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Text for Page 079 [03-25-1862]

	The Burnt Village of Hampton.
general (whom I saw in 185 disporting himself
at Newport, Rhode Island.)   Once a charming place,
a Virginian Beaufort, it appeared now only so many
heaps of brickwork, dismantled walls and fire-
places, with tall chimneys sentinelling the desolation.
It was fired at night by Magruder�s oder, just
as the inhabitants were going to bed, the incendiaries
knocking at the doors or windows, telling the house-
holders to turn out, and then applying the torch.
In once case a nephew did this to his uncle�s dwelling
half an hour after he had been entertained there,
possibly with the owner�s consent.  Some burnt
their own houses.  Most of the residents
went to Norfolk and there was a subscription raised
for their benefit throughout the South.    I never
saw a more suggestive picture of the results of civil
war.    You could perceive the vestiges of train gardens
with rare plants and box-bordered walks; these
and the trees, just budding into spring verdure
formed a marked contrast with the heaps of black-
ened and ruinous brickwork.      Most of the houses
stood apart; the place was of some extent.            Ar-
riving at the church, (the oldest Protestant one,
they say, with one exception in the United States)
we find it a mere ruin, open to sun and air,
everything wooden being consumed. (The bricks
were brought from Europe.)        Soldiers were strolling
about, idly enough; we had passed               
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