Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1856-08-20
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THE RUINED FORTRESS.


The correspond, Mt of the London
Times thus describes the present aspect
of Sevastopol:
The traces of our presence will endure
for many long year Notwithstanding
the perishable nature of the earthworks,
and all the energy of Russia and the
physical force at her disposal will he
tasked to the utlermost before Sevasto-
pol can rise from the heaps of blackened
stones and shattered walls which now
mark its site. In some places our mis-
sion of destruction is not complete, and
I presume the peace will prevent any
measures being taken TO blow up the
buildings which line the quay of the
dock on The eastern side they are con.
siderably injured by f'e and shot, but
are not, so far as can judge, rendered
incapable of repair. As for the city
proper, with some few isolated excep-
lions, it might be knocked down with a
pick and carted away as rubbish. The
walls, which look firm at a distance, are
seen on near approach to be mere shells,
which strong man could overthrow.
The desolalion and silence Of the
grass-grown streets, the course of which
is marked out by heaps Of white stone
in fragments or in blocks, piled con.
fusedly on each other as they were
thrown down by the shock of explosion
or the actual agency of powder are ap-
palling. Ore may wander between these
walls of debris, which look like ruinous
trenches, for hours without meeting
soul, or hearing even a sparrow chlrp.
If stone disturbed by his tread falls
clattering among the ruin, the stranger
accustomed to the profound noiseless-
ness of this new Palmyra starts as thOug
Sevastopol were in the Great Desert and
untrodden by any but himself. All the
roar of batteries, the smoke, the shout
ing, the tramp of men, the stern life of
the trenches. and the labors of the siege
have died away. we cannot trust foiev-
er, but lei US hope for many long year
to come.
Alone Interchangeable, the blue sea
sparkles in the sunshine between the
white forts and the sheer headings of the
roadstead, and ripples over the sunken
feet, which just rears its mastheads
above the water. The harbor is still
there, the Dockyard creek, the carreen-
ing Bay-all ready once more to lend
their aid to man in forming new Se-
yastepol.
The Tchernaya still flows into the
deep bay, and can bear on its bosom
countless tons of free stone from the
quarries of the Inkerman, which are to
all appearance inexhauslible, and which
may well contain a new Sevastopol.-
Let the rotting skeletons. the heaps of
human bones, the debris of ragged uni
forms and equipments, the remains of
the fierce struggle which ended in that
ravine still scattered over its side. preach |
a lesson 10 whoeveris about 10 build the !
citJ again.
An engineer officer remarked the other
day that he never saw city which |
could be so soon reconstructed. The
very ruined mansions and the stones of
he houses coulS@be used 10 fill up a |
'mall ravine Which intersects the city, |
IND 10 formr quays by the waterside.
AS 10 The sunken ships there are vari- |
'us Opinions. Some say they are by |
his time utterly ruined-others contend
at they can be weighed and rendered
it for service but for the most part !
they are only sailing vessels of the old |
build, short and tubby. | have seen a |
peice of teak cut out of one of them,
which was as perfectly sound and good
as it was the first day it was used. |
Inyouth the appetite for fame isstrong
est. 1t is cruel and inhuman to with
hold the sustenance which is necessary
10 the growth, if not the existence, OF
genius; sympathy, encouragement, COM
mendation..
The more cheques spend thrift re-
reivee tho faster he poeS on