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Civil War Harper's Weekly, November 18, 1865

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VOL. IX.—No. 464.]

NEW YORK, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 1865.

[SINGLE COPIES TEN CENTS.

$4.00 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1865, by Harper & Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York.


ANECDOTE OF PRESIDENT
JOHNSON
.

"I say, I say, General Jackson, for fear you should think I have some axe to grind because I try so hard to keep you at my poor house all night, I will agree to entertain you free of expense!" expostulated the landlord of the only inn in the village of Jefferson, Ashe County, North Carolina, to General Jackson, late one evening in the autumn of 18—, as he entered his carriage to pursue his journey toward Tennessee. " The Blue Ridge, Sir, is infested with banditti, and you will certainly be robbed, and possibly murdered, before morning. I beseech you, stay !"

"You are very kind, Sir, and I thank you," replied the General, " but I shall proceed, and try and reach the Tennessee line at all events. I have no fears of being molested: Drive on, Ned, briskly. Adieu, gentlemen all !" and the old hero drove off :at a rapid pace.

" Hilloa there, youngster!" cried the landlord to a slim, wiry, flaxen-headed stripling standing in the motley crowd in front of the tavern, "if you are going to Tennessee, you had better jump up be-hind and go along with the General; it's as cheap riding as walking."

"Sure enough, I reckon I'd better, and thank you," replied the young man, jumping up behind the coach as it drove off.

They rode on quietly for some hours until they began to ascend the mountain, when the General, hearing a slight cough behind, called out, sternly:

"Who s that ?"

"It's me, Sir-Andrew Johnson. I am a traveler, on my way to Tennessee, and I thought I might get a lift on your carriage, Sir. I beg your pardon, Sir."

" You are quite welcome, Sir, to my carriage. Come forward and take a seat with me."

"`thank you, Sir ; but as the mountain is rather steep here, I'll jump off and walk up."

He walked forward up the mountain-side in advance of the carriage, but had not gone far before he saw a man ahead of him ascending the mountain. He appeared to b: intoxicated. He lurched this way and the other way, staggering backward and forward; now his knees would double up, and be would miss a step, as if the earth had suddenly vanished before him; then he would cross his legs, and a lurch would send him diagonally across the road. He stopped and braced himself up so as nearly to fall backward, and then drifted helplessly along. Presently he turned an angle in the road and was out of sight.

"That man is beastly drunk!" re-marked the General.

"Drunk! —not much, Sir," laughed the young man; "he's no more drunk than I am. He's playing 'possum, and means mischief. Look there! he's lying in the road."

As they drove up he raised himself lazily and hailed them. "Hic! ah! I—I say, gentlemen, can't you give a man a lift? I—I—hic! can't walk; I'm loaded too heavily with d—d mean whisky."

"Then stay where you are and get rid of it!" replied the General, sternly. " The devil!" exclaimed the man, springing to his feet with the agility of a cat. He gave a keen whistle and planted himself in front of the coach. Three men sprang out f one the bushes, and made a rush at the carriage.

Quick as thought the General sprang upon one of them, and they rolled over in the road together. A dull, crushing sound was next heard over the conflict, and a second one rolled over in the dust, propelled by the loaded whip in the pow-cool hands of the driver. The young man, by a timely shot, fired and brought down a third, and then sprang to the assistance of the General, who still fought manfully with his Herculean antagonist, while the driver engaged the remaining robber.

"Stand back! stand back!" cried the General to the young man; "we are man to man. I'll give the villain fair play. By the Eternal I have you now!" and he threw his antagonist over, apparently lifeless.

'' Are you hurt, my boy?," asked, the General: " And you, too, Ned?—where's

"Here, massa!" replied the boy, puffing up the road. " My robber coward—be run—he ! he ! he! I golly ; I save one, massa save one, an' de young gentleman save one—he! he ! he!"

All this occurred in less time than it takes to re-cord it.

"But you, General, are you hurt?"

"No; nothing but a few bruises, thank God! But, look there ! one of them is stirring. You, Sir, and Ned, pinion his hands, while I examine the others."

None of them were found to be dead. Two were only stunned, and the third had received a pistol-shot through the shoulder, and was crouching in affright. They were all soon pinioned, and a council was held, when it was determined to disarm them and let them go, rather than be detained on the road. No further incidents befell our travelers during their jaunt.

On their separation in Tennessee the General gave the young man much good advice. He re-counted to him his own history, and bade him aspire to be good and useful. The General continued en route for his home in Middle Tennessee, and the young man stopped and settled in the town of Greenville, Tennessee, as a journeyman tailor. Of his subsequent career it is needless to speak; it is a part of the history of our country.

M. E. D. JONESBOROUGH, TENNESSEE, Nov., 1865.

THE CHOLERA.

THE news of the arrival of the Atlanta from London on the 2d instant with cholera on board has given increased interest in this country to the subject of the epidemic. From fifty to sixty cases during the passage were reported, and sixteen deaths. The weather is not yet so cold as to prevent a prelusive flourish of the grim old monster this fall, nor is it safe to reckon too confidently on the security which winter may afford us. The disease has been known to defy the Frost King even in the colder latitudes of Russia. We have had ample warning, but what has been effected in the way of security ? The street-cleaning commission of this city, with the Mayor at their bead, have given out the work to men who certainly have done any thing else but clean the streets.

The Police Commissioners have felt obliged to take the matter in band and have preferred charges against the contractors. The latter claimed that the trouble was due to the police, who should prevent citizens from throwing garbage into the streets. To this the reply was made that the police have re-ported cases (in one year to the number of 40,000) of violation of the city ordinances, but they were rarely, if ever, prosecuted to conviction.

According to a late work published by General VIELE, it appears that the original and natural drainage streams of the entire area of the city have

been imperfectly filled up, and their places supplied by artificial sewers that utterly fail to drain off the water that is constantly accumulating. This water becomes stagnant, filth and garbage arc al-lowed to mingle with it, and the miasma and noxious vapors arising there from are the fruitful and inevitable sources of disease and mortality. When one reflects upon the frightful masses of putridity that underlie the streets, alleys, public buildings, private residences, vacant lots, and a number of the public parks of the city, lie can not be at a loss to divine the reason why fever and ague, intermittent fevers, and like complaints are chronic, and why epidemics prevail with such virulence in those localities when once they break out.

In Europe, in the mean time, the cholera appears to be declining in the places where it has been prevailing, on the eastern and northern shores of the Mediterranean, the coasts of the Euxine, and the banks of the Danube. Not more than eight or ten new cases have been reported at Southampton. The application of ice to the spinal column appears to have been a highly successful treatment. Al-though the cholera has been a month in Paris, the paternal care of the authorities avoids alarming the public with official returns. It is ascertained that on the 11th of October it attacked about 380 per-sons, 190 of whom died. But what are they among so many? asks a writer in the Pays. Even at Marseilles the cholera elf deaths have been only four

in a thousand among the whole number of inhabitants.

We give on page 724 an illustration of a scene which recently occurred in the streets of Marseilles on the occasion of

LIGHTING FIRES NEAR THE PALACE OF JUSTICE TO DESTROY THE CHOLERA.

HON. JAMES L. ORR.

IT appears from the latest returns that WADE HAMPTON has been defeated in the South Carolina election for Governor by a majority of 500. If this is true Hon. JAMES L. ORR, whose portrait we give on page 733, is the Governor elect of South Carolina—a result of the election which will afford gratification to the loyal people of the country.

Hon. JAMES L. ORR was born May 12, 1822, at Craytonville, South Carolina. On both sides he is of Irish descent. Hiss grandfather, JOHN ORR, was a brave soldier in the Revolutionary war. His father, CHRISTOPHER ORR. was a successful merchant, who devoted his means liberally to the education of his children. JAMES began his studies at a very early age, and in his eighteenth year entered the University of Virginia. He left college in 1841, and the subsequent year entered the law-office of Judge WHITNER. He was admitted to the bar in 1843, after a highly creditable examination, and began to practice at Anderson, where he also established and edited a newspaper.

Mr. ORR was elected to the State Legislature from his district in 1844, at the age of 22, by a larger vote than was given to any other candidate in the State --a convincing evidence of his popularity in his own neighborhood. His very first speech was against nullification, which was the baby-form of secession, and was received with great favor throughout the State. He became a candidate for Congress in 1848 and was elected, and for more than ten years he held his seat without opposition. While he deprecated the agitation of the Slavery question, he was devoted to the Union. He was opposed to the Compromise measures introduced and passed by the Thirty-first Congress. When South Carolina, in 1851, threatened to secede alone, he opposed the movement, and although the State seemed determined to go out of the Union, through his influence the current was stayed.

In the reconstruction of South Carolina Mr. ORR has taken a leading position; and it is fortunate for the State that he is elected Governor. No man in the State so clearly understands the necessities of the situation in which the war has left the rebel States, and no one is more disposed to conduct affairs in such a manner as to steer clear of the delusions which have proved so fatal to Southern interests. Mr. ORR'S past conduct gives good evidence of the spirit with which he will govern the State.

COLONEL JOHN O'MAHONY; HEAD CENTRE OF THE FENIAN ORDER . - PHOTOGRAPHED BY BARCALOW. - [SEE PAGE 728.]

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JOHN O' MAHONY

 

 

  

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