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Harper's Weekly, January 19, 1861

Other Pages From this Newspaper Include:

Governor Pickens (Cont.) | Civil War Map of Fort Sumter |  Civil War News from January 19, 1861 |  Civil War Ship "Brooklyn" | Star of the West |  Civil War Letters Between Major Anderson and Governor Pickens

Below we present a leaf from the January 19, 1861 edition of Harper's Weekly.  We have digitized an image of the original leaf, and have converted it to readable text.  This leaf presents a map of Charleston Harbor at the opening of the Civil War, and a nice illustration of Fort Johnson. We acquired this original 140 year old illustration for the purpose of digitally archiving it on this site, for your research and enjoyment.  If you would like to acquire the original, 140+ year old illustration, it is available for $165.  Your purchase allows us to secure more material, and to keep expanding the resources on this site.



JANUARY 19, 1861.]



ing that he had had a little private conversation with the horse, and that it had begged him not to ride it about till its side was healed. One of the horses of the Second Avenue Railroad was then sent in, with the following note:

"NEW YORK, Jan. 7, 1861.

" MR. J. S. RAREY, —The mare I send you is a very bad kicker, and strikes with her fore feet. No one is able to go into her stable. She is very treacherous, and gives no warning. If you can tame her your system is good for any horse." The Herald reporter thus describes how she was tamed:

"'When the horse appeared the stage. it was a tough-looking customer enough. A regular car-horse — thin, wiry, dirty, stubborn, vicious, evil-eyed. It has not been shod except with all its feet tied, and then with difficulty. Every time Rarey touched it the horse kicked most savagely. First one little strap was tied on, how-ever, and then another. The horse fell easily, as it had been used to be thrown thus to be shod. But when the straps were taken off, and Rarey began his familiarities, however, then came the tug of war. It was kick and bite, soothe and fondle, get up and fall down, until at last the poor car-horse succumbed to kindness. Rarey's head lay between those formidable hoofs; Rarey's hand unloosed the bridle which had not been removed for months; Rarey played blacksmith, and hammered at the shoe without any difficulty, and curing the last bit of restlessness by turning the horse round and round a while. Rarey led off the subdued old equine hag with as much complacency as if biting and kicking had never been known. The owner sat beside our reporter, and his surprise—he knew the horse so well—only outran that of the audience."

On Thursday, 10th, Mr. Rarey experimented on Pea-cock, a very savage brute, which seems to possess every vice. The New York Times says of the experiment : "The collar

 which he had round his neck had not been removed for a great length of time. He was a dangerous horse to look at, with a switch tail that seemed to bid defiance to the world. Mr. Rarey placed his hands upon him. The contest occupied some time, for Peacock possessed pluck as well as endurance, but at length the had to succumb."



Miss DULCY DIGBY had at last won what she had been begging and praying for all the days of her life—that is to say, all the days of her life

since she was wise enough to realize her mother's theory—that it is the first duty of a poor, well-horn, highly-educated young lady to marry a man of good family, of good fortune, and of any other good which nature might have made incidental to the bargain.

Sir John Seamer had proposed to her, and eh. had accepted him.

It was in the drawing-room, after a state dinner party; and, when the momentous transaction was accomplished, the gentle. man went over and talked to her mother. Dulcy stood leaning against the piano, turning over her music. Mr. George Milner approached her and spoke ; she answered him confusedly, and with the tears in her eyes. Dulcy was not a lachrymose person, and what had occurred flashed upon him immediately.

Dulcy Digby and he had been great friends once upon a time (once upon a time was about four years ago), but George was even poorer then than now, and she was ambitious and did. not use hint well. He remembered the miserable pain she had made him suffer, and though he was radically cured of that wound, which had not even left a cicatrice, he had not forgiven her. He did not address her a second time, but turned away with a remorseful generosity. He had first loved and then hated her. When she would have amused her leisure with him again, he mortified her. Now he was indifferent; she had lost her power of fascinating him. If he had seen the man in the moon courting her he would not have cared.

The same can not be said for Dulcy. George was a generous, sensible, affectionate, lovable man —if he only could have gratified her grand de-sire. More's the pity, George could not. He could only give her a genuine love and admiration, a share of his younger son's moderate allowance, and a venture in his Bank of Hope.

Dulcy preferred certainties and securities, and she refused him at her peril—refused him with much misgiving and reluctance, and a pain, the permanence of which she had yet to learn. She had a certain tenderness for George which his persistence might have blown up into a flame of devotion;





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