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importance and circulation ? It is too of the Magazine. The very first leader, early to answer these questions. But to which we have alluded, was simply a it is not too soon to estimate the prob- very long and very dull sermon upon able value of the enterprise to the liter- the Union, which, aiming to be neutral ary, political, social, and moral educa- and save all sides, simply took one side tion and elevation of American readers. with lumpish complacency; and, under

The most obvious fact in the survey the protection of the most venerable is, that Harper's Weekly occupies the commonplace, entirely avoided the point same relative position to the heb- of the question. It seemed as if that domadals that Harper's Monthly did to article were the draft of a Castle Garden the magazines. It is better than the report, which had been rejected for its other weeklies, but in the same direc- hopeless heaviness, when its topic was tion. The difference is one of quality, timely, and had been now resuscitated not of kind. It is simply a Saturday to do duty as a universal pacificator. illustrated paper, with a digest of news, Now, in any country of decided opineditorial comments, stories, literary crit- ions, not to have an opinion is to be on icisms, personal scandal and gossip, and one side. For instance: whenever any facetiæ. All these departments are thus question, like that of slavery, has introfar fairly filled. The summary of news duced itself into every interest and into is admirable. It is a compendious cur- all thoughts, as it has undeniably done, rent history of the world. The notices if a northern newspaper or magazine of books are pointed and emphatic; but always ducks and dodges, or, with an air little space is allowed to them. The of calm superiority, straddles the fence tales are of two kinds—the sentimental by preaching platitudes or abstractions, and the horrible—which are the two it is clear enough to common sense that most popular varieties. The jokes are it prefers silence or smiling to the possiof the kind usually called Joe Millers, bility of alienating the support of a cerand the best comic illustrations are tain class. It calls itself neutral, or nontaken from Punch. Its lighter cditorial committal, or universal. It claims to articles, or comments and observations be above party and to go for the whole upon society, indulge in personalities country, which are all admirable things not very adroitly concealed; and the to be and to do. But, it is quite beyond attempt at humor is sometimes more argument, that, in the present juncture conspicuous than the success.

The of our affairs, to decline to take a deheavier editorials are beyond question, cided position with one sentiment, is to of the very heaviest kind of newspaper take a most decided stand with the writing; and it is a signal proof of the other. And, just in the degree that the intrepid resolution with which the jour- reticence is obstinate, the contempt for nal is conducted, that it survived its it is profound. very first leader. The illustrations, as This is the paralysis of Harper's yet, are not very many; but they are Weekly. In the war of the roses it well executed, and the typography of thinks that white is a good color, but the paper is very handsome.

then it thinks red is a good color, too. Such is a fair account of this new It is sure that a great deal may be said weekly periodical, which commences for white, but then it believes there is with more chances of pecuniary success much to be urged for red. It is conthan any weekly ever undertaken in vinced that white is rather rash; but America. The business facilities of the then it is confident that red is too imeminent publishing house under whose petuous. It is sure that white is right; auspices it appears, secure to it an ex- but then it is equally sure that red is tensive circulation and support; while not wrong. The side which such a view the knowledge of the general popular takes is patent. It is simply its own taste, so obviously displayed in the con- side-the side of offending nobody-the duct of the Magazine, will do equal ser- side of not exciting warmth of opposivice to the Weekly; and the liberality tion, but only a gentle smile of derision. of the management will attract and For every reader of the paper has bis satisfy the most various talent.

opinion of the subject it discusses, and But it seems to us impossible that, in he sees that the effort of the editor is, a country of intelligent and decided without knowing his opinion, not to ofopinion, an opinionless newspaper should fend him. do more than amuse an hour. Already Whenerer unanimity of public opinthe spirit of the paper is manifestly that ion may be assumed, then Harper's

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Weekly cordially agrees with the public. But Walker is a hero “who enlisted In the matter of city government, every- for a dynasty," although the captain body interested is sure that the city had just said that he might triumph ought not to be governed by the re- without “ damage to the cause of unimote rural districts; and it is charming versal democracy," and Prince Arthur to remark with what edifying emphasis and the Chevalier Bayard are summoned the Journal of Civilization leads off to offer an indirect homage to “ an article upon that side. In the matter of nation- of our own time;" and all this, because al government, on the other hand, things it is not quite safe to call William Walker are not so unanimous, and the good a vagabond, in view of the recent elecjournal wriggles, with'all Macheath's tion, and of the fact that he has a large facility, and none of his brilliancy, be- sympathy among certain political classes. tween the two charmers. So, in the The simple truth, as the history of the matter of William Walker, the valiant last two years has abundantly shown, is, Captain Harper Macheath wisely shifts that Walker is an inefficient pirate, all his own responsibility upon the fu- whose career is unillustrated by a single ture historian." That individual it is noble act or generous aim, who has proswho “ will see" and "will say." His tituted the American name and cause in history “will proceed," and this and every way, and who has directly caused that circumstance will be “ leading more horrible suffering than all the last events in history.” Speaking for him- thousand murderers who have been justself, the captain thinks Walker the ly hanged. Captain Harper Macheath “ most enterprising of the Northmen," chin-chins to the public, announces that and an “audacious gentleman," and " his “constant devotion to the principles hero,” and proceeds to state“ how mat- of right and justice shall win the approters stand," which he humorously tells bation of the wise and the good," and us is not so easy, considering the then asks, of an adventurer who is appamanner in which truth from Central rently as much fool as he is knave, “Who America is manipulated. In this delight knows how soon he may replace the lauful strain of persiflage he treats the rel of the hero for the diadem of a whole matter. The famine among Walk- king ?”. er's men is touched with appropriate We have said enough, certainly, to humor. Henningsen “had been caged show our estimate of the probable value by Belloso in an old church of our lady;" to American literature, politics, and

a wag might characterize” affairs in morals, of the new enterprise of Har: some waggish way, and "we,” Captain per's Weekly. Like the magazine, it Harper Macheath, in estimating these will follow, and echo, and shirk; but odds, sit by, watching the struggle very whoever believes in his country and its much as the ancient Greeks looked on at constant progress in developing human the Isthmian games of their day.” liberty, will understand that he has no

Precisely; but how, if all thoughtful ally in Harper's Weekly. But, as a reand hopeful Greece were taking part in pository of pleasant, various reading, of the game ? No leader or intelligent par- sprightly chit-chat, and safe, vague, and ticipator in affairs, such as every Amer- dull disquisitions upon a few public ican newspaper, which treats such topics, questions, it will, probably, live long, must be, by its very nature, can occupy and be widely sold. What we have said that remote position. It is obviously is with mortification, that, in the youngtaken bere in order that nobody may est, most hopeful, most favored, and think, on the one hand, that Captain most generally intelligent country in the Macheath is a filibuster; and, on the world, a weekly journal should be startother, that nobody may think he is not.. ed with every auspice of permanence, Quitting his persiflage, he safely calls aiming only to be the organ of the cirLouis Napoleon “a sometime vagabond cumlocution office, and show, with all the of the St. James's street hells,” because imposing respectability of the bald and the captain knows be may say what be benign old patriarch, how not to do will of him and nobody will be offended. it.




eyes of Justice Curwin. “Good even,

sheriff,” said he, holding up three or JOHN BO WSON svas far from

being four folded papers before Willard's face. the man in Salem

Four new come nearly idiotic with superstition commitments. We shall soon root out and terror. "Plenty of others were daily the evil, at this rate." growing wild-eyed and haggard. Nor “ Master Curwin,” replied Willard, were these sufferers all, like him, in speaking in his usual slow way, but with their own dwellings; many of them a tone of grave, collected resolution, groaned in prison. Week by week the “I've done!" earth opened under some one's foot- “Done what ?" asked the other, with steps, and let him sink into those cells a stare of haughty amazement. which, as yet, seemed only the anto- " I've done committing!" persisted chambers of the grave. All, who came the sheriff—a glow of excitement steal under trial, were condemned; and all, ing over his usually quiet, slow-thoughtwho came under condemnation, perish- ed, but kindly countenance. ed. A prosecution, at this period of • Why, what d'ye mean ?” said Curthe dreadful drama, was like hydro- win, perplexed, but growing indignant. phobia-so inevitable was its deadly “Are you marshal and deputy-sheriff, termination. And, while those spirits or not? Have you taken the oaths, or. in prison waited for the sure coming of not ?" death, their bodies were galled with " I've been marshal and deputysuffering. The Salem jail measured sheriff, but I've done being so," reonly thirteen feet high and twenty feet sponded Willard. “I've taken the oaths, square; yet, through all the hot sum- but you may just take 'em back agen. mer months, its narrow cells were cram- I've bloodied my hands enough with med with captives. Their board was your commitments.” charged them at two and sixpence a Explanations and arguments followweek; they could not complain so much ed, which ripened into a loud and angry of its cost, as of its quantity and quality. altercation, and ended by Curwin stalkThe shackles, on the contrary, were ing away, with the papers still in his good, but rather expensive; the set hand, and a flush of wrath on his thin, which garnished Martha Carrier, stood aristocratic countenance. her in fourteen shillings.

All the while the dispute continued, On the last day of June, five women, a fair, mild-browed young woman stood some of them church-members, were just inside the open door, unobserved, led before the court, and, a few days but listening to everything. When the after, were carted to Gallows Hill. imperious justice bad disappeared, she John Willard helped those women, one came out on the step, and put a tremafter another, from the cart to the gib. bling arm around Willard's neck. “Ob, bet; put the rope around their necks; John," said she, “ I'm afeard! Won't felt them sob against his shoulder; saw they do aught to you? Don't stay them vibrate in their ultimate agony: here, John." and went home sick, to the bottom of " I've the fastest horse in Salem, his soul. He sat on his door-step, Betsy; and I feel better in my conafter supper, with his head between his science now," he replied. hands, and counted over those whom Some moving figures loomed up the he had carried to prison, until the woe road through the twilight; and, catchful muster-roll reached forty. “That ing sight of them, she drow him huris the last,”

he muttered; “I've done riedly into the house. my part. Witches or not, the blood The next day, just after dinner, as of forty souls is enough for John Wil- Rachel and Margaret Jacobs sat knitlard !"

ting, they were startled by a tramp of He looked up at the moment; for he borses' feet on the sward' in front of heard his gate swing briskly open. the cabin, which came so suddenly, that There was the tall, thin, dignified form, it seemed as if some demon-riders bad high features, and cold, steady, gray alighted to earth from a passing cloud.



At a loud, harsh call, of “Halloo- which Rachel put on her arm; and, the house! " Rachel opened the door, thus charitably freighted, set out, and saw two horsemen, one of whom through the murmuring wizard woods, was our thick-set, bull-necked friend, for the village. On reaching the little George Herrick. “Lass," said he, jail, she was surprised to find Teague without further salutation, “is yer fa- Rooney pacing up and down before it, ther home?"

in the dignity of sentinel! Instead of “ No, sir," she answered, “ he is gone lounging at his post, as a New Enga-fishing.'

lander would have done, he held him• Seen John Willard bereabouts ?" self as straight as a ramrod, kept his he continued.

enormous duck-gun at a perpendicular, She told him, no.

and marched back and forth, in straight “Hear'n anybody go by here a-horse- lines, with a stride of absurd stiff. back last evenin', or airly this morning ?" was his next question.

Why, Teague !” said Rachel, "how Rachel said that she had heard no. came you on guard ?” thing:

“ Och, murther, Misthress Rachel ! "That other woman hear'n any- the crame o' the mornin' to yiz !" rething?” he continued, leaning over his plied this native Emerald. “Ön guard, saddle-bow, and peering into the cabin is it? Deed, an' I was put on guard. at Margaret Jacobs.

Ye must know that the thrain-band is “No-none of the family had heard gettin' slapey, wid all this night-worrk anything."

and day-worrk; not to mintion, that “S'pose you know me?" he said, some o' them is within. So they takes looking Rachel full in the eyes; “ I'm most anybody that comes to hand, for sheriff and marshal now-Sheriff Her- the business; an' I was mighty conrick. If you've seen anything, or vaynient for 'em, ye know. An' so, bear'n anything, you must tell me." here I am, howldin up a gun-barrl as

Rachel again assured him of her utter weighty as a barrl o' cidher, an' much ignorance on the subject of his in- dhrier!" quiries.

“ What's become of John Willard ?" He gave a dissatisfied grunt, and, she asked. bidding his comrade “come along," “Bedad !" said Teague, “ an' that's rode off at a trot.

jist what all Salem is askin' itself, with“ Dear me !" said Rachel to Mar- out gettin' much of an answer. But garet, “I wonder what's gone of Sheriff there's shupayrior raysons, misthress, Willard ? I hope they are not going for belayvin that he's made away wid to commit him. He's a good, kind himself. man, if he is sheriff. Are you afraid to “ What! killed bimself ?" exclaimed stay here alone, Margaret? I wish Rachel, with a look of horrified amazeyou were not. I want to go to the vil. ment. lage, and find out about Sheriff Wil- “No!" said Teague.

“ He needn't lard."

throuble his head about not bein' kilt Margaret loved Rachel to that extent, soon enough. But it's ginerally supthat she was willing to suffer any amount posed that he's run off intirely. Surely, of fright, to do the girl a pleasure, and 'twas a mighty stbrong timptation for she, therefore, declared that she was him so to do, whin they wanted to quite able to stay in the cabin alone; stbretch his neck for him!” although she resolved, in secret, to lock “What I have they found him guilty, the door, shut the windows, in spite of too ?" asked the girl. the heat, and read the Bible, until Ra- Begorra, misthress, an' they havn't chel's return. Horse-shoe there was found him at all yit, guilty or innocent; done, to guard the threshold from though I belayve they're doin' their best witches ; she had nailed one there once, to thry. Anyhow, they've scotched the but Master More had angrily torn it little eldher, which must be a great conup, and thrown it away.

solation to 'em." “There are those roasted pigeons," " What little elder ?" said Rachel. observed Rachel; “ father won't care, " There is no little elder." if I take them to Martha Carrier."

Oh, yis, misthress; the little one as So, balf a dozen of the birds pres

staid wid us whin the first coort was; ently nestled in a clean Indian basket, Eldher Warren, or some such name,'



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explained Teague "Sure, an' he's in corner, raised its head, but made no there as safe as Moses in the bulrushes; other anywer, although Rachel advanced but not so comfortable, though; they're to it, and sank down on her knees too many in a bed, already; an' to-mor- among the straw by its side.“ Martha, row he goes to Boston."

it's Rachel More; don't cry. Oh, how “Elder Burroughs—you mean Elder sorry I am for you,” she said, and be. Burroughs !” exclaimed the girl, in wonder.

“I never cry," replied the woman, in “Yis, that's the man; Eldher Warren a cold, hard, monotonous voice. Raor Eldher Burroughs; I knew it was chel continued to sob, without speaksomething as partained to rhabbits,” re- ing, and presently the prisoner seemed plied the Irishman.

moved by this sympathy; for she “Oh, Teague, let me go in,” said Ra- reached out her hand, and laid it softly chel; “I know Elder Burroughs, and I on the girl's arm. “Come nearer to want to give these pigeons to Martha me," she said; “I can't move easily ; Carrier."

I'm chained by the feet." Wait a bit, misthress," replied Rachel crept close to her, and put her Teague ; “I'll get ye intrance, if any's arms around the neck of the desolate to be bad."

creature. " Oh, Martha ! you have toDisappearing through the low door friended me, and I can do nothing for way, he presently returned, followed by you,” she whispered. “Yes, though ; William Daunton, the jailer. That im- I have brought you some pigeons ; here portant official looked rather sulky, but they are, in the basket.” brightened up at sight of Rachel's hand- • Dear Rachel, you make me cry,". some face. He examined the basket to murmured the poor woman. “I thought see that it contained no instruments of I never would cry again. I said I never sorcery or jail-breaking, and then told would let these people make me shed a the girl to follow him. By

By an enor- tear, nor ever open my lips to one of them mously thick oaken door, studded with again. But you are not of them, and I spikes, through a short and Darrow pas. am glad you have come. Where is my sage, paved with cobble-stones, and then little girl?" through a second doorway, as strongly Rachel told all she could about Sarah, guarded as the first, she passed into a without, as she thought, hurting the cell of the Salem prison. The building mother's feelings. was divided into two apartments, each “ But Sarah has witnessed against about nine feet in breadth by eighteen me," said the prisoner; "tell me about in levgth; the one occupied by men, the that." other, which Rachel now entered, by “I hoped you hadn't heard of that, women. A little light fell through a Martha,” replied the girl ; and she went single small window, placed ten feet on to relate, in as gentle terms as posabove the floor, and rudely but strong. sible, the scene of the deposition, and ly grated. Seven beds, some of them the subsequent troubles of her uncle, more heaps of straw, occupied nearly taking care, however, not to mention the entire floor; and on each bed sat or the whipping. “Poor thing !” observed lay the form of her who was to lie there Martha, quietly. “They have talked it until the cart should carry her to Gal- into all that. It doesn't know what it lows Hill. Three or four anxious faces says. It doesn't understand.” looked up, and there was a dull clank She burst into a hysterical laugh at of chains when the door opened, while the trials of Deacon Bowson; but, after a dark figure rose from a kneeling pos- a little while, she became grave, and, ture, near one of the pallets, and, after putting her mouth close to Rachel's some' whispered words of farewell to the ear, said, in a low whisper: “Noyse prisoner who occupied it, came toward has been here. He asked what I said the visitor. She recognized the mild to you. He wanted to pray with me. old Higginson, who bade her a kind I spit at him. Promise me that you good-morning, and then passed out in never will marry him. Promise! That silence. The girl trembled as she heard is little punishment enough." the portal jar, and the key grind in the Rachel promised solemnly, and, we heavy lock behind her. " Is Martba may be sure, with the most bearty sinCarrier here?" she said, without mov- cerity of intention. In a moment after, ing. A sitting figure in the, furthest Daunton opened the door, and called :

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