—Its little eyes,
'erst bright, with hazy film
Are clouded o'er
Say, is this death?
No ! it is only sleep.
Say, when the warrior sinks upon
the field, The hard-fought battle o'er, his duty done, The last wild cry that
strikes upon his ear
"The fight is won!"
Say, is this death?
No ! it is only sleep.
Say, when, the old man having run
his race, And seen his friendships fade and loves decay, Life's evening closes,
and in Heaven awaits
A brighter day
Say, is this death?
No! it is only sleep.
Say, when the heart is fresh, and
love's young dream Together binds two hearts, two souls, two lives, The loved
one perishes, one memory lives,
One heart survives
Say, what is this?
Ah! this is truly death!
"TICKET, Sir, if you please!"
Between dusk and daylight—the
warm gold of the sunset sky just fading into crimson, and the Express Train
thundering over the iron track like some strong, furious demon. Carll Silver
became dimly conscious of these things as he started from a brief, restless
slumber, wherein his knapsack had served as pillow, and stared vaguely into the
sharp Yankee face of the obdurate conductor.
" Ticket! I suppose I've such a
thing about me," he muttered, drowsily, searching first one pocket and then the
other. "Oh, here it is ! I say, Conductor, are we near New York?"
"Twenty minutes or so will bring
us into Jersey City, Sir—we're making pretty good time."
And the sharp faced official
passed on, to harass the next unfortunate man who had neglected to put his
ticket in his hat-band; while Captain Silver dragged himself into a sitting
posture, putting his two hands back of his head with a portentous yawn, and
smiled to remember the fantastic dreams that had chased one another through his
brain during that half-hour of cramped, uneasy slumber from which the
conductor's challenge had roused him—dreams in which bloody battle-fields and
lonely night-marches had blended oddly with sweet home-voices, and the
sulphureous breath of artillery had mingled with violet scents from the twilight
woods around, and gusts of sweetness from tossing clouds of peach-blooms,
through which the flying Express Train shot remorselessly.
And then Carll Silver began to
think of other things.
" Conductor !" whispered the fat
old lady opposite, in the bombazine bonnet and snuff-colored shawl.
" Yes 'm," said the man of
tickets, stopping abruptly in his transit through the cars, and inclining his
"That young man in the military
cap, Conductor—I hope he ain't an escaped lunatic dressed up in soldier's
clothes. I've heerd o' such things. And I don't a bit like the way he keeps
grinnin' to him self and rubbin' his two hands together. He's acted queer all
day—and I'm travelin' all alone, Conductor!"
The conductor laughed and passed
on. The old lady bridled in offended dignity. Bless her anxious heart ! how was
she to know that Captain Silver was only rejoicing in the thoughts of the
glorious " surprise" he had in store for his mother and dimple-faced sister that
night ? Was it not a year —twelve long, long months—since he had looked upon
their faces last ? And now
Oh, speed on your way, Express
Train, through quiet villages where daffodils sprinkle all the gardens with gold
! Speed over the sloping hills, where springing grass sends up a faint,
delicious smell, and brooks babble under swinging willows—past lonely
church-yards, where the white hands of innumerable grave-stones beckon through
the twilight and are gone ; for every throb of your iron pulse brings one true
heart nearer home ! Shot and shell have spared him for this hour ; fever and
pestilence and foul malaria have passed him by; and now-
Suppose there should be an
accident ! He had heard of such things on these lightning routes. Suppose he
should be carried home a dead, mangled corpse, the words of greeting frozen into
eternal silence on his lips, the glad light sealed forever under the heavy
eyelids ! Strange that such morbid fancies should never have assailed him in the
fire and smoke of Gettysburg, yet come to him now, like guests that would not be
driven away, when he was within twenty minutes of home! Would it break his
mother's heart ; or would she live on ? And would Kate Meriam care?—Kate Meriam,
the blue-eyed, shy little fairy, who never would look at him save through her
long brown lashes, and whose coy mouth always made him think of scarlet cherries
and roses dashed in dew.
"To think !" ejaculated Carll
Silver, bringing down his bronzed fist on the window ledge with a force that
made the glass rattle ominously and struck a chill to the heart of the old lady
in the bombazine bonnet—"to think that I, who would knock down the man who
ventured to tell me I was a coward, should be afraid to say frankly to a little
slender girl that I love her ! To think that the very touch of her glove, the
sound of her footstep, the rustle of her ribbons can frighten my self possession
away, and make a staring, silent idiot of me ! After all, what is a man's
courage worth? There's no use in thinking of it. I shall die an old bachelor,
for I'll never marry any woman but Kate Meriam, and I never shall dare to plead
my cause with Kate. I wish I hadn't such an absurd streak of cowardice through
Yet Captain Silver's men had told
a different tale when he led them over the bridge in that dread
ful charge at Antietam. Cowardice
! there are several different interpretations to that word.
" Carriage ! carriage ! No, I
won't have a carriage. Get away from me you fellows! you're worse than the
locusts of Egypt, and ten times as noisy," growled Captain Silver, energetically
elbowing his way through the swarms of eager hackmen, who were making night
hideous, at the foot of Cortlandt Street. "Do you suppose I'm going to spoil my
precious surprise with a carriage?"
Broadway by gaslight ! How
strange, yet how familiar it seemed to the returning exile, with its stately
facades of freestone and marble, seeming literally to rest on foundations of
quivering fire, and its throngs of people, coming and going in everlasting
succession, like the tides of a never resting sea. Carll Silver's heart leaped
up in his breast with a quick, joyous throb at the old accustomed sights and
sounds. It was good to feel his foot-steps ringing on Manhattanese ground.
No lights in the house ! His
heart stood still a moment. That was strange—ominous. But then he remembered
that his mother was fond of sitting in the twilight, and dismissed the lingering
doubt from his mind. How lucky, the door was on the latch and swung noiselessly
Mush ! not a creaking stair or
clanking spur must betray him ; through the old familiar hall he passed and into
his mother's room, lighted only by the ruddy glimmer of a bright coal fire.
"Where the mischief are they
all?" ejaculated Captain Silver under his breath. "No matter—they'll be along
soon ; meantime I'll wheel this big chair up, and take a bask, for the air's
chill if it is the first week in May. Won't they be a little astonished, though,
when they come in? Upon my word, things couldn't have happened nicer ! Faugh !
what a smell of paint—whitewash, too, as I'm a living sinner ! Confound it, I've
kicked over a pail of the stuff ! If the women folks aren't house cleaning!"
The Captain gave an indignant and
contemptuous sniff as he surveyed the desolate scene.
" What comfort a female can find
in turning things upside down, and deluging the house with soap and water twice
a year, I can't imagine. Carpets all up—floors damp Curtains torn down not one
familiar object to greet a fellow's eyes after a twelvemonth's absence from
home. Heigh-ho ! I think I'll light a cigar."
Which he did, and began to smoke
There was a rustle and a tripping
footfall on the stairs. The Captain took out his cigar and listened.
"That's Minny," said he to
himself. " Mamma doesn't dance up stairs like that."
He rose, and leaned against the
door casing as the dancing feet came nearer and hearer. How his heart beat as
the fire light shone upon a crimson merino dress and a little white apron on the
thresh old ! And the next moment he had caught the slight form in his arms, and
was showering kisses on cheek and brow and lips and hair.
" Caught for once, Miss Minny !"
he exclaimed. " That's to pay you for presuming to clean house without my
permission ! No, you're not going to escape !"
Such a piercing scream as she
rewarded his fraternal demonstrations with ! Carll Silver let go her waist, and
retreated against the wall with a faint idea of breaking through the lath and
plaster, and hiding himself in the general ruin. For, as truly as he stood there
quaking in his regimentals, the voice was not that of his sister Minny,
but--Kate Meriam !
"How dare you!" she ejaculated,
with crimson cheeks and quivering lips. "I'll ring the bell and call the
servants if you don't leave the house this instant !"
" Upon my word I'm not a burglar
or an assassin," pleaded Carll, recovering his self possession in a measure as
he saw Kate's breathless terror. "It was so dark I couldn't see your face, and I
thought it was my sister Ninny. Don't you know me, Miss Meriam—Captain Silver ?"
"You are an impostor," said Kate,
with spirit. " Captain Silver is with the Army of the Potomac."
"No, he's not, he's here," urged
Carll. " How shall I prove that I'm myself ? Kate ! Miss Meriam—"
For she had sunk into the chair
and begun to cry. He knelt beside her with a rough attempt at comfort.
"Kate, you are not sorry to see
me back again?" "No," she sobbed, "only—only I was so frightened!"
The little, trembling, blue-eyed
thing ! Carll Silver had never seen her in tears before. No shy assumption of
dignity now no royal airs only brown disheveled hair and cheeks like red clover
blossoms in a shower. He was the brave one now—how natural it seemed to clasp
the tiny palms in his one strong hand !
" Kate, dearest, I love you! With
my whole heart, Kate. Nay, do not be so frightened—I would die to save you one
moment's terror ! Only tell me that your heart is mine!"
And when the tears were dried,
leaving the eyes like drenched violets, and the cheeks flushed brightly, Carll
Silver had leave and license to keep one little fluttering hand in his, and knew
that he was an accepted lover.
"But where are my mother and
sister ?" he asked at length. "And what is the solution of this strange riddle
"Don't you know," laughed Kate, "
they do not live here any more?"
" Not live here !"
"No; have you forgotten that
yesterday was the 1st of May ? We occupy this house now papa, and Aunt Milicent,
" Oho !" quoth Captain Silver. "
So they've moved. And I never to hear of it. Upon my word they treat me pretty
"Ah, but you would have heard of
it," said Kate, "if you had staid quietly in camp to get your letters instead of
roving over the country without a word of warning to your friends !"
, " Give me one more kiss,
Katie, and I'm off to
see them. One more, my betrothed
wife. Does it not seem like a dream ?"
"And you are my soldier now,"
whispered Kate, playing with the gold buttons of his coat with tremulous
fingers. "Mine to send out into the battlefield to dream of and to pray for.
Carl, I have always repined that I had no gift for my country, now I can give my
best and dearest to aid her cause."
" Spoken like a soldier's wife,
Kate," said Silver, with kindling eyes. " If you but knew how much better we
rough men fight for knowing that woman's love and woman's prayers enshrine us
with a golden, unseen armor nonsense! I'm getting sentimental. Good night."
So there were three surprises
that May evening —one for Kate Meriam (wouldn't you have been surprised,
Mademoiselle, to be caught and kissed in the dark, and never know who the kisser
was ?), one for Captain Silver (a very agreeable one, though), and one—the old
original surprise, if we may so term it—for his mother and sister. And Carll has
not yet left off congratulating himself that his "leave of absence" happened to
fall in the flowery and migratory month of May. For if he hadn't blundered into
Miss Meriam's house and kissed her by mistake, thereby bringing matters
precipitately to a focus, the probabilities are that to this day he never would
have mustered courage to tell her of his love.
And when the golden armadas of
the autumn leaves float down the forest brooks, and the blue mist of Indian
Summer wraps the hills in dreamy light, Carll Silver is coming back to seal Kate
Meriam's destiny with a wedding ring.
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owing to the Manufacturer's improvements in machinery, his present large Retail
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The Morton Gold Pens are the only
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