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VOL. 11.
[From the New York Citizen.]
Stonewall Jackson.
He sleeps all quietly and cold
Beneath the soil that gave him birth;
Then break his battle brand in twain,
And lay it with him in the earth!
No more at midnight shall he urge
His toilsome march among the pines;
Nor hear upon the morning air
The war-shout of his charging lines.
Cold is the eye whose meteor-glearn
Flashed hope on all within its light;
And Btill the voice that, trumpet-toned,
liana; through the seried ranks of fight.
o o o
No more for him shall cannons park,
Or tents gleam white upon the plain;
And where his camp fires blazed ol yore,
Brown reapers laugh amid the grain.
No more above bis narrow bed
Shall sound the tread of marching feet,
The rifle volley, and the clash
Os sabres, when the foemen meet.
And though the winds of Autumn rave,
And \\ infer snows fall thick and deep
Above bis breast—they cannot move
The quiet of his dreamless sleep !
Vv”e may not raise a marble shaft
Above the heart that now is dust:
But Nature, like a mother fond,
Will ne’er forget her sacred trust.
Young April, o'er his lowly mound,
Shall shake the violets from her hair;
And glorious June, with fervid kiss,
Shall bid the roses blossom there.
And round about the droning bee,
With drowsy hum, shall come and go:
While West winds, all the livelong dav,
Shall murmur dirges soft and low.
The warrior’s stormy fate is o’er.
The midnight gloom hath passed away:
And, like a glory from the East,
Breaks the first light of freedom’s day!
And white-winged peace, o’er all the land,
Broods like a dove upon the neet:
"\\ liile iron \\ ar, with slaughter gorged,
At length hath laid him down to rest.
And where we won our onward yav
With fire and steel—through yonder
wood,
The blackbird whistles, and the quail
Gives answer to her timid brood.
Yet oft in dreams his fierce brigades
Shall see the form they followed far,
Still leading in the furthest van—
A landmark in the clouds of war!
And oft, when white-haired grand sires tell
Gs bloody struggles past, and <rone
1 lie children at their knee will hear
How Jackson led his columns on :
[Written for the Banner of the South.]
Reaping the Whirlwind.
BY MISS ANNIE M. BARNWELL, OF BEAUFORT.
SOUTH CAROLINA.
CHAPTER IV.
“Has the mail come in vet, Vladmar?”
asked a student of the famous ldiversity
y Gottinggen, raising his eyes from the
, av Y f°lio before him, as a fellow stu
dent entered the room.
Yot yet,” was the reply. “But why
«ire viu so particularly anxious to-night?’ ’
~ said Count Von Hutton, a
jue eyed Hungarian, eagerly. “He
I,pos so hear news from home, "political
bows oi great importance.’ 7
“Ah, to be sure!” cried Vladmar, a dark
' }' e d, noble looking young Pole. “I am
surprised he is anxious. I’ll go
./ l - ! ' and again, Austyn, for, as usual,
°'. 1 we studying and I am not.”
A thousand thanks/’ replied Theo.,
i warmly. “It will be a great kindness.”
The Pole ran off, and in half an hour
returned with the longed-for mail. A
I package of papers and letters fell to the
share of Theo., and in a moment he sprang
up, shouting:
“Just as I knew she would, God bless
her! Comrades, South Carolina has se
ceded. She has taken the first step to
wards freedom!”
“What effect will this have upon your
movements, Austyn ?” enquired his most
intimate friend, Vladmar. Will you re
main here ?”
“Not I. Do you think when my
country needs all of her sons, I could re
main here, in inglorious safety ? No! no!
I will hasten at once to fight for South
Carolina!’’
“Success attend you, man brave!' 1
cried the fourth member of the group,
a wiry little Frenchman. “Your cause
has my best wishes for its speedy and
glorious triumph.”
“And mine.” added the Hungarian,
more slowly. “I envy you, Austyn, en
tering upon a struggle for freedom, with
such bright hopes of success.”
Vladmar did not speak; and, laying
his hand upon his friend’s shoulder, Theo.
said, affectionately:
“Why are you silent, Stanislaus?
Have you no good wishes to offer me ?”
The Pole looked up, his dark eyes full
of fire.
“What say you, my friend, to having
a companion on your journey, ahd one
more comrade for the war ?” he said. I
have no home and country now for which
to fight. Why should I not adopt this
little Carolina of yours ? What say you?”
“ I say that your companionship will
be most precious to me,” replied Theo.,
warmly, as he threw his arm round his
friend’s shoulder. “But you know,
Telemachus, I am bound to act as your
Mentor; so I must utter rnv usual cau
tion to you: Think a little before you
act.”
“Well, look hero, Austyn, I have no
relative nearer than cousins, who drink
care two straws about me; and no home.
As to money, you know, thanks to my
German mother, my coffers overflow; and
so tar, my heir is a cousin for whom I
have no love, but who has two or three
nice little boys, that might as well
climb into wealth upon my dead
shoulders. I care for you far more than
for all the rest of the genus homo put
together. 1 like your South; I like
fighting; and I adore Liberty. Sage
Mentor, do my reasons hold good ? May
I go with you ?”
Theo’s soft dark eyes glistened, as he
replied:
“So be it, Stanislaus. For my sake,
your welcome will be a warm one; and
it will not take you long to make a
place for yourself in the dear hearts who
hold my friends as theirown. You can
not fight in a better cause, and, I am
sure, South Carolina will have no braver
or truer son, than this, her adopted one.”
”1 wish that I, too, could go with you,
Austyn,” said the blue-eyed Hungarian,
wistfully; “but my old Sehloss and my
little bride are waiting for me, and I
could not desert them. By the way, how
will the great hero of Charleston act ?
We Hungarians hold the name of Ingra
ham sacred, since his brave defence of
poor Martin Koszta. I knew Koszta. He
born and raised not two miles from m3’
father's Sehloss. s'’ 5 '’
“How will Commodore Ingraham act ?
Why he will follow Carolina, of course.
I know the old hero well, and he is as
true to hi? State as he proved himself
to honor, courage and firmness. I hearti
ly wish you were going with us, but I
think you are right in remaining faith
ful to the old Sehloss and the little bride. 55
1 here were a few necessary delays,
and it was not until the 18th of April
that Theo and Yladmar stood upon South
Carolina soil, and walked together through
the streets of Charleston. *"To Theo. the
change from when he was last in the old
.AIT GIT ST A, GA, OCTOBER 30, 1869.
City, seemed almost like the work of en
chantment. The once quiet, sleepy,
aristocratic place, was now wide awake,
and thronged with soldiers, hurrying al
ways in the same direction. The piazzas
and windows were filled with fair occu
pants, dressed in their gayest array, and
wearing their brightest smiles. Glad
voices were heard on every side, and in
the distance a band of martial music
was ringing out its inspiring strains.
Now a gaily dressed officer passed by on
his gallant steed ; now a knot of privates
hurried along, fully equipped, and jesting
and laughing loudly; here a group of
eager, joyous, citizens; there a band of
negroes, clad in their best garments, and
showing long rows of white teeth, in
their gleeful excitement. Everywhere,
triumph and joy, and excited expecta*
tation; everywhere, the varied and hand
some uniform, then fresh and new, of the
different volunteer companies; and, of
course, everywhere, the inevitable mot
ley herd of little Negroes, which forms
forms a part of all Southern crowds.
They had not proceeded far ere Theo’s
welcome home commenced. Friends
and acquaintances met him at every
step, and their warm greetings proved
him no ordinary favorite. Those extend
ed to Vladmar were hardly less friendly,
as to each Theo. gave the same introduc
tion—“My friend, Count Vladmar, a
Polo, who has come to fight with us.”
Their route to Mr. Norman Carroll’s
house, on East Bay, would have been a
most tardy one, had not everybody been
in such desperate haste; as it was, how
ever, they soon found themselves before
the large four-storied stone mansion,
which had been in the Carroll family
since the Revolution. The balcony was
crowded with ladies, children, and elder
ly gentlemen, all looking eagerly in the
direction opposite to that from which
the travellers approached. As they
reached the foot of the broad steps, a
woman’s sadden cry of joy announced
they they were seen, and Theo. recog
nized. In another moment, they were
the centre of a noisy, joyous group,
pouring forth exclamations, questions,
and news, regardless of the fact that two
or three were always speaking together.
To Vladmar it was literally a confusion
of tongues! He spoke English re
markably well for a foreigner, but to
distinguish sentences, amid this Babel
of sounds, was far beyond his skill. He
was greatly relieved, therefore, when
Gorty took possession of him, and pro
ceeded to be, what she always was, charm
ing.
The nearer approach of the music
produced a lull in the excited chatter,
and they crowded to the banisters to see
the military procession, which was now
visible in the distance. And, here, I
must explain to my readers the state of
affairs which Theo. had gathered from
the confusion of tongues, and Vladmar
heard in Gorty's siren tones.
I need scarcely say that Fort Sumter
had surrendered on Saturday, April
12th, and that Colonel Anderson had,
with his troops, sailed out of Charleston
harbor on Monday, the 141 b. This was,
as I have said, the lSth, and the rejoicing
triumphant City was gathered to view the
grand military procession, with General
Beauregard and Governor Pickens at its
head, which was to march through the
principal streets.
“See! S.ee!” cried Gerty’s eager voice/
“Here they come, Theo! Look, Count
Vladmar, that grand looking warrior at
their head is our Beauregard, Charles
ton’s dauntless, victorious hero. Don’t
you think he looks like Marshal Ney,
Theo, or perhaps the great Conde ? And
there is Governor Pickens. You won’t
like him, Count, because of his associa
tion with Russia. He is not very hand
some, but, oh ! his young wife is lovely.
See, Theo.; look among the General's
volunteer Aids. There is father, the dear
love. Is he not noble looking ? so tall,
and such a line horseman! See! he still
rides Warwick. That white-haired old
hero is Edmund Ruffin, of Virginia,
who fired the first gun on Friday. Look
Count, that officer next him is Gen
eral Beauregard’s special Aid, Colonel
Wigfall, who carried the flag of truce to
Sumter, through a storm of balls, and
made that famous speech in the Senate
at W ashington; we sent it to you, Theo.
There is Uncle Stuart, to the left, with
the Governor’s suite. Isn’t lie jolly-look
ing, Theo, and and not a bit changed,
eb ? Oh ! here come the troops, with
all our boys in their ranks. Look,
Theo., see yonder, just at the corner, that
is the flag of the Palmetto Guards. They
manned the Iron Battery at Cumming’s
Point, and were the first troops to enter
the Fort. Was not that an honor ? They
are the finest company in Charleston.
That tall, splendid-looking, fair-haired
man is their Captain, and his men just
idolize him. His name is Captain George
Cuthbert, and he is from Beaufort. Car
roll and Watt think him a second Prince
Rupert. Oh, Tueo! look! look! There,
child, just behind Captain Cuthbert, to
the right, of the first rank. Who do you
see ?
“Carroll!” shouted quiet Theo., with
the tone of a school-boy ; “Carroll!
How well he looks in his uniform. See.
Stanislaus, that blue-eyed, bright-haired
young giant, to the extreme right, of
the fir*t Hue, is my brother Carroll, of
whom you have heard me speak so
much. And, Gerty, there is Watt, a lit
tle behind him. I never could miss his
sharp phiz anywhere.”
“Yes, there he is. Os course he and
Carroll still hunt in couples. Oh! Theo.
Carroll has just seen you. Look! Look!”
It was a sight well worth looking at,
the tail, graceful youth, iu his bright uni
form, his noble, hanesome young face up
lifted, and glowing with the joy of that
sudden recognition. Nature’s sunlight
danced on his bright, curling hair, and
Love’s still more radiant sunlight flashed
and sparkled in the large, blue eyes, and
flushed the smooth, boyish cheek, lb*
was too good a soldier to speak his wel
some by shout or sign, but that face
gave a loving greeting more eloquent
than words.
There were many other faces to be re
cognized, or pointed out that morning.
Chestnut, our honored Senator, Ex-Gov
ernor Manning, Colonels Pettigrew aud
DeSaussure, who commanded the troops
participating in this, the first battle of
the war, Major P. F. Stevens, with his
cadets, who fought at the Iron Battery,
and had fired the first hostile gun, into
the Star of the West, and the Hon. R.
Barnwell Rhett, the Apostle of Seces
sion, whose name is linked with the first
dawn of South Carolina’s brave struggle
n T m on
ior Liberty. And there were man}’ others,
of lesser interest to the world, but whose
familiar faces caused Theo’s heart to
bound with joy. It was, indeed, a glo
rious “coming home.”
The parade over, the young men of
the Carroll family found little difficulty
in obtaining a few hours leave of absence
to see Theo. Both families were fixed,
lor tha Summer, in the old house, an ar
rangement they had made upon Ger
trude’s departure; Mr. Norman Carroll
wishing that Gerty and Alice should be
under the care of their Aunt May, while
in the City. It was a large and happy
party, that met in the old house that day,
and after dinner the\ r lingered around
the table, en joying a merry talk over the
wine, nuts and fruit. Yladmar was the
only stranger present, and they adopted
him freely iuto the family circle, as Theo’s
friend. Os course, the talk was all of
the battle, arid every detail of it was
eagerly fought over, fur the traveler’s
benefit, by the young soldiers who kad
taken part in it from various stations. In
answer to some story of Carroll’s, Theo.,
who sat beside him, said:
“So, Carroll, you found figthing a rather
"raver affair than you used to imagine
it, eh?”
“Well, yes,” answered Carroll; ‘ the
whizzing of a ball, passing near jour
head, is not exactly musical, I must con
fess. But, I tell you what, Theo, it has
its droll side, too. I never had suth a
good laugh in my life, as while we were
in the burning fort that night.”
“Oh, tell Theo about, Carroll,” cried
Gerty. “It must have been such fun.”
“Well,” said Carroll; “you must know
Theo, that when the Guards marched
into the fort we were were informed
there were thirty thousand pounds of
powder iu the magazine, which, consid
ering the fort was blazing away finely,
gave us rather a curious sensation. Watt,
Dick Willis, mj 7 self, and two or three
more fellows, were standing together,
when Captain Cuthbert came up and told
us about it, saying:
“ ‘Now, mind, boys; be careful what
you are at, or you’ll find yourselves all
blown to the devil, with short notice. This
working in a fire, over thirty 7 thousand
pounds of powder, is rather a serious
business.’ ”
•‘Now our captain, you know, cant
spell the word fear, so when he tells us
to be careful, we are pretty sure the dan
ger is mighty close. Watt turns to me
and says:
“ ‘Look here, Carroll, I don’t much
like this. If we are blown up —Lord,
here it comes!’ ”
“We beard a long, loud whisk , and I
tell you what, there was a scatter. I
took half a dozen steps forward, when,
suddenly, Watt, Dick, and two other
fellows right in front of me, disappeared
with a yell. I stopped uncertain in what
directiou to run, when just behind me a
gun went off, with a report which seem
ed to me the loudest ever made by a gun
before. I looked round desperately, and
there was old Edmund Ruffin, halfway
up a ladder, bis bat off, and his long
grey hair blowing back from about the
most bewildered and wildest looking lace
I ever saw. It turned out, that it was
•his gun which had goue off in the confu
sion, and scared him, and all of us, half
to death.”
“Well, what was the original noise,
and where had Watt disappeard to?’ 7
queried Theo.
“Oh, the noise was caused by an en
gine they had brought down to put c*ut
fire; and Watt had taken an unpremedi
tated and rather involuntary journey
down an empty well, the Yanks had
commenced digging.’ 7
“Tell us your sensations on the occa
sion, Watt ?” laughed Theo. “No doubt
they were pretty original.”
“Well,” answered Watt, in his quiet,
lazy voice; “to tell the truth, I was not
a little scared. When I heard the noise
of c mrse I thought it was all up with
the magazine; and I ran ahead, deter
mined to keep moving on terra firma,
until I was forcibly projected sky
ward. Judge of my horror, on finding
myself suddenly going downwards.
“Heavens,” I thought, “are my sins so
uncommonly heavy that th rty thousand
pounds of powder can 7 i blow mo even a
few feet upwards before 1 begin this hor
rible descent! 7 It was quite an unex
pected joy to find myself stopped by dirt
instead of hot brimstone ; though the
joy might be said to have been sligktlj
smothered by finding my carcase at the
bottom of a heap of other carcases. 1
was wondi ring if we were being car led
down in anew kind of bag, and when
and where it would be emptied, when 1
heard Dick YV illfs saj', m bis solemn
voice:
“‘ls anybody killed beside myself?
If so, for mercy’s sake sing out.’ ”
“I lost no time in obliging him, by
bestowing a few hearty maledictions upon
bis huge, fat body, which was right on
top of me. I tell you what, Theo, 1
never was so thankful in my life, as when
I got that fellow off me. I just walked
up to him and said:
“If ever you follow right behind me
ao-ain when you see me reeling from
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