Harper's Weekly. A Journal of Civilization / Volume IX, Issue 421 / Title Contents
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Harper's Weekly. A Journal of Civilization / Volume IX, Issue 421
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New York: Harper's Magazine Co, January 21, 1865
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Harper's Weekly. a Journal of Civilization.
IX
421
NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JANUARY 21, 1865
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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.
VIEW OF GENERAL BUTLER'S DUTCH GAP CANAL BEFORE THE EXPLOSION OF THE BULK-HEAD. — [See Page 38.]
SAINT MARTIN AND THE BEGGAR.
By N. G. SHEPHERD.
Holy Saint Martin once at Amiens' gate,
Passing that way where went both low and great,
Saw there, ashiver with the winter's cold,
A poor half-naked wretch—silver or gold
The Saint had none; his kindly beaming eyes,
Mild as the light of stars within the skies,
Filled with the rising pity in his breast,
Where dwelt all charities which make men blest,
At sight of one, a soul so desolate,
Houseless and friendless by the city's gate,
And taking from h
"Let foreign writers say that Italy is the land of the dead. Yes; but the dead have at last risen from their tombs in the shape of 350,000 armed men, and of 200 battalions of mobolized national guards. The dead have strong and well-manned fortresses to defend their fatherland; they have a fine fleet to assert their rights over the waters of their national seas. Those very Italians of whom it was said, 'They do not fight,' have already won many battles, and whether under the gray coats of the re
THE WILMINGTON EXPEDITION.
Rear-Admiral David D. Porter, the commander of the naval division of the late Wilmington Expedition, is a son of the famous Commodore Porter of the Essex. He is about fifty years of age, and has belonged to the navy over thirty years. A few years ago, when he commanded the Crescent City, he attracted considerable attention by persisting in an effort to enter the port of Havana under the shotted guns of Moro Castle, and against the order of the Spanish authorities. He
The mistake, then, was not in the failure to make an assault, which must have issued disastrously. It will be objected that the fire of the fleet made the garrison useless, by keeping them in their bomb-proofs. But until the assault was made there was no reason for the garrison to leave their bomb-proofs. If our force had attempted an assault, as at Fort Wagner, the garrison, we may rest assured, would have made their appearance at the right moment. As to the fire of the fleet, as soon as our f
"Sir," said I, "you are a wonderful father. You are a prodigy of parental affection."
"He's in there now, Sir," said the fat man, pointing to a green baize partition at the back of the van. "Home for the vacation from the University."
"Come, Governor," called a voice from behind the green baize. "Time to shut up. Want to light my cigar."
"He's not in orders yet," observed the fond father.
"Come, I say, Governor!" repeated the undergraduate.
"Bless you, Sir!" I cried, grasping the Fat Man's hand
A SILENT PARTING.
Under the porch we linger;
A Virginia creeper sheds
Its scarlet shower of glories
Eddying over our heads.
The white frost hangs on the maple,
Its crystals silver-bright;
The red leaves whirl and rustle
Under our feet in the night.
O'er the yellow'd woods are gleaming
The myriad stars of eve;
I look into thy soft brown eyes,
Mine own, for a brief reprieve —
From the parting that must come,
The farewell that must be spoken,
With a tender clinging of palm to palm,
And a trustful
We were conversing one evening on the probability of an agreement having already been made between the belligerents for the exchange of officers, and I congratulated him on his prospect of going home.
"The anticipation gives me scarcely less pain than pleasure," he remarked, seriously. "I see you growing paler and thinner every week, and feel that you are ill. I can not bear the thought of going away and leaving you to winter here in this rugged land."
"Do you find it so unbearable then?" I ask
REBEL TORPEDO FOUND IN THE ROANOKE RIVER.
A COMMISSARY TRAIN AMONG THE MOUNTAINS. — [Drawn by John McNevin.]
WRECK OF THE "OTSEGO," AND THE EXPLOSION OF THE TUG "BAZLEY" IN THE ROANOKE RIVER, December 10, 1864.
MR. R. C. GRIDLEY AND HIS SACK OF FLOUR. — [Photographed by G. H. Johnson, San Francisco.]
MR. GRIDLEY AND HIS SACK OF FLOUR.
Mr. R. C. Gridley, of Austin, Nevada, has invented a new method of raising the wind. Whatever else may be thought of it, it is at least successful. An election was lately held in Austin for city officers, on the result of which many wagers were laid. Mr. Gridley bet with Doctor Herrick, the wager consisting of a sack of flour, which the unsuccessful better was to carry o
long before she struck and went to pieces. Cruse managed to get on a piece of the poop-deck with Dean, the mate, and the two were carried out to sea, being frequently washed off from their frail raft by the breakers off Stono Inlet. Dean having been bruised on the head by a plank when he was thrown into the water, survived only a short time. Cruse, availing himself of his companion's clothing, lashed the corpse to the wreck, having under contemplation the necessity which might arise of his havi
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