The Man Without a Country, and Other Tales

so beautiful, and so kind! The trunk had revealed a dress I never saw before, and the sense of rest, and eternal security, and

titutional, Mr

ns and cabbage-gardens which is now the Central Park. And after j

rth Street, sir, there is no one in the world who is of kin to me, and she does not care for me one straw, Felix," she said

ed by his relatives and avoided by them, went to live in Hoboken [pg 254] over there, with me

e, the poor

ake, a ramrod was fired from a careless soldier's gun, and it pierced her through her heart. I tell you, F

ry Battalion, it was, which had, by mischance, killed my mother, adopted me as their child. I was voted 'Fille

Betsy Myers,"

ary. I had no call. I answered one of Miss Beecher's appeals for Western teachers. Most of my life since has been a school-ma'am's. It has had ups and downs. But I have always [pg 255] been proud that the Public was my godfather; and, as you know," she said, "I have trusted the Public well. I have never been lonely, wherever I went. I tried

ther," int

I won the first prize f

second,"

strange ticket, No. 2,973, to me, writing the indorsement which you have heard. I had had a longing to visit New York and Hoboken again. This ticket seemed to me to beckon me. I had money enough to come, if I would come cheaply. I wrote to my father's business

elieved it,-as she does believe it now,-she agreed with me in declaring that it wa

wedding. On the 1st of November we went into that same church which

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st published in the

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e, then, for the pivots to be disclosed on which some of the wheelwork of the last six years has been moving. The science of histor

hat I was in New York in October, 1864, on confidential business. Enough that I was there, and that it was honest business. That business done, as far a

ons, we used to call them. No ingenuity had made them. No bounties had forced them. The Bat, the Greyhound, the Deer, the Flora, the J.C. Cobb, the Varuna, and the Fore-and-Aft all took in cargoes of them for us in England. But the Bat and the Deer and the Flora were seized by the blockaders, the J.C. Cobb sunk at sea, the Fore-and-Aft and the Greyhound were set fire to by their own crews, and the Varuna (our Varuna) was never heard of. Then the State of A

ice and Aunt Clara, maiden sisters of my wife, who lived with us after Winchester fell the fourth time, I got the "Scotch Harebell," two of each. For my own mother I got one "Belle of the Prairies" and one "Invisible Combination Gossamer." I did not forget good old Mamma Chloe and Mamma Jane. For them I

became rapture doubly enraptured. Words cannot tell the silent delight with which old an

Belmontes and the other things would last as long as the advertisements declare; and, what is more, the Confederacy would have reigned till now

e my best was lost at the Seven Pines. I say I was standing on the lower shelf of the cedar closet, when, as I stepped along in the darkness, my right foot caught in a bit of wire, my left

found mother sitting by me, glad enough indeed to hear my voice, and to know that I knew her. It was some time before I f

roken above the ankle; you will not move the

the Secretary's signature. [pg 261] They were to go at ten that morning to Wilmington, by the Navy Department's special messenger. I had taken them to insure care and certainty. I had worked on them till midnight, and they had not been signed till near one o'clock. Heavens and earth, and here it was five o'clock! The man must be half-way to Wilm

Lieber's hands, in Washington. Well, all I know is, that if the duplicate had got through, the Confederate government would have had in March a chance at eighty-three thous

the bit

brings up round your ankles. Julia, poor child, cried [pg 262] her eyes out about it. When I got well enough to sit up, and as soon as I could talk and plan with her, she brought down seven of the

row them into the street in front, and do not say, 'Thank-e,' Sarah sent seventeen over to the sword factory, and the foreman swore at the boy, and told him he would flog him within an inch of his life if he brought any more of his sauce there; and so-and so,

wo hundred and sixteen dollars of the first issue. We afte

shelf of [pg 263] her cedar closet. I told her to make a parcel of the things, and the first ti

t; but mornings I hobbled up to the Department, and sat with the Chief, and took his orders. Ah me! shall I soon forget that damp winter morning, when we all had such hope at the office. One or two of the army fellows looked in at the window as they ran by, and we knew that they felt well; and though I would not ask Old Wick, as we had nick-named the Chief, what was

, as the old wench rushed b

I 'fraid he's de

as not dead,-and he did not die. He is making cotton in Texas now. But he looked mighty near it then. "The deep cut in his head" was the worst I then had ever seen, and the blow confused everything. Wh

picket line at Fort Powhatan, only waiting for the shot which John Streight's party were to fire at Wilson's Wharf, as soon as somebody on our left centre advanced in force on the enemy's line above Turkey Island stretching across to Nansemond. I am not in the War Department, and I forget whether he was to advance en barbette or by échelon of infantry. But he was to advance somehow, and he knew how; and when he advanced, [pg 265] you see, that other

aved,-they waited all day for that order. George told me afterwards that the last thing he remembered was kissing his hand to Julia, who sat at her bedroom window. He said he thought she might be the last woman he ever saw this side of heaven. Just after that, it must have been,-his horse-that white Messenger colt old Williams b

ou think, I looked to see what had tripped him. I supposed it was one of the boys' bandy holes. It was no such thing. The poor wretch had tangled his hind legs in one of those infernal hoop

e out that the aunts had sold their old hoops, tied as tight as they could tie them, in a great mass of rags. They had made a fortune by the sale,-I am sorry to say it was in other rags, but the rags they got were new instead of old,-it was a real Aladdin bargain. The new rags had blue backs, and were numbered, some as high as fifty dollars. The rag-man had been in a [pg 267] hurry, and had not known what made the things so heavy. I frowned at the swindle, but they said all was fair with a pedler,-and I

over it. They had not spared red tape nor red wax. Very official it looked, indeed, and on the left-hand corner, in Sarah's boldest and most contorted hand, was written, "Secret service." We had a great laugh over thei

. O'Brien had told me, in confidence, what I have written down probably for the first time now. But we were speaking, in a general way, of the disappointment. Norton finished his cigar rather thoughtful

eloved friend, "they say that you ran awa

than I. We had not been hit. We were all right as a trivet for all we knew, when, skree! she began blowing off steam, and we stopped dead, and began to drift down under those batteries. Callender had to telegraph to the little Mosquito, or whatever Walter called his boat, and the spunky l

had not sucked in, somehow, a long string of yarn, and cloth, and, if you will believe me, a wire of some woman's crinoline. And that French folly

did not mention, however, what I had thrown into the water the last time I had gone over to Ma

my little sub-bureau was unmolested for some days. I improved those days as well as I could,-burning carefully what was to be burned, and hiding carefully what was to be hidden. One thing that [pg 270] happened then belongs to this story. As I was at work on the private bureau,-it was really a bureau, as it happened, one I had made Aunt Eunice give up when I broke my leg,-I came, to my horror, on a neat parcel of coast-survey maps of Georgia, Alabama, and Florida. They were not the same Maury stole

e of April 3d, was L

d have put it in the President's own hands.

t the working-drawings of the first monitor. I had all these under my hand. Could it

e girls' old hoops to the

nd how Pritchard arrested him, we thought if he had only h

efore, both the Richards brothers, the great paper men, you know, who started the Edgerly Works in Prince George's County, just after the war began. After dinner, Sisson and they met on the piazza. Queerly enough, they had never seen each other before, though they had used reams of Richards's paper in correspondence with each other, and the

rick got it?" said Ri

nd secured on that up-country cotton, which Kirby Smith had above the Big Raft. I had the printers ready for near a month waiting for that paper. The plates were really very handsome. I'll show you a proof when we go up stairs. Wholly new they were, made by some

is teeth, but he twirled his chair round, brought it down on all

ade stopped. I tried it myself every way; back current; I tried; forward current; high feed; low [pg 273] freed, I tried it on old stock, I tried it on new; and, Mr. Sisson, I would have made better paper in a coffee-mill! We drained off every drop of water. We washed the tubs free from size. Then my brother, there, worked all night with the machinists, taking down the frame and the rollers. You would not believe it, sir, but that little bit of wire,"-and he took out of his pocket a piece of this hateful steel, which poor I knew so well by this time

as the reason I got no salary on the 1st of April. I th

ls, was the ruin of the Confederate navy, army, ordnance, and

o one shall say that my o

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last year to contribute to their Christmas number, I wa

, and that the moral is educed from such compassion. The incidents in this story show, what all life shows,

ents has ever taken place in this order in four or five hours. But there is nothing told her

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myself a Chr

carol party, which is about as good fun, all

night for Christmas eve. Ours are not the carollings [pg 275] of your poor shivering little East Angles o

he same in other years, and made the span four horses of his own accord, because the children would like it better, and "it would be no difference to him." Sunday night, as the weather nymphs ordered, the wind hauled round to the northwest and everything froze hard. Monday night, things moderated and the snow began to fall steadily,-so steadily; and so Tuesday night the Metropolitan people gave up their unequal contest, all good men and angels rejoicing at their discomfiture, and only a few of the

carol, C

joyf

for th

st's na

me round himself with the sleigh, he had put in as many rugs and bear-skins as if he thought the children were to be taken new-born from their respective cradles. Great was the rejoicing as

wise, and the other children lay in miscellaneously between, like sardines when you have first opened the box I had invited Lycidas, because, besides being my best friend, he is the best fellow in the world, and so deserves the best Chris

field Street." So we dashed up to the front of Haliburton's palace, where he was keeping his first Christmas tide. And

of tende

rton and Anna run to the window and pull up the shades, and in a minute more faces at all the windows. And so the children sung through Clement's old hymn. Little did Clement think of bells and snow, as he taught it in his Sund

he trium

st, our

, "No," as soon as I could hush their shouts of "Merry Christmas"; that we had a lon

to the

to th

ildish taste perhaps than the other,-and with

the sleighing-parties as we came back into town, up Chestnut Street, through Louisburg Square; ran the sleigh into a bank on the sl

carol, C

joyf

k from the street. "Merry Christmas" again wit

na took

d his lips

er had been so kind to them, when she showed them about the German stitches. And then up the hill and over to the North End, and as far as we could get the horses up into Moon Court, that they might sing to the Italian image-man who gave Lucy the boy and dog in plaster, when she was sick in the spring. For the children

time of Chri

n

his babe

nder Mr. Gerry's chapel, where they were dressin

to the

to th

oys gave their "Literary Entertainment," Mr. Hale put in their advertisement for n

nor battl

n

ng world w

all the good wishes. So away again to the houses of confectioners who had given the children candy,-to Miss Simonds's house, because she had been so good to them in school,-to the palaces of millionnaires who had prayed for these children with tears if the children only knew it,-to Dr. F

lory, king

ong, and se

thou, heav

Christ ou

he jubilant and uncontrolled enthusiasm of the children bade them break out in the most joyous, least studied, and purely lyrical of all. O, we went to twenty places that night, I suppose! We went to the grandest places in Boston, and we went to the meanest. Everywhere th

he manger, a

owned with a treat. There was a Christmas cake cut into sixteen pieces, which they took home to dream upon; and then hoods and muffs on again, and by ten o'clock, or a little after, we had all the girls and all the little ones at their homes. Four of the big boys, our two flanker

I

y. I had not seen her since her mother died. "Indeed, Mr. Ingham, I got so used to watching then, that I cannot sleep well yet o' nights; I wish you knew some poor creature that wanted me to-night, if it were only in memory of Bethlehem." "You take a deal of trouble for the children," said Campbell, as he crushed my hand in his; "but you know they love you, and you know I would do as much for you and yours,"-which I knew was true. "What can I send to your children?" said Dalton, who was finishing sword-blade

very angels in heaven, who are not bound to the misery of using words when they have anything worth saying,-all these wishes and blessings were round me, all the purity of the still winter night, and I didn't want to lose it all by going to bed to sleep. So I put the boys all together, where they could chatter, took one more brisk turn on the two avenues, and then, passing through Charles Street, I believe I was even thinking o

her the model nurse, who had not yet appeared. But at midnight this unknown sister had not arrived, nor had either of the men returned. When I rang, Fanny had hoped I was one of them. Professional paragons, dear reader, are shy of scarlet fever. I told the poor child that it was better as it was. I wrote a line for Sam Perry to take to his aunt, Mrs. Masury, in which I simply said: "Dear mamma, I have found the poor creature who wants you to-night. Come back in this carriage." I bade him take a hack at Gates's, where they were all up waiting for the assembly to be done at

in tenebris et umbr

, and what light like the light and comfo

m, I should have dropped the boys at the corner of D

hundred dollars. I wished him a merry Christmas, and Mr. Howland, by a fine instinct, drew up the horses as I spoke. Coram shook hands; and, as it seldom happens that I have an empty carriage while he is on foot, I asked him if I might not see him home. He was glad to get in. We wrapped him up with spoils of the bear, the fox, and the bison, turned the horses' heads again,-five hours now since they started on this entangled errand of theirs,-and gave him his ride. "I was thinking of you at the moment," said Coram,-"thinking of old college times, of the mystery of language as unfolded by the Abbé Faria to Edmond Dantes in the depths of the Chateau d'If. I was wondering if you could teach me Japanese, if I asked you to a Christmas dinner." I laughed. Japan was really a novelty then, and I asked him since when he had been in correspondence with the sealed country. It seemed that their house at Shanghae had just sent across there their agents for establishing the first house in Edomo, in Japan, under the new

ng he was doing every day, "Well, I don't care how much you remember, but the boy about whom you wrote to Jack [pg 288] Percival, for whose mother's ease of mind you provided the half-hundred, is back again,-strong, straight, and well; what is more to the point, he had the whole charge of Perry's commissariat on shore at Yokohama, was honorably discharged out there, reads Japanese better than you read English; and if it will help you at all, he shall be here at your house at breakfast." For as I spoke we stopped at Coram's door. "Ingham," said Coram, "if you were not a parson, I should say y

the fire. She would have run a week without hurting a fly,-only a little puff in the street sometimes. But there we are, Ingham. We shall lose the early mail as it stands. Seventy-eight tokens to be worked now." They always talked largely of their edition at the Argus. Saw it with many eyes, perhaps; but this time, I am sure, Todd spoke true. I caught his idea at once. In younger and more muscular times, Todd and I had worked the Adams press by that fly-wheel for full five minutes at a time, as a test of strength; and in my mind's eye, I saw that he was printing his paper at this moment with relays of grinding stevedores. He said it was so. "But think of it to-night," said he. "It is Christmas eve, and not an Irishman to be hired, though one paid him ingots. Not a man can stand the grind ten minutes." I knew that very well from old experience, and I thanked him inwardly [pg 290] for not saying "the demnition grind," with Mantihni.

I

erhaps, after all, than in the liv

alm and sil

ed years an

en growing

queen of l

nd was heard of

d o'er the h

llas, Jove

rbed their a

solemn

ries

nderworkers, Milton and Herbert and all the carol-writers, Luther and Knox and all the prophets,-what a world of people had been keeping Christmas with Sam Perry and Lycidas and Harry and me; and here were Yokohama and the Japanese, the D

e calm and s

or of hau

ged his char

y revel, r

arches gle

th thoughts of

the Roman

province

solemn

urie

g

at provinc

ing home a

light befo

gh a half-sh

ath. He pass

was going

stars, his

calm and c

solemn

ries

quite too high for the room; a large sharp-pointed Spanish clasp-knife was by it, with which they had been lopping it; there were two immense baskets of white papered presents, both upset; but what frightened me most was the centre-table. Three or four handkerchiefs on it,-towels, napkins, I know not what,-all brown and red and [pg 293] almost black with blood! I turned, heart-sick, to look into the bedroom,-and I really had a sense of relief when I saw somebody. Bad enough it was, however. Lycidas, but just now so strong and well, lay pale and exhausted on the bloody bed, with the clothing removed from his right thigh and leg, while over him bent Mary and Morton. I learned afterwards that poor Lycidas, while trimming th

without looking up, "

can I do

skey,-fir

was holding the candle,-"in the cupboa

and it did. If it had not, I should have put my fist through the panels. Bottle of bedbug poison; bottle marked "bay rum"; another bottle with no mark; two bottles of Saratoga water. "Set them all on the floor, Bridget." A tall bottle of Cologne. Bottle marked in MS. What in the world is it? "Bring that candle, B

ran, and the first I heard was the rattle as she pitched down the last six stairs of the first flight headlong. Let us hope she has not

) "Yes, in one moment," I replied. Penknife blade breaks off, fork pull

tom, and carried it in to Morton as quietly as I could. He bade me give Lycidas as much as he could swallow; then showed me how to substitute my thumb for his, and compress the great artery. When he was satisfied that he could trust me, he began his work again, silently; just speaking what must be said to that brave Mary, who seemed to have three hands because he needed them. When all was secure, he glanced at the ghastly white face, with beads of perspiration on the forehead and upper lip, laid hi

ked? Would that Kelt ever come up stairs? I passed the bell-rope as I went into the dressing-room, and rang as hard as I could ring. I took the other bottle, an

t I heard Bridget's step this time. First flight, first passage; second fl

" and I showed her the bottle again. "Find one somewhere and d

Should I risk the clothes-brush again? I opened Lycidas's own d

y did I [pg 297] say "Yes"? "Fath

of shaving, made by C. WHITTAKER, SHEFFIELD. The "Sheffield" stood in black letters out from the rest like a vision.

ocket,-brown

at the "Sheffield wimble" was one of those things whose name you never heard before, which people sell yo

other, I walked in. George poured half a tumblerful down Lycidas's throat that time. Nor do I dare say how much he poured down

at short intervals, stimulants and such food as [pg 298] he could swallow easily; for I remember Morton

morning,-I to preach and he to visit his patie

r Dod* Dalton had to f

sk,-and Polly had brought it round to me,-for there had been no time for me to go from Ly

ther, Be of good courage. So the carpenter encouraged the goldsmit

duty from his [pg 299] Prisoner, and how they "All came safe to shore," because the New Life was there. But as I preached, I caught Frye's eye. Frye is always critical; and I said to myself, "Frye would not take his illustrations from eighteen hundred years ago." And I saw dear old Dod Dalton trying to keep awake, and Campbell hard asleep after trying, and Jane Masury looking round to see if her mother did not come in; and Ezra Sheppard, looking, not so much at me, as at the window beside me, as if his thoughts were t

, nor did I dare tell Campbell by what unconscious arts old Dod had been

her measuring-tape,-precious with a spot of Lycidas's blood,-and Bertha her Sheffield wimble. [pg 300] "Papa," said ol

they did not all know

ve such presents ev

ty-five days, that all people remember that they are all brothers and sisters, a

it," said Bertha, "it will be C

re; but Clara, what

in the manger, and an old man has brought a sh

ice, who is eleven, and goes to the Lincoln School, and therefore knows e

dy tried to give a straw, but the straw,

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to know How to Talk, How to Write, How to Read, How to go into Society, and How to Travel. These, with Life at School, Life in Vacation, Life Alone, Habits in Church, Life with Children, Life with your Elders, Habits of Reading, and Getting Read

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book its title, and it is related in a dignified manner, showing peculiar genius and humorous talent. The contents are, 'His Lev

Wonderful Adventures of

res of scenery and sunset, as the beautiful panorama unrolled before us from the windows of this Pullman car. The book is crisp and bright, and has a pleasa

ce of a Vocation and the

e gives them the result of his large experience and careful observation. A list of the subjects treated in this little volume will sufficiently indicate its scope: (1) The Leaders Lead; (2) The Specialti

An Every-Day No

ter he so cleverly depicts. In his hearty fellowship with young people lies his great power. The story is permeated with a spirit of glad-heartedness and elasticity which in this hurried, anxious, money-m

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BROTHERS

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r Ch

r and Pope.

ad,

, vi-

i., after

give an instance which will illustrate the importance of this profession. It is now a fe

N, January

of Oronoco. They are, of course, accredited from three several home governments. The President signified, when the first arrived, that he would receive the Chargé from that gove

of November; Don Paulo Vibeira, of the 'Friends of the People,' 5th of November; M. Antonio de Vesga, 'Constitution o

I returned the

then in full power. If, however, the policy of our government be to recognize the gentle

ining the duration of any given modern revolution. I now

the 25th of October last If you will give the above formula into the hands of any of your clerks, the calculation from it will show that that government will go out of power on the 1st of February, at 25 minutes after 1, P.M. Your choice, on the 2d, must be therefore between Vibeira and Estremadura; here you will have no difficulty. Bobádil (Vibeira's principal) was on the 13th u

ery respectfully, y

E HACK

of the 1823 Constitution. This arose from my making no allowance for difference of longitude between Piaut, where their government was established,

e, presented to the Presi

n 1836. At that time the "Great Western Mail" was due in Boston at 6 P.M.,

Arcadian habits of 1836, whe

Chris

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Annal.,

1

See Neander, P.

2

of a school-boy exercise to claim much credit, though high authorities support it as genuin

3

he invention of Dr.

of such dr

in Salaman

his magic w

ould ring i

4

alarm strikes the number of the box which first telegraphs danger, six-four, six-f

5

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l and coral reader. You have rightly guessed that the questi