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turned the fire with wonderful perseverance. I bore the sound of every gun toward the city The cannon's roar has ceased, and night has and far from the coast, twenty, thirty, and let fall her mantle over the scene. The bat- even sixty miles into the country, where tle is over. April 12 and 13, 1861, belong those who were improving their last safe to history. How will the story read ten chance of country life in this poisonous

swamp region, counted with trembling lips We said the streets were deserted. The the reports which followed each other in gateways to the yards, however, always con- rapid succession, and feared the worst. tain negroes, who stood in clusters, idly All day the deafening roar continued with watching the few who passed on their way occasional pauses, and all day the watchers to the Battery. They were probably the sole saw nothing but the volumes of smoke which occupants of the premises. They talked to foretold the explosion of the guns from the each other as they stood, and one woman re- different fortitications. Still the flags of marked, “Dis jes' like Fourth ob July!” South Carolina and the Confederate States and perhaps that was the best description were on all the islands and the shipping, and that could be given of the appearance of the alone on its lofty staff on Sumter the flag city. And so high and low, rich and poor, which fills the hearts of some at least of the the patrician families of South Carolina and watchers “ with memories sweet and endthe plebeian resident Yankees found their less ” floats in the breeze. Reports carly in way to the Battery. You have already had the morning say that one of Anderson's some description of this favorite promenade shots, which came with beautiful precision and pride of Charleston—and know that it every five minutes into Fort Moultrie, has runs close to the water's edge along part of killed twenty-seven men. Later despatches the east and south sides of the city. The relieve the terrible anxiety hy saying that no South Battery lies in front of what is called one is injured, and through the day deWhite Point Garden, a space of ground en- spatches from the different fortifications still closed by an iron fence, and crossed by walks. repeat the hardly creditable tale that no one Grass refuses to grow in this climate, but is injured. The day goes on, and comes to the clover, in patches, is beautifully green. an end, and with the fall of night the reports The East Battery is lined on the side of the of cannon are less frequent. All day large water by a sidewalk of broad flag-stones, vessels are distinctly visible, to the right of sufficiently elevated to be out of the reach of Sumter and out of the range of the guns. the waves, except in unusually heavy gales. It is supposed that they will attempt to reinThe South Battery faces James "Island. force Anderson at high tide, which will be Standing on the East, one looks straight out about nine in the evening. The cannon fire to sea ; James Island, and further out Mor- at intervals all night, and we wait imparisis Island, lie on the right; Castle Pinck- tiently the coming day. ney, on a mud shoal close to the city, on the The sun rises cloudless and bright on one left; farther down, Sullivan's Island, with of the April days which are like the June Fort Moultrie at its extreme end; between days of New England, but the wind has the two, and just opposite the city, at a dis- shifted, and we lear no iepɔrts. It is betance of about thrce iniles, Fort Sumter, the lieved that the firing has ceased; why, no one only spot where, from December 20 to April can tell; but at the battery the volumes of 13, the flag of the United States of America smoke still show that it has not, though even has floated within the jurisdiction of the there it is almost impossible to hear the Independent Commonwealth of South Car- sound.

Above Fort Moultrie, on Sullivan's Let us go thither. Many of the stores Island, are several other batteries, and the have their doors open, but no shutters are far-famed Floating Battery lies off the island, unclosed and only necessary business is transto the left of the observer. Major Stevens's acted. We go down Meeting Street, past iron-clad battery is on the right, on Morris's Institute or Secession Hall, and remember Island, and a long chain of other fortifica- the scene of the twentieth of last December tions extend over the low, sandy islands all there. Saddled horses stand waiting at the around the harbor.

door, and remind us that General BeaureThe city has been in a state of intense ex- gard's office is within. As we'turn down citement all the week. Anderson has been Water Street, which leads to the East Batsummoned to surrender and has refused. tery, the crowd becomes visible lining the His last refusal was received at one o'clock sidewalk. Making our way between the carFriday morning, April 12, and as soon as the riages which fill the street, we mount the gray dawn showed, the fortifications opened steps leading to the sidewalk, and, taking up fire upon him. The Battery, the house-tops, our position in the least crowded part, turn the windows of the adjacent houses were our attention to the harbor. The reports thronged all day. A strong north-east wind come deadened to the ear, though one can


easily enough tell whence the shot come by|ing but waves, and you can see plenty anythe smoke.

where just like them. The crowd increases and is composed of all “ Doubleday is killed,” says another. materials. Women of all ages and ranks of " They saw him from Moultrie,” lying on life look eagerly ont with spy-glasses and top of the rain parts.” opera-glasses. Children talk and laugh and This remark' is answered with an aryuwalk back and forth in the small moving mentum ad hominem hy a boy who says, space as if they were at a public show. Now " Look now, do you see that mosquito just on and then a man in military dress goes hastily the corner of that flag in Sumter ?” and a past. Grave inen talk in groups. Young digpified silence follows. men smoke, and calculate probabilities, and Now the smoke rises over Samter again ; compare conflicting reports, and still the guns black smoke, and curls away, but no other send forth their deadly missiles, and the light signs of life. We watch, and, as we watch, cloud, ssuddenly appearing and hanging over it grows blacker and thicker. The fort must the fort till dispersed by the wind, tell of the be on fire. shells which explode before they reach their “ Yes, can't you see the same ? there, at destination.

the south angle, you can see it through this “ There goes Stevens again! He gives it glass. Look now!” to 'em strong," and a puff of white smoke The smoke bides all one side of the fort, and riscs from the iron-clad battery.

the leaping flames leave no room for doubt. “ Look! did you see the bricks fly then They spread till it seems as if the whole fort from the end of the fort? She struck that was a sheet of flame within, and the firing time."

goes on as if nothing new had happened, but • What is that smoke over Sumter? Is it no signs of life at Fort Sumter. Why don't not smoke?” and all glasses and eyes are the fleet do something? How can men with turned in that direction and watch eagerly. blood in their veins idly watch the scene, and It increases in volume and rolls off scaward. not lend a helping hand when they have the What can it be? Is he going to blow up the power? They must be armed vessels. Is. fort? Is he heating shot? What is it? Anderson still in the fort? No signal comes Still the batteries around keep up a continual from there, and the firing continues, and the fire, and Anderson's guns, amidst a cloud of shells explode around and within, and the smoke, return with two or three discharges. dense black smoke rolls away and the flames Suddenly a white cloud rises from Sumter and leap round the flag-staff, as it seems. a loud report tells of the explosion of some "Now you'll see that old flag go down,' magazine. “ Probably a magazine on the says a boy with a spy-glass. roof for his barbette guns," and the firing That old flag! goes on.

We listen and watch in mournful silence, “ Look out! Moultrie speaks again !” and hear the beating of our heart as the flames and another puff of smoke points out the posi- rise higher and fiercer. What does it mean? tion of that fort, followed by one from the Anderson can't be in the fort. He must have floating battery of the others. We listen and gone. Ile must be on board the fleet or they watch.

could not stand idly by at such a moment. " I don't believe Anderson is in the fort. “ He has probably left slow matches to some. He must have gone off last night to the fleet of his guns. He means to burn up the fort, and left only a few inen. It was a very dark to blow it up.” night."

“ Captain Foster intimated that it was un* See the vessels off there? No, not there : dermined,” says another. farther along to the right of Sumter. That Still the flag-staff stands, though the flames small one is the Harriet Lanc."

are red around it. “ Yes, I can see them plain with the naked “It would be a bad omen if that flag should eye. Aint they going to do anything? The stand all this fire,” says a gentleman at our large one has hauled off?”

side, as he hands us his glass. We level it and “No, they are still.”

look. “Look! can't you see those little boats ? A vessel lies at anchor just between, and Three little boats a hundred yards apart. the flag of the Confederate States, fluttering They are certainly coming.'

from the fore, completely conceals the staff at Yes,” replies a woman, an opera-glass at Sumter. We move impatiently far to the

" the pa pers this morning said they right to get rid of it, and see with throbbing were to reinforce with small boats, which heart the flag still safe, and watch with sickwere to keep at a great distance from each ening anxiety. other."

Another explosion, which scatters the Another, incredulous, says they are noth- smoke for a while.

her eyes,

“ He is blowing up the barracks to prevent The flag is down! A shot has struck the the fire from spreading," says

another. staff and carried it away. “Look, the flag is Can it be that he is there still?

down ;” and an excited crowd rush again Still the flag waves as of old ; the flames die through the streets leading to the Battery, down, and the smoke clears away somewhat, and a shout fills the air. and the slells explode as before, and Major The flag of the United States has been shot Stevens fires continually.

down in the harbor of Charleston, South Car“ It is West Point against West Point to-olina ! day,” says one.

* It is up again on a lower staff!”' “ Yes!” . Stevens was not at West Point."

" No!” i. It is a white flag.” No, but Beauregard was a pupil of An A white flag waves from the walls of Fort derson there."

Sumter, and the colors which have been reWhere is Anderson ? And yet who would peatedly lowered as a signal of distress in vain not rather even at this moment be Anderson, to-day have fallen at last. with all his danger, than General Twiggs, in The firing ceases, and Anderson surrenders his safety, and with the applause of the South- unconditionally, with the fort a blazing furern Confederacy ?

The tide has turned, and is going out. The man who, of all others, deserved to be What does it mean? Still the people pass supported by the whole power of the nation, and repass, and the crowd thins a little, and who has manfully, nobly upheld his honor they jest idly and remark on the passers, and and the honor of the government to which he conversation goes on. Friends meet and greet swore allegiance, against threats and taunts each other with playful words. Judge Ma- and entreaties and bribes has been forced to grath stands in a careless attitude in the win- surrender, and the United States no longer dow of one of the houses overlooking the scene. hold a foot of ground in South Carolina. Beauregard passes, observant; carriages drive What will history say? by ; people begin to leave.


The lengthy pamphlet against Renan by the , of the philosopher's daughter. To contribute Bishop of Nimes has been followed by a much till that has been done and failed would be a shorter document from the pen of Desprez, Arch- mark of disrespect to those descendants who, bishop of Toulouse. The latter does not stoop to with very proper pride, retain his surname as examine the arguments brought forward in the a Christian name in the family.- Reader. “ Vie de Jésus," but briefly and summarily exhorts his flock to disavow “ the attempt made against God—an attempt such as has not been is entitled “Goethe and his Importance for our

A SMALL work by C. G. Carus, just published, seen since the day when the philosopher of Fer- Generation and those to come : together with ney cried “ Ecrasons l'infame !etc. other bishops and archbishops are to follow with fifteen hitherto unknown parables of Goethe, datanti-Renan pamphlets, books, and pastoral let- ing from the year 1770.ters. One of the most characteristic replies to the book appeared the other day, the author of By way of supplement to his edition of Homer, which chiefly denounces Renan as “ anti-Napole- published at Bonn in 1858, Professor Immanuel onic,” since in the writings of Napoleon I. an- Bekker, has collected into one volume octavo, of other view is taken of Christ. Of other writings 330 pages, all his criticisms and remarks on occasioned by the book may be mentioned an Homer, and on the labors of other editors, which “Etude,” now preparing, from the pen of M. have appeared in German from his pen in the Ste.-Beuve. It is said that he has only very various literary journals of Germany from 1806 reluctantly yielded to the pressing solicitations to 1862. On opening the book a startling novof his friends in appearing on a field compara- elty meets the eye in the prefice. German nouns, tively foreign to him. His critique is to appear which usually commence with capital letters, are in the feuilleton of the Constitutionnel.- Reader. here printed after the fashion of Latin, French,

and English, with lower-case or small letters at

the beginning. This is a novelty which deserves An appeal is being made by the rector of High to be recorded. Laver, near Ongar, in Essex, for subscriptions to repair the tomb of John Locke. Instead of being The number of gymnasts present at the late made to the public, this appeal should surely, in " Turner-Fest” at Leipsic-exceeded 25,000, with the first place, be made to the noble descendants more than 600 flags.

No. 1012.— 24 October, 1863.


1. The Poetry of Owen Meredith,

National Review, 2. The Hatred of Priests,

Saturday Review, 3. The Open Window,

Chambers's Journal, 4. Genius,

Saturday Review, 5. Highland Roads and Highland Canals,

Chambers's Journal, 6. Mr. Foster on the Meaning of the American War, Spectator, 7. Napoleon in Poland, 8. Heroes and their Likenesses, 9. Letter from Hon. Josiah Quincy to Mr. Lincoln,

PAGE 147 164 167 175 179 183 185 187 189

PCETIY.–The Shadow Dance, 146. Emmaus, 146. Barbara Freitchie, 191. WeekDay Service at Westminster Abbey, 191. St. Margaret's Eve, 192. Equinoctial, 192.

SHORT ARTICLES.-Pompeii, 163. 'Literary Intelligence, 163, 178. Archæology, 166. French Song, 166. Washing the Atmosphere, 174. Voting-Machine, 178.

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is run,


in Art,


Some day your grief will vanish, but alas for

human pride, Man's truest friend and lover is the shadow by

his side. WHAT ! dancing with your shadow, lovely reveller in the moon ?

The shadow ! that with all new souls that bless Is that the only lover of a child-heart full of the earth is born, June?

The silent playmate of the child in life's enfolding That dark and soulless shadow ? why, I thought morn ; that only they

Through youth to age pursuing, where'er man's Loved their shadows, from whose bosoms life's feet have strayed, sweet love had passed away.

Till in the coffin's darkness they are mingled

shade with shade. Every maiden has a lover, and the young o’erflowing heart

Oh! where in mortal form is found such conWith the sweet decree of instinct , seeks its gentle

stancy as this? counterpart ;

O hollow-hearted friendships, I can buy you There's a strain of love and passion in the low

with a kiss ! liest living thing ;

O boasted loves that vanish when a noble risk Don't you feel it Fanchon, when at night the crickets sing?

You are the veriest shadows that are beneath the And are they shut to you alone, the gold-gates

of Romance, Where youth and maid believe there are no shad- I thank you, lovely charmer, for the hour that

gave to me, ows in the dance ? Oh, no, poor child! they beat for you, all true With a forceful truth of nature in art's wondrous hearts ’neath the sun ;

mimicry, Your worshippers are numberless, to one for The lesson of unselfish love that in a shadow lies,

And if transferred to human souls, would mock Madelon.

the centuries. There's such a flood of loveliness engulfs your I thank the Genius that creates great souls anew

figure round, I seem to wonder what has wrought the shadow on the ground ;

And to the high ideal, adds the woman in her The white moon on the hair-gold, like a saintly aureole gleams,

Already see the lustre of that Genius flashing

byIs that your shade, fair dancer, or are you both but dreams?

And all the mimic world, at last, will in its

shadow lie. Scarce heavier than your shadow is the lithe step Boston, Mass. on the grass,

- Washington Chronicle. That hardly spills the dewdrops from the flowers

as you pass.
'Tis sweet to think it human, as you sweep from

grace ;

Oh! bonny dancer with a ghost, how you bewitch
the place!

ABIDE with us, 0 wondrous guest ! I'd rather be the shadow flying where your foot A stranger still, though long possessed ; steps go.

Our hearts thy love unknown desire, Than that poor dupe—the lover of a hundred And marvel how the sacred fire maids I know.

Should burn within us, while we stray Itself too little human-yet so like it to be false. From that sad spot where Jesus lay. You're a graceful dusky partner for your mystic reel and waltz.

So when our youth, through bitter loss,

Or hopes deferred, draws near the Cross, Bend low and kiss the willing lips it cannot lift

We lose the Lord our childhood knew,

And God's own word may seem untrue ; Oh! gift it with your lovely life—that phantom

Yet Christ himself shall soothe the way in the dew.

Towards the evening of our day. Earth, hold it to your bosom, never more to be

withdrawn, When the sun goes down at even, or the moon is

And though we travel toward the west, set at morn.

'Tis still for toil, and not for rest ;

No Fate, except with Life is done; I weep_but not in sorrow-to see you dance At Emmaus is our work begun ; alone,

Then let us watch, lest tears should hide With that dumb lover at your feet, emotionless The Lord who journeys by our side! as stone ;

-Poems of Sorrow and Consolation.

heart ;

to you ;

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