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...on Smith. Commander Charles Stewart Boggs Commander John De Camp Commander James Alden. Commander David D. Porter. Commander Richard Wain- wright. Com... ...and shall do all I could and can to sustain you. Hoped that the opening of James River and putting W ool and Burnside in communication, with an open r... ...NERAL J. W . GEARY . WAR DEPARTMENT, May 25, 1862 1.45 P.M. GENERAL GEARY, White Plains: Please give us your best present impression as to the number ... ...s of Abraham Lincoln: V ol Six better towards Y ork River than towards the James. As Pope now has charge of the capital, please confer with him throug... ...SHINGTON, D.C., June 28,1862. GENERAL DIX: Communication with McClellan by White House is cut off. Strain every nerve to open communication with him b... ...R GOLDS BOROUGH, Fort Monroe: Enemy has cut McClellan’s communication with White House, and is driving Stoneman back on that point. Do what you can fo... ...WILLIAM YATES, S. M. CULLOM, CHARLES W. MATHENY, WILLIAM F. ELKIN, FRANCIS SPRINGER, B. A. W ATSON, ELIPHALET HA WLEY , AND JAMES CAMPBELL. GENTLEMEN:...

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...ling Captains Courageous A Story of the Grand Banks by Rudyard Kipling T o James Conland, M.D., Brattleboror, Vermont I ploughed the land with horses,... ... shutting the door with a bang. “He isn’t wanted here. He’ s too fresh.” A white-haired German reached for a sandwich, and grunted between bites: “I k... ...ible. Go right abaout your busi- ness an’ you won’t take no hurt.” “You’re white,” said Dan, as Harvey regained the deck, flushed to the tips of his e... ...I’m stung up all to pieces.” His thick hands were puffy and mottled purply white. “Some folks will find strawberry-bottom,” said Dan, addressing the n... ...els-swung her over the great lift from Albuquerque to Glorietta and beyond Springer, up and up to the Raton Tunnel on the State line, whence they drop...

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...gar animal, one of her father’s heavy, healthy, broad-flanked, Roman-nosed white dray-horses might, to the poetic mind, appear to resemble her. At twe... ...form; his wife in blue satin and diamonds; his daughters in blue crape and white roses; his niece, Lucy Gorgon, in white mus- lin; his son, George Aug... ...f. Mr. Scully had a brand-new blue coat and brass buttons, buff waistcoat, white kerseymere tights, pumps with large rosettes, and pink silk stockings... ...’s a deuced fine woman!” burst out again the tender solicitor. “I will go. Springer, tell the fiddlers to strike up.” Springer scuttled across the roo... ...ns and Sabines was not more touching than this sweet fusion. Whack— whack! Springer clapped his hands; and the fiddlers adroitly obeying the cheerful ... ...ll—confound me!” Her Ladyship saw that it was necessary to submit; and Mr. Springer, the master of the ceremonies, was called, and requested to point ... ... Mr. Scully’s door, the four above-named individuals had issued from Great James Street into Bedford Row. Lucy cried out that it was her aunt’s carria...

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...lie’s eye in search did wander, And caught at once, with moist regard, The white gleams of a grey churchyard. ‘Three weeks before my girl had gone, An... ...dliest welcomings, She swam the havens sheening fair; Secure upon her glad white wings, She fluttered on the ocean air. T o her no more the bastioned ... ...ne in the sky As thou in my soul; The sea takes her image to lie Where the white ripples roll All night in a dream, With the light of her beam, Hushed... ...t ally, In Python’s coils, the Master Craftsman still; The smiter, panther springer, trapper sly, The deadly wrestler at the crucial bout, The penetra... ...e it but said, So strong a spirit is not of the dead. On The T ombstone of James Christopher Wilson (d. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey ...

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...ressing one of the midshipmen. He was a man in a long brown coat and loose white neckcloth, spectacles on nose, which he wore consider- ably below the... ...therefore, no particular anxiety to part company, and jogged easily on the white highway, beneath a moon that walked high and small over marble clouds... ...he shameless, are toiling to escape that trial. My gentleman, treading the white highway across the solitary heaths, that swell far and wide to the mo... .... However, old Mel wouldn’t have that. Nothing less than being born in St. James’s Square would content old Mel, and he must have a Marquis for his fa... ...pi- tated on his bosom; and you will think it not impossible that even the springers of the mine about to explode should lose their subterranean count...