Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1862-03-07
GEN. nicCLELLAN,S DREAM.

The following is from the pen of Wes-
ley Bradshaw, Esq, and makes fitting
companion to Washingtons Vision"
which sketch, written by the same author
at the commencement of our national diff
fculties, was widely copied by the press,
and commended by Hon. Edward Everett,
as teaching highly important lesson
to every true lover of his country. "-Er-
change.
Two o'clock of the third night after
Gen. McClellan's arrival in Washington
to take command of the United States
army, found that justly celebrated soldier
poring over several maps and reports of
scouts. AS the hour came tolling through
the night, together with the dull rumbling
of army wagons and artillery wheels, the
wearied hero, pushing from his maps and
reports, leaned his forehead on his folded
arms upon the table before him, and fell
into sleep. so deep that even the occas-
ional booming of heavy guns, being placed
in position on the intrcnchments, was in
sufficient to disturb it.
Il could not have been slulnbering
thus more than ten minutes" said the
General to an intimate friend to whom he
related the strange narrative "when l
thought the door of my room, which had
carefully locked, was thrown suddenly
open. and some one strobe to me. and lay
ing hand upon my shoulder, said in a
slow, solemn voice:
General Mcclellan, do you sleep at
your post ? Rouse you, or ere it can be
prevented the foe will be in Washington !
Never before in my life have | heard u
voice possessing the commanding and even
terrible tone of the one that addressed to
me these words. And the sensation that
passed through me, as it fell upon my ears,
and | coweringly shrunk into myself at
the thought of my own negligence. can
only compare to the whistling, shrieking
sweep of a storm of grapeshot, discharged
directly through my brain. | could not
move, however, although tried hard tc
raise my head from the table. As sense
of my willingness, and hclplessncss tc
make an answer to the unknown intruder
oppressed me. once more heard the same
slow, solemn voice repeat:
General Mcclellan, do you sleep al
your post? .
There was popularity about it thi.
time it seemed as though mere atom
of WATERWAYS suspended in the centre Of
infinite space, and that the voice came
from hollow distance all around me
AS the last word was uttered, | regaineG
by some felt and yet unknown power, my
volition, and with the change, the grape
shot discharge sensation in my brain ceas
ed, and strange but new one seized my
heart, one as if huge, rough icicle wa.
being sawed back and forth through and
through me-
started up, or rather should say
thought started up, for whether l wal
awake or asleep, | am unable to decide
} My first thought was about my maps, ant
before my eyelids had half opened. m,
hand was grasping them. But this wa
all The table was still before me, anc
the lnaps all crumpled in my tightenin!
clutch, we're still before me, but every
thing else had disappeared. The furnitur
was gone, the walls of the apartmen
were gone, the ceiling was not to be seen
All saw was the tableau am about t,
describe to you. r5reH
My gaze was turned Southwark, an,
there, spread out before me, was lvin
t map; yes, living map; that is the on
ly expression | can think of as befttin
) the scene. In one grand coup d eil. NJ
eye took in the whole expansc of country
r as far south as the Gulf of Mexico an,
from the Atlantic on the east Mississipl
westwardly.
9 Before fully fixing my attention upo
r the immense scene. however. thought 0
the mysterious visitant. whose voice ha
heard but moment previous. and look
toward him. An apparition stood on m
= left somewhat in front, ut distance Q
, about six feet from me. sought for hi
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