Year: 1862

My Dear Press Up Tuesday morning
'bright and early'-indeed, as to that matter,
up all night, for the "Queen" was crowded,
berths engaged, state-rooms full, sofas pre-oc-
cupied, mattresses in demand and out of the
Market nothing left to us but "perambulation"
and nlght-watch. Thanks to our better half
we did finally get a chance TO 'coil" on the
left end of lounge and snatched a few min
utes of sleep from the small hours of the night.
We did not regret much however, the necessity
that kept us on the deck, for the night was
glorious, the moon full orbed, the waters bat
tered down by strong "nor-wester," calm as
mountain lake, heaving easily like a strong
sleeper at rest, skimmering with thousand
sparkles set in the finer britiants of the count
less phosphorescent animalcule; while the
stars above and the faithful shore lights guide
as the ponderous engine wheels us on our way.
Morning at last comes on. Aurora sprinkles
the East with the golden sands of dawn; the
sun marches up stately and refreshed from be-
hind the boundless waters, and the roofs and
spires of the city reflect his radiance over the
green islands low lying in the outer harbor.
Here on our left, just out of the harbor. lie
the rocks "Sdrd qude Graft dicunt, de-, rocks
which the mariners call 'the Graves'-alas
burial places to how many who have have gone
down upon the mighty waters-while beyond
and over them rises the white beacon tower of
"Boston Light" and little further to the right
rises low the natural rocky rampant of Fort
Warren" name how suggestive of the troub-
lous times of the past and of the present-of
the past, Joseph Warren who on yonder height
where the morning shadow of that obelisk falls,
voluntarily and heartily met death that his
country might live-and flourish free from the
tyranny Of that mother whose name is England
of the present, Mason and Slidell who would
stab that country to the heart, and in order
the more effectually to do this seek the protec-
ton of that tyrannical mother! Shame on such
No wonder it was hard to let such go from
yonder granite walls under such crime and
at the call of such an one. But dear mother y
day of reckoning win surely come. When
the muscles of the North shall become harden
ed, when their thews shall be like steel in the
CAciSicC VI SlutiCHtiig SUCH dS tut tOrIncT, we
shall then be just prepared for another contest,
to inquire why the great moral force of Eng
lands sympathy has been wanting to that por-
ton of our people who for the last fifty years
have been laboring shoulder to shoulder, with
her in the good cause Of humanity and chris
tianity. Why has she been neutral in plain
questionsof right and wrong, neutral? not at





all so-why has she allowed her citizens, in the
broad light of plain proclamation, to build,
to fill and load with munitions of war ship af-
ter ship, steamer after steamer, and to furnish
port as rendezvous for each supplies where
with to uphold giant wrong. English neu-
trality! a neutrality that only labors to rend in
twain noble governmental by furnishing weap-
ons to traitorous hands!


We speed on up the harbor and strange CO.
incidence, here lies the "San Jacinto" at Quar-
antine. Fort Warren, Mason and Slidell, the
San Jacinto." A day of reckoning will come,
o England,we repeat,when perhaps those very
guns that now frown out of those open ports
will aim not acrossyno over, an Englishman
bows, but plump fore and AFTER when perhaps
some Lieutenant will not ask permission to
step on board. but, by something else. Such
feelings lie smoldering down in our hearts and
by and by they will grow warm, hot and will
burn


The boat strikes the wharf, we catch a
glimpse of old "Faneuil Hallr' the banners are
hanging in the air, flaming placards, "Rally to
the Cause" "The Tiger Regiment &c, &c,
mark the corners. While we hasten to the
Hotel for an early breakfast


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