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APRIL 15, 1865.

HARPER'S WEEKLY.

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(Previous Page) man knew it to be when it was uttered. The rebellion will last as long as an organized army keeps the field, and no longer.

ANOTHER VIEW.

THE country seems to he under a curious misapprehension as to what has taken place in and around the city of Richmond. It has been generally supposed that GRANT had defeated LEE in a fierce and sanguinary series of battles, and had finally compelled him to a hasty and rather uncomfortable retreat from Richmond. But the real facts of the case are set forth by the New York organ of the rebellion, as follows :

" The great armies that have so long defended Richmond and Petersburg have been removed to another quarter, where, in the estimation of their General, their valor and endurance can be made more available."

And again : "During that night the army moved out of both Richmond and Petersburg, and marched to take up the line of defense which had been determined on since the adoption of the Confederate policy of interior lines."

And once more : " Lee's army withdrawn intact, and tied no longer to one position, the Confederacy frowns a more terrible defiance today from the fastnesses of her vast interior."

LEE'S army " withdrawn intact" is good.

THE SONG OF THE BUGLE.

OUT of my brazen throat each morn

I sound the call at the break of day,

And my hollow notes on the wind are borne High over the hills and far away :

But first they wind through the drowsy camp,

Then on through the valley and over the hills,

By field and river and wood they go

Till the mellow music the wide air fills.

The trooper starts from his bed on the ground Where all night long in sleep he lay;

The war-horse neighs when he hears the sound Float on through the camp at the dawn of day; And the trooper buckles against his side The trusty blade he has worn so long; And away over river and field and wood Wind the mellow notes of my morning song.

The wild bird hears it within his nest High up in the tops of the tall pine-trees, As he pours from out of his swelling breast

His own sweet song on the wandering breeze—Then I call aloud from my hollow lungs, "To horse ! to horse !" and the sabres clang,

And the wide woods echo as if through their breadth A thousand clattering anvils rang.

Then forward, and over the rugged way

Sound the clang of the sabres, the horses' loud tramp; The sun looks out from the halls of day, But views no longer a waking camp; And out of my brazen throat I fling A mellow greeting so loud and clear, That it rings through the misty vales and wakes The slumbering echoes afar and near.

But louder than all are the notes I sound

When the order is given to charge the foe;

Then the war-horse spurns with his hoof the ground, And many a gallant trooper lies low

In the fiery onset's terrible shock,

When the dumb earth seems to hold its breath, And eyes that kindled with sudden fire

Are fixed in the glassy stare of death.

But a louder blast shall be heard one day

Than any which sounds from my hollow throat, High over the hills and far away

Through the realms of space the song shall float; But before the angel shall sound that call War and famine and hate shall cease,

And the earth with her fruits and smiling flowers Shall bloom through a thousand years of peace.

DOMESTIC INTELLIGENCE.

THE SITUATION.

THE result of the series of battles beginning March 29 and ending April 2 can hardly be estimated with any degree of accuracy. Lee has certainly been unable to take with him from the field of his defeat one half of his army. The estimate of rebel prisoners captured has been put at 25,000. Lee's loss in killed and wounded can scarcely have been less than 10,000. The stragglers and deserters can not be numbered.

General Weitzel telegraphs from Richmond that of railroad stock he found there 28 locomotives, 44 passenger and baggage cars, and 106 freight cars.

At 3.30 A.M. April 4, General Grant from Sutherland Station, ten miles from Petersburg, toward Burkesville, telegraphs as follows:

" General Sheridan picked up one thousand two hundred prisoners today, and from three to five hundred more have been gathered by our troops. The majority of the arms that were left in the hands of Lee's army are now scattered between Richmond and where his troops now are. The country is also full of stragglers. The line of retreat is marked with artillery, ammunition, burned or charred wagons, caissons, ambulances," etc.

And again, later in the day :

"The cavalry have pursued so closely that the enemy have been forced to destroy probably the greater part of the transportation, caissons, and munitions of war. The number of prisoners captured yesterday will exceed 2000.

From the 20th of March to the present time our loss in killed, wounded, and captured will not probably reach 7000, of whom 1500 to 2000 were captured, and many but slightly wounded. I shall continue the pursuit as long as there appears to be any use in it."

NEWS ITEMS.

The funeral of General A. P. Hill, killed in the recent battles, was attended with military honors just previous to the evacuation of Petersburg, General Lee and other distinguished officers being present. He was buried in the City Cemetery on the day of his death, the circumstances not permitting the retention of his remains longer.

In the battle of Five Forks, on Saturday, April 1, Brevet Brigadier-General Winthrop cousin of Theodore Winthrop was mortally wounded. The World correspondent thus narrates the circumstances attending his death. He fell at once, and his men who loved him gathered around and took him tenderly to the rear, where he died before the stretcher on which he lay could be deposited beside the meeting house door. On the way from the field to the hospital he wandered in mind at times, crying out, " Captain Weaver, how is that line? Has the attack succeeded, etc.?'" When he had been resuscitated for a pause he said: " Doctor, I am done for." His last words were: "Straighten the line!" And he died peacefully. He was a cousin of Major Winthrop, the author of " Cecil Dreeme," and the brother-in-law of Mr. August Belmont.

He was twenty-seven years of age. I had talked with him before going into action, as he sat at the side of General Ayres, and was permitted by the guard of honor to uncover his face and look upon it. He was pale and beautiful, marble rather than corpse, and the uniform cut away from his bosom showed how white and fresh was the body, so pulseless now. General Griffin said to me : " This victory is not worth Winthrop's life."

Winthrop went into the service as a simple color-bearer. At his death he commanded a brigade in Ayres's Division of the Fifth Corps.

On the 31st of March the steam. transport General Lyon, from Wilmington for Fortress Monroe, having on board between five and six hundred persons, including a number of soldiers and male and female Southern refugees, caught fire when off Cape Hatteras, and was entirely consumed. The flames were ignited by a light coming in contact with a kerosene barrel, and in a very short time the whole vessel was enveloped. The General Sedgwick and a schooner were both near the General Lyon while she was burning; but notwithstanding every effort was made to give succor, very few of the unfortunate passengers could be rescued, owing to the high wind and the heavy sea. The scene is described as most heart rending. Many, including women and children, in their terror jumped into the water to escape a fiery death, only to be swallowed up by the waves, while others remained on board and were devoured by the flames. Out of the entire number, only thirty-five or forty are so far known to have been saved, though hopes are entertained that some others may have been picked up.

The advance of General Stoneman's cavalry force, which recently moved from Knoxville, Tennessee, and which the rebels have reported as designed to strike Lynchburg, Virginia, entered and captured the town of Boone, North Carolina, on the 27th ult., after routing the rebels stationed there, and inflicting on them a loss of ten killed and over sixty wounded. The rebel papers report that Stoneman's command consists of about six thousand cavalry, and that he is accompanied by the Fourth Corps of national infantry, under General Stanley, numbering at least fifteen thousand men.

Admiral Paulding will resign the command of the Brooklyn Navy yard on the lot of May, and will be succeeded by Commodore Charles H. Bell.   .

The vote of New York on the Court of Appeals amendment, excepting only Dutchess County, is 55,285 in favor, and 80,636 against. Only one-fifth of the vote of last November was polled.

INTERESTING ITEMS.

SIGNOR MAZZINI AND THE POPE.—Signor Mazzini has published a solemn address to the Pope on his Encyclical letter. Having shown the futility of the anathemas in that letter he says: " There was a time" (which he regards with reverence) " when the Popes were the depositaries and guardians of the moral law. Believing in their mission of justice and liberty for all, intrepid against all who sought to violate their power, and ready to suffer for their faith, which then was the faith of the peoples, the Popes, from the fifth to the thirteenth century, aided and promoted the progress which Pio Nono now condemns." " But," he says, " you are both a prince and the servant of princes at the present day. You reign through force, not through faith ; your party is corrupt and corrupting; the Sanctuary is surrounded by Neapolitan brigands upon whom you confer your blessing, while you have no word of comfort for the peoples who invoke God's liberty and equality. Your predecessors might and ought, you might and ought to have accompanied us upon the path of discovery and advance, in order to have left no, as Moses left his people, on the borders of the promised land, and have blessed us in dying even as a dying father blesses his children who survive him. You expire cursing the spirit of inquiry, cursing the power of intellect, cursing faith in the discovery of the truth, cursing the people who seek their freedom, cursing mankind and life itself. An apostate from Jesus and humanity, you condemn yourself to expire in isolation, deprived of all communion with your brother men. As Pope, six hundred years of impotence the betrayal of every precept of Christ your church's adultery with the wicked princes of the earth the idolatry of the form substituted for the spirit of religion the systematic immorality of the men who surround you, and the negation of all progress sanctioned by yourself as the condition of progress, rise in judgment against you. As prince the blood of Rome, and the impossibility of your remaining there a single day other than by brute force, rise in judgment against you. Reconcile yourself with God. With humanity you can not. --JOSEPH MAZZINI."

A HUMAN MAGPIE.—Many years ago there lived at Cambridge a miserly old couple of the name of Jardine: they had two sons: the father was a perfect miser, and at his death one thousand guineas were discovered secreted in his bed. The two sons grew up as parsimonious as their sire. When about twenty years of age they commenced business at Cambridge as drapers, and they continued there until their death. The establishment of the Messrs. Jardine was the most dirty of all the shops in Cambridge. Customers seldom went in to purchase, except perhaps out of curiosity. The brothers were most disreputable looking beings ; for, although surrounded with gay apparel as their staple in trade, they wore the most filthy rags themselves. It is said that they had no bed, and, to save the expense of one, always slept on a bundle of packing cloths under the counter. In their housekeeping they were penurious in the extreme. A joint of meat did not grace their board for twenty years. Yet when the first of the brothers died, the other, much to his surprise, found large sums of money which had been secreted even from him.

SWEARING FOR THE FAMILY.—A returned Chinese missionary relates the following anecdote, showing the caution of the Chinese. He says:

During one of our examinations for candidates for baptism at Ngukang, I observed that one woman and some three or four young people had the same surname. This circumstance led to the following conversation between myself and one of the young men:

"I observe you all have the same surname. Are you members of the same family?" I inquired.

"Yes," one replied ; "this is mother, and these are my brothers."

"Where is your father?" I continued.

"He is at home, attending to his business."

"Does he approve of your embracing Christianity?" " Yes ; he is entirely willing."

"Why does not your father himself become a Christian?"

"He says it would not do for all the family to embrace Christianity."

"And why," I asked, with some curiosity, "does he think so ?"

"He says that if we all become Christians our heathen neighbors will take advantage of that circumstance to impose upon us."

" How will they do that?" I inquired.

" Christians are not allowed to swear or fight, and father says that when our wicked neighbors ascertain that we have embraced Christianity, they will proceed at once to curse us and maltreat us. Hence, father says to us, You may all become Christians, but I must remain a heathen, so as to retaliate on our bad neighbors. You can go to meeting and worship, but I must stay at home to do the cursing and fighting for the family.'"

It is supposed that the answer and excuse were satisfactory.

INTERMARRIAGES OF RELATIVES.—There is a matter which greatly interests many people it is the consequences of marriages between relations. All know the ideas that are commonly entertained on this subject, but M. Voisin, of Batz, communicated to the last meeting of the Academy the results of forty-six marriages contracted by cousins of different degrees, from which it appears that all these marriages have been fecund, that the offspring live and grow well developed and in good health in fact, none of the evil consequences which have been ascribed to intermarriages have been found to spring from these unions.

God's GREETINGS.—God greets many a one who never observes, and many more who never thank him for it. When, for instance, his sun wakes thee early to the enjoyment of another day of life and health, it is as if he

said to thee "Good-morning!" and when, at eventide, thine eye closes in peaceful slumber, it is because God hath bid thee " Good-night ;" and when thou sittest down to a well spread board with a good appetite, it is God's gift for thy good. When, again, thou art enabled timely to discover some threatening danger, what is it but God saying to thee, " Take heed, my child, and turn back before it be too late?" When, on some early summer morning, thou walkest about amidst the blossoming flowers and the singing birds, and thy heart feels light and joyful, is not God saying to thee, " Welcome, heartily welcome to my palace garden?" And when, all of a sudden, perhaps, without thou knowing how or why, thy heart is moved to good thoughts, and thou beginnest to feel sorrow for having done wrong, and a desire to do better, is not thy Heavenly Father saying to thee, "Oh, grieve not my Holy Spirit which now stirs within thee ?" Or, when thou passest by a new made grave, and a sudden shudder of anxious foreboding runs cold through thy frame, is not God greeting thee with the fatherly admonition, " Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh in which thou shalt say I have no pleasure in them ; for there is neither wisdom nor device in the grave. whither thou art fast hastening ?" Oh, yes, these are God's greetings, "whether we will hear or whether we will forbear." But if we hail them not with pleasure in time, we shall remember them with vain regret in eternity.

IDEA OF THE COMMANDMENTS.—A Scotch lad came to a clergyman for examination previous to his receiving his first communion. The pastor, knowing that his young friend was not very profound in his theology, and not wishing to discourage him, or keep him from the table, unless compelled to do so, began by asking what he thought a safe question, and what would give him confidence ; so he took the Old Testament, and asked him, in reference to the Mosaic law, how many commandments there were. After a little thought he put his answer in the form of a supposition, and replied, cautiously, "Aiblins (perhaps) a hunner (hundred)." The clergyman was vexed, and told him such ignorance was intolerable, that he could not proceed in the examination, and that the youth must wait and learn more; so he went away. On returning home he met a friend on his way to the manse, and, on learning that he, too, was going to the minister for examination, shrewdly asked him, "Weel, what will ye say noo if the minister asks you how many commandments there are?" "Say! why, I shall say ten, to be sure." To which the other rejoined, with great triumph, "Ten ! try ye him wi' ten ! I tried him wi' a hunner, and he was na satisfied."

FRENCH LUXURY.—At the trades' exhibition In Paris the pretty things are plentiful, and the collection includes one or two amusing inventions. Foremost among these is a superb car, drawn by silver swans of gigantic proportions. The car is intended for fair bathers. In its fairy net work they may recline at their ease, and float upon the waters and in the waters, buoyed up by the four gallant silver swans, who will bear them safely upon the gentle swell of summer seas. At the fair bather's elbow is a handle that works a screw, and by this screw, she may drive her car and her swans at her own sweet will. This is luxury enough, one would imagine, even for a Parisian countess at Biarritz or Trouville. But the inventor is not satisfied. He knows the ladies for whom he caters ; and in the backs of the noble birds he has contrived a liquor-case ! Next year the old port at Biarritz will he gay with silver swans, bearing upon the dancing waters the simple and homely daughters of the France of the Second Empire—sipping Noyeau !

FIND FAULT IN PRIVATE.—Find fault, when you must find fault, in private, if possible, and some time after the offense rather than at the time. The blamed are lees inclined to resist when they are blamed without witnesses. Both parties are calmer, and the accused person may be struck with the forbearance of the accuser, who has seen the fault, and watched for a private and proper time for mentioning it. Never be harsh or unjust with your children or servants. Firmness, with gentleness of demeanor, and a regard to the feelings, constitutes that authority which is always respected and valued. If you have any cause to complain of a servant, never speak hastily ; wait, at all events, until you have had time to reflect on the nature of the offense.

"OH that I were dead!" cried the Bull finch.

"I don't wonder at it, I'm sure, dear," said the Cat, sitting with her eyes fixed on the cage.

" To be penned up here from day to day, while all my friends are rejoicing in the sweet sunny sky and the flowers," said the Bull finch.

"How distressing !" said the Cat, with much feeling. " And just to be allowed now and then for a few minutes to try my wing by a flight round the room," said Bully.

" Mere mockery ! a cruel insult I call that," said the Cat. And as to singing, how can I sing?"

"How, indeed?" said the Cat.

"This piping song that I have been drilled into, not a note of it comes from my heart."

"I never could bear any thing that didn't come from the heart," said the Cat, very demurely.

" Oh that I were dead!" said the Bull finch.

"It's what your best friends must wish for you, dear," said the Cat; "and, as the door of your cage is a little ajar, I see, you have only to come out and "

"And what ?" asked the Bull finch.

"Why, dearest, I would, however painful to my feelings, soon put you out of your misery," said the Cat, preparing to spring ; upon which the Bull finch set up a scream of such terror that his mistress flew into the room, and Puss was glad to escape down stairs.

NOT GOOD FOR MAN TO BE ALONE.—No one will contend that there are no crimes committed by married men. Facts would look such an assertion out of countenance. But it may be said with truth that there are very few crimes committed by married men, compared with the number committed by those who are unmarried. Whatever faults Voltaire may have had, he certainly showed himself a man of sense when he said, " The more married men you have, the fewer crimes there will be. Marriage renders a man more virtuous and more wise." An unmarried man is but half of a perfect being, and it requires the other half to make things right ; and it can not be expected that in this imperfect state he can keep the straight path of rectitude any more than a boat with one oar, or a bird with one wing, can keep a straight course. In nine cases out of ten, where married men become drunkards, or where they commit crimes against the peace of the community, the foundation of these acts was laid while in a single state, or where the wife is, as is sometimes the case, an unsuitable match. Marriage changes the whole current of a man's feelings, and gives him a centre for his thoughts, his affections, and his acts. Here is a home for the entire man, and the counsel, the affections, the example, and the interests of his " better half " keep him from erratic courses, and from falling into a thousand temptations to which he would otherwise be exposed. Therefore, the friend to marriage is the friend to society and to his country. And we have no doubt but that a similar effect is produced by marriage on the woman ; though, from a difference in their labors, and the greater exposure to temptation on the part of the man, we have no doubt but man reaps a greater advantage from the restraining influences of marriage than woman does.

THE VIOLET.—The origin of the violet dates back to the age of Apollo, and associates itself with the peccadilloes of those earthly gods whose highest mission was perplexing man. Ia, the daughter of Atlas, one of the nymphs of Diana, falls in love with Apollo; and her mistress, determined to prevent a match of which she did not approve, causes the face of the nymph to become of a violet color, to disgust Apollo. Apollo, however, still pursues her, and she, in escaping from him, is converted into a violet, preserving as a flower the beauty and the timid bashfulness she felt before.

SAINT ANTHONY is the patron saint of false starts in Rome. We are afraid on the American turf the words used about false starts are not saintly. At some races lately, in Rome, a false start being declared, all the prizes went to Saint Anthony. It seems he is the patron of a hospital for sick horses in the neighborhood. The horse, are taken in to kill or cure. If cured, they are sold; if they die, no one can tell what becomes of them. Sausages are plentiful in Rome.

HUMORS OF THE DAY.

WHEN OTHER GAS.

(With A-ccompani-ment.) When other gas and better light Their influence shall lend,

'Tis then I'll welcome with de-light A most de-light-ful friend.

And now I'm writing for the "mass,"

So tell the "company"

If they don't furnish better gas They may remember me.

POETICAL.—Mr. Hunt, in his lecture on common law, remarked, " that a lady when she married lost her personal identity her distinctive character; and was like a dew drop swallowed by a sunbeam."

IRISH PROVERBS.—Men straw don't make the best bricks. It's a narrow bed that has no turning. When money is sent flying out of the window, it's poverty that comes in at the door. The pig that pleases to live must live to please. One man may steal a hedge, whereas another daren't even as much as look at a horse. Short rents make long friends; and it holds good equally with your landlord and your clothes. Money makes the gentleman, the want of it the blackguard. When wise men fall out, then rogues come by what is not their own.

NAP CAUGHT NAPPING.—The preface to the Emperor's "Life of Caesar" commences with these remarkable words :

" Historical truth ought to be no less sacred than religion." We should like to know what the head of His Imperial Highness's Church would argue about the Emperor's regard for veracity, as judged by his respect for religion. The Pope would be inclined to say he was no stronger partisan of truth than of Pius practices.

"Well, Patrick, and where did you come from?" "From the Imerald Ile region, to be shure."

MISERABLE PEOPLE.—Young ladies with new bonnets on rainy Sundays, and dresses playing dip, dip at every step. A witness in a bribery case. A smoking nephew on a visit to an anti-smoking aunt. A young doctor, who has just cured his first patient, and has no prospect of another. A star actress with her name in small type on a bill.

A VALUABLE CAT.—A poor Irishman applied to one of the overseers of the poor for relief, and upon some doubt being expressed as to whether he was a proper object for parochial relief, he enforced his suit with much earnestness. "Och, yer Honor," said he, "sure I'd be starved long since but for my cat." "But for what?" asked the astonished interrogator. "My cat," rejoined the Irish-man. " Your cat how so?" "Sure, yer Honor, I could her eleven times for sixpence a time, and she was always home before I could get there myself."

THE DIET OF WORMS.—At a recent exhibition of paintings, a lady and her son were regarding with much interest a picture which the catalogue designated as "Luther at the Diet of Worms." Having descanted at some length upon its merits, the boy remarked, " Mother, I see Luther and the table, but where are the worms?"

UNITY IS STRENGTH.—When dogs attack a flock of sheep the sheep scatter, and thus become an easy prey; but in attacking goats they find it more difficult to accomplish their pupose. The goats form into a ring, tile kids in the centre, and the horns of the old bucks presented against the enemy are a strong defense.

"Faix !" said a humorous Irishman the other day in the petroleum diggings, " ye may call Amerikey a continent if ye plaze, but to my thinkin' it's a beautiful oil-land" (island).

MENTAL AFFLICTION.—Cudgeling one's brain for an idea.

MISCEGENATION ABROAD.--A Vienna journal relates a droll story. A young man, who was paying assiduous court to the wife of a dyer, had the misfortune to be caught by the enraged husband, who called his workmen about him, and, without any ceremony, the gallant was plunged into a caldron prepared for imparting a true blue color to various fabrics. In a second the unfortunate youth had acquired such a tint that he dares not appear in public. His friends implored the dyer to restore the poor fellow to his natural hue, but the pitiless answer was, "It is impossible; he is of a beautiful color, and all I can do for him is to change him to a green or violet."

"Small thanks to you," said a plaintiff to one of his witnesses, "for what you said in this case." " Ah, Sir," replied the witness, " but just think of what I didn't say!"

A lover gazed in the eyes of his mistress until she blushed. He pressed her hand to his heart, and said, " My looks have planted roses on thy cheek ; he who sows the seed should reap the harvest."

EPITAPH ON A SMOKER.—My pipe's out !

A "DISH" IN SEASON.—Irish-stew.

CURIOUS EPITAPH. — The following will be found at Portsmouth, upon the tombstone of a carpenter, inscribed by his widow:

Here lies Jemmy Little, a carpenter industrious,

A very good natur'd man, but somewhat blusterous; When that his little wife his authority withstood, He took a little stick and banged her as he would. His wife now left alone her loss does so deplore,

She wishes Jemmy back to bang her a little more;

For now he's dead and gone this fault appears so small,

A little thing would make her think it was no fault at all.

THE BEST KIND OF SERVANT FOR HOTELS.—Inn-experienced.

MUSICAL NOTE.—In what key would a lover write a proposal of marriage ?—Be mine, ah !

HOW TO MAKE AN ACCIDENT.—If you see a horse running away in the street, stand on the side walk and bawl at him at the top of your voice. If you can get a sufficient number of persons to join you, you have a fair prospect of an exciting accident, particularly if there is any body in the carriage.

EPITAPH ON A POULTERER.--A gooser !

In some instances ladies who can scarcely lisp out " Yes" when they are married, learn to say "No" pretty glibly afterward.

A contraband, undertaking to find a situation for her daughter in Cincinnati, insisted upon said daughter's being instructed. Upon being requested to indicate what, kind of accomplishments she was desirous of having her hopeful daughter possess, she said, "De gal must be larned de piano and painting, any how, and mebbe arter while readin' and writin'."

EPITAPH ON A PLOWBOY... Only a clod !

NOTICE OF MOTION.—The railway whistle.

An awkward man, attempting to carve a goose, dropped it on the floor. " There now !" exclaimed his wife, "we've lost our dinner." "Oh no, my dear'!" answered he. "it's safe, I have got my foot on it !"

When the thermometer falls, how often, on an average does it break?

SCHOOL BOY'S DEFINITION. The Better Half. The shorter.


 

 

  

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