American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1822-10-22


Is your name Mark KERR" 4" Yes--that is
my NAME" "Were you at Yarrow-F Ford when a
prisoner was rescued and soldier murdered ~
. was--but did all | could to save that soldier s
life" I" You wolf, you manged his throat with
your own bloody fangs-but we have traced you to
your den, and the ghost of Hugh Gemmei, who
was as pleasant either with lad or lass any boy
that ever emptied cup or had TALL upon heather,
will shake hands with you by moonlight by and by.
You may meet either in the church-yard down by
the Loeb, where youI canting Covenanters will
bury you, or down at Yarrow-Kirk, where Hugh
was put to bed with the worms, IN his red coat,
like soldier as he was. By the Holy God oil
Israel-(is not that a lump of your own slang y
this bayonet shall drink a stoup of your hearts
blood.'
Mark Kerr knew, in moment, that there was
no hope of life. He had confessed being present
on the occasion charged against him; and SEN
tence of death, which angels intcrcesson could
not have got reversed was garng in the eyes OIL
all the soldiers. Each man seemed to kindie into
fercer fuzzy as he caught the fiery eyes around him
Their oaths and excavations exasperated them all
into frenzy and wild and perturbed sense Of JUS
tice demanding explation OF their murdered com
rade's blood, made them deaf and blind to every
ihius out the suggestions of their irra ed and
infamed hearts A horrid sympathy possessed
them all and hey were as implacsbe as a herd oil
was no mercy in any one face there, else Mark
Kerr would have appealed to that man, for his life
now sweet and precious, and it was hard thing
10 die. I" know his face. He is the very man that
stabbed Hugh when he down with his own
bayonet. flow do you like that, sirrah ?'-and one
of the soldiers thrust his long bayonet through
Marks shoulder till the point was seen at his back,
and then drew it out smcared with blood and re
turned it to its sheath, with grin OF half guted
blow and sat down, nearly fanting, upon the seat
where few minutes before his bride had leant her
head upon his bosom. But he uttered noa word, *
kept his eyes fixed, not reproachfully, but some
what sadly and with faint expression OF hope, on
the men who seemed determined TO be his execu-
TONERS. The pain, the sickness, the sudden blast
ing Of all lis hopes, almost unnamed his resoIute
heart; and Mark Kerr would have done much
to save his fe,-snd something, perhaps, even at
the expence Of conscience and Faith. But that
weak mood was OF short durauon, and the good
and brave nan oraced up his heart to receive the
doom Of death.
Meanwhile one of the soldiers had entered the
sheang, and brought out Christian in his grasp.
loud shout Of laughter and scornful exutation fol-
lowed. =" Ho-ho-my Heath Cock, you have got
your bonny hen !--Catch covenanter without his
cOmfort.-ls your name Grace, nv bonny BARN ~
Christian looked around, and saw Mark sitting pale
blood She made no outcry, for grief, and pity
aud CONSERVATION, struck her dumb. She could not
move, for the soldier he'd her in his arms But she
looked in tine ruian's face with such an imporine
countenancc that unconscousy he let her go, and
then she went up toering to poor Mark, and with
her white bridal gown wiped off the gore from hi,
breast, and kissed his cayey and quvering lips
She then ran to the spring that lay sparkling among
lis eresses within few yards Of the shealing, aud
hr0 tirrbf hanI al IS rcIl -
led tenderiy over his face. The human soul is a
wild and terrible thing when inAamed with cruelty
and revenge. The soldiers saw little more in all
ihis than subject for loahsome scuf rilty aud fe
Yocious metriment; and as Christian looked wildly
around upon them, one asked, Are you his sister
his cousin-or his drab 20 " Oh! soldiers--sol-
dlers--l am his wife-this blessed day was | mar
ried 10 him. 1t any OF you m irrled men, think
OF your wives now at home-re member the day
shey were brides, and do not murder US quite--f,
indeed, my Mark is no already murdered.'' "Come,
come, Mrs. Sweetlips, no more whinng-you shall
not want a husband | will marry you myself and
SO | daresay will the SERGEANT there and also the
corporal >ow you have had indulgence enough
So stand back bit and do you good Master Pale
face, come forward and down upon your marrow
bones." Mark with great difficulty rose up, and
knet down as he wa, ordered
He had no words to say to his bride nor almost,
did he look at her-so full was his soul OF her
image and Of holy grief for the desolaon in which
she would be left by his death. The dewy breath
OF ner gentle and pure kisses was yet in his heart
and the happy signs of madenly tenderness were
now to be changed into groans Of incurabIe despair
Therefore it was, that he said nothing as he knet
down, bu his pallid lips moved in prayer, and she
heard her name indistincty uttered between those
OF God and Christ.
Christian Lindsay had been betrothed to him for
several years and nothing but the fear of some ter
rlbe evil like this had kept them SO long separate .
Dreadful, therefore, as this hour was, their souls
were not wholly unprepared for it, although there
is always miserable difference between reality and