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Page) anchored in the offing, but was
immediately invited by the Brazilian admiral to come into the harbor, where she
lay on the 6th under the guns of the Brazilian forts and the Brazilian fleet. It
is stated that during the day efforts were made by some of the citizens of Bahia
Captain MORRIS to take the Florida outside to fight
the Wachusett, but that the Captain declined the
engagement. There is nothing to indicate that the Florida came into port for any
other purpose than to take in coals and provisions. On the night of the 6th
Captain MORRIS and a good portion of his crew were on shore. The Wachusett was
lying just outside the harbor.
This port is a favorite resort
for Confederate privateers, because it has three separate channels of exit.
This, of course, was an unfavorable feature in Captain COLLINS'S view of the
situation, since the Florida might easily escape by one of these channels under
cover of the darkness. He called a council of his officers, and in the debate
which followed one thing was especially considered, namely, that the Florida had
repeatedly seized and burned American vessels within three miles of the
Brazilian coast. With but one dissenting vote it was determined to seize the
Florida at her anchorage. The fact that there was a debate, and that the
consideration already alluded to was the principal reason in favor of the
extraordinary measure determined upon, leaves us no room for supposing that the
measure was adopted with either the expressed or implied consent of the
Brazilian authorities. At any rate the seizure was determined upon, and at 3
A.M. on the morning of the 7th the cables were slipped, and the Wachusett
approached the Florida with the intention of striking her amidships and send her
at once to the bottom. This might have passed for an accidental collision, and
thus the international question have been evaded. But the collision did not
produce the intended effect. Captain COLLINS thereupon demanded the surrender of
The officer in charge of the
latter replied that, under the circumstances he surrendered, and the captured
vessel, her guns having been removed to the Wachusett, was tied to that vessel,
and was carried out to. sea. Those are he facts of the capture, and it is
uncertain as yet whether the Brazilian Government void makes a protest against
it. If it does, the question then becomes one subject to litigation, and in case
it is proved that the Florida has captured any of our vessels within the limits
of Brazilian jurisdiction the capture will stand valid as simply a measure of
The Wachusett was built in the
Charlestown Navy-yard, and launched in, 1861. Her length is 198 feet, breadth of berm 33, and depth 16. She carries a heavy armament consisting of two 11-inch
Dahlgren pivot guns, two 30-pound rifles, and eight broadside guns. Previous to
her cruise in search of privateers she was employed as flag-ship on James River.
Captain NAPOLEON COLLIN was born
in Pennsylvania, and in about fifty years of age. He was, in 1834, appointed a
midshipman in the navy, and wade his first cruise on the sloop of war Natchez
under Commander MERVINE, of the "West India. Squadron. In 1839 he entered the
naval school Philadelphia. He was afterward attached to the sloop of war Boston,
and to the frigate-Constellation as acting
master ; in 1818, having spent
four years at home he was ordered to the sloop of war Decatur, on the African
coast, having been promoted to a Lieutenancy. In 1851 we find him in service on
Lake Erie six years afterward, under FARRAGUT, he was executive officer of the
navy-yard at Mares Island, California, and in 1860, having again served on Lake
Erie for a few months, he was ordered to the sloop of war Vandalia under the
present Admiral S. P. LEE, in the East India Squadron. He was, on the return of
the Vandelia, made commander of the gun boat Unadilla, which was one of the
vessels engaged in Admiral DU PONT'S Port Royal expedition. During the winter of
1861 and 1862 he was very actively engaged with the Unadilla, in company with
the other gun-boats, in opening the rebel ports and sounds on the coast of South
Carolina, Georgia, and Florida, under the command of Admiral DU PONT. On the
16th of July, 1862, he was promoted to his present rank as full commander,
standing at present No. 19 on the list. In September, 1862, he was detached from
the command of the Unadilla and placed in command of the Octorara, cruising in
the West Indies in search of blockade-runners. Here he was successful in taking
some valuable prizes, and maintaining as sharp a blockade as the circumstances
and the speed of his vessel would permit.
In August, 1863, he was detached
from the Octorara, and subsequently ordered to the command of the steam-sloop
Wachusett, on special service; and sent some months since in search of the
privateer Florida. In this pursuit he has been engaged for months, and succeeded
finally in capturing the privateer in the manner above stated. He has been
thirty years in the naval service, of which he has spent over twenty-one at sea.
The Florida was originally under
the command of Captain MAFFIT ; at the time of her capture she was commanded by
C. MORINGAULT MORRIS. The portrait which we give of Captain MORRIS is from a
photograph taken a few months ago at Brest, France, which port the Florida
entered September 4, 1863. He has been Captain of this privateer for more than a
year. The Florida, it will be remembered, was for some months detained at Brest
by the French Government.
RUNNING THE BLOCKADE.
760 and 761 we
illustrate the chase of is blockade-runner by a portion of one of our squadrons.
This is an event now of everyday occurrence. In fact, a peculiar sort of
commerce has sprung up, the profits of which rest upon the chances of running
the American blockade. The chief emporium of this commerce is Wilmington, North
Carolina. The foreign loan, which forms the most substantial support of the
Confederate financial system, rests entirely upon the chances of Confederate
vessels laden with
cotton evading our blockading vessel in going
out ; and the Confederate Ordnance Department has subsisted on the chances of
vessels from abroad laden with guns and ammunition evading our blockaders in
coming in. Vessels engaged in this transit to and fro are built by special
cornpanies, who trust with all the confidence of a BUCKLE in the average of so
many successes in so many runs, and in the long run they make enormous profits
notwithstanding the number of special instances in which they come to grief. The
insurrace of ships engaged in running the blockade is regulated according to the
same laws of chance. If Wilmington were in our possession the whole basis of
this new and peculiar commerce would undergo a material alteration.
Many of the officers of our
blockading fleet have grown rich cut of the results of their captures. According
to the Prize Law one half of every prize goes to the Government. The other half
is divided among the officers and seamen of the capturing fleet according to
their monthly pay.
OUT of the sweet old legends
Beckons a fair white hand, And
silvery, bell-like voices
Tell of an unknown land,
Where magic roses blossom
In the evening's golden light,
And the air is laden with fragrance From the lilies silver-white,
The trees, with their waving
branches, Mumes a fairy song,
And the brooklet merrily dances
As it ripples and gurgles along.
And tender, enchanting love-songs
Float on the balmy breeze,
And the heart's unspeakable
longing By their music is set at ease.
Would that my steps could reach
it, That happy, flowery strand!
For all. my earthly afflictions
Would cease in that fairy land..
Oft in my dreams I see it,
In its glamour bright and fair,
But with daylight's earliest glimmer It vanishes into air.
Now, Rey seriously, you are not
me? You yourself would have been
the first to bid me go."
Far down below the precipitous
ledges of the mountain path the valley seemed to swim in mists of gold, while
here and there, among the overhanging trees, a deep-dyed somauch tossed its
crest of crimson plumes in the spicy air of mid October and the coral-red
berries of the dogwood glowed like burninig coals in the tangled wildernesses of
the woods. It was a very pretty back ground for wood nymph, or harmadryad, and
Rachel Martin's attitude was unconsciously artistic as she played with the wild
blue asters that covered her little basket of hickory nuts; spoils from the
great old tree whose giant branches overtopped the whole forest.
She was plump and pretty, with
round wondering blue eyes and a mouth like a magnified cranberry, while the
roses on her cheek seemed to come and go with every breath she drew, and the
faint touches of sunshine on her brow gave additional charm to her fresh, rustic
beauty. Mark Douglas leaned over the twisted beech-root that separated them, and
tried to take the brown hand in his, but it was drawn away with decided
" Ray, dearest !"
Ah, be did not see the blood
mantling to her cheek under the envious shadow of the atrocious
"Shaker-bonnet"—he did not hear the quick, stormy throbbing of the petulant
heart. " Dearest," indeed When Kezian Truman''s beau never so much as went to
Boston without asking her leave, and Charley Jenkins had distinctly intimated
that the whole programme of his future existence was to be indicated solely by
Miss Martin's wish. Yes, it was all very well for Captain Mark to stay at home,
officiating in the Home Guard department ; she liked the uniform, and didn't
object to the martial eclat. But to go down among the rebels without so much as
consulting her inclination, the spoiled beauty thought that was altogether a
"I see you are in no mood to
discuss this matter impartially just now, Rachel," Captain Mark said, gravely.
"I had thought, I had hoped to find you feeling differently."
" In no mood!" Rachel colored hot
scarlet. What right had Mark Douglas to treat her like a naughty child?
" I beg your pardon, Captain
Douglas," she said, petulantly; " it isn't at all necessary to discuss a matter
so perfectly indifferent to me."
Now Mark Douglas was only a man,
with all the infirmities incident to mankind. He bit his lip, and his brow grew
"Rachel, you seem to have
forgotten the engagement."
"Engagement!"" she repeated,
sharply. "I am tired of an engagement that only fetters one party while the
other is free as air."
"Tired !" He hesitated a moment,
as if vainly striving to command his voice : " Do you wish to be released, Ray
She did not answer—perhaps she
was not quite prepared for this phase of affairs.
" Tell me—yes or no!" he
demanded, sternly. " " Yes,"" she answered, with pettish abruptness. " Then
Gone ? Yes, he was gone. She
watched him descending the mountain side with quick, even strides under the
scarlet draperies of clinging vines, through
patches of deep, still shadow
into belts of golden sunshine, until the overhanging rock hid him from her view
; yet it seemed so difficult to believe that he was really gone.
She looked down at the tiny
engagement ring that sparkled on her forefinger a simple turquoise set in virgin
gold, whose blue glimmer shone dimly through her tears and she could not but
remember the tender words with which he had placed it on her finger.
"Let it be a token between us,
dearest, like the signet rings of old times. Wherever I may be, this ring will
always bring heart back to its queen."
And now !
" I ought to have returned it,"
she pondered, shrinking as if the slender circlet of gold were a ring of fire. "
I will some time !"
So Mark Douglas lost his sweet
heart, and marched down to Petersburg a solitary man, marveling, as many a one
has done before him, on the inscrutable mysteries of the female heart.
"Dretful keen wind, ain't it?"
said the Widow Taylor, untying the strings of her worsted hood ; "powerful sharp
frost last night ! Deacon Pettibone's dahlias is black as soot, and all Miss
Morrison's mornin'-glories is blasted. Thankee, Miss Martin, my feet is cold ;
won't you take the rockin'-cheer yourself? Why, Rachel, child, what ails you ?
all the neighborsare talkin 'bout how you've changed !"
Rachel colored, axed turned away.
" I am well enough."
" I tell ye what, Miss Martin,"
began Mrs Taylor, in a mysterious whisper to the elder lady, "you jest take a
double handful o' green wilier bark, and bile it up well or snakeroot tea ain't
bad —and give her a pint night and mornin'. It's the most strengthening thing!
But I've come round to tell you what the Women's Committee have decided on."
" Ah, indeed ?" said Mrs. Martin,
" We all feel to be dretful
thankful the harvest's been so good, and--and—every thing's fetched up jest
about right," intoned the widow ; " and so we thought it would be kind o'
squarin' up with a marciful Providence to send a box or tew o' things cut to
them poor soldiers that's a fightin' like all possessed ! It's only accordin' to
Scripter, you know, and it would be a kind o' nice little Thanksgivin gift, now
wouldn't it ?"
The widow drooped her eyelids
sanctimoniously, and went on.
" Miss Darby's kindly gin us a
bushel o' them sweet-potatoes they raised in the south pasture lot. They're a
little damaged, not exactly fit for market, but there's no doubt the soldiers 'll
be glad to get 'em ; and Miss Deacon Pettibone has promised us a lot o' that
there fermented peach sass, and Desire Wallis has made up a sight o' book marks,
and Widow Smith has cooked' a peck o' dough-nuts, without no sweetiain'. Sugar's
to high, and 'tain't likely the soldier care for sweet stuff. As for me, I reely
don't like to tell about my mite ; but I hunted up a few o' poor dear Deacon
Taylor's old trowsers and coats in the garret a little moth eaten and rather
tender, but I hain't no doubt they'll be welcome. Old Jones has giv' us half a
pound o' tea and a pound o' candles, and Mr. Mariam contributes a set o'
law-books, that they tell me is dretful improvin' readin'. And the Committee
cale'lated you and Rachel would help us."
"Of course we will," assented
Mrs. Martin, recovering promptly from the momentary bewilderment and amusement
caused by the Widow Taylor's valuable list of' treasures ; "and—"
"Them I may as well be stirrin',"
ejaculated the widow, jumping up ; "for I've got to see Miss Dr. Davison and
Squire Ladd yet tonight. Goodevenin' t' ye — and don't forget the wider-bark tea
Mrs. Martin and Rachel both burst
out laughing as the door closed.
'Poor Mrs. Taylor !" said Mrs.
" Mamma, how can she ?" demanded
Rachel, indignatdy, " Such a box for the soldiers ! Why, it would only be an
" Never mind, Ray, dear," said
her mother, soothingly ; " I'll make up a lot of real dough-nuts, and pack 'em
round the biggest pair of turkeys father can find, with a box of little pumpkin
pies; and you shall send a barrel of those golden pippins from the old tree
beyond the brook—the tree Mark Douglas liked so well. They're in the garret, in
that old green chest ; and be sure and put in plenty o' good clean straw to
prevent their mellerin' against each other."
Rachel obeyed ; and Mrs. Martin
never had the least idea of the tears she shed, with her trim little figure half
into the barrel, as she packed the great fair yellow apples among the yellower
straw. If the golden pippins could only have spoken, what a Thanksgiving story
they might have told to the Army of the Potomac !
Mr. Martin's broad face beamed
with satisfaction as he harnessed up old Dolly to carry the box and barrel to
" It's jest like you women-folks
to keep thinkin' of such things," he declared. "Now it never wouldn't ha' come
into my great wooden head—and jest to think how much better our Thanksgivin'
dinner'll taste for rememberin' the poor fellows that's a-fightin' for us ! Gee
up, Dolly !"
And Mr. Martin winked his misty
eyes and cracked his whip simultaneously.
The golden vapors were all faded
away from the sweet valley now—the gray November sky stretched its dreary canopy
of cloud over the glens and forests, and the yellow leaves were raining sadly
down around Ray Martin's feet as she hurriedly traversed .the mountain path,
pushing aside the red and russet drifts with eager, tremulous fingers, and
searching as if for some precious lost talisman.
"Oh, to think that I should have
dropped it!" she faltered, half aloud. " While I wore it I could still fancy our
parting was but a dream. Oh, where , could I have lost it 1"
And she sat down on the twisted
beech-root and cried heartily, while the moaning of the chill wind brought back
an echoing cadence to her ears.
" A barrel of golden pippins ! O
Mars! isn't it jolly ?"
The first lieutenant executed an
impromptu horn pipe around the barrel as Captain Douglas prized up the cover
with a hammer.
"We're very much obliged to
Company A," said the latter, sedately. " I hope you didn't forget that, Jennings
"Oh, of course I did the polite.
Company A was so obliging as to send us the barrel, and keep the great leviathan
of a box for its own delectation. I just wish you could have seen Dodsley's face
when he opened it !"
"What do you mean?"
Such a conglomeration of decaying
Carolina potatoes, sour sweetmeats, old rags, and law-books ! I didn't stop to
investigate very closely, however; it was my interest to roll the barrel down
hill as fast as possible, lest Dodsley should repent of his generosity. I
confess I was a little nervous while you were opening the barrel, lest it should
contain cold victuals and pine kindlings. Hullo ! what's this?" he exclaimed,
taking a slip of paper that had lain beneath the lid : " ' A Thanksgiving
remembrance !' Much obliged to you, may unknown friend. I'll keep my
Douglas caught the slip from his
friend's hand; a deep flush rose into his cheek as he recognized Ray Martin's
delicate and rather peculiar hand writing.
" The same old apples that used
to lie like spheres of gold in the long grass of the river meadow! I thought I
knew them !" he pondered. "Jennings—"
But Jennings had dodged out to
promulgate the good tidings among his fellow-officers. At the same instant Mark
Douglas's eye caught a foreign glitter among the yellow straw.
The turquoise ring !
His heart gave a sudden leap as
he remembered the careless, half-romantic words with which he had placed it on
her finger, And then came the revulsion of feeling.
" What a fool I am ! as if she
could have known the destination of this chance gift !"
Yet above the cold and
calculating voice of reason, a far more welcome tone kept repeating to the ear
of his heart, with perpetual refrain,
" She has called me back to her,
she has called me back!"
The twilight of Thanksgiving Eve
was brooding darkly over Mr. Martin's great, old fashioned kitchen, where the
glow of pine logs afforded the only illumination, and a shrill voiced cricket
piped behind the chimney bricks. Ray saw the red gleams flickering on the
leafless maples across the road, as she walked slowly down the sloping path,
with a gray shawl wrapped round her head, and fresh carnations, born of the
sharp, keen wind, on her cheeks.
She started in quick affright as
a footstep sounded among the rustling leaves at her side, and a genetle touch
fell on her arm.
And then she knew that the
troubled dream was over.
The old clock behind the strings
of red popper had chimed nine before Rachel thought of the question that would
have been most natural to ask first.
" But how—why—what made you come
'' You summoned me, Ray."
" I ? Never, Mark !"
He held up the turquoise ring
with an arch look of defiance, and all at once the truth broke upon her.
" Let me put it on your finger
once again, Ray, never to be removed except for the wedding ring of gold !"
She let her head droop an instant
upon his shoulder, and then looked up through sparkling tears.
Oh, Mark, I think this will be
the most real Thanksgiving of my life!"
ADVENTURE OF A YOUNG MAN
FROM THE COUNTRY.
WE young farmers of the new
generation like to wear a smart shiny hat up in London. Our billy cocks and wide
awakes are good enough for field and market, but up in the big town we've a
fancy to be genteel ; and you may be sure I wanted to look nice that particular
night the last of the Ctattle Show at Islington when I was going up to Uncle
Ilbery's in Dalston, for Cousin Kitty is, with out exception, the most satirical
young lady in London. How she did laugh at me that day I went with her to the
Zoological Gardens, when I'd got a pair of gloves that were a size too small for
me, and was all the way between the Angel and the Colosseum trying to force my
fingers into them. She declared it was only my awlwardness that hindered their
fitting, wouldn't let me stop to buy another pair, and, in short, teased my life
out. And she looks so pretty all the time she's laughing at you that you can't
he annoyed with her. No wonder, then, I wanted to look smart.
It was a darkish night, with a
bit of a breeze blowing, as I picked my way through those quiet streets that lie
between the Lower Road Islington and Dalston. I think they call that part De
Beauvoir Town. Just as I came to the corner of a street, and was racking my
brains for a repartee to Miss Kitty's first bit of satire, a strong puff of wind
sprang up, whipped off my smart shiny hat as neat as need be, and dropped it
into an area. This vat certainly a nuisance, but not a nuisance without remedy.
I rang at the area bell once, twice, thrive, and got no answer. I sounded the
lion's-head knocker once, twice, thrice, and got no answer. Then I looked up at
the windows, and saw, what I had not observed before, that there was a bill in
one of them announcing " This House to be Let." It