The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 85, November, 1864

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Various. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 85, November, 1864

LEAVES FROM AN OFFICER'S JOURNAL

I

RICHES

THE VENGEANCE OF DOMINIC DE GOURGUES

LINA

CHARLES LAMB'S UNCOLLECTED WRITINGS

FOURTH PAPER

CAPTAIN STARKEY

THE ASS

IN RE SQUIRRELS

THE LAST PEACH

TO P. G. PATMORE

TO A FARMER AND HIS WIFE

TO WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT

ON HIS SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY

HOUSE AND HOME PAPERS

BY CHRISTOPHER CROWFIELD

X

OUR HOUSE

THE NEW SCHOOL OF BIOGRAPHY

THE LAST RALLY

FINANCES OF THE REVOLUTION

THROUGH-TICKETS TO SAN FRANCISCO: A PROPHECY

SEA-HOURS WITH A DYSPEPTIC

BY HIS SATELLITE

I.—PRELUSIVE

II.—THE BURDEN OF THE SONG

III.—RECITATIVE

IV.—HARMONICS

V.—NOCTURNE

VI.—THE PEPTIC SYMPHONY

VII.—MATINS

VIII.—JENTACULAR

IX.—FINALE (con motivo.)

THE TWENTIETH PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES

RECENT AMERICAN PUBLICATIONS

RECEIVED BY THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY

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[I wish to record, as truthfully as I may, the beginnings of a momentous experiment, which, by proving the aptitude of the freed slaves for military drill and discipline, their ardent loyalty, their courage under fire, and their self-control in success, contributed somewhat towards solving the problem of the war, and towards remoulding the destinies of two races on this continent.

During a civil war events succeed each other so rapidly that these earlier incidents are long since overshadowed. The colored soldiery are now numbered no longer by hundreds, but by tens of thousands. Yet there was a period when the whole enterprise seemed the most daring of innovations, and during those months the demeanor of this particular regiment, the First South Carolina, was watched with microscopic scrutiny by friends and foes. Its officers had reason to know this, since the slightest camp-incidents sometimes came back to them, magnified and distorted, in anxious letters of inquiry from remote parts of the Union. It was no pleasant thing to live in this glare of criticism; but it guarantied the honesty of any success, while fearfully multiplying the penalties, had there been a failure. A single mutiny, a single rout, a stampede of desertions,—and there perhaps might not have been, within this century, another systematic effort to arm the negro.

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"'Yes, Madame,' she said, with all her usual composure, 'and to a man I love with my whole soul, with my whole life. The future may seem dim, but I have little fear when I remember I am Arthur's wife, and that his love will be strong to help me whenever I relieve him of the promise I have obliged him to make not to reveal our marriage. Frank will be three-and-twenty in one year and a half from now; till then, he cannot, without great difficulty, harm my father, and by that time I trust his fancy for me will have passed away, and he will be willing to treat with my father about his property without personal feeling to aggravate his sense of the wrong that has been done him. He is in the East now with Colonel Lucas, his other guardian, who has not been without his suspicions of Frank's liking for me, and is not at all unwilling, I think, to keep him out of the way for a while.'

"'Does no one know of this, Lina?' I asked, 'no one suspect it?'

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