BELLE BOYD,
IN
CAMP AND PRISON.

With an Introduction
BY A FRIEND OF THE SOUTH

IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. II.

LONDON:
SAUNDERS, OTLEY, AND CO.,
66 BROOK STREET, W. 1865.
[All rights reserved.]

LONDON
WILLIAM STEVENS, PRINTER, 37, BELL YARD,
LINCOLN'S INN.

CONTENTS
OF VOLUME THE SECOND.

• CHAPTER I. I leave for Fortress Monroe - I am not permitted to see my Father - Interview with General Butler - My Luggage undergoes an Examination - Much of my Property is confiscated - General Jackson's Field-glasses - My Letters of Introduction almost get me into Trouble - Kindness of Major Mulford and his Wife - General Butler attempts to re-capture me -

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  The bird is flown, his chagrin, as I afterwards learn - Ascending the James River The French Corvette - The Mirage - Arrival in Richmond . . . . . 1

• CHAPTER II. Kind reception at Richmond - I hear of my Father's Death - Efforts of my Friends to procure my Return Home - I go from Richmond further south - Kindness of friends during my illness - I am made Bearer of Despatches - Departure from Richmond - Too late for the Coquette - I take passage in the Greyhound . . . . . 20
• CHAPTER III. I leave Wilmington for Europe - Running the Blockade - Safe outside - Mal de mer - The Federal Cruiser - The Chase - The Yankee proves too fast - The First Shell - The Fire

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  grows hot - Forced to surrender - The English Sailor and his Flag . . . . . 31

• CHAPTER IV. We are boarded by an Officer from the Yankee - The U.S. Steamer Connecticut - An Officer, but no Gentleman - Strange state of Yankee Discipline - Scenes on Board of the Greyhound after her Capture -"Ain't ye skeared?" - A proud boast . . . . . 44
• CHAPTER V. An eventful Meeting - A Gentleman at last - A Wife's Apology - Mr. Hardinge - I am disappointed - A pleasant Exchange - Farewell to Mr. Swasey - A ludicrous Incident - Captain "Henry's" best Boots - I am discovered through Treachery . . . . . 52

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• CHAPTER VI. Bound North - We are taken in tow - Our first Evening at Sea - We arrive at Fortress Monroe - Commodore Guerte Gansevoorte comes on Board in James River - We are paroled by him - His indignation against Mr. Hardinge for flying the English Ensign - The Commodore's Conduct whilst on Board - Arrival at New York - We go on Shore - I visit Niblos' Theatre - Return aboard and Departure for Boston - Love triumphant! . . . . . 62
• CHAPTER VII. Arrival in Boston - Our plan for re-capturing the Greyhound frustrated - Captain "Henry's"

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  Escape - How it was managed - Marshal Keyes comes on Board - The Search for the Captain - A false Report of his Arrest - I communicate with him - He leaves for New York - I bid adieu to the Greyhound - My Quarters on Shore - I am paroled for the City - Newspaper Rumours - Mr. Hardinge proceeds to Washington in my behalf - My Mother telegraphs to the Marshal - She is not permitted to see me - Politeness of the British Consul - I write a Letter to the Secretary of the Navy - Am pronounced insane - I am liberated - Mr. Hardinge and his Officers are placed under Arrest - Mr. Pollard is sent to Fort Warren - I leave for Canada . . . . . 84

• CHAPTER VIII. Arrival at Montreal - Niagara - A System of Espionage still around me - I depart for Europe - Passage across the Atlantic - Arrival

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  in London - I meet Mr. Hardinge once more - Our Marriage - Comments of the Press . . . . . 102

• CHAPTER IX. Lieutenant Hardinge's Journal - Arrival at Home - A Surprise - A silent Breakfast - Visit to Martinsburg - A pleasant little Excitement - A Negro Welcome - "Miss Belle's Husband" - A Portent - A Sailor's superstition - Capture - Poor Pat in the toils - A high-bred General - Lieutenant Adams - A Yankee Provost-Marshal - The Guard-house - The Restaurant - A Guardsman - Ordered off again - Arrival at Washington . . . . . 117
• CHAPTER X. Forrest Hall - A Lesson on Prison Luxury - The Torture - Close Packing - The "Neutral

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  Ground" - A good-natured Sentry - An Aristocrat - The Gouger - A tough Contest -Homage to the Victor - An Honour declined - The Carroll Prison - Defacing the Walls - Piety Hall - Unpleasant Tortures - "The Colonel" . . . . . 137

• CHAPTER XI. Journal continued - Letter to Mr. Stanton - Visit from Judge Turner - Room 25 - An Introduction in due form - Pleasant Society - A Dinner at last - Good Advice - A clandestine Communication - False Alarm - "That reminds me of a good Story" - A Massachusetts Officer in Trouble - The "Smasher's" Sentence - An imprisoned Wife and Child - Blockade-running . . . . . 158

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• CHAPTER XII. Introduced to the Ladies' Ward - Colonel Wood and his "Reminiscence-book" - Interview with Judge Turner - Sherman's Officers in Georgia - A hideous Outrage - Christmas in Prison - Home-sick - A drunken Sentry -Another Visit to the Ladies - The Young Girl's Sick Bed - A Rough Prison Carol . . . . . 172
• CHAPTER XIII. Mr. H.'s Journal continued - A Visit from my Parents - The Order for Removal - On the March - "Do you know Belle Boyd?" - An abrupt Introduction - Arrival in Philadelphia - Dismal Night Quarters - An unpleasant Ordeal - The Menagerie - En route for Wilmington - An Eight-mile March - The Osceola - Fort Delaware - "Fresh Fish" - "Miss

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  Belle Boyd's Husband" - New Year's Eve - Turned Cook - Snow-balling - Sharp Practice . . . . . 190

• CHAPTER XIV. The "Pens" - Officers' Barracks - Privates' Barracks - The "Galvanized" Barracks - Galvanization and its results - General T.'s Experiment - The Barracks by Night - A Reckless Sentry - The wrong Man shot . . . . . 210
• CHAPTER XV. A piteous Spectacle - The Old Men's Petition - Piety of the Southern Soldiery - A Young Men's Christian Association - A Prison Service - Our Guardians - Colonel Wood - Mr. Wilson - Tom S. the Toady - How Tom got his Situation - The Ladies' Attendants - Aunt Lizzie - Mr.

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  L - The Spy discomfited - Our Cuisine -Scrap Pudding - How the Prison Officers made their Profit . . . . . 219

• CHAPTER XVI. Miss McDonough - A brutal Outrage - Treatment of Mr. W. R. Coyner - The "Court-martial" - Sentence - "Tossing in a Blanket" - The Torture by Fire - Fort Delaware - A Box of Clothing - Man of Consequence - Adjutant and General - The Blankets at last - The "Softest Plank" . . . . . 242
• CHAPTER XVII. Wanted at the Fort - The Order for Release - Farewells - Free at last - A cool Reception - An undignified Costume - No Conveyance - The Walk to Wilmington - Home

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  once more - Conclusion of Mr. Hardinge's Journal . . . . . 258

• CHAPTER XVIII. Conclusion of Mrs. S. Hardinge's Narrative . . . . . 269

BELLE BOYD.

CHAPTER I.

I leave for Fortress Monroe - I am not permitted to see my Father - Interview with General Butler - My Luggage undergoes an examination - Much of my Property is confiscated - General Jackson's Field-glasses - My Letters of Introduction almost get me into Trouble - Kindness of Major Mulford and his Wife - General Butler attempts to re-capture me - The bird is flown, and to his chagrin, as I afterwards learn - Ascending the James River - The French Corvette - The Mirage - Arrival in Richmond.

        ON the first day of December, early in the

morning, I started for Fortress Monroe, under the charge of Captain Mix and an orderly-sergeant. It was my poor father's intention to have accompanied me as far as Baltimore, and beyond, if he could get the necessary permission. Just before I left, however, a message was brought to me stating that my father, though not dangerously ill, was confined to the house by severe indisposition.

        When I heard that I could not see my fond parent, it distressed me greatly; but I was powerless to act in the matter; and, though I entreated them to let me go to him, if but for a moment, it was refused.

        After being subjected to the annoying and ungentlemanly conduct of Captain Mix, who seemed to exert himself especially to make everything as disagreeable as he possibly

could for me, I arrived in Fortress Monroe about 9 a.m. on Wednesday morning. Captain Mix immediately went on shore to report to Captain Cassels, the Provost-Marshal and aide-de-camp to Butler, to whose care I was to be committed until the "exchange boat" should start for Richmond.

        Meanwhile all the passengers had landed, and I was left in the charge of the orderly- sergeant. Major (now General) Mulford, the exchange officer, returned on board with Captain Mix, and was introduced to me. I found him an elegant and courteous gentleman. In a short time I was escorted from the boat to the Provost-Marshal's office, passing between a company of negro soldiers, who were filed on each side. Thence I was taken into the fortress, to Butler's head-quarters, and, after waiting a

short time, I was conducted into his august presence.

        He was seated near a table, and, upon my entrance, he looked up and said, "Ah, so this is Miss Boyd, the famous rebel spy. Pray be seated."

        "Thank you, General Butler, but I prefer to stand.

        I was very much agitated, and trembled greatly. This he noticed, and remarked, "Pray be seated. But why do you tremble so? Are you frightened?"

        "No; ah! that is, yes, General Butler; I must acknowledge that I do feel frightened in the presence of a man of such world-wide reputation as yourself."

        This seemed to please him immensely, and, rubbing his hands together and smiling most benignly, he said, "Oh, pray do be seated, Miss Boyd. But what do you

mean when you say that I am widely known?"

        "I mean, General Butler," I said, "that you are a man whose atrocious conduct and brutality, especially to Southern ladies, is so infamous that even the English Parliament commented upon it. I naturally feel alarmed at being in your presence."

        He had evidently expected a compliment when I commenced to reply to his inquiry, but, at the close of my remarks, he rose, and, with rage depicted upon every lineament of his features, he ordered me out of his presence.

        I was conducted to the hotel, and felt for the time being exceedingly uneasy lest by my Parthian shot at an enemy whom I thoroughly detested, I should have laid myself open to his petty spirit of revenge. I feared that I should be remanded to a

dreary prison cell; for General Butler was all-powerful in the North about this period.

        Events have since clearly proved this man, even to the Yankees themselves, to be but a meretricious hero and a political charlatan. Like others who render themselves rather notorious than great, he first pleased a fickle populace by his acts of brutality, then disgusted his contemporaries, who feared that he might become to America what Robespierre had been to France. The tyrant of New Orleans, having failed most signally at Wilmington, was discovered to be a coward, and suspected of being a rogue. Well might the baffled New England attorney exclaim, "Facilis descensus Averni!" In the hope of being styled a modern Cincinnatus, he retired to Lowell, to live upon the ill-gotten

gains extorted by threats or force from Southern people.

        But to resume the thread of my story. I was obliged to give my parole that I would not leave the house until permitted to do so. Here I found the Misses Lomax, sisters of the Confederate General Lomax, and a Miss Goldsborough, of Baltimore, who were to be sent south. These ladies, however, were not the only Confederate sympathizers in the hotel; there were others whose names I dare not mention.

        On Wednesday evening the order came for Miss Goldsborough and myself to be in readiness to start that same night for Richmond. The Misses Lomax, for some reason, were not allowed to proceed, but were sent back to Baltimore. When the time arrived for our departure, we were taken back to

the Provost-Marshal's office; and here I found my luggage, consisting of two Saratoga trunks and a bonnet-box. The keys were demanded of me, and I complied with the request.

        A man and two women immediately set to work to ransack my boxes, although I assured them that they need not search, as I had just come from prison. This appeal, however, was ineffectual, and they still continued their examination. Imagine their astonishment and my chagrin when they pulled from the bottom of one of my trunks two suits of private clothes, a uniform for Major-General W-- , a dozen linen shirts, &c. These things I had succeeded in smuggling into prison by means of an underground railway, of which Superintendent Wood, sharp as he imagined himself to be, was little aware. I was interrogated as to

how I had obtained the articles in question, but they did not succeed in eliciting anything by their queries.

        All the goods considered contraband, including several pairs of army gauntlets and felt hats, with a pair of field-glasses which had formerly belonged to General Jackson, and which I greatly prized, together with much clothing, were taken from me. I entreated them to let me retain the glasses; but this was flatly refused; and they were, to my mortification, given to General Butler.

        When I saw how these Vandals were robbing me of nearly everything, I strove in vain to restrain my tears; and my trunks having been thoroughly ransacked, I was informed that I must undergo a personal search. At this turn of affairs I began to feel very nervous, for I had

concealed about me twenty thousand dollars in Confederate notes, five thousand in green-backs and nearly one thousand in gold, as well as the letters of introduction which I have previously mentioned. I earnestly appealed to their forbearance, assuring them that I had nothing contraband; for I did not consider my money contraband.

        As it was getting late, the captain said, "Well, if you will take an oath to the effect that you have nothing contraband upon you - no letters or papers - you shall not be searched."

        As this was impossible, I told him that I could not make such a declaration, handing him my letters at the same time. He then asked if I had any money about me. To this I replied by giving him a roll of two or three thousand dollars in

Confederate money, which I had placed in my pocket. This he regarded as valueless, and sneeringly informed me that I might keep "that stuff."

        Upon opening my letters and finding mention of "my immense services to my country," "my kindness towards prisoners," "my devotion to the Southern cause," &c., he became very angry, and said, "I shall send this to General Butler in the morning. I would do so now, but it is after office hours."

        Miss Goldsborough sat by meanwhile, a quiet spectator of the whole affair, she having undergone the ordeal of search in the morning. We were then conducted to the wharf, placed on board a tug, and sent off to the exchange boat, the City of New York, which lay at anchor in the stream. Upon our arrival on board we

were kindly received by Major Mulford, who conducted us to the saloon and introduced us to his wife, a very charming, lady-like woman. Here we remained all night, and next morning, about seven o'clock, got under way. Shortly afterwards we ran aground, and it was not until 8 a.m. that we succeeded in getting the vessel off again. Then, under a full head of steam we steered for City Point.

        About this time the little steam-tug that had brought us alongside the City of New York quitted the wharf, apparently in chase of us. My heart sank, for I felt intuitively that this pursuit had something to do with me, and that General Butler must have given an order for my detention. But the larger steamer had already waited so long that Major Mulford, angry and impatient at the delay, took no notice of our pursuers,

and, to my great joy and relief, kept steadily on our course.

        I afterwards learnt that my fears upon this occasion were not unfounded. When General Butler, smarting with the remembrance of my farewell sarcasm, had beheld the letters that Captain Cassels had taken from me, he commanded that I should be followed, and, if re-captured, should be sent at once to Fort Warren, in Massachusetts Bay. As he issued this order he remarked to those who surrounded him that he would take "a leading character in 'Beauty and the Beast.' " When the tug returned from her fruitless chase, he was almost beside himself with rage at being thwarted in his revenge. This I had from such good authority that I am confident the General will not feel it worth his while to contradict the statement.

        At the mouth of the James River we passed the Federal blockading fleet, and were here boarded by a boat from the flagship Minnesota, commanded by Admiral Lee. In a few moments we had entered the James, whose waters are distinguishable from those of the Potomac by a yellow streak which appears on the surface.

        As we wended our way up the river we could see the signal-officers at the different stations busily announcing our approach, and occasionally we observed Confederate soldiers on picket duty. Everything reminded me that I was once more drawing near to the capital of my own sunny South.

                        "Amate sponde!
                        Pur vi torno a riveder,
                        Trema in petto e si confonde
                        L'alma oppressa dal piacer."

        Though exceedingly happy that I was again permitted to breathe the pure air of my native State, I did not feel completely free, for I was still under the Federal Hag, and could scarcely count upon my liberty as being yet fully assured to me.

        We arrived at City Point late on Friday evening. This place, which could hardly be correctly dignified with the name of village, is situate in a bend of the river. It was used as a dépôt by the Confederates, for the purpose of forwarding stores to those of their unfortunate countrymen who were prisoners in the North.

        Whilst the City of New York coming to an anchor, Major Mulford, his wife, Miss Goldsborough, and myself stood conversing on the hurricane-deck. Major Mulford remarked, pointing to what was apparently the Confederate flag-of-truce boat

approaching, "After all, ladies, you will not have to remain on board here to-night."

        Looking in the direction indicated, we distinctly saw a steamer, which, judging from the distance between us, would in less than ten minutes be alongside. Ten minutes, however, passed in fruitless expectation; then followed twenty more of hope deferred; when Major Mulford, who began to grow very impatient, went on shore to inquire the reason of her remaining as she did - he even sent a boat to her to ascertain the reason of her detention. Major Mulford was so confident that he had seen her that the Confederate officer commanding the "Point" telegraphed the news to Richmond. Judge of our great surprise when the telegraphic reply, brought to us on board shortly afterwards, announced "that the

Confederate flag-of-truce boat had left Richmond exactly at the hour we had seen her." As Richmond was more than twelve hours distant from us at the then rate of travel over that route, we could only consider that we had been deceived by a "mirage." How often must such phenomena have given rise to stories of phantom ships!

        A French corvette, which had been up the river to Richmond, lay at anchor near us. This evening, in acceptance of an invitation from Major Mulford, the French captain and his lieutenant came on board to spend the evening with us; and we enjoyed their visit heartily. The next morning, when I awoke, I found that the flag-of-truce boat had arrived during the night. Captain Hatch, the Confederate exchange officer, presently came on board.

We were introduced to him and very soon afterwards were, with our luggage, safely ensconced in the snug little cabin of the --. Here, under my own country's flag, I felt free and comparatively happy.

        On our way up the river to Richmond we had to pass the obstructions situated between Chapin's and Drury's Bluffs. These places take their names from the bold appearance that the shore here presents. The obstructions designed to impede a hostile squadron became accidentally hurtful to our Confederate vessel. She ran foul of them, and it was found utterly impossible to continue the voyage.

        At Drury's Bluff, therefore, we went on board a tug, in which we proceeded to Richmond. When we arrived, at 8 p.m., I went immediately to the Spottswood

House, and, tired and worn out with the fatigues of my journey, I retired to rest, refusing to see any one that evening.

CHAPTER II.

Kind reception at Richmond - I hear of my Father's Death - Efforts of my Friends to procure my Return Home - I go from Richmond further south - Kindness of friends during my Illness - I am made bearer of Despatches-Departure from Richmond - Too late for the Coquette - I take passage in the Greyhound.

        WHEN I came down to breakfast on the following day, my many acquaintances and friends in the hotel were astonished to see me, for few had expected that I should be released, and none that I should so soon

arrive at Richmond. The morning papers announced my return in flattering terms; and, as it thus became generally known, I was at once besieged with company, and every afternoon and evening I held a perfect drawing-room, if I may be allowed to make use of the expression. My reception was everything that I could wish; but, alas! my happiness was of short duration, and my freedom was dearly bought.

        I was at a large dinner-party on a Saturday evening exactly one week after the day I had arrived. I was joyous and lighthearted, little dreaming of the blow that was to overwhelm me with sadness - little dreaming that I should be so cruelly reminded of the words of the Preacher that "in the midst of life we are in death;" but so it was.

        On Monday morning, the 14th, before I had risen, I received a little note from Captain Hatch, in which he expressed great sorrow at having to be the bearer of mournful tidings, and said that, as soon as I was dressed, he would call in person with the wife of the proprietor of the hotel. For one moment I could not imagine what he meant, but, dressing myself as speedily as I possibly could, I sent for them. They came: Captain Hatch held in his hands a newspaper. He approached me, saying -

        "Miss Belle, you are aware that you left your father ill?"

        In one moment I comprehended everything, and exclaiming "My God! is he dead?" I sank fainting to the floor.

        This swoon was succeeded by severe illness; and I felt all the loneliness of

my position. An exile (for the Yankees held possession of Martinsburg and an orphan - these words described me; and ah! how hard they seemed!

        One of those strange warnings that are sometimes given to mortals, or that are, some would say, the imaginings of an excited brain shaken by sickness, ought to have prepared me for my sad bereavement.

                        "Some say that gleams of a remoter world
                        Visit the soul in sleep."

        The night upon which my father died I had retired to rest somewhat earlier than usual. How long I slept I do not know, but I suddenly awoke, or seemed to awaken, from my sleep, although I had neither the power nor the wish to move. In the centre of the room I saw General Jackson, whose

eyes rested sorrowfully upon me. Beside him stood my father, gazing at me, but saying nothing. I was dumb, or I should have spoken, for I did not feel alarmed. As I looked upon those two standing together, General Jackson turned and spoke to my father. I remember the words distinctly.

        "It is time for us to go," he said; and, taking my father's hand, he led him away, adding as he did so, "Poor child!"

        I afterwards learnt by a letter from my mother (the first and only communication received from her until my arrival in this country) that my beloved father, at the news of my being sent south, where I should have to battle alone with the world, had grown rapidly worse, and had expired the very next day after my arrival in Richmond.

My mother and the children had been sent for, and reached my father just before he died. Although he retained his senses up to the last, he frequently spoke of me, declared that I was hovering around his couch, and would become quite restless if people in the room went to a certain spot near the bed, exclaiming that "I was being torn from him!"

        Several of our senators and exchange officers, with many other influential persons, wrote to the Federal Government to try and obtain permission for me to return to my sorrowing mother. I myself wrote to the Northern President and Secretary Stanton, at the suggestion of my friends, and appealed to them as a Mason's daughter. But no, every appeal was refused.

        My letters to and from my mother in Martinsburg were intercepted; and from December the 16th until I arrived in London, and then not until the following October, did I receive one line from her, though she had written repeatedly.

        My health was very bad and my constitution greatly undermined; so in February I went from Richmond farther south, visiting Mobile, Atlanta, Augusta, and other cities whose names have since become historical.

        I cannot express one half the gratitude that I feel to the many kind hosts whom I met in my journey through the South. During my illness in Richmond I was well cared for; and amongst the warmest of my friends must be ranked the wife of the world-renowned Captain Semmes

(afterwards Admiral Semmes), of the ill-fated Alabama.

        Mrs. Semmes treated me with as much attention as though I had been her own daughter, and invited me to visit them at their home in Mobile. I had always been termed "the child of the Confederacy," or "the child of the army;" and, no matter where I went, I was welcomed both by the gentry and the people.

        In March I returned to Richmond, when, although somewhat recovered, my health still required care. I could not return home, and I felt, moreover, restless and unhappy at the death of my father. I determined, therefore, to visit Europe so soon as I could arrange my affairs. When I made known this resolution to President Davis, he approved of the plan, considering

me to need quiet and rest in some place remote from the dangers of our sorely pressed country.

        Orders were given to the Confederate Secretary of State to make me the bearer of despatches. I commenced preparations for departure as speedily as possible.

        The despatches were ready for me on March 25th, but a brief return of illness hindered me from starting, and, as these papers, being very important, could not be delayed, they were forwarded by some other hand.

        At last, on March 29th, I was able to leave Richmond, having recovered sufficiently for travelling. Other despatches were now ready, and of them I was made the bearer.

        Owing to an accident on the railway,

we did not arrive in Wilmington until several hours after the departure of the blockade-runner in which I was to have sailed.

        This steamer would not be followed by another for at least a fortnight, because they did not run out during the brilliant nights of the full moon, lest they should fall an easy prey to Yankee blockaders. I was therefore obliged to await the arrival and departure of the next regular steamer, as, even putting aside all consideration of difficulties increased by moonlight, there was not a suitable craft in port.

        One of the first vessels that arrived was the Greyhound, commanded by Captain "Henry," formerly, it is said, an officer in the United States navy, and who had, at the commencement of the war, with

many of his comrades, sent in his resignation to the United States Navy Department, and entered the Confederate service. Captain "Henry" had formerly been on "Stonewall" Jackson's staff; and, as I was acquainted with his family, I gladly accepted his kind invitation, and took passage on board the Greyhound, feeling doubly secure under such a skilful commander.

CHAPTER III.

I leave Wilmington for Europe - Running the Blockade - Safe outside - Mal de mer - The Federal Cruiser - The Chase - The Yankee proves too fast - The first Shell - The Fire grows hot - Forced to surrender - The English Sailor and his Flag.

        ON the 8th of May I bade farewell to many friends in Wilmington and stepped on board the Greyhound. It was, as may well be imagined, an anxious moment. I knew that the venture was a desperate one; but I felt sustained by the greatness

of my cause; for I had borne a part, however insignificant, in one of the greatest dramas ever yet enacted upon the stage of the world; moreover, I relied upon my own resources, and I looked to Fortune, who is so often the handmaid of a daring enterprise.

        At the mouth of the river we dropped anchor, and decided to wait until the already waning moon should entirely disappear.

        Outside the bar, and at the distance of about six miles, lay the Federal fleet, most of them at anchor; but some of their lighter vessels were cruising quietly in different directions. Not one, however, showed any disposition to tempt the guns of the fort over which the Confederate flag was flying.

        There were on board the Greyhound two

passengers, or rather adventurers, besides myself - Mr. Newell and Mr. Pollard, the latter the editor of the "Richmond Examiner." We laughed and joked, as people will laugh and joke in the face of imminent danger, and even in the jaws of death.

        Gentle reader, before you accuse us of levity, or of a reckless spirit of fatalism, reflect how, in the prison of La Force, when the reign of terror was at its height, the doomed victims of the guillotine acted charades, played games of forfeits, and circulated their bon mots and jeux d'esprit within a few hours of a violent death. Remember also that the lovely Queen of Scots and the unfortunate Anne Boleyn met their fate with a smile, and greeted the scaffold with a jest.

        About ten o'clock orders were given to

get under way. The next minute every light was extinguished, the anchor was weighed, steam was got up rapidly and silently, and we glided off just as "the trailing garments of the night" spread their last folds over the ocean!

        The decks were piled with bales of cotton, upon which our look-out men were stationed, straining their eyes to pierce the darkness and give timely notice of the approach of an enemy.

        I freely confess that our jocose temperament had now yielded to a far more serious state of feeling. No more pleasantries were exchanged, but many earnest prayers were breathed. No one thought of sleep. Few words were spoken. It was a night never to be forgotten - a night of silent, almost breathless, anxiety. It seemed to us as if day would never break;

but it came at last, and, to our unspeakable joy, not a sail was in sight. We were moving unmolested and alone upon a tranquil sea, and we indulged in the fond hope that we had eluded our eager foes.

        Steaming on, we ran close by the wreck of the Confederate iron-clad Raleigh, which had so lately driven the Federal blockading squadron out to sea, but which now lay on a shoal, an utter wreck, parted amidships, destroyed, not by the Federals, but by a visitation of Providence.

        At this point we three passengers began to experience those sensations which, although invariably an object of derision to persons who are exempt from them, are, for the time being, as grievous to the sufferer as any in the whole catalogue of pains and aches to which flesh is heir.

Reader, may it never be your lot, as it then was mine, to find sea-sickness overcome by the stronger emotion inspired by the sight of a hostile vessel bearing rapidly down with the purpose of depriving you of your freedom.

        It was just noon, when a thick haze which had lain upon the water lifted, and at that moment we heard a startled cry of "Sail ho!" from the look-out man at the mast-head. These ominous words were the signal for a general rush aft. Extra steam was got up in an incredibly short space of time, and sail was set with the view both of increasing our speed and of steadying our vessel as she dashed through the water.

        Alas! it was soon evident that our exertions were useless, for every minute visibly lessened the distance between us

and our pursuer; her masts rose higher and higher, her hull loomed larger and larger, and I was told plainly that, unless some unforeseen accident should favour us, such as a temporary derangement of the Federal steamer's steering apparatus, or a breaking of some important portion of her machinery, we might look to New York instead of Bermuda as our destination.

        My feelings at this intelligence must be imagined: I can describe them but inadequately. "Unless," I thought, "Providence interposes directly in our behalf, we shall be overhauled and captured; and then what follows? I shall suffer a third rigorous imprisonment." Moreover, I was the bearer of despatches from my Government to authorities in Europe; and I knew that this service, honourable and necessary as it

was, the Federals regarded in the light of a heinous crime, and that, in all probability, I should be subjected to every kind of indignity.

        The chase continued, and the cruiser still gained upon us. For minutes, which to me seemed hours, did I strain my eyes towards our pursuer and watch anxiously for the flash of the gull that would soon send a shot or shell after us, or, for all I could tell, into us. How long I remained watching I know not, but the iron messenger of death came at last. A thin white curl of smoke rose high in the air as the enemy luffed up and presented her formidable broadside. Almost simultaneously with the hissing sound of the shell, as it buried itself in the sea within a few yards of us, came the smothered report of its explosion under water.

        The enemy's shots now followed each other in rapid succession: some fell very close, while others, less skilfully aimed, were wide of the mark, and burst high in the air over our heads. During this time bale after bale of cotton had been rolled overboard by our crew, the epitaph of each as it disappeared beneath the waves being "By --! there's another they shall not get."

        Our captain paced nervously to and fro, nouns watching the compass, now gazing fixedly at the approaching enemy, now shouting "More steam! more steam! give her more steam!" At last he turned suddenly round to me, and exclaimed in passionate accents -

        "Miss Belle, I declare to you that, but for your presence on board, I would burn her to the water's edge rather than those

infernal scoundrels should reap the benefit of a single bale of our cargo."

        To this I replied, "Captain 'Henry,' act without reference to me - do what you think your duty. For my part, sir, I concur with you: burn her by all means - I am not afraid. I have made up any mind, and am indifferent to my fate, if only the Federals do not get the vessel."

        To this Captain "Henry" made no reply, but turned abruptly away and walked aft, where his officers were standing in a group. With them he held a hurried consultation, and then, coming to where I was seated, exclaimed -

        "It is too late to burn her now. The Yankee is almost on board of us. We must surrender!"

        During all this time the enemy's fire never ceased. Round shot and shell were

ploughing up the water about us. They flew before, behind, and above - everywhere but into us; and, although I knew that the first of those heavy missiles which should strike must be fatal to many, perhaps to all, yet so angry did I feel that I could have forfeited my own life if, by so doing, I could have baulked the Federals of their prey.

        At this moment we were not more than half a mile from our tormentor; for we had huffed up in the wind, and stopped our engine. Suddenly, with a deep humming sound, came a hundred-pound bolt. This shot was fired from their long gun amidships, and passed just over my head, between myself and the captain, who was standing on the bridge a little above me.

        "By Jove! don't they intend to give us

quarter, or show us some mercy at any rate?" cried Captain "Henry." "I have surrendered."

        And now from the Yankee came a stentorian hail. "Steamer ahoy! haul down that flag, or eve will pour a broadside into you!"

        Captain "Henry" then ordered the man at the wheel to lower the colours; but he replied, with true British pluck, that "he had sailed many times under that flag, but had never yet seen it hauled down; and," added he, "I cannot do it now." We were sailing under British colours, and the man at the helm was an Englishman.

        All this time repeated hails of "Haul down that flag, or we will sink you!" greeted us, until, at last, some one, I know not who, seeing how hopeless it must be to

brave them longer, took it upon himself to execute Captain "Henry's" order, and lowered the English ensign.

CHAPTER IV.

WE are boarded by an Officer from the Yankee - The U.S. Steamer Connecticut - An Officer, but no Gentleman - Strange state of Yankee discipline - Scenes, on board of the Greyhound after her capture - "Ain't ye skeared?"- A proud boast.

        BEFORE the acknowledgment of our surrender had been made, a keg containing some twenty or thirty thousand dollars, equivalent in value to about six thousand pounds sterling, had been brought up on deck and consigned to the deep; whilst all my despatches and letters of introduction,

of which latter I had many, were consumed in the furnaces very shortly afterwards.

        We were boarded by a boat's crew from our captor, under the command of the executive officer, Mr. Kempf. Mounting the side, he walked up to Captain "Henry" and said -

        "Good day to you, Captain; I am glad to see you. This is a very fine vessel, and a valuable one. Will you be good enough to let me see your papers ?"

        To this Captain "Henry" replied, "Good day to yourself, sir; but as to my being happy to see you, I cannot really say that I am. I have no papers."

        The Federal lieutenant then said, "Well, Captain, your presence is required on board the United States steamer Connecticut, Captain Almy commanding; and, if

you can prove yourself all right, you will, no doubt be permitted to go."

        To this Captain "Henry" made no response, but, stepping into the cabin, donned his coat, and, returning on deck, said, "Now, sir, I am ready; shall we go?" Without further parley the two stepped together into the boat which was lying alongside, and immediately pulled for the Connecticut.

        One Mr. Swasey was left in charge of our luckless Greyhound - an officer as unfit for authority as any who has ever trodden the deck of a man-of-war. His subordinates were, I imagine, well acquainted with his character and abilities; at all events, they treated his orders not with respect, but ridicule.

        "Now, sergeant," said he, addressing the sergeant of marines, "look out for your men, and I will look out for mine. By the

way, though, station one man here to guard the spirit-room, and don't let any one go below; the first man I catch doing so I will blow his brains out, I will; I would not let my own father have a drink."

        He might possibly have resisted the solicitations of a thirsty parent, but he proved quite unable to withstand those of the men. He had hardly finished speaking when a seaman, whom, by his illigant brogue, I recognised at once for a true son of Erin, approached and addressed Mr. Swasey with all the native eloquence and pathos of his country -

        "Ah, Mr. Swasey, will yees be afther lettin' me have a small bottle of whiskey to kape out the could?"

        The colloquy that ensued was ludicrous in the extreme, terminating in a victory of the Irish sailor over the Federal officer.

This example of successful insubordination once set was soon followed; and in every instance Mr. Swasey yielded to the remonstrances, or rather to the mutinous appeals, of his men.

        "Here," suddenly exclaimed he, catching a glimpse of myself, "sergeant of the guard! sergeant of the guard! put a man in front of this door, and give him orders to stab this women if she dares to attempt to come out."

        This order, so highly becoming an officer and a gentleman, so courteous in its language, and withal so necessary to the safety and preservation of the prize, was given in a menacing voice and in the very words I have used. I record them for the purpose of showing how admirably the Federal Government has selected its naval officers, and how punctually and gallantly they

fulfilled the instructions of their superiors. Parcere subjectis must have been blotted out from the edition of the ancient poet read in those schools which had the honour of educating them.

        Mr. Swasey then came to the cabin door and introduced himself in these brief but delicate words: "Now, ain't ye skeared?"

        My blood was roused, and I replied, "No, I am not; I was never frightened at a Yankee in my life!"

        This retort of mine seemed to surprise him, as he walked away without another word. The effects of his displeasure, however, soon made themselves felt. To my ineffable disgust, the officers, and even the men, were permitted to walk at pleasure into my cabin, which I had hoped would have been respected as the sanctuary of a modest girl. In this hope, as in so many

others, I calculated far too much upon the forbearance and humanity of Yankees; and these qualities were seldom exhibited when their enemies were defenseless and, consequently, at their mercy.

        Officers and men now proceeded to help themselves to the private wines of the captain, in spite of the protest of the sentry who had been placed in front of my door, and of whom it is but justice to say that nature had qualified him to command when his superiors would have done well to obey.

        While these scenes were being enacted, my maid, and a coloured woman whom Captain "Henry" was conveying to a lady in Bermuda, were subjected to the rude familiarities of the prize crew.

        At this moment one of the Connecticut's officers, a Mr. Reveille, walked up to me

and said, "Do you know that it was I who fired the shot that passed close over your head?"

        "Was it?" replied I. "Should you like to know what I said of the gunner?"

        "I should like to know."

        "That man, whoever he may be, is an arrant coward to fire upon a defenseless ship after her surrender."

        To this rejoinder of mine, more sincere perhaps than prudent, he made no reply, but left the cabin with an embarrassed laugh.

CHAPTER V.

An eventful Meeting - A Gentleman at last - A Wife's Apology - Mr. Hardinge - I am disappointed - A pleasant Exchange - Farewell to Mr. Swasey - A ludicrous Incident - Captain Henry's best Boots - I am discovered through treachery.

        SCARCELY had the discomfited Yankee betaken himself, to my intense satisfaction, upon deck, when I noticed a young officer who had just come over the side.

        He crossed the deck by the wheel and approached the cabin. I saw at a glance he was made of other stuff than his comrades

who had preceded him; and I confess my attention was riveted by the presence of a gentleman - the first, I think my readers will allow, whom I had met in the hour of my distress.

        A woman and a wife may, perhaps, be forgiven if, in a work which treats of more serious adventures than those of love, she indulges in a very brief reminiscence of the impression produced upon her by her future husband. Critics may smile; but I flatter myself that Englishwomen, so widely and so justly famed for conjugal devotion, will forgive me.

        His dark brown hair hung down on his shoulders; his eyes were large and bright. Those who judge of beauty by regularity of feature only could not have pronounced him strictly handsome. Neither Phidias nor Praxiteles would have chosen the subject

for a model of Grecian grace; but the fascination of his manner was such, his every movement was so much that of a refined gentleman, that my Southern "proclivities," strong as they were, yielded for a moment to the impulses of my heart, and I said to myself, "Oh, what a good fellow that must be!"

        To my secret disappointment, he passed by the cabin without entering or making any inquiries about me. I asked one of the Connecticut's officers who was close to me the name of the new arrival in this party of pleasure. "Lieutenant Hardinge," was his reply.

        Soon afterwards I heard the following conversation, which I perfectly well remember, and which I transcribe verbatim, between Mr. Swasey and Mr. Hardinge: -

        Mr. Swasey. - "Hallo Hardinge, anything up? what is it?"

        Mr. Hardinge. - "Yes, sir; by order of Captain Almy, I have come to relieve you of the command of this vessel. It is his order that you proceed forthwith on board the Connecticut: you will be pleased to hand over to me the papers you have in relation to this vessel."

        Mr. Swasey. - "It is a lie! it is a lie! it ain't no such thing! I won't believe it. You have been lately juggling with the captain. Confound it! that is the way you always do!"

        Mr. Hardinge. - "Mr. Swasey, I am but obeying my orders; you must not insult me. If you continue to do so, I shall report you."

        Mr. Swasey cooled at once, I suppose, as I heard nothing further on his side. He

promptly handed over his orders, as desired by Mr. Hardinge, jumped into the boat alongside, and I caught the last sound of his charming voice as he uttered the word of command, "Give way there!" to the boat's crew.

        He returned to the Connecticut, and so passes out of this story. If its pages ever meet his eye, perhaps they may make him reflect that courtesy to a lady is compatible with the sternest duties of an officer, and that forbearance to the vanquished has always been the attribute of a truly brave man.

        Within a few minutes of the departure of our sometime prizemaster, Mr. Hardinge, now in command, issued his orders to the sergeant of marines as to how the men were to be posted; and I overheard, not without an emotion of pleasure, the sergeant telling

one of our officers that, although Mr. Hardinge might be a strict disciplinarian on duty, there was not a finer young fellow in the navy and that his men would follow him anywhere.

        Before long Mr. Hardinge came aft, and, bowing to me, asked permission to enter my cabin for a moment.

        "Certainly," I replied; "I know that I am a prisoner."

        "I am now in command of this vessel," said he; "and I beg you will consider yourself a passenger, not a prisoner."

        With the commencement of Mr. Hardinge's command - I may safely say, from the very moment he came on board - the conduct of the prize crew underwent a complete change; and one of the Yankee officers remarked, in my hearing, that,

although Hardinge was young, he knew how to command other men, and had learnt early in life the secret and the value of discipline.

        Half an hour, or thereabouts, elapsed, and I was reconciling myself to my captivity, when the return on board of Captain "Henry" was the occasion of a ludicrous incident which amused me more than perhaps my readers will suppose. I despair of describing it as it appeared to me: perhaps the reaction of my own feelings (such as we experience after passing safely through sudden and serious danger) gave it a zest beyond its real flavour.

        It was on this wise. Captain "Henry," coming on board, caught sight of a Federal sailor strutting about on the cotton bales in a pair of his (Captain "Henry's") very best

boots - boots which the captain most particularly cherished.

        "Here, you fellow, what are you doing with my boots? Take them off at once, or I shall report you to the officer in command for stealing."

        "But, sir," said the sailor, loath to part with his contraband goods, "I bought them from a messmate of mine, and chucked my own into the sea."

        This subterfuge, however, did not impose upon Mr. Hardinge's sense of honour and discipline. The ancient mariner had to remove the stolen boots and return barefooted to his ship.

        The officers and crew of the Greyhound, together with my fellow-passengers Mr. Pollard and Mr. Newell, were taken on board the Connecticut. The captain, steward, cook, and cabin-boy, myself and

my maid, remained prisoners on board the prize.

        Before we were taken - indeed, when we sailed from Wilmington - it had been agreed that "Belle Boyd" should be for the time ignored, and that "Mrs. Lewis" should take her place. It was obvious that, in the event of capture, I should run less risk, suffer fewer privations, and be exposed to less indignity under an assumed name. Conceive, then, my surprise and indignation when I found that my secret had been revealed through the treachery of an unworthy countryman.

        Captain "Henry" told me that the Minnie, a blockade-runner like the Greyhound, which had been captured the day before by the Connecticut, had been the means of our own mishap. There can be no doubt that one of her officers was a traitor to the cause

of his country, and had, through fear, or actuated by some other unworthy motive, sacrificed those he should have defended with his life.

        It is with reluctance that I record this instance of dishonour on the part of a Southerner; but I am resolved to be an impartial historian, and, although often severe to the Yankees, by dint of telling plainly their shortcomings, I will not shrink from the truth when it is unfavourable to my countrymen.

CHAPTER VI.

Bound North - We are taken in tow - Our first Evening at Sea - We arrive at Fortress Monroe - Commodore Guerte Gansevoorte comes on board in James River - We are paroled by him - His Indignation against Mr. Hardinge for flying the English Ensign - The Commodore's conduct whilst on board - Arrival at New York - We go on Shore - I visit Niblos' Theatre - Return aboard and departure for Boston - Love triumphant!

        BOATS were continually passing to and fro between the "Prize," as she was designated, and the Connecticut, with orders and counter-orders, until the proximity of the

vessels grew wearisome. I was relieved to hear that we were about to start, and my pleasure did not diminish when, at 8 p.m., the command was given to get under steam and proceed northward, keeping just astern of the Connecticut, which would accompany us. Heart-sick at the turn that the tide of fortune had taken, I retired to my couch and endeavoured to sleep. But prison walls could not be banished from my imagination, and the attempt was vain.

        The next morning, at daylight, I was aroused by loud hailing from the Yankee cruiser as she passed close to us, ordering that we should "heave to" whilst she sent a boat on board. We presently learned that our destination was to be Fortress Monroe, and that we were to be towed thither behind the Connecticut. Hawsers were passed to us by means of boats, and,

when these tow-lines had been well secured, both vessels steamed ahead.

        It was the second evening after our surrender that Captain "Henry," Mr. Hardinge, and myself were seated together close by the wheel. The moon shone beautifully clear, lighting up everything with a brightness truly magnificent; the ocean, just agitated by a slight breeze that swept over its surface, looked like one vast bed of sparkling diamonds, and the rippling of the little waves, as they struck the vessel's side, seemed but the soft accompaniment to the vocal music with which Captain "Henry" had been regaling us.

                        "Here we sit, and let the sounds of music
                        Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night,
                        Become the touches of sweet harmony."

        Presently Captain "Henry" went forward

on the bridge and conversed with Mr. Hall, the officer on watch. We two were left to ourselves; and Mr. Hardinge quoted some beautiful passages from Byron and Shakespeare. Then, in a decidedly Claude Melnotte style, he endeavoured to paint the "home to which, if love could but fulfil its prayers, this heart would lead thee!" And from poetry he passed on to plead an oft-told tale.....

        Situated as I was, and having known him for so short a time, a very practical thought flitted through my brain. If he felt all that he professed to feel for me, he might in future be useful to us; so, when he asked me "to be his wife," I told him that "his question involved serious consequences" and that "he must not expect an answer until I should arrive at Boston."

        During our voyage Mr. Hardinge was so

kind and courteous that Captain "Henry" took a great fancy to him, and swore eternal friendship to one of whom he afterwards spoke as "the most thorough gentleman from Yankee-land that he had ever met with."

        The morning which succeeded the romantic episode slightly sketched above beheld the Connecticut and Greyhound lying to off the Capes. A fog detained us in uncertainty as to our whereabouts for some time; and, when it lifted, we steamed up Hampton Roads.

        I sat on the little deck aft, watching with interest all that I saw and listened alternately to the captain and Mr. Hardinge as they conversed on various topics. From the latter I ascertained that "Beast Butler" was in command at Fortress Monroe, and from him I could expect but little courtesy.

        As we neared our anchorage, I made out distinctly the grim outline of the fortress, rising in its majesty and strength. I compared myself to the fly nearing the cunning old spider, who was eagerly watching for the moment when it should become entangled in his intricate web.

        My capture had been telegraphed to those in authority. The Connecticut had cast off from us about half-way up the river, and had gone onward to the mouth of the James, where Admiral Lee then was; but the Greyhound, when opposite the pier of the Baltimore steamers, came to an anchor. Mr. Hardinge went on board the flag-ship Minnesota to report. He was absent about two hours, and when he returned we got under way, proceeding up stream to join the Connecticut. Mr. Hardinge could tell me nothing of my probable destination,

and I suspected that I was to be incarcerated in Fortress Monroe - there to remain I knew not how long, perhaps for ever!

        After about three-quarters of an hour we again anchored, this time close by the ironclad Roanoke, Commodore Guerte Gansevoorte, who was acting in the place of Admiral Lee.

        The Admiral was then up the James River, ostensibly for the purpose of fighting the "rebels." But, much to the disgust of his officers and of the Federal naval department (if we may believe the journals of the day), he merely re-enacted the farce of sinking vessels and driving in spikes across the river from bank to bank, to prevent the "cowardly rebels" from doing what he dared not - giving battle.

        Just after we brought up it blew a perfect

hurricane, followed by a drenching rain, which lasted for some time. Such weather was, in itself, sufficiently dreary and discouraging; nor did the sensation that we were dragging toward a lee-shore of uninviting appearance greatly comfort me. I felt, indeed, some pleasure when I thought that the Federals would, perhaps, lose their prize - a feeling which Captain "Henry" fully shared. In this cheerful desire we were disappointed; for, as the captain afterwards remarked, "the vessel was admirably handled by Mr. Hardinge."

        Amid whistling wind and pouring rain an English ensign had been flying from the stern, and the Federal flag, which had been hoisted when coming up the bay, was conspicuous at the fore. This seems to have excited the ire of the Commodore, who, when the storm had passed, boarded

us, with solemn displeasure written upon his face.

        I am positive that I should have had a better opinion of the man had he remained in his own vessel; for I now saw him far from sober. One of the officers remarked that "it was after four o'clock," by way of an apology to the "youngling," as he was pleased to term Mr. Hardinge.

        Commodore Guerte Gansevoorte was not over-polite, and, upon reaching the deck, swore roundly and lustily, d-ing right and left, and was evidently -

                        "As wild a mannered man
                        As ever scuttled ship or cut a throat."

        But then, as it was a wet day, he had evidently been taking something hot within to guard him from the cold.

        When the Commodore approached my

cabin door, I heard Mr. Hardinge say, "Sir, a lady is dressing there. Will you be kind enough to wait? She is my passenger, and I am responsible for her." I had finished, however; and the coloured servant, opening the door, said to Mr. Hardinge, "De lady am ready, massa." On this the Commodore remarked, "Ugh! got to that has it?"

        His entrée into the cabin was truly imposing; for, stumbling over piled-up cotton, he staggered, then slipped, and made his descent and bow at the same moment. His aide, Mr. -- (executive officer, I believe), looked mortified, and seemed somewhat ashamed whilst following in the great man's rear with less of the former's peculiar dignity.

        "So," said the Commodore, "this is Miss Belle Boyd, is it?" Just then Captain

"Henry" came in, and, turning round, he exclaimed, "What! by --!George, old fel-;" then, remembering his official position, stopped suddenly in the midst of the exclamation. I do not remember much of the conversation which ensued, but noticed that the executive officer was sober and apparently disgusted with the conduct of his superior.

        The Commodore at first would not be seated, but did so after a few moments' further conversation. Champagne and glasses were brought in; and he soon became exceedingly communicative, and, with an oath, swore that Captain "Henry" should have a parole extending as far as Boston. Asking for pen, ink, and paper, which I immediately procured, he bade the executive officer write the required parole, and signed it with his own hand. Mr

Hardinge asked for the document, or, at least, a copy of the same; but he would not comply, declaring that "his orders were sufficient."

        As he rose to depart, he turned to me and said, in answer to a request of mine, "You, miss, when you arrive at New York, can go on shore, provided Mr. Hardinge accompanies you. And," he added, attempting some compliments, "I will not enforce a written parole with you, but will take a verbal promise. Don't be at all alarmed - you shan't go to prison." The Commodore then left us. His descent into the boat was executed in the same dignified and gentlemanly manner as had been his entrée into my presence; and I felt very thankful when Mr. Hall informed me that the great man had gone.

        Half an hour may have passed, when a boat came from the Roanoke to inform Mr. Hardinge that the Commodore had ordered that the Greyhound should be brought under the lee of the iron-clad. My heart sank, for it seemed that, after all, he had been playing with us; still more so when, as we rounded to under the Roanoke's stern, I heard the Commodore threatening through his trumpet to blow us out of the water. In his condition he might have done anything; so our anxiety may well be imagined.

        Reverting for a moment to the English ensign before mentioned as flying aboard the Greyhound, I may describe how the Commodore, when he saw it, shouted furiously, "Haul down that -- rag!" Mr. Hardinge ventured to suggest that this was a violation of the law regarding neutral

vessels captured in time of war. To which the Commodore made answer by saying, "I don't want any -- sea-lawyer's arguments!" and he afterwards sent a written order to Mr. Hardinge, forbidding him to fly the English flag.

        As we lay beside the Roanoke, vague threats were made and contradictory orders given. Now we were told to be "off at once," then "not to think of moving at present;" until Mr. Hardinge grew restless at such constant supervision, and, taking advantage of a command to quit the station, steamed away, without waiting for anything more. Right glad were we when the shades of night hid from our view the monster iron-clad, and yet, thankful to Captain Almy, of the Connecticut, who, not being drunk, stopped us somewhat farther down,

delaying our departure for the very sensible reason that a gale of wind was blowing.

        Early the next day a steam-tug from the fortress went alongside of the Connecticut, and the officers, passengers, and men of the Minnie and Greyhound were transferred to her, with the exception of Mr. Pollard, who was sent aboard of us to proceed to Boston. When the tug steamed by, handkerchiefs and caps were waved; and I was afterwards informed that they would have cheered me had they been permitted to do so. Fresh meat, vegetables, and ice (the latter of which we esteemed a luxury, as the weather was very warm) had been procured on shore for our consumption.

        At length we proceeded to sea, bound for Boston, Massachusetts, via New York,

where it was intended that we should touch for coal. I will pass over this portion of the voyage, merely remarking that it was as pleasant as could be expected under the circumstances, and that the officers did all in their power to make things comfortable for us.

        As we neared New York thick fog completely enshrouded the coast, but our speed was not slackened. We pressed forward, often passing vessels so near as hardly to give them breathing room. Part of one night we lay off Barnegat; for the fog had become so thick that the pilot did not judge it safe for us to proceed. But when morning broke a brisk wind sprang up, enabling us to see the outline of Sandy Hook. As we passed on up the harbour the motion became less disagreeable to me, and, a comfortable seat having been placed

on the deck-house, I enjoyed a panorama of sea and shore scarce equalled in beauty by the approach to any other city in the world.

        Off Quarantine we were boarded by the health officer, who, after asking several questions, permitted us to go on our way; and we came to an anchor off Navy Yard. Mr. Hardinge went on shore to report his arrival, while Mr. Hall proceeded to bring the vessel alongside the coal-hulk. When Mr. Hardinge returned in the afternoon the dock was filled with gazers, who, excited by that morbid curiosity exhibited by the world in general, had come to witness, as they supposed, my debarkation. In this they were somewhat disappointed, for everything had been arranged so nicely that not one of the many there assembled knew when I went on shore. A Navy

Yard tug dropped alongside the Greyhound, and, with the assistance of Captain H., I was soon snugly settled in the tug's wheel-house.

        Captain "Henry" and Mr. Hardinge accompanied me. We crossed to the New York side of the river, and landed at the foot of Canal Street. Procuring a carriage, we drove to a friend's house, where I took from off my person the money which I had concealed about me, and the weight of which at times had almost made me faint. This money belonged to myself and Captain "Henry," and was not, as Yankee papers averred, part of the ship's money we had thrown overboard previous to our capture. Captain "Henry" placed our money in the bank, where it was safe from further molestation.

        We visited Niblo's Theatre to witness

the performance of "Bel Demonio." What a contrast did the gay, wealthy city of New York afford at this period to my own sorrow-stricken land! Here there was no sign of want or poverty. No woe-begone faces could I see in that assemblage: all was life and animation. Though war raged within a short distance, its horrors had little influence on the butterflies of the empire city; whilst, in my own dear native country, all was sad and heartrending. We were sacrificing lives upon the altar of Liberty; while the North sacrificed hers upon the altar of Mammon.

        Next morning Mr. Hardinge called for me, and, after having finished my shopping, we returned to the Greyhound, which now lay in mid-stream. Captain "Henry" had gone on board before us, as also had Mr. Pollard. I forgot to mention that this

gentleman had been paroled by Mr. Hardinge for the night.

        For the rest of the time, above four hours, that we remained at New York we were besieged by visitors - old acquaintances, who were allowed to see me. Amongst them were several naval and military officers. About 4 p.m. the pilot came on board, and, bidding adieu to the capital of "Shoddy," away we steamed for Boston.

        The weather was lovely, the water smooth as glass, and the sky cloudless as that of Italy. On each side of us, along the shores of the Sound, were beautiful residences, whose owners, as they strolled over their lawns, or sat smoking on terrace or balcony, appeared to think little, and care less, about the war. We glided past many craft, which lay with white sails that

flapped against their masts. I was melancholy; I hardly knew why. The face of nature wore its very sweetest smile; everything was propitious; yet I was not pleased, and sought the cabin.

        Mr. Hardinge, in a few moments, followed me, and then he repeated a declaration on which I need not expatiate, as it concerned ourselves more than anyone else. So generous and noble was he in everything that I could not but acknowledge that my heart was his. I firmly believe that God intended us to meet and love; and, to make the story short, I told him that "I would be his wife." Although our politics differed, "women," thought I, "can sometimes work wonders; and may not he, who is of Northern birth, come by degrees to love, for my sake, the ill-used South?"

        Then Captain "Henry" came into the cabin; and, when we told him all, he joined our hands together, saying -

        "Hardinge, you are a good fellow, and I love you, boy! Miss Belle deserves a good husband; and I know no one more worthy of her than yourself. May you both be happy!"

CHAPTER VII.

Arrival in Boston - Our plan for recapturing Greyhound frustrated - Captain "Henry's" Escape - How it was managed - Marshal Keyes comes on Board - The Search for the Captain - A false Report of his Arrest - I communicate with him - He leaves for New York - I bid adieu to the Greyhound - My Quarters on Shore - I am paroled for the City - Newspaper Rumours - Mr. Hardinge proceeds to Washington in my behalf - My Mother telegraphs to the Marshal - She is not permitted to see me - Politeness of the British Consul - I write a Letter to the Secretary of the Navy - Am pronounced insane - I am liberated - Mr. Hardinge and his Officers are placed under Arrest - Mr. Pollard is sent to Fort Warren - I leave for Canada.

        WHEN we neared Boston I saw the grim

walls of Fort Warren; and a shudder passed over me as I inwardly wondered if that would be my home. All my bright dreams of "merrie England," of "bonnie Scotland," and of a tour on the Continent, were, for the time, banished. The future lowered dark and uncertain. Had not some good spirit whispered hope, I should scarcely have borne up against these gloomy impressions. But I was still "Mrs. Lewis," and might yet escape: -

                        "For, lo! the heavier Grief weighed down,
                        The higher Hope was raised."

        When we were first captured it had been agreed that, on our voyage north, an attempt should be made to retake the Greyhound.

        The project, however, had been abandoned, not from any lack of zeal, but

from force of circumstances; for Captain Almy had refused to put on board of us our chief engineer and first officer, without whom the attempt could not possibly succeed.

        Another plan, quietly prepared by us previously, and which had reference to the escape of Captain "Henry," had better luck. Whilst we were coming to an anchor off the Boston Navy Yard, and Mr. Hardinge was forward, giving orders to the men, Captain "Henry," Mr. Pollard, and myself were aft, seated in the cabin. I asked the two Yankee pilots if they would join us and partake of a glass of wine. To this they of course assented, and drank freely; for doubtless such wine but seldom passed their lips. I then nodded to Captain "Henry," who, carelessly putting on his hat, and taking his umbrella in his hand, walked

up on deck and went aft, where he stood for some moments. Everything seemed to favour us, for Mr. Hardinge had called a harbour-boat alongside, that he might go ashore to report his arrival.

        Before starting, Mr. Hardinge came to me and asked "where his papers were;" when I replied that I thought they must be "in the lower cabin, where he had been dressing himself." He immediately went down to fetch them; and this was the golden opportunity for which we had waited. In less time than it takes me to write it, Captain "Henry" stepped into the boat, which dropped slowly astern with the tide; and, when Mr. Hardinge reappeared, the captain was safe on land.

        The whole scene was amusing in the extreme to those who understood it, so well

had it been managed. When Mr. Hardinge found his boat gone, he came to the conclusion that the waterman had grown tired of waiting and had pulled off; so, calling another, he stepped into it and proceeded to report his prize.

        In about three hours he returned, bringing with him the United States Marshal, Keyes, and several other gentlemen of position and influence in Boston, whom he introduced to me.

        The Marshal then asked for Captain "Henry."

        "I think he is on deck," I replied.

        Mr. Hardinge went to find him, leaving the other gentlemen to converse with Mr. Pollard and myself. From me, however, they did not learn much, for I sustained the supposititious character of "Mrs. Lewis" with becoming gravity; and

it was not until several days after that they became quite sure that I was none other than the celebrated "Belle Boyd."

        In a few moments Marshal Keyes, followed by Mr. Hardinge, entered the cabin, the Marshal exclaiming, "Captain 'Henry' has escaped!"

        "What!" said I; "it is impossible! only a few moments ago he was here!" and I looked very serious, though all the while I was laughing in my sleeve, saying to myself, "Again I have got the better of the Yankees!" The vessel was thoroughly searched - nay, I believe that it was fumigated, or "smoked," to get the captain out; for Marshal Keyes was "positive" that he was on board - so he informed me on his way to the hotel.

        Captain "Henry's" escape caused much sensation. Detectives, great and small,

were thrown into a flutter of excitement, and the Boston police, whom Marshal Keyes affirmed to be the "best in the world," were all astir that the fugitive might be lodged in Fort Warren. These myrmidons of Northern power were, certainly, not favoured with a very accurate description of Captain "Henry." Some declared that he wore a black hat, others that lie had a white covering to his head; some that his nose was aquiline, others that it was decidedly retroussé. Such contradictions bewildered the police, whose efforts resulted in a wild-goose chase.

        Late on the evening of the escape Marshal Keyes was jubilant over a supposed capture at Portland, Maine, whither he had telegraphed to have any suspicious character arrested. The Portland captive proved to be not the gentleman of whom

they were in quest, but a harmless English tourist, who was, no doubt, much aggrieved at his unlawful detention.

        When the Marshal informed me of the captain's arrest at Portland, I knew that there must be some mistake, and could hardly restrain my laughter; for all this time Captain "Henry" was lying perdue in Boston, under an assumed name. I was well aware of the captain's residence, and through the medium of a friend received several communications from him. In my replies I assured him that he was already as good as free. For two days he stayed quietly at the hotel, and then I heard that he had set off for Canada, viâ New York.

        Detectives had been sent all over the country to intercept him; but it was one of the best managed escapes from the toils of

the "'cute" Yankees that ever took place. Captain "Henry" actually remained for some time at one of the largest hotels in Broadway, where he saw many of his old friends, who, fortunately, did not recognise him.

        Many and various were the reports of this affair that found circulation; but, singularly enough, it was the United States officers on board the Greyhound, and not "Mrs. Lewis," who had to bear the brunt of suspicion, though I was really the one to blame. I was delighted at being a non-suspect, by way of a change, and could thoroughly appreciate the chagrin of Marshal Keyes. He had prophesied that this was a case of capture with which Lord Lyons, at Washington, would not dare to interfere, as Captain "Henry" - to use the Marshal's own words - "was an officer of the

Confederate navy, and therefore not an Englishman." To this view of international law I politely assented, thinking that, if Captain "Henry" could only reach a place of safety, it would matter very little how the Marshal classified him.

        The Greyhound was hauled alongside a wharf, and an immense concourse of people assembled to witness my coming ashore; for it had been telegraphed from New York, and then again from the station in Boston Bay, that "Belle Boyd" was aboard the prize. Marshal Keyes was most courteous, and stated that he had procured a suite of rooms for me at the Tremont House, where I was to remain until my fate was definitely settled. This, he added, would be in a very few days; when he should either have the "supreme pleasure" of taking me to Canada, or the "unpleasant task " of delivering me

over to the tender mercies of the commandant of Fort Warren.

        The public journals were indefatigable in noticing all my movements. The Sunday-morning papers informed their readers that "Miss Belle Boyd would attend Divine service at the Old -- Church during the forenoon." The week-day news-sheets gave notice that "Miss Belle Boyd, in company with her gallant captor, whose sympathies, no doubt, were with the South, were seen out driving the day before;" and, as a climax, the bulletin boards announced that "Belle Boyd had been sent to the Fitchburg Gaol!" Such were a few of the many canards that flew abroad during my stay in the "modern Athens."

        I had been there about ten days, when Mr. Hardinge, fearing that The "Fitchburg

Gaol" story might be but the shadow of a coming event, proceeded to Washington, to procure, if possible, my release. Having letters of introduction to many of the leading and influential men there, he induced them to use their power in my behalf.

        Although I was but thirty-six hours' railway-journey from my mother, who had telegraphed to the Marshal to allow her to come and see me, she was not permitted to do so; and none of her letters reached me, they being probably intercepted. But, if letters of affection were thus stopped, there were, happily, other channels than the postal department by which friendly comfort could arrive. Many Boston ladies and gentlemen visited me, despite the Government spies who hovered about my quarters.

        After being kept in suspense for three weeks, I forwarded, through Marshal Keyes, a letter to Gideon Welles, Secretary of the Navy at Washington, telling him that "I really was Belle Boyd, and wished to go to Canada that I might communicate with my mother."

        The Marshal received a telegram in answer, saying that "Miss Boyd and her servants should be escorted beyond the lines into Canada, and that, if I was again caught in the United States, or by the United States authorities, I should be shot." This was on a Sunday evening; and the Marshal advised me to depart with all convenient speed, as I had only twenty-four hours' grace. I promised to start on Monday, at 5 p.m. It was impossible to go sooner, no trains running through to Montreal on Sunday.

        The "Washington Republican" got possession of my letter to Gideon Welles, and published it in extenso, with the remark that I was "insane," and had been, on that account, released by the Government. For this verdict of lunacy I thank them, if it contributed in any degree to mitigate my sentence. There certainly existed sufficient method in my madness to make me appreciate the advantage of having the promised shooting deferred until they caught me again; and I felt much obliged to members of Congress and others who used their influence in my behalf.

        Mr. Hardinge was sent for early on Monday morning by Admiral Stringham, but he assured me that he would soon return. The day passed by, however, without any sign of him, and I began

to wonder what had happened, when I received the following letter, in his handwriting: -

        "MY DEAR MISS BELLE,

        "It is all up with me. Mr. Hall, the engineers, and myself are prisoners, charged with complicity in the escape of Captain H-. The Admiral says that it looks bad for us; so I have adopted a very good motto, viz., 'Face the music!' and, come what may, the officers under me shall be cleared. I have asked permission of the Admiral to come and bid you goodbye. I hope that his answer will be in the affirmative."

        This was written on board the receiving ship Ohio. Its receipt made me feel very unhappy, for I feared that circumstantial evidence was against Mr. Hardinge, and that, ere long, he would, although perfectly innocent, share with poor Mr. Pollard a casemate in Fort Warren. But suddenly

the object of my thoughts made his appearance. He informed me that the Admiral had allowed him and his officers to be paroled until sundown, and that he had availed himself of this privilege to come instantly to me.

        Mr. Pollard, my fellow-passenger from Wilmington, against whom the Yankee journals were exceedingly vituperative, had on the Sunday morning been conveyed to Fort Warren, and there immured for the crime of being distasteful to those in authority. Suffice it to say of Mr. Pollard's subsequent adventures that he was paroled to the city of Brooklyn, owing to his very bad health; since which I have not heard of him.

        The time for my departure from Boston came at last. The Tremont Hotel was left, and the railway dépôt was reached. Marshal

Keyes endeavoured to make himself agreeable, and was very busy in getting my baggage checked and my ticket taken before the train moved away. The Marshal, I may add, was my courteous companion to the boundary-line between Canada and the United States. With a sad heart I had bidden good-bye to Mr. Hardinge, although I trusted that he would soon rejoin me; and I enjoyed the delightful prospect of breathing free Canadian air.

        Yes, I should be free! Free from prison bars and irksome confinement; but, alas! an exile! Each step towards freedom carried me farther and farther from my native hold; whilst, did I turn back, a heavy penalty awaited me. My father dead, and my dear mother far away! Truly I was alone in the wide, wide

world! And I had left one generous heart behind that I knew would miss me sorely.

CHAPTER VIII.

Arrival at Montreal - Niagara - A System of Espionage still around me - I depart for Europe - Passage across the Atlantic - Arrival in London - I meet Mr. Hardinge once more - Our Marriage - Comments of the Press.

        UPON arriving at Montreal, I proceeded to the "St. Lawrence Hall." Captain "Henry" and his wife had proposed that I should join them at Niagara; but, not having heard from them for some time, I waited till I could ascertain their exact whereabouts. In Montreal I met many

Southern families, refugees, and many Confederate sympathizers. The British provinces were at this time a haven of rest for American exiles - much as England has always been to the victims of persecution on the European continent. I learnt that my friends at Niagara were expecting me, and accordingly set off to join them, the Guards serenading me just before my departure.

        Niagara, with its sublime scenery, I will not attempt to describe. We were stopping at the Clifton House, and from my windows I could plainly see the Yankee side of the Falls. There, lower down, was the Suspension Bridge, offering almost irresistible temptation to cross from Canada to the States. We heard, on good authority, that above a hundred thousand dollars was being expended on the retaking

of Captain "Henry" and myself. Spies were stationed on the bridge to watch and, if possible, to entrap us, should we by chance be foolish enough to venture within their power.

        About a week after our arrival at Niagara we noticed, at the table d'hôte, two very foppishly-dressed men, with thin, waxed mustaches à la Napoléon, and who apparently took great seeming interest in the movements of our entire party. We watched them closely, and were very soon convinced beyond doubt that they were Yankee detectives. Shortly after this discovery we left for Quebec. It was in the morning, about eight o'clock, that we quitted Niagara and proceeded by rail to Toronto, where we arrived about noon. Imagine our surprise at finding the fair imitation dandies, whom we had left

quietly at the Clifton House, watching for us at the Toronto terminus. It transpired that they had seen us going, and had quietly entered another car in the same train.

        The Canadian journals commented severely upon these fellows, and the system of espionage practiced on us whilst we remained in the provinces.

        The brace of detectives accompanied us in the steamer that left Toronto a few hours afterwards, and which plies regularly during the summer months between that place and Montreal. We noticed that they hovered round, eyeing us narrowly; and we determined to ascertain whether it was really our party that they were watching. When, therefore, we arrived at our destination, Captain "Henry" repaired to the Donegana

Hotel, whilst I went to the St. Lawrence Hall. In a few hours I learned that one of these fellows had engaged a room at the same hotel where I was stopping; and, when Captain "Henry" called, he told me that the other detective had taken up his abode at the Donegana!

        When we resumed our journey to Quebec the spies still dogged us. Captain "Henry" embarked at once for Halifax. I remained some time in Quebec, previous to sailing for Europe; and when, at length, I quitted the American shores, one of the spies endeavoured to secure a passage on board the same vessel! The Canadians, however, detesting his odious calling, insisted that he should be denied this opportunity.

        My trip across the Atlantic was, on the whole, favoured by calm weather and a

smooth sea; so that I did not suffer much from my enemy the mal de mer. Off the banks of Newfoundland we were, to make use of a nautical expression, "tied up" for more than a week by the fogs, amid fields and bergs of ice. The latter I had never before seen; and I gazed upon their majestic grandeur with feelings of awe and amazement. So near, at times, did we pass them, that it is no wonder that I felt somewhat nervous; for, had we struck, it would have been instantaneous death to us all. While crossing the banks we encountered a fearful storm, and for one entire night the steamer rolled and plunged with the force of the waves like some living creature.

                        "It was midnight on the ocean,
                        And a storm was on the deep!"

        But the storm in our case, though violent, did not last long. More moderate weather soon came, and the passengers felt greatly relieved.

        When, after entering English waters and passing up channel, and my feet touched the ground once more, I. thanked God for our safety. I remember for a long time after, in imagination, I could hear the whir-r-r, whir-r-r of the screw, the creaking of blocks, the flapping of sails, the hoarse, uncouth cries of the sailors, and the clear, distinct voices of the captain and his officers.

        Arrived in Liverpool, I remained there for some days at the Washington Hotel, and then proceeded to London. I soon ascertained the address of Mr. Hotze, the Confederate commercial agent, to whom I had had letters of introduction from the

Secretary of State. I reported to the Confederate States Commissioner that the despatches intrusted to me at Wilmington had been destroyed when the Greyhound was overhauled, that they might not fall into our enemy's hands.

        This report terminated Belle Boyd's connection with the Southern Government for the time being.

                        "So from the scene where death and anguish reign,
                        And vice and folly drench with blood the plain,
                        ....I turn!"

        Mr. Hotze gave me a letter that had been left with him until I should reach London. Upon opening it; I found that it was from Mr. Hardinge, informing me that he had come to England, but, not being able to learn my whereabouts, had proceeded to Paris, in the faint hope of finding me

there. I was deeply touched at this new proof of his honest attachment, and immediately telegraphed a message to him, stating where he would find me in London. Gentle reader, you can, perhaps, imagine for yourself how joyful was our meeting, and in what manner a courtship which had in it much of romance was at length happily terminated.

        Our marriage took place on August 25th, 1864, and journalists were pleased to treat the world to some portions of the romance in which we had taken part. The English press was friendly in its tone, but certain Yankee editors became marvellously indignant at the news, and even now they are subject to periodical returns of indignation.

(Le Moniteur Universel de Paris.)

"UN MARIAGE A LONDRES.

        "Mlle Boyd est à peine âgée de vingt ans, d'un caractère très-doux, douée de grands avantages personnels, et liée par la parenté avec quelques-unes des plus influentes families du Sud. Il paraît que les scènes de la guerre, dont elle était témoin, depuis ces dernières années, avaient développé en elle une énergie et un courage qui se rencontrent rarement chez une femme.

        "Les courses à cheval, au milieu de la nuit, à travers marais et forêts, jusque dans les lignes de l'ennemi, d'où elle rapportait aux généraux du Sud des renseignements d'une importance immense, forment le thème de nombreux récits autour des feux de bivouac dans toute l'armée confédérée.

        "Elle était tombée entre les mains des fédéraux, mais un jeune officier lui donna les moyens de s'échapper

et la suivit dans sa fuite. C'est lui qui, après l'avoir accompagnée en Angleterre, vient de lui donner sonnom.

        "Dans quelques jours, le jeune époux doit repartir pour les Etats confédérés, où il va s'enrôler comme simple soldat. Ceci a été une des conditions du mariage exigées par la fiancée comme preuve du dévouement de son époux à une cause qu'il combattait dernièrement encore l'épée à la main.

        "Le mariage a été célébré sans aucune pompe, mais ensuite un élégant déjeuner préparé à l'hôtel de Brunswick, rue Jermyn, a réuni les jeunes mariés et tous les confédérés de marque et de distinction actuellement à Londres.

        "Dans l'après-midi, les deux époux sont partis pour Liverpool, oùle futur soldat du Sud va s'embarquer pour les Etats confédérés. On assure que les autorités fédérales ont mis sa tête à prix."

(Morning Post.)

formerly an officer in the Federal naval service. The marriage attracted to the church a considerable number of English and American sympathizers in the cause of the South, anxious to see the lady whose heroism has made her name so famous, and to witness the result of her last captivity, the making captive of the Federal officer under whose guard she was again being conveyed to prison. Miss Boyd, it will be remembered, is the Virginian lady who, during the terrible scenes enacted in the Valley of the Shenandoah, rendered such essential service to General Stonewall Jackson, by procuring for him information of great value as regards the position and condition of the Northern forces, and who signalized her devotion to the cause of her country by so many other services. Capture and imprisonment did not damp her adventurous and patriotic ardour, as she was twice immured, once for seven months, and once for ten months. She was again seized, and, while on board a Federal vessel, on her way to the North, made the acquaintance of Lieutenant Hardinge, with whom, having crossed the Atlantic, she has entered into the bonds of matrimony. Mr. Hardinge needs no excuse for the step he has taken in renouncing his allegiance to the Federal cause and espousing the fair 'rebel,' whom he has now sworn to love, honour, and cherish. Though, in obedience to the wishes of his father, he served for some time in the Federal navy, in

which service he rose to be lieutenant, his Southern sympathies were notorious in the North, where it was well known that he had long tendered his resignation, which Mr. Secretary Welles refused to accept; and thus he was forced to continue in a Service which he would gladly have renounced long since. Though more than suspected of Southern sympathies, he kept his word when he promised the executive of the Federal navy that the name he bore - a name which had descended to him from a long line of ancestors in Great Britain and America - should not be disgraced, and proved his readiness to perform his duty on many occasions.

        "The bride was attended to the altar by Mrs. Edward Robinson Harvey, the bridegroom by Mr. Henry Howard Barber, and the marriage service was read by the Rev. Mr. Paull, of St. James's Chapel, in a manner which deeply impressed all present with the solemn nature of the contract entered into. Amongst the friends of the bride and bridegroom, and of the Confederate cause, who attended were the Hon. General Williams, formerly United States Minister at Constantinople; the Hon. J. O'Sullivan, formerly Minister from Washington at Lisbon; Major Hughes, of the Confederate army; Captain Fearn, Confederate army; the Rev. Frederic Kill Harford (who gave the bride away); Mr. Keen Richards, of Kentucky; Mr. Henry Hotze, Mr. C. Warren Adams, Mrs. Paull, Madame Cerbelle, Mr. Reary, &c.

        "At the conclusion of the ceremony the bride and bridegroom and their friends proceeded to the Brunswick Hotel, Jermyn Street, where a choice and well-arranged breakfast was partaken of, and at a fitting moment, towards the conclusion, Mr. Barber, in a most eloquent speech, proposed the health of Mr. and Mrs. Hardinge, eulogizing the services the lady had performed, and prognosticating that the bridegroom would soon win fame in the service on which he is about to enter. The toast, as may be anticipated, was received with much delight, and was replied to by both bride and bridegroom, who expressed their acknowledgments to the many friends they had found in this country. The toast of 'The Queen' was afterwards given by Captain Fearn, who assured the English portion of his hearers that her Majesty was greatly revered in all parts of the Southern States of America - an assertion which was most warmly corroborated by all present, who were qualified to speak from experience. 'President Davis and General Lee,' and many other toasts, followed in due order, till the growing hours warned the bride and bridegroom that it was time to depart for Liverpool. Mr. Hardinge purposes in a few days to leave for the South, whither, in spite of the blockade, he intends to convey a goodly portion of the wedding-cake, for distribution amongst his wife's friends."

        The journey referred to above was taken by my husband very shortly after, for the simple purpose of communicating with my family in Virginia. Its results will be shown in the following chapters, in which he will tell his own story.

CHAPTER IX.

Lieutenant Hardinge's Journal - Arrival at Home - A Surprise - A silent Breakfast - Visit to Martinsburg - A pleasant little Excitement - A Negro Welcome - "Miss Belle's Husband" - A Portent - A Sailor's Superstition - Capture - Poor Pat in the Toils - A high-bred General - Lieutenant Adams - A Yankee Provost-Marshal - The Guard-house - - The Restaurant - A Guardsman - Ordered off again - Arrival at Washington.

        LAST November it became necessary for me to quit the tranquil shores of England, and make, much to my disgust, a trip across the Atlantic, rendered doubly disagreeable

to me by the fact that I was parting for an indefinite period from one whom I loved fondly - my wife, and to whom I had been married but two short months. *

        On the Monday afternoon after my arrival I left Boston and proceeded to New York, where I arrived about 11 p.m., and put up at the New York Hotel. I did not sleep here, however, but went over to my mother's residence in Brooklyn almost immediately.

        Gaining admittance to the house, and being, as you may suppose, thoroughly conversant with its internal arrangements, I mounted softly on tip-toe to my parents' room and entered. My father, aroused by

the noise I made - for floors and doors will invariably creak at such times - called out as I opened the door, "Who is that?" "Martin," I replied; for I wished to surprise them as much as possible.

        As soon as I had lit the gas I turned upon them and said, "Mother, how do you do?" For the moment she was struck dumb with astonishment, but the next she was in my arms, pressing me to her heart as only a mother can who loves her son devotedly.

        We sat for a long time conversing upon many topics - my wife, my future prospects, &c. About three in the morning, however, I left her and retired to my brother's room, who was at the time absent in Boston on business. I do not know why it was, but I felt like a stranger in a strange land; for my heart was with you, over the ocean in merrie England.

        All the rest of the night I sat framing a letter to you; and it was late in the morning, just as the faint glimmering streaks of dawn were flashing up from the east, and the distant hum of the city was becoming more and more audible, that I threw myself, tired, weary, and heartsick, on the bed, and fell asleep to dream of you.

        Sleep, did I say? Ay, the sleep that the dog enjoys in his kennel. I think it was about nine in the morning when my mother awakened me. I sprang to my feet, and, hurriedly completing my toilette, descended and entered the dining-room. There was very little said - a monosyllabic breakfast, one of those dismal feasts where Death seems to reign supreme. With me it was soon over; and that same night I was en route for Baltimore, bound to

Martinsburg, which I reached, after much delay and detention, after having enjoyed the nervous excitement of running off the track only twice, about 6.30 in the evening.

        Here I was subjected, with the rest of the passengers, to a strict examination by the Provost-Marshal of my passes and travelling-bag; but finally, after a quarter of an hour's delay, I was allowed to go on.

        After passing several sentries and two barricades, I at length found myself at your mother's house. I did not announce my name to any one; but one of the girls rushed up to me, and, after gazing intently at me for a moment, flew out of the room.

        Whilst I was revolving over in my mind this inexplicable, to me, scene, she returned, and, half laughing, half in doubt, said, "You's Miss Belle's husband, isn't you?"

I of course assured her that I was. She again disappeared, but returned accompanied by the whole sable household, who, crowding round about me, welcomed me to my home, inquiring affectionately after you, and evidently much disappointed at not finding that you were with me.

        Greatly to my chagrin, your mother and sister were at Kennysville, about ten miles distant; but Mrs. G., who could not help shedding tears when she knew who I was, welcomed me as a son. All that evening we sat conversing together; and when, at last, I retired to sleep, it was in your own room; and, as I entered in at the door, I uncovered my head and thought of you.

        This was your room; here you had been held a prisoner and had suffered the torture of an agonizing doubt as to your fate. Here lay your books just as you had

left them. Writings, quotations, everything to remind me of you was here; and I do not know how long a time I should have stood gazing about me in silence, had it not been for my reverie being disturbed by the little negro servant, who broke the silence by saying, "No one's ever sleep in dis room since Missy Belle been gone - missus says you're de only person as should."

        So, when I retired to bed that night, and "Jim" had been dismissed from further attendance upon me, I lay for a long time thinking, looking into the fire, that glimmered and glared about the room, picturing you here, there, and everywhere about the chamber, and thinking of you sadly, far away from me in England - the exile, lonely and sad.

        About midnight I fell asleep, and was only aroused from my slumbers late

the next morning by Jim, who was making the fire. When I had finished dressing I sat down near the fireplace. I hardly know what persuaded me to do so; but, if you will recollect, on the evening that we parted from one another you placed upon my finger a small diamond-cluster ring, * telling me that there was a peculiar charm attached to it - viz., of forewarning the wearer when in danger by dropping or being taken off. Without thinking, I did the latter.

        Now we sailors are somewhat addicted to superstition; and I must confess that I felt a nervous apprehension about myself, which did not leave me despite the endeavours that I made to allay my fears. I told Mrs. G. of the circumstance

when I met her at breakfast, and she laughed at my credulity; but so firmly was I impressed with the belief, that I already began to feel that I was doomed - a marked man.

        And I was. At half-past five - having previously procured a pass - I left for Baltimore; but at Monocacy station I was - judge of my surprise - arrested and kept confined all night under guard as a deserter. As a prisoner, I was of course searched; but, finding nothing upon me, the officer commanding told me that I might retire for the night.

        "Where?" I asked.

        "Oh! on the floor, by all means," was the response, accompanied with a horse-laugh.

        The next day, at my earnest entreaty, I was sent to Point of Rocks, where I was treated more like a dog than a human

being; but, fortunately for myself, I was sent on to Harper's Ferry, under a guard of Irish emigrant soldiers, who were far kinder to me than their officers. During the journey they gave me a long history of their wrongs, asserting upon oath that they had been entrapped by the oily tongues of Federal agents in Ireland, who had given them gold and promised them a farm, and two hundred pounds apiece more in gold upon their arrival in the United States, if they would only emigrate for the purpose of tilling the land out West. Upon their arrival in New York, however, they were locked up as prisoners - not allowed to see any one - and were only, after an imprisonment of over three weeks, set free, their liberty having been purchased by their becoming Federal soldiers.

        They were also promised eight hundred

dollars bounty and three months furlough, which they had never to this day received, although they had applied for it from time to time; for no sooner had they taken the oath of allegiance than they were sent to the front.

        At the conclusion of this narration, which they swore by the "Holy Vargin" was truth and nothing more or less, one of them informed me that they had orders to shoot me if I was impudint to them even. "But we won't do it, me bye," they chorussed; "and, if yees says the word, we're yer min to cut over the border with yees."

        This, however, was an utter impossibility, for the country was full of Yankee cavalry, looking after Mosby and his men; so I declined their proffered kindness, much to their astonishment and fright, for they

begged me for the love of Heaven not to expose them. This I faithfully promised and kept; and, as I bade them good day, just before I was conducted into the presence of General Stephenson, one of them remarked to me, sotto voce, "Be my sowl! young fellow, it's too bad to see ye in this condition, when ye ought to be afther mountin' into a saddle."

        When ushered into General S.'s room, the General, a grizzly, gray-haired, bearded man, scanned me closely for a short time. After enduring this a