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"I hope that it will not be long
before something will occur to give me a chance of being relieved from my
"Thanking you for your kind
remembrance of me,
I am, yours truly,
All the officers of the command
at Fort Sumter have seen service.
Captain Truman Seymour, one of the most
gallant officers in the service, is also renowned as a traveler; his successful
ascent of Popocatepetl — the highest mountain in North America—has been
Lieutenant Talbot crossed the Rocky Mountains with
Fremont's first expedition ; Lieutenant Davis was at
Buena Vista, and
Foster was badly wounded at
Molino del Rey.
A SEAT IN THE CITY CARS.
Five o'clock!—getting late!—never
mind it a bit, I've a seat in the car, and here I will sit Till my street is
announced. I will, I declare!
I have paid the half dime—it is
no more than fair.
I've been standing all day in the
store and the street; No rest for my limbs or the soles of my feet : I am tired
to death—would not budge for a king, For an emperor, duke, or any such thing.
If a woman comes in, why, they
shouldn't try For a seat in the cars, when the evening is nigh. "Be home before
sunset," I tell Rosalie
(She's a wife for a pattern, she
gets home at three).
They say, to be sure, "I can just
as well stand!" But they put up a weak little bit of a hand In pursuit of a
strap that they find is too high, Settle down on their toes, and give up with a
Then they seem so unsteady, and
waver about When the cars with a jerk let a passenger out. There's one getting
in!—I won't look up at all, But stare out of doors: she looks very small.
Standing up in the crowd among
those great men, Her back is this way—I'll look once again. 'Tis a very nice
back, and above and upon it, With a curl peeping out, is a black velvet bonnet.
"Dear me !"—this is bad, then
!—Up goes the hand—Not bigger than Rosie's—she hardly can stand. I don't feel
quite so tired; I said I'd sit still In spite of temptations to come : and I
Well, I'm glad it ain't
Rosie—she's not very strong; A wee little woman, she couldn't stand long. But
stop ! let me think; what if this one should be To some other man what Rosie is
And how would I feel if some lazy
Should allow her to stand in the
draught of the door; I'm not tired a bit ; I am fresh as can be
"Here, Madam, a seat"—" Oh, Fred
SATURDAY, JANUARY 12, 1861.
SOME journals have so far
forgotten themselves as to censure
Major Anderson for his removal from the
defenseless work called
Fort Moultrie to the strong fortification known as
Sumter. While chivalrous voices even in the Cotton States are loudly proclaiming
that the gallant Kentuckian could not have acted otherwise than he has done,
Governor Floyd, of Virginia, has carried his pique so far as to resign his post
in the Cabinet in consequence of Major Anderson's proceeding.
We tender to President Buchanan
our respectful sympathies on the loss he has sustained in the resignation of
Governor Floyd. It is a bereavement which he will feel sensibly if, during the
brief remainder of his administration, he should have occasion to sell or to buy
new sites for military forts. Judging from the past, Governor Floyd's
resignation will not diminish the safety of the property of the Government;
though it may militate against the prospective profits of the contractors with
the War Department. As we learn from the message which Governor Floyd
condescended to transmit to Congress, the late Secretary of War was a man of
such exuberant patriotism that be could not contemplate the attitude of an army
contractor without emotion, and was ready to issue his own acceptances rather
than see the firm which supplied flour to the troops put to any temporary
inconvenience. The loss of such a patriot can not but be viewed with anguish ;
still, this is a country of remarkable recuperative powers, and the ingratitude
of republics is proverbial. Mr. Buchanan must nerve himself to the trial : we
once lost the City of Washington, and recovered from it ; may we not hope to
survive the retirement of Floyd ?
Major Anderson, laden with the
responsibility of holding the United States forts at
Charleston, had remained at
Fort Moultrie, which he could not defend, leaving
Fort Sumter, which commanded
it, to be seized any day by the Revolutionists, he would have proved himself a
very poor soldier. By acting as he did he proved himself a good soldier, and,
in all human probability, he saved the lives of the seventy odd men under his
The journals which accuse him of
double-dealing forget that he made no contract with any one save with the United
States, and that contract was to hold the United States forts in the harbor of
Charleston. That contract he has fulfilled. In forty-five minutes he can destroy
Fort Moultrie ; in forty-five weeks the South Carolinians can not take
The silly talkers who dare to
couple his name
with the word coward are men who dare not meet him face to face and impugn his
conduct. He has proved his courage over and over again in Florida, under Taylor
in Mexico, and again under
Scott in the same country. Southern army officers
unanimously concede that the United States has produced no more gallant soldier
than Major Robert Anderson. It is to be hoped that he may not have to add to the
long list of his gallant exploits a successful defense of Fort Sumter with an
insufficient force against an overwhelming body of insurgents. Still, if he be
attacked, it will be better to be with him than against him.
THE COTTON MOVEMENT.
IN one of the late
cotton circulars, prepared for the information of the trade in this country and
abroad, mention was made of a shipment of 57,000 bales to
Memphis, Tennessee. So
far as our recollection goes the event is unprecedented.
has, for many years, been shipped north to
Memphis, whence it has traveled
by rail to the Northern factories. But the amount has always been so small that
of the cotton trade could afford to disregard it till the end of the year. Last
year the total amount so shipped was set down at about 300,000 bales—an
unusually large quantity
for the year. This year it is probable that the receipts at
Memphis will amount
to several hundred thousand more — perhaps a million bales.
The reasons are very simple. On the fall in cotton which followed the first
outbreak of revolution in the South the planters held back their crops. By doing
so they very gravely embarrassed the factors, who failed in consequence. Hence,
the receipts at the
Southern ports to date are more than 500,000 bales short of
those to same date last year. From the tone of the letters from the South the
planters do not seem disposed to send on their crop, at the present time, to
New Orleans, or
Savannah. They must either hold it, and draw upon
their resources for supplies for themselves and their negroes, or they must ship
Memphis. They are generally adopting the latter alternative.
Many planters expect to make Memphis their principal receiving port, from the
belief that between this and March 4 all the principal sea-ports of the
States will be blockaded. In this event, of course, planters would have to elect
between shipping to Memphis or keeping their cotton. In the present state of
science cotton has not been found to be a nutritious article of diet, and it is
therefore presumed that the planters will decide to ship to the North.
Thus the ill wind of which we are all complaining is likely to enrich Memphis,
and Tennessee generally, to an extent which is not dreamed
of by short-sighted politicians. That sagacious statesman,
Johnson, may have seen it afar ; the merchants of Memphis sec it clearly enough.
THE CHRISTIAN PRISONERS IN
WE learn that
Captain Brabazon, Mr. De Norman, Mr. Boultby, and others—nineteen in all, French
and English, who were taken prisoners
by the Chinese on the approach to Pekin—have perished in consequence of the
severity of their sufferings in captivity. They were tied with cords so tightly
bound across the wrists, ankles, and fingers that mortification ensued, insect
life was engendered, and the wretched prisoners perished in agonizing torments.
We also learn, by telegraph from St. Peters-burg, that the Allies have concluded
peace and evacuated Pekin.
We are unacquainted with the vengeance exacted from the Chinese for the
maltreatment of their prisoners. It is to be hoped that it was calculated to
impress upon the Chinese the value of Christian life. If it was not, Lord
Elgin's expedition has been in vain, and the work will have to be done over
again. His own reception in England, in this event, will not be enviable.
The brutal massacre of these Englishmen and Frenchmen is consistent with the
uniform tenor of Chinese behavior toward foreigners of every race ; and if their
barbarous conduct has escaped condign punishment, an opportunity has been lost
which might have secured the safety of Christians in China for many years to
A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
IT is not yet
Twelfth-Night, and until then one may fairly wish a Happy New Year! The wish
recurs often, and the oftener the older one gets. In any case, it comes once a
year ; and it always comes with the same kindly feeling, the same doubts, the
same wistful peering into the future and tender remembrance of the past.
There is one rather melancholy fact made more
apparent every time it is heard—not, good Sir, that
you and I are a shade more silvery upon the head ; nor yet, dear Madame,
that you begin to
daughter doing and feeling what
you have not laid
entirely aside—no, a very different fact from either
of those, the decay of the New-Year's call!
Oh yes, there is plenty of calling. Fred, Tom,
and Bob, in the full flush of expectation, heroically begin in thin boots
and kid gloves, and they push zealously on; but the veteran of seven or eight
and twenty knows that he simply can not do it. He may make a few calls, but he
can not go through that list which fired his ambition seven or eight years ago.
No; the city has so spread, has so crossed the river and included Brooklyn and
Jersey City, that you must either relinquish calling altogether or send your
card. And, true enough, when pleasure has become a painful duty, it is time to
try it no more. When your joints will not readily give, nor your instep quickly
spring in the polka, it is time to perceive and acknowledge that your dancing
days have gone by ; and when the city has so stretched itself that you can not
hope to stretch with it to the doors
of all your friends as easily and
cozily as in the days that are no more, it is time for you to stay at
home, and allow that New-Year's has one charm the less.
You may stay at home, and think
of the good old Dutch days, when Wall Street was the northern boundary of the
city, and on Broad Street the
gable ends and stoops rebuilt the Old World in the
New. You may dream of the time when the Brooklyn passenger blew a horn at
the ferry-house to summon the boatman, and the high-capped Dutch girls looked
like full moons out of the windows. Then a man had time enough and not too many
friends for New-Years' visits. Then he could sit for a solid quarter of an hour
and chat and smile and toast and wonder, while the young vrauw looked at him
with wide eyes, whether the city would ever really extend beyond the fence, and
what queer descendants would people the streets in eighteen hundred
SOME time since, more than a year ago, the Lounger spoke of a most pleasant and
readable History of the City of New
York, compiled by Miss Mary L. Booth, who has since been signally successful
in the translation of several French works ; among which About's novel of
" Germaine" is an admirable specimen of her skill. The name of this lady is now
associated with another little book, edited by Mrs. Dall, whose forcible,
temperate, judicious, and unflagging exertions in behalf of " Woman's right to
labor," have given her a distinguished place among those who really wish to open
practical methods to women to keep them-selves. It is not the technical "
Women's Rights" spirit, but the
broad claim of a common welfare of the sexes which is the motive of Mrs.
But we have to talk now of something with which her name and that of Miss Booth
are but incidentally associated as friends of Miss Marie
Zakrzewska (pronounced Zak-shef-ska), who is al-ready known to many, and
prized as a physician peculiarly qualified, by natural gifts and the most heroic
and extensive study, for the treatment of women's diseases. She is still a young
woman, but her career has been so profoundly interesting and unusual, that her
friends have persuaded her to suffer
it to be published ; which has been done in
the form of a letter to her friend Miss Booth, edited by Mrs. Dail, and
offered by her as a " Practical Illustration of Woman's Right to Labor," which
is the title of the little neat book of only 167 pages.
How wise her friends were to persuade her the work itself proves. In no novel of
highly-wrought French life has Miss Booth ever translated a chap-ter so
curiously fascinating as this autobiography
of a young German woman making her way in the world, not only against the
ordinary, but the extraordinary, difficulties which beset women who, with
talent, character, education, and ambition, would honestly earn an honest living
by a career commensurate with their gifts and cultivation. From her earliest
years accustomed to the spectacle and care of the sick, with a clouded
childhood, in which her love for her mother and her consuming desire to devote
herself to a similar profession —for her mother was a highly accomplished midwife—she
fought with the wild beasts of prejudice and skepticism at her Ephesus,
which happened to be Berlin, and after eliciting the warmest sympathy and
co-operation of the most accomplished men of medical science in Berlin—after
teaching and practicing in the Royal Hospital in that city, with unqualified
success, of which her credentials to those who do not know her, and personal
experience to those who do, are the proof—she was at last the victim of a
relentless jealousy, and finally came to this country with a younger sister.
Here they lived, two German girls who could not speak the language, and whose
scant purse upon arriving was soon exhausted ; protected by Marie's indomitable
resolution, her knowledge of the world gained in the toughest way, and by the
employments which her quick perception showed would be profitable. When one of
these failed, she turned to another ; and, almost without a friend, she was
gradually and constantly improving her own and her sister's condition. At
length, by constantly looking and asking for herself, she made the acquaintance
of Miss Sedgwick, always the friend of the friendless, and Miss Elizabeth
Blackwell, whose interesting story was printed in the Weekly several months
since. Miss Blackwell introduced Marie to the college at Cleveland, in which she
had herself studied. The stranger found other friends there ; and after
completing her course, returned to New York, where at last, in company with Miss
Blackwell, she had the satisfaction of seeing the Woman's Infirmary, for the
treatment by women of diseases peculiar to women, formally opened. She remained
in it for two years, and then
removed to Boston, where she is now the Resident Physician of the Female
The sobriety and sincerity of her story, its total
freedom from offensive egotism, while it is necessarily all about herself, are
most striking. Calm, firm, and capable, she has conquered every- obstacle, and
secured the heartiest recognition of her ability and skill. In saying so, the
Lounger but pays a tribute of personal knowledge. Yet there is an undertone of
profound sadness in the auto-biography, of which she herself gives the best
possible explanation :
" I remember that in January, 1845 [Marie was then sixteen years old], my mother
attended thirty-five women in childbed—the list of names is still in my
possession—and visited from sixteen to twenty-five daily, with my assistance. I
do not think that during the month we were in bed for one whole night.
Two-thirds of these patients were unable to pay a cent. During these years I
learned all of life that it was possible for a human being to learn. I saw
nobleness in dens, and meanness in palaces ; virtue among prostitutes, and vice
among so-called respectable women. I learned to judge human nature correctly: to
sea goodness where the world found nothing but faults, and also to see faults
where the world could sea nothing but virtue. The experience thus gained cost me
the bloom of youth ; yet I would not ex change it for a life of everlasting
Don't you suppose that what such a woman tells of her life must be of commanding
and significant interest ? You feel the electric force of her nature through her
story. What listless ladies dream of and wish they dared to do, Marie Zakrzewska
has done. There are heroines without halos ; and one such life is worth a
torrent of talk about woman's sphere.
BROTHER JONATHAN AND TOM BROWN.
SCHOOL-BOYS are freemasons. The moment they meet they understand each other. Mr.
Tom Hughes knew this when he wrote " School Days at Rugby"—a book which belongs
to school-boys in America as in England, and which is always sure of a post of
honor upon his shelf and in his heart. Stanley's Life of Dr. Arnold sent many
pilgrims from this side of the sea to the home of the beloved and famous
schoolmaster ; but Hughes's story has probably sent a larger and more
enthusiastic throng. The Life of the Master was a book for men ; but that of the
pupil for boys. And if there is any pleasure truer and more satisfactory than
that which springs from the interest and sympathy and love of boys, it has not
yet been mentioned.
It seems that not long ago there was an event at Rugby School in which we all
have a peculiar interest. Upon the 22d of November of the year just ended, after
the " calling over" of Rugby School in the afternoon, Dr. Temple, the
Head-master, entered the room with a company of ladies and gentlemen, and
followed by a man bearing a superb banner. The Doctor, in a few words, after
alluding to the peculiar good-will now existing between England and America, as
shown and sealed by the late visit of the Prince, introduced to the school Mr.
James Geddes Day, a young gentleman of Norwich, in Connecticut, who, so far as
appears, is the first representative of the American school-boy (he is, we
believe, a graduate of Yale) who has, in that capacity, visited Rugby School.
Following the Doctor Mr. Day made a little speech upon presenting the banner—a
speech remarkable in the annals of American oratory for its brevity and point ;
saying just what is to be said, and nothing more or less. The report of the
speech in the Rugby Advertiser of November 24, is as fol. lows:
"' Gentlemen of Rugby, with your permission, in the
name of Master Willie Mills, of Norwich, Connecticut, of
the United States of America, I present you with this
standard, as a token of the interest which he and many
others in our country feel in your noble school [Cheers].
I need not tell you how we know of it. "Tom Brown's
School Days" is a household book in America as well as in
England [Great applause], and since I have seen Rugby I
do not wonder that Mr. Hughes loved it and was proud of
it, and wrote of it as lovingly and as proudly as he did
[Great cheering]. I hope that you will accept this standard
in the same spirit in which it is given--as an unpretending
offering of good-will from a young American to his
cousins in the Mother Country [Cheers]. And now allow
me, in his name and in my own, to promise you a warm,
hospitable greeting should any of you cross the Atlantic.
May this [pointing to the banner] remind you of the welcome
that awaits you ; and may it be a pledge that we are
ready and willing to sing as heartily as any of you " God
save the Queen" [immense cheering], and shout as lustily
as any of you " Floreat Rugbaea !"' [Renewed applause].
"Mr. Day having ended, three cheers were called for
upon his account, and three for the donor of the banner,
Master Willie Mills, all of which were given in the well.
known hearty manner of the Rugby scholars. The cheering having subsided, Mr. Day said it was Master Mills's
desire that the school-house undertake the custody of the
The standard is described as made of crimson velvet, emblazoned magnificently
with the arms of the school ; the letters L. S. upon each side ; the colors of
England and America entwined in the corner's, and mounted with a rich gold
The incident is in every way graceful and interesting. There is an instinctive
and indefeasble loyalty in the American heart toward England. The Revolution was
but an event of our history. It did not disturb that deep consciousness that, as
we have the same language, so we have the same traditions and literature in the
past, and the same great hopes in the future.
A HINT TO WATKINS.
WATKINS is anxious to know what the Lounger thinks of his pursuing a regular
course of study. He says that he is no longer young, but that ho has taste and
means, and would like to turn his at. tention to some department of literature.
Watkins asks the Lounger for the same advice which De Quincey supposed a young
man to ask him, and in reply to which he wrote some very sensible letters, which
every young man might read with profit. The great point, of course, is to make
up your mind what you will try to master, or master as much as possible. No man