The Sun. — London, England, 1866-12-29 00:00:00

Naval and Military Intelligence. Her Majesty's iron-clad ship Northumberland, 26 guns, 6,621 tons, 1,350-horse (nominal), which arrived in the Medway on Tuesday from the Vic toria Docks, has been inspected by Vice-Admiral Sir Baldwin W. Walker, K.C.8., Commander-in- Chief at the Nore, at her moorings in the harbour, where she will remain until the officials at Devon port yard are ready to receive her. There is com paratively little to be done in the way of completing her for the pennant, and an expenditure of £5,000 will render her complete to proceed to sea. During the run round from the Thames her engines, which were in charge of Mr. Anderson, representing Messrs. Penn and Sons, the makers, worked with remarkable regularity and smoothness. The new machinery for mounting and dismounting heavy guns is to be tested on board the Northumberland. The screw gun vessel Myrmidon, 4 guns, 695 tons, 200-horse power, building at Chatham, i s to be ready for launching in the month of March. She is one of the Eclipse and Racehorse class of vessels, for which there is now little demand in the navy, although ships of this kind might be made exceed ingly effective if given an additional length of about 50ft., with a slightly increased breadth of beam and improved midship section, to allow their carrying engines of a comparatively high power and admit of their steaming 14 knots an hour. The engines for the Myrmidon, by Messrs. Humphreys, Tennant, and Co., have been completed for some time. The iron schooner Admiral Collingwood, belong ing to a private firm at Rochester, has been repaired by the Admiralty, in Chatham dockyard, at a cost of between £4OO and £5OO, to make good the inju ries she recently sustained from running foul of one of the Government moorings in the harbour. The following appointments were made yesterday at the Admiralty :---Commander H. J. Challis, to be Inspecting Commander of Coastguard ; and Edward Thompson, nominated navel cadet. Railway and other Companies. GRAND TRUNK OF CANADA. A. special general meeting of this company was held yesterday at the London Tavern, for the pur pose of accepting an Act of the Canadian Parlia liament to legalise and confirm an agreement made between the Grand Trunk of Canada and the Buf falo and Lake Huron Railway Companies—Mr. E. W. Watkin, M.P., in the chair. Mr. J. M. Grant, the secretary, having read the notice convening the meeting, the report, an ab stract of which has appeared in The Sun, was taken as read. The CHAIRMAN, in moving a formal resolution accepting the act above referred to, stated that the bondholders and shareholders had it now in their power to accept or reject the act. The whole matter had been laid before the proprietors from time to time, and the agreement made with the Buffalo and Lake Huron Company in July, 1864, bad been sanctioned at a general meeting of the company. The Act to legalize it was passed last session by the Canadian Parliament, and they had now to consi der the propriety of accepting it. He explained how useful the possession of the Buffalo line had been to them in the competition with the American lines for through traffic, which had been carried on for several months. In September last a meet ing of five companies, having all rail routes in the United States, was held at New York, to which a representative from the Grand Trunk Company was invited, with a view to their joining with the American lines in a combination for carrying the East and West traffic at higher rates. The Grand Trunk was to be admitted into the combination on giving up their agencies for through tickets and freight, but they declined the offer, feeling that the Grand Trunk line should be made a popular route, and thus induce all the traffic they could over it. That policy had been successful, and they had avoided the trap set for them. In five weeks after the American combination had been formed the Baltimore and Ohio Company withdrew from it. The Grand Trunk were threatened with having their traffic stopped at all points, but they held their ground against all opposition. By a despatch they had received that morning from Mr. Brydges it ap peared that the American companies had offered to interchange traffic as before, and to put back the fares at Buffalo and Detroit to what they were prior to the competition, and to give the Grand Trunk Company the usual facilities ; and thus bring that formidable affair to a close. To show the advantage of the policy adopted in this matter, and the neces sity of the company retaining absolute power over the Grand Trunk Railway, he mentioned that it was the only company in the competition that had shown an increase of traffic, all the other companies having shown a decrease. The traffic on the Grand Trunk Railway during the period of competition of Canada, working with those companies, showed a decrease of £56,580, theMichiganCentral a decrease of £38,200, the Michigan Southern a decrease of £20,000, the Illinois Central a decrease of £137,000, the Chicago and Alton £45,000, and the Erie a decrease of £51,000 as compared with the corresponding period. This showed also that the directors and officers of the Grand Trunk had protected the interests of the com pany. The local traffic was also promoted as much as possible by the company. They had stated in the repor t that £12,254 had been apparently lost by working under the agreement with the Buffalo and Lake Huron Company ; but there were figures on the other side ; the interchange of traffic between the two lines amounted to $2,000,000. The Grand Trunk exchanged with the Buffalo $1,200,000, and the Buffalo $BOO,OOO with the Grand Trunk, which was equivalent to about £130,000, and at the lowest estimate gave them £32,500 of net traffic. The ..whole matter had been carefully gone into by Mr. Brydges, the general manager, and Mr. Hickson, the accountant, and the result of their inquiry was that it was beneficial to both companies to continue the agreement, remarking that the full advantage of the agreement could not be obtained until the bridge at Buffalo was constructed. He then read extracts from the report of Messrs. Brydges and Hickson on the advantages of posseseing the Buffalo line, which secured traffic over the Grand Trunk line from Stratford to Toronto and Mon treal, which they would not otherwise obtain. It expressed an opinion that, whatever might be the present legislation of America, sooner or later a wiser and more enlightened view would be adopted, which would result favourably to the Grand Trunk undertaking. Mr. PorrEß seconded the motion. Mr. HARTRIDGE thought the Board would do well to consider what means could be adopted to bring the Grand Trunk into friendly relations with the Great Western of Canada. He believed there should be harmonious working between the three companies. Mr. ADAMS thought it was now too late to offer opposition to the arrangement. He estimated the loss by theßuffalo in the past half year at £13,000. lie believed the combination of the American com 'Allies was to get good dividends for shareholders, and that was th e fi rst d uty of directors, but the Grand Trunk had defeated that laudable effort by lowering the fares. Mr. CONYBEARE thought the Great Western of Canada were much better off than the Grand Trunk —they could pay their debts in cash and give good dividends to their ordinary shareholders. NEWMARCH contended that the directors: had endeavoured to carry out the views of the late Com mittee of Investigation, and had been so far success ful. It was not their fault that the Great Western of Canada kept aloof from them, and did not work in harmony with the Buffalo and Grand Trunk Companies. The Board was ready and willin g to come to friendly terms with the Great Western when they pleased. It was absurd to suppose that the Buffalo had any preference over the various stocks of the Grand Trunk. The fact was the net traffic on that line belonged to the Buffalo Com pany, and was merely the proportion they were en titled to from the working of their own line, and the arrangement was found to be mutually beneficial. After some observations by Dr. Johnson, Mr. Wilde, Mr. Isherwood, and other shareholders, the resolution accepting the act was carried unani mously, and a vote of confidence in the chairman and directors concluded the proceedings. Ebro The Great Atlantic Yacht Race. (FROM A SPECIAL COMMISSIONER.) COWES, Thursday. The stormy days and nights of December are not, nor cannot be believed to be the most propitious even for a voyage on the Lake of Como. There aro historical records of memorable voyages in propitious seasons, of vessels which are but cockle-shells in comparison with the mighty Leviathan, who proudly plow the deep and recklessly tosses the foaming waves from their sharp-cutting bows. Cleopatra, with her golden painted barge and silver armed oarsmen fascinated the eyes of an Anthony, and is a tender and touching episode immortalised by Eng land's bard. Marco Polo, sailing on his reputed voyage and almost touching the Pillars of Hercules, is ever a favourite topic with explorers. Columbus leav ing Spain under the halo of Ferdinand and Isa bella's throne-like influence, and following the track of the drifting sea weed till he touched American shores ; Sebastian Cabot, sailing without reckoning or chart, and simply governed by con jecture; Americus Vespucius and Sebastian Cabot, alike adventurous navigators, taught the world the example of resolution, cool hercism, and daunt less spirit ; Franklin setting forth, with mighty purpose and national patriotism, to find a way for his country's winged fleet to bring her Indian glories to the mother home, are all recorded in story, book, and song. England for centuries has been the cradle from which has sprung the dauntless and the daring heroes of a thousand battles, a thousand explo rations on countless seas, and a history that can only die from the memories of mankind when the pen of the historian has ceased to indite, the sculptor has ceased to make glowing with beauty the icy marble, or the painter has lost his cunning on the tell-tale canvas. America is her offspring. Her people are the giants of the age. They possess the elements of a progressive strength. Art has sought for her uni versal temple the humble boy that could consecrate the matchless beauty of women in marble, and chisel it by the hand of a Powers in the sacred classic ground of the Eternal City—Rome ! His tory, in the present, claims among her contributors the calm-thinking power of many a mind that adds lustre and honour to the age. Poetry, amid this restless and ever-moving people, still listens to the deathless songs of the inspired by nature. War crushing in its awful blows, and echoing its agony through every silent valley called at her trumpet tones a nation stalwart and strong to meet in the death-grapple for supremacy. Europe, startled and amazed, watched from her shores the wondrous drama. But if the marvellous power and resources of America astonished her during the dark and gloomy days of her conflict, how much more must she have astonished Europe by her sub sidence from the panoply of Xerxes to the peaceful occupation of a Cincinnatus. The example of Wash ington, who, after winning his country's liberty, quietly betook himself to his homestead on the banks of the Potomac, seems to have been followed by the heroes of the late strife. Now America challenges the admiration of the world in a new conflict. Even while the rattle of Sadowa and Custoza's rifles echoed the tocsin of many a kingdom's knell, America was inaugurating the age of Peace. Napo leon, with one ironclad arm, is striking in the dark labyrinths of Mexico for a myth of power, while with the other and more dextile he seeks to win auriferous wealth to the coffers of la belle France. England—irresolute, troubled, and vacillat ing, is strengthening her back-bone, and contemplat ing the picture which Macaulay drew of the New Zealander on London-bridge. America, strong in the record of her successes, satisfied with her exhibition of strength, now seeks the prizes of peace on land and ocean. When the summer winds blew tenderly, and soft zephyrs were supposed to ripple the august surface of Atlantic's bosom, a tiny boat came drifting by breeze, and squall, and tide to the chalky cliffs of Britain's coasts. So wee and bonny a thing was she, so light and buoyant did she dance over the awful waves of the storm-rocked deep, that the sceptical closed their eyes, and, with most porten tous shake of the head, declared " it was a Yankee dodge." Confirmation, more strong than even lago whispered in the ears of Othello, made the story true, and " The Little Wonder," tiny craft as she was, became a substantial fact. But oh ! how in credulous is John Bull ; when the first whisper of the last race came ticking its rumour beneath the sea, how many doubts arose. How ready, how really jealous, were the press of England. Sentiments, alike ungenerous and unworthy of a great rival in maritime power, appeared from day to day. It was a Yankee money-making speculation ; the owners wanted to sell their yachts to Englishmen ; they were to be sailed by hired captains—the owners did not dare to cross with them. These and a hundred other unkind things were insinuated and written in forc ible language. But the blood that flowed in the veins of men who manned the ships of a Farragut, when they steamed by the death shot of a well prepared citadel and post, the blood that was im pelled through the veins of men whose comrades have fought either North or South, at Shiloh, Murfrees borough, Antietam, Fredericksburg, Chancellors vine, Gettysburg, and battles so numerous that even a Special Correspondent cannot record them—why these resolution men to have and possess the same heroism, indo mitable courage, st ea df as t p ur p ose , an d earnes t in Battle. win for the cause of Peace they had And perhaps the writer of this article may be pardoned for this indulgence of hyperbole, this almost extravaganza of American feeling. But puts it t o th e E ng li s h P ress i f, when honestly he relates the following, they will not share in all his somewhat rhapsodies. In every profession we feel a pride in our o wn c l ass w i nn i ng . John Bright has thedescriptio n to scr Cowes.iption of that voy age so in person t o ld me he always re spects the representative of a.cla.ss. Mr. Editor, When I arrived your h by ere,a n ordersd found I came admirably done, m y humble pen Was powerless. But could I forget that the commandef who had won was the son of a gentleman whom I had re presented at Farnsborough—could I forget that, although I • had fought on many a battle-field, I found a gentleman who was my companion on the Prince of Wales' Tour through America ? Could I forget that Woods of the Times, House of the Tribune, Andrews of the Illustrated News, Fiske of the New York Herald, Rawlings of Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper, and Howard of the New York Times, had been for four long months together. Could I, when I saw my old friend Fiske, who had bravely shared the voyage, when I saw him with an old friend, Colonel Sander son, whom we had fought with in many a battle-field and shared many a stormy hour with, and bivouacked with, another Col. Anderson —could any man help feeling proud of his oc cupation ? Who is the winner ? I had written for you on board the Henrietta all the log. I had prepared for you the history of this long voyage ; but when I read the Times, with its inimitable account, my pen failed to do its office. I knew full well the hand that had written it, and how feeble my descriptive power would appear by the side of that which, as an humble correspondent, I pronounce unsurpassed since the days when Woods wrote for the Times the voyage of the Agamemnon. Yet lam quietly told at 111 p.m. this night, while listening to speeches and writing with a rapidity which it would have been well for the King of Hanover to have possessed before he moved his troops upon the Austrian and Prussian board, I am told to write something. Now, if your readers complain that I have not written the voyage of the Henrietta, the Vesta, and the Fleetwing, you must remember the subject has been exhausted in the London daily Papers. James Gor don Bennett, jun crossed the Atlantic in the desolate days of December in the Henrietta. She was commanded by Captain Samuels, who for merly commanded the Dreadnought. The reason why we particularise the name of James Gordon Bennett, jun., is simply this : he s Lied in his own yacht. Mr. Bennett is now the manager of the organ of the American people. Though youthful, and having every element of luxury at his command, THE SUN, 1.46N1J0N, SATURDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 29, 1866. he was one of the first to offer his beautiful yacht to the United States Government as a war vessel, and was appointed and commissioned a lieutenant in the navy. The New York Herald, under the inspiration of Mr. Bennett, has ever advocated a sea voyage as the surest test of the sea-qualities of the various yachts who have competed for distinc tion in the various Regattas. Several of his oppo nents, and too many out of jealousy, have been unwilling to accord him that credit to which he is entitled. Sufficient that on his own Yacht, in this month, when the barometer is most uncertain, when old Boreas breathes no 2Eolian murmurs or whispers, when the clouds lower and grow heavy and dark, when the waves beat madly one against the other, when they overleap and crash in a white foamed death-struggle for each toppling turn, when the sun is cold with the chilly breath of the North, and when the wide Atlantic offers no half-way house, gallantly, bravely, and heroically across that tossing sea, when he and his captain and gallant crew and his noble vessel sped onward, and while all England was in the communion of family love, while those who had been severed through the dreary months of a long year were enjoying them selves beneath the pearl-crowned mistletoe, and when the holly decorated the walls with its coral beads. This brave young New Yorker, the repre sentative of the American press, after a splendid struggle with his worthy compeers the Vesta and the Fleetwing, safely anchored his vessel not far from where England's Queen holds Court, and if every English heart beats honest, then we all may say, God bless this brave young nation. _ _ A. R. P.S.—The details of the voyage of the different yachts having been so fully and ably reported, your Commissioner find nothing else to amuse his pen till next week. A. R. YACHT HENRIETTA, Friday, 10 a.m. ___ _ . . The dinner last night was a complete success. The enthusiasm at the mere mention of our Ame rican representatives was received with unbounded applause. We believe that the Queen will receive the officers and gentlemen representing the New York Yacht Club early this afternoon. The hospitality extended is unbounded, and the difficulty and deli cacy is what to accept amid the universal hospita lity that meets us from every portion of this com munity. Mr. Bennett intends to Challenge Europe for £20,000, to be deposited at Baring, Brothers, London. ___ __ The HENRIETTA sails on Monday, and, according to general arrangements, the FLEETWING and VESTA Will jointly sail for Cherbourg. To-morrow night the grand dinner takes place, when I will send you a full report for next week. We have re ceived a telegram from London that a dinner will bo offered to us in the metropolis. Be assured Americans appreciate this courtesy. The Story of John Brown and His Death. BY MAJOR A. R. I Dave often wondered since I have been sojourn ng in England how many of all those who listen to the air and sing the words of " John Brown " have any idea of the individual to whom it refers. It is popular in the theatre and the concert-hall, you will hear it at Brighton and Scarborough, at Wiesbaden and Boulogne. Military bands in Prussia and Austria, in Saxony and Bavaria, have alike added it to their repertoire. Far off in India, in China, and Japan that pathetic tune has become as familiar as household words, the very itinerant organ-grinders have taught it to the masses, so that every little child that can whistle or sing a note must needs give vent to their musical inspiration by singing— " John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave." I have heard it sung with a terribly earnest mean ing by thousands of Northern soldiers as they marched to the battle-field. Confederates and Federals alike adopted the air, but to entirely dis similar words. Around the camp fire at night, in the death-destroying trenches, and in the flush of victory, that air could be either made grave or gay, solemn or joyous, song or hymn. Whether Jeff Davis or poor Lincoln was to be hung " on a sour apple tree " time alone could determine, but that millions gave expression to their wishes by adapt ing the air of John Brown there can be no doubt. I remember once, just before the Northern or Union army moved on Manassas, being in Washington preparing to depart for the front as soon as orders were given for a forward movement. Troops were pouring in by thousands, infantry, cavalry, and artillery filled Pennsylvania Avenue (that broad avenue that sweeps between the marble capitol and the White House). All night and all day the long baggage trains went rumbling on as though there were no end. One morning it rained a miniature deluge ; the liquid mud was something wonderful, it was an unbroken sea, and yet around this river and through this mud, ancle deep, a Massachusetts regiment of volunteers, who had just arrived, marched along as steadily as Grenadiers, and though they were going to face death's dark valley, " from whence no traveller returns," from a thousand voices, loud, solemn, and grand, rose the chorus of John Brown, while the band lent effect to the whole ; and now as I walk along the streets, the alleys and bye-lanes, and hear this chorus, I wonder how many can tell me who John Brown was, whether those many singers can tell me the history of the man, the eventful life he led, or call to mind the tragic termination of his career, and the terrible results which eventually ensued in consequence of his exe cution. lam not going to write an extended biography, neither do I desire to give the history of this man's whole life, but his last days and death will and must ever be of interest, as they were the beginning of that mighty war, which for four long years shook the American Continent to its centre. The remem brance of that insurrection, of John Brown's de fence and capture, his trial and death, are as vividly depicted on my mind as though I were now, as I was then, an eye-witness, and I have thought an account of his last days might prove of interest to those who sing the song of "John Brown." I was a Special Correspondent, and, though blessed with all those comforts which should lead one to seek home and ease, yet from early youth the love of novelty and excitement were so strong that I thought nothing of travelling two or three thousand miles for a sensation, and my position necessarily required me to be ready to start anywhere where there might be food for the newspaper. I was ever on the move--to-day at a political convention at Charleston, the next at a grand fair at the West ; they down South to the races in New Orleans, per haps in another week among the manufactories of the East, where there was a universal strike ; then off again on a pleasant trip, celebrating the opening of some railway in the West ; then back to New York, to accompany the Japanese or the Prince of Wales on an extended tour. Such is the life of a summer trip ac r o s s th e L a k es, Special C m o os rr t e e s p n j o o n y d a e b n i t e . I remember I had just returned f rom a th ree ara, through the C anadas and the various b w l nN e t r ih i a n sg' g places, and was engaged in the American occupation of loafing in the hotel at which I so journed. One evening every one was thrown into a state of wondrous excitement by the newsboys. " Here's the 'xtra Ilerabl—got the great 'surrection at Harper's Ferreee!" Thus they shouted. H av i ng purchased a paper it took but a few seconds to per ceive the gist of the news. There was an insurrec tion at Harper's Ferry, on the borders of Virginia, and blood had been shed. It was headed by a man named John Brown, and his declared intention was to set all the negroes free. I comprehended the full danger such a movement threatened to the South ; but, of course, with the vague information at hand, it was impossible to tell how extensive or formidable it was. The mere fact of their having seized the Armoury looked ominous enough. With out much preparation I started off by the night train for Washington. In passing through Balti more early in the morning I perceived soldiers were hurrying through the streets, and, while changing cars, I managed to secure a morning paper, which gave more full particulars. It appeared those en gaged in the plot at present were few in number ; that in the evening, when the smiths had vacated the Armoury, they had rushed through the gate, seized the master armourer and one or two assist ants, locked them up as prisoners, leaving one man to guard them ; they then sallied down the railroad which passed by the place, stopped the train by signals, and ordered it back, firing a pistol ball at the engine-driver to let him know they were in earnest. Continuing their proceedings they next visited the residence of Col. John A. Washington, a short distance off, awoke him, and then made him a prisoner. John Brown took the pistols which Frederick the Great had given to General George Washington, and which had descended to Colonel Washington, his grand-nephew ; these he strapped round his waist, evidently believing he had a good omen in their possession. Such was the account I read while journeying on to Washington. Arrived there I found the Government were alarmed, while the Southerners were boiling over with fear, indig nation, and at the same time threatening venge ance. The reports were so varied and exagge rated it was impossible to know whether there was an army, or only a few crazy fools engaged in it. Statements of the wildest character flew from mouth to mouth. The Governor of Virginia had called out all the militia, and also the volunteers, ordering them to hasten to the scene of action, in order to prevent the spread of a revolt which was taking hold of the negroes, and might result in such a con flagration of passion and madness as would shock the world. I obtained strong letters from the proper parties to those whom it was supposed would be in com mand when I proceeded to the field of action, and, having proved myself conservative, was permitted to start on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, which by this time had been taken possession of by the military. Up to this period of my life I had never smelt gunpowder as connected with bullets, the agents of death. I had played soldier on a small scale, but as to seeing human beings quietly popped at as targets that was as yet a novelty. On our journey we stopped at various villages and towns, and from each we received additions of armed men, all of whom were " spothing for a fight," " bound to kill something or somebody." My companions were decidedly sanguinary, and curses loud and deep were uttered against everything that emanated from the North. This was the beginning of the end ! At last we arrived within a quarter of a mile of the scene of operations ; and here I must request the reader to allow me to diverge for a short time while I relate a few of the antecedents of John Brown. Some few years previous numerous conflicts occurred between the partisans of the North and South, when settling the question of the introduction or non introduction of slavery into the new territory of Kansas in the West. Among the early settlers from the East or Yankee States were John Brown and his sons. He was imbued with the principles of Abolitionism, and was determined, if possible, that slavery should not be introduced into the territory. He took an active and leading part in support of his views, and the result was terrible scenes were enacted, the midnight assassin and the torch of the incendiary filled the land with mourning. They were shot dead at their doors, they were found dead by the roadside and in the field ; every day some new tale of horror added itself to the already ex tended catalogue. At last they had a miniature battle at a place called Ossawotamie, and here John Brown lost two of his sons. It is said he was victorious over the Southern partisans, and as a result he was named Ossawotamie Brown. The loss of his sons seems to have made an indelible impres sion on his mind, and, it is supposed, even affected his brain. Brooding over his supposed wrongs, he determined ou revenge when the opportunity offered, and believing the surest means of obtaining it would be to raise an insurrection among the slaves against their masters, he immediately formed his plans. Having communicated his views to a few confede rates, named Stevens, Cook, and Coppie, as well as having obtained the co-operation of two very clever free negroes, he started at once for Virginia. Here, close to Harper's Ferry, which nestled itself beneath the heights of Maryland and the hills of Virginia, and not far from the banks of the Potomac and Shenandoah River, he engaged a house and small farm, and busily set to work. At the time of the insurrection he had already manufactured 3,000 pikes, besides having guns, ammunition, &c. He had drawn up a constitution for the Southern Re public, and had proclamations innumerable ready to issue. So convinced was he of the success which would attend the mere announcement of his pro gramme that he made no preparations to retreat in case of failure. Eleven men actually filled the whole South with alarm, and cost the State of Vir ginia £50,000. And now I will continue my narra- tive.. John Brown seems to have wasted the most precious moments of his time. Whether he ex pected large bodies of men would come to his assist ance will never be known ; an examination of his papers showed no such intention, and yet it seems impossible that he could ever have launched into such an enterprise without some expectation of the kind. His seizure of Harper's Ferry, with all the Government arms, would certainly seem as if he had chosen that spot as most useful, seeing that he could arm all those who flocked to his banners. Those who could clear up these surmises are beyond recall—they paid the penalty of their temerity on the gallows. The time which had been wasted by John Brow and his companions had been of sufficient duration to alarm the country. The conductor of the train which they had stopped telegraphed at once the state of affairs, and before long the conspirators saw their scheme was chimerical and futil e . N o negroes flocked to his banners, and, upon the fir s t approach of any troops, many of his companions deserted him. There was no organisation ; but still, once embarked in the enterprise, John Brown was of that peculiar indomitable temperament which does not give way to despondency. They had shot the Mayor and two or three citizens without any apparent motive or object, and then they betook themselves, in company with their prisoners, to the Engine House, where they bar ricaded themselves in. This Engine House com manded, from its four sides, all the approaches, and was so situated that even the platform where the train took in water was completely exposed to the rifles of those in this improvised citadel. The negroes were set to work loopholing the brick walls ; and, when all were ready, they informed the prisoners they intended to sell their lives as dearly as possible, and that, in case of any attempt to smash in the doors, they should place them in such a position as to receive the first volley. The military were constantly arriving by the trains until theirinfantry increased to nearly 3,000, besides artil lery. They crowned the height, they surrounded the whole of the exterior of the Armoury, they swarmed through the village. But they were in a dilemma. Inside that Engine House were men who knew they had to die, they knew they could expect no mercy, they had prisoners with them. If the military fired they might kill friend as well as foe • then if John Brown lost any of his men might he not retaliate upon those who were at his mercy. Then, again, it was no use attempting to parley, for the appear ance of any human figure was the signal for a volley from the little fortress. Never were three thousand impatient soldiers in such a position. There were counsels of war, plans were proposed and rejected. Flank movements were found of no avail, and all was doubt and confusion. Two or three poor wretches who had gone up into the Vir ginia hills were driven down and hunted like wild beasts into the river ; here they were terribly riddled with bullets. But John Brown was fortified, and waiting to be attacked in his stronghold. At last, after nearly two days, the hour of trial was at hand. Lieutenant Green arrived with thirty of the regular Marines; he soon comprehended the state of affairs, and informed the wise Generals who had been assembled so long in conclave that he would only ask for fifteen minutes to settle the affair. He asked for a ladder, and then for volunteers in his squad to man it. At the given word they, using the ladder as a ram, rushed with full force against the door ; it quivered, but did not give, while one Marine fell dead and another was wounded by the deadly fire from within, quickly retreating and preparing; the com manding officer gave the command " Forward," and then bang went the door, and it almost flew from its hinges. John Brown was wounded, one of his sons was killed, and it was only by the imperative command of the officer that they were not all bayo neted at once. It would have been well for the South if they had, or that being on Government ground they had been tried by court-martial and shot by the tap of the drum. The prisoners, of course, were liberated, and seemed mad with delight ; the old fat armour bearer, by name Bull, embracing everybody and cheering so long and lustily, it was a wonder apo plexy did not relieve him. Colunel Washington with a generous nature pleaded for mercy for the wounded. The combat was over, and now the heroic troops came down from the Mountains ; they spread themselves in every direction ; they gathered pikes, sabres, and rifles as trophies of the campaign, and then many of them dispersed to their homes. Then came the trial ; of course the verdict was a foregone conclusion—•the sentence was death. The night before John Brown was hung I visited Charleston, which is a few miles from Harper's Ferry. The whole town was crowded with military, and it was evident that the authorities of Virginia intended to make the occasion as impressive as possible. Walking into the hotel where the commanding-general had his head-quarters, I presented my credentials and requested to be allowed to visit the prisoners who were to die. General Talleperro, afterwards a General in the Confederate army, but who was the commander here, seemed evidently opposed to allow any news paper correspondents in the town at all ? The town, I must state, was under martial law. It was his belief that an attempt would be made to rescue the prisoners daring the night. The General had a typographical map of the country on the table, and was pointing out to the officers the various ap proaches that might be used for an advance on the town. A more absurd idea never entered the head of man than that of supposing 10,000 men were prepared to cross from Ohio over the bridge at Wheeling. But he made his preparations : cavalry were posted all over the country, and every unfortunate traveller who could not give an account of himself was marched off to the guard-house, tatoo and the reveille were sounded as if in organised camp, and orders were given to sound the "long roll" at the first alarm. How little these men who were playing the soldier then thought that in two or three years at the least they would be fighting to the death, and that their opponents would use the name of John Brown as a rallying cry. How many thousands and thousands of men have marched over these grounds since then weary with the havoc of war and the shedding of blood. Having, after some trouble, succeeded in obtaining the necessary permission, I at once proceeded to the gaol, and in a few minutes found myself in the presence of John Brown. He was a man of about sixty, his hair white as snow, his face sharp and stern (I might say moulded in an iron mould), his eyes were grey—piercing grey, his figure thin ; and I should think somewhat emaciated from the pros tration and illness consequent upon his wounds, of which he still complained. He was calm, and did not seem to fear death. He was taciturn, and evi dently not desirous of conversing. Upon the table he had some manuscript. I believe he had been writing his will. I told him I was sorry to see him in such a position ; but, pah ! what sympathy can you extend to a man in such a position ? I in tended to have conversed with him, but found my tongue tied. The moment I entered his presence, and shaking hands with him, I withdrew, for there was another visit I learned which he was preparing for. As I descended the steps I perceived, as far as the eye could reach, the military drawn up in lines on both sides of the street, while at the corners were placed the artillery. The wife of John Brown had arrived from the North, and was about to take a last farewell of her husband. We had not long to wait, for the "silence which was unbroken" was evidence of something more than ordinary. I looked up and down the long, serried phalanx, and won dered whether those bayonets now glistening in the sun would ever he stained with blood, and why it was necessary to strike terror into the soul of one poor woman by such an array of force. Alas ! the people of Virginia were merciless. The John Brown bugbear was to them the skeleton in the house. The poor wretches who were concerned in the insurrec tion were doomed before they were tried. Their fate was a foregone conclusion. They were to be made an example of. There was no fear of Execu tive clemency, no fear of pardon. Their execution would strike terror into the hearts of any slaves wavering in loyalty to their masters. A car riage approached down the road. Its occu pants were the Vice-President of the Eman cipation Society of the United States, an officer of the Army, and the lady who was so soon to be made a widow. The soldiers presented arms, the citizens took off their hats as slowly passed this more mournful than funeral cortege ; she could see from her carriage window all the stern prepara tions, in the brass-mouthed cannon, the long lines of muskets, and the cold pitiless eyes of the men. I saw her face, pale yet calm and heroic, and soon I saw her alight and ascend the steps of the prison. Tn another hour a carriage whirled rapidly bye and conveyed away to Harper's Ferry the sobbing wife. How terribly sad must be these death-partings before execution ! How many authors have en deavoured to describe the last scenes between those who suffered for their political opinions on the scaffold ? Sir John Maore and his daughter, Sir William Russell and his wife, and hundreds of others. I deem such scenes too sacred to be touched upon ; it can only be one and the same story, a story of agony, of embrace, of prayers and tears. The morrow came, the nightmare of fear was still on the soul of the Commanding-General. Pickets were stationed for miles round the country, scouts were on every road ready to announce to head quarters when the army of reserve made its appear ance. Not far from the prison the scaffold was erected in the middle of a large field, skirted by woods. The citizens of Charleston had received orders not to stir from their houses ; none but the military were to be present and a privileged few. It was as lovely a day as the heart could wish ; the sun shone brightly and glistened on the bayonets, while the sky was as clear and blue as a turquoi. It was autumn, and the woods were gorgeous in gold and crimson, emerald and amber. The cavalry in their red shirts, brigand-looking hats and ostrich plumes, lent a picturesque aspect to the distance, as they stood in bold outlines against the woods. The infantry formed into a great square, while at each angle a piece of ordnance was placed in position loaded with grape in case of any attempt at rescue or escape. There was Stone wall Jackson, a Professor in the Military Institute of Virginia, and now in command of four guns. I little knew then that the quiet, unpretending gentleman in the slouched hat, sitting on a cannon and almost unnoticed, -was to be the great hero of a future war. There were Jack and Turner Ash by, who were afterwards to lead the Black ,Horse Cavalry at Bull Run. They were mounted on splendid stallions—the one white as a snow flake, the other black as a raven's plume. Fine men they were, brave they proved as Admirable Crichton, and as courteous as Bayard. I remember, as Captain Turner Ashby was about to mount his splendid steed bolted, he had hold of the reins and his mane with his left hand ; in a moment he vaulted into the saddle, and in less than half a minute he brought his steed on his haunches. Admirable horsemen were the Ashbys. They have long since fallen victims to the war upon their own soil. Then there was Capt. Stuart, a very aristocrat was he, who afterwards became the great Cavalry General in Lee's army. But amid all the crowd of men who were to appear prominently in the great contest of the future there was one man to whom history will consign a not very enviable place. In his appearance and manners he gave me the idea of a man who could have written Edgar A. Poe's Raven. There was a " Nevermore" look about him, strikingly handsome, with his black curly hair, black eyes and moustache, his pale, well chiselled features, and his perfectly regular teeth. Yet his face always wore a melancholy smile. I noticed in his conversation he ever spoke bitterly of John Brown's Raid, as he called it, and cursed the Abolitionists with no measured tongue ; yet he was good-natured, humorous, and most companionable, in his manners, fascinating in the highest degree. Yet when his face was in calm repose it wore that sad smile. That man was Booth, the future assassin of Lincoln ? Is it not curious how all the prominent men who figured in the John Brown tragedy should have met their fate in the war which was of his making? But to proceed. The hour of twelve approached ; the solid, compact square was formed; only one opening was left, and that for death's procession. The scaffold had been placed in such a position that whatever incendiary doctrines John Brown might desire to preach upon the gallows would be lost in consequence of the dis tance to any side of a square. It was determined not to allow him to speak. If he had anything to say he was to address the clergymen or the gaoler. But, stop. I see the glistening bayonets in the distance as they waver and move. There is no " Dead March in Saul," no dirge to be played for him, not even the ringing of a bell, but silently they move along as if some village funeral were taking place, and they were about to consign some poor soul who had sunk to rest in a country graveyard, beneath the willows and the yew trees. They have entered the field, entered the fatal square, and there is the victim. A common waggon, a pair of grey horses and a driver ; in the middle is a coffin, and on that coffin is seated John Brown ; he is dressed in black, his arms are pinioned behind. There is no sign of fear on that stern face ; he takes in the whole scene ; who can read his thoughts? To the last moment he believed he was right, that he was actuated by lofty motives, and he prophesied then that the slave would yet be free. The scaffold was reached, with firm step he ascended to the platform, and there prepared to meet his fate. There was a short prayer by the chaplain, in which John Brown joined, and then he was led to the drop ; the cap was placed over his head and face, the roped round his neck, and yet for at least two minutes he stood on that drop with nothing but a feeble plank between him and eternity. The executioner asked him if he had anything to say. He replied, " Nothing ; but do not keep me unnecessarily long." It required a calm collected mind to use such a phrase at such a time. But I have never been able to understand why he was subjected to that terrible suspense on the drop of two minutes. At last there was a thud, and "John Brown's body was a-dangling in the air." The remains at the proper time were conveyed to Harper's Ferry, and there delivered to his wife. I have a lock of John Brown's hair, that was severed after his death, and this was the memento that re called all I am relating. "I hold it here, a link between the living and the dead." The body of John Brown was taken to his native hills in New Hamphire. On the long journey and at New York thousands of those who believed him a martyr thronged to see his remains. Who could then have foreseen or prognosticated that great armies would or should have fought to the echo of that name, or that probably four millions of slaves thould have traced their freedom to the almost madman-like proceedings of- John Brown ! What a mournful history has been traced on the pages of time since then—what desolate homes, what sorrowing hearts, what gloom has filled the valleys and silent paths of that fair land scape ! Who may not hope that, as all bitter me mories fade and passion subsides, that modern Eden, that matchless country, may bud and bloom and blossom with the roseate hues of summer-sunned days, and march hand in hand— South and North—from Allentree billows to Pacific sands, with the banner of progress high and aloft ! —Anglo-American Times. olimimio SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS, TlMES.—Nothing can be more striking than the contrast which is observable between the progress of the Australian Colonies in all matters of material prosperity and the proceedings of their Governments. The manner in which the new settler adapts him self, as it were by instinct, to a totally new set of circumstances, the facility with which he casts off old habits, and the good sense with which he seizes and appropriates to his use the powers afforded by nature, strange and in her least known garb, are worthy of all admiration. It is melancholy to re flect bow little the Governments which these young energetic communities have set over them correspond to the character of the people whom they rule. The progress of individuals is neutralised only too often by the retrograde character of the public policy. Men whose whole life is, in private, one long and successful struggle against nature are sacrificed to the superannuated fallacies of Protection, or taxed exorbitantly in order to supply an amount of ex travagance which the legislators have neither the will nor the power to correct. W hen we turn from political progress, however, we have a most gratify ing account of that upon which everything else must ultimately depend—the advancing settlement of the country. Large tracts of Australia, particularly in the far interior, are adapted mainly. to pasture, and are destined for all time to come to the support of scattered flocks of sheep and herds of cattle ; other lands are unsurpassed in fertility, and admirably fitted for the abode of an agricultural population. Both these kinds of land fell originally into the hands of the graziers, and it has required a long struggle to win back the land so occupied for the useof the people at large. The story is curious. These lands were originally held by annual license from the Crown in consideration of a small annual payment. A Governor some years ago, finding himself in want of money, bethought himself of this source of revenue, and arbitrarily increased the amount of money payable for the grazing properties of the land. At this stretch of prerogative the Colonists took fire. It was stigmatised as an abuse of power, and as tending to neutralise the control over the public re venue voted in the Assembly. In the quarrel that ensued the Colonists came out victorious, but the graziers, having become cognisant of their own strength, turned the arms which had succeeded so well against the Governor upon their own allies,and set up a claim to be protected by leases, pre-emptive rights, and compensation for improvements against the invasion, not only of the Crown, but of their fellow-colonists. An act of Parliament was passed to give validity to these leases, and under it a very considerable portion of the lands of New South Wales and Victoria has been held up to the present day. When the Australian Colonists obtained self government they set themselves to remedy this cry ing grievance, but for a considerable time with only very partial success. It was found very difficult to pass actsfor this purpose i n an A ssem bl y w h ere t h e grazing interest was adequately, and more than adequately, represented ; and when the acts were passed the pastoral interest tried for a long time to defeat them by availing themselves of powers which were intended to be used against themselves. We are glad to be assured that in Victoria, at any rate, the new act is working in accordance with the po licy of its framers. It is complained, however, that in the western part of the Colony of Victoria the graziers, by employing the powers conferred by the local act for the benefit of the poorer settlers, have contrived to get into their hands large tracts of country which were intended and calculated to be the seat of a dense population. This mischief was probably unavoidable under the circumstances. No law intended for the benefit of all can pre vent the advantages derivable from superior local knowledge and larger capital from telling in favour of their possessors in the open market. Nor are these lands, though they have fallen into the hands of wealthy persons, likely to be long locked up from occupation by agricultu ral possessors. They are too valuable to be used for pasture merely, and the only difference will be that the intending purchaser must deal with the purchaser from the Crown, and not with the Crown itself. One of the finest districts in the continent, lying at its south-eastern corner, between the Australian Alps and the sea, known by the name of Gipps' Laud, has at last been invaded in earnest by agricultural settlers. It is a land of singular temperance and amenity of climate, full of large lakes and streams, and protected from the burning blast of the north by a high range of snowy mountains. The process of clearing, cropping, burning the deal timber, build ing houses, and fencing is described as going on with the utmost activity, and all this in aspot where two months ago there reigned the most absolute soli tude, and the land now the scene of such busy exer tion was unoccupied and unappropriated. There needs no argument to prove that such a proceeding as this must be highly beneficial to the interest of a new community, but there is in it even more than at first sight appears. These countries have been handed over by the ill-judged liberality of Parliament to the influence of the most unbridled democracy. The step cannot be easily recalled, and the only remedy seems to be to evoke the influence which always re sides in land, and to bring over numbers to the side of order and economy by giving them some thing to lose. It is noto r ious that in America the influence that saves the country from perdition re sides in the votes of the tillers of the soil. The pas toral nature of a great portion of the land of Aus tralia unfortunately prevents the same remedy from being applied to the same extent, but we o b serve with pleasure that a palliative is found to an evil which it seems impossible wholly to remove. Nor can we enough rejoice that a territory is at last fairly open to an intending emigrant, separated from the troubles and anxieties which beset the rest of the world, with a climate so mild that a labourer may work every day in the year, where fire is a mere luxury and fuel is only absolutely required for cook ing food, where there are no wars, no conspir ac i es , no troubles to disturb the onward progress of civi lized man, except only such as he raises up for him self in the insolence of a, too exuberant prosperity i and of a constitution framed in somewhat too ample a spirit of confidence in the perfectibility of mankind. Once let the lands of Australia be fairly thrown open to the intending emigrant, and there is really no sort of comparison between it and any other part of the globe as a home for hard-working men and women who find themselves overcrowded at home. The knot which Parliament so unwisely tied the Colonial Legislature are occupied in unloosing, and, from an Imperial as well as a colonial point of view, we heartily congratulate them on the success of their enterprise. COURSING. COURSING MEETINGS TO COME. DECEMBER. Naino. Judge. Days of Running Corrie, Lockerbie ... Mr. Warwick JANUARY, 1867. Huntingdon Club Mr. Warwick l, 2, Lincolnshire, Holbeach Mr. Spafford Cook, co. Cork (Open) - Third S. Lancashire, (South port (Open) Mr. Wostropp 9, 10, 11 Spolthorne Club Mr. Warwick Border Union (Longtown) Cumberland Mr. Warwick Barton-on-Humber, Lincoln. Mr. Spafford Altcar Club, Lancashire - Wigtonsh. Club (Stranraer) Mr. Boulton Little Crosby Mr. Welding County Louth Club, Ireland Mr. Spafford Ridgway Club, Lytham - 3O, &c. FEBRUARY. Rufford, Lancashire Cardiff Club Mr. Warwick l4, 15 Waterloo, Lancashire - 2O, 21, Scc Tamworth, Staffordshire ... Mr. Warwick • MARCH. Irish Grand National (Open), county Loutn - Ardrossan, Sharphill - South Lancashire (South port) Champion Mr. Westropp l4, 15, &c Leinster (Open) Courtown... Mr. H. Springall l9, 20 Scottish Open, Lanarkshire - 26, &c. SEPTEMBER. Brampton, Cumberland Mr. Warwick OCTOBER. Ancaster and Willoughby, IVLiucolnshire Mr. Spafford MEM COUNTRY MAR BETS. WAKEFIELD.—FRIDAY. Market of a holiday character, but tho wheat trade is firm at last Friday's prices. Barley steady. L INC OLN.-FRIDAY. With a liberal supply of wheat, the trade was quiet at extreme prices. Scarcely the usual quantity of barley, and prices were stationary. Not many oats ou offer, the demand firm, at recent currencies. Beans a heavy trade, at rather declining prices. Peas were not in request, and prices had a downward tendency. New white wheat, 60s to 68s ; new red, 54s to GOs per 36 stone. Barley for malting, 49s to Ms per qr ; grinding, 26s to 36s per 30 stone. Oats, 24s to 345. Beans, 48s to 505 per 38 stone. DERBY—FniDA Y. Our market was tolerably supplied with wheat, which sold at fully the rates of last week. Not much passing in barley, and prices were not quotably altered. Oats a mo derate supply. In most cases last week's prices were realised. Beans unaltered. New white wheat, G2s to 66s ; old red, 56s to Gls per 36 stone. Barley for malting, 4.4 s to 48s per qr. ; grinding, 37s to 38s per 30 stone. Oats, new, 27s to 295; old, 29s to 34s per 24 stone. Beaus, old, 50s to 1525; new, 46s to 50s per 38 stone. LIVERPOOL.—FRIDAY. The market to-day was moderately attended, and wheat was in good demand at full prices. Flour firm at previous rates. Indian corn scarce. Mixed American, 38s. Beans, barley, oats, and oatmeal unchanged. S TAIIF 0 RD—FRIDAY. There was not much wheat on offer to day, and the de mand was healthy, at late quotations. Barley in tolerable demand, at last week's prices. Oats a fair show, and prices same as before quoted. Beans a heavy trade. Peas very dull. New white wheat, 56s to 60s ; red do., 52s to 5Gs per 86 stone. Barley, malting, 42s to 48s ; grinding, 34s to 38s per qr. Oats, new, 24s to 28s ; old, 28s to 32s per 21 stone. Beans, 52s to 54s per 38 stone. Peas as of late. RIPON-FRIDAY. White wheat, 8s Od to 9s Od per bushel ; rad, Gs Gd to 8s Od ; beans, 7s 3d to 7s 9d ; oats, 26s to 32s per qr ; barley, 34s to 42s Od. COURSE OF EXCHANGE.—This Evening. Amsterdam Short. 11 151 11 16} Ditto 3 Months. ii 3.81 11 19 Rotterdam Antwerp — 25 40 25 45 Brussels Hamburg — 13 8f 13 8i Paris . Short 25 171 25 25 Ditto 3 Months. 25 37* 25 42k Marseilles Frankfor: on the Maine 119/ 1191 Vienna — 13 35 13 4 ( Trieste — 13 35 13 4f Petersburgn - 301 30/ Berlin Madrid —47 i Cadiz Leghorn Milan Genoa Naples — 27 7* 27 15 Palermo Messina Lisbon Oporto — 51/ 514 Foreign Mail Packet List. MAILS DUE. Australia and New Zealand, via Southampton Jan. 19. Ditto, via Marseilles Jan. i 3. Brazil and Cape Verde. by British packet Jan. 4. Ditto, by French packet Jan. 22 Cape of Good Hope. Ascension, and St. Ilelena Dco. 8. China, Penang, and Singapore, via Southampton. ,Jan 3. Ditto, via Marseilles .. Dec. 28 iraikland Islands Gibraltar, via Southampton Deo. 29. India (Calcutta), and Ceylon, via Southampton Jan 3 Ditto, via Marseilles India (Bombay), via Southampton. Dec. 29. Ditto, via Marseilles Jan. 7 Malta, Egypt, and Aden, via Southampton Deo. 29. Ditto, via Marseilles Dec. 28. Mauritius, via Southampton Ditto, via Marseilles. Jan. 19. (ewfoundland Portugal Ditto, by private ship to Lisbon United States and British North America, by Bri tish packet Ditto, by United States packet, via Southamp ton • .• MO •• • • ••• ....... • . . _ Ditto, via Cork Ditto, by Canadian packet, via Londonderry Dec... 8 West Coat of Africa, Madeira, and Tenerife ....Jan. 3. West Indies and Paoiilo (except Bahamas and Honduras) Bahamas. via New York. Jan 1'• Cuba ald Mesta) Bermuda, via Halifax Jan. 16. THE BEDALE HOUNDS.—It is rumoured that the ion. Ernest Duncombe is about to give up the Bedale hounds. The country rather look to Lord Downe to come forward, but there can be no difficulty in finding a master for a country a great part of which is second only to Lei cestershire.—Eastern Morning News. Births. CRAVEN—On the 27th inst., at South Norwood-park, the wife of George P. Craven, Esq., of a son. CLOWES—On the 28th inst., at Surbiton, Surrey, the wife of William Clowes, jun., of a son. FRASER—On the 24th inst., at Heatherley, Inverness, the wife of Captain C. E. Fraser, of a son. FIELD—On the 25th inst., at Twickenham, the wife of J• Field, Esq., of a son. Marriages. BLACKLOCK—DAvis—On the 22d inst., at Christ's Church, Forest-hill, Robert Blacklock, Esq., of Merton, Surrey, to Sarah, eldest daughter of the late John Griffin Davis, Esq., of Crewe, Lancashire. .ILTON-FOSTER - On tho 23d inst., at the British Consu late, Calais, Arthur, fourth surviving sou of the late C. Jones llilton, Esq., to Mary Robena Cair, second daugh" ter of Robert Carr Foster, Esq. Deaths. BLAKESLEY —On the 26th inst., at 101, Lower ThameB - City, Mr. Richard Blakesley, aged 40. DUVALL —On the 24th inst., Mr. Charles Duvall, of Wal worth-road, aged 51. ELLts—On the 27th inst., at Noathileet, Kent, Edward W. Ellis, Esq., aged 33. JAMES—On the 28th inst., at the Priory, Wandsworth road, R. G. G. James, Esq., aged 39. 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