The Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1822-1829, 1825-03-22

pened to be too high, had piled up TO
. aud on.
lie bore the inanimate body mp
on his shoulder, from the scene Of
carnage; but, being unable, thus
loaded, to keep mp with his compan-
ions, n shot from the pursucrs tcrmi,
mated his life, when the main body
Of the retreaiing army were out Of
danger.
/" Some friends WIN knew us,
passing Immediately after. thought
they discovered, in me, signs Of re-
turning life, and by their means, I
was conveyed 10 tho hospital"
by this time the little auditors
were in tears, and even WARREN
was awile forgotten, in admiration
Of the fidelity of the Irish Soldier.
My father, though a brave man,
and soldier, wept--and though the
lapse Of twenty years has presented
new and varied objects to my mind,
| am not ashamed that n kindred
tear has biotted the page that records
his story.
Recovering his usual compcsure,
and addressing himself particularly
so me. my father thus continued
" What follows is an example of
female heraism and tenderness, which
II recorded on the page of history,
might form n counterpart TO the sto~
ny Of the Roman Mother, who died
from the effect Of joyful surprizer
when her son, whom she thought
dead, was restored to her arms.
4" My mother received the news
that her darling had fallen in the
battlc--but she shed nota tear.
Her son had done his duty, and
what more in these times Of peril
could virtuors mother desire ?---
Agrccably To the primitive custom Of
our fathers, the whole family appear
ed at church ON the next sabbath
lClothed in hablliments OF sorrow,
and in the note, which the minister
read for the deceased. was an express
sion of triumph, that he had fallen
for liberty.
" The next morning, as my mo-
ther sat by her window, intentIy
watching some little shrubbery,
which the hand other departed child
had planted, she discovered through
the vista of the trees which cmbow-
cred our peaceful dwelling, a litter
slowly winding along the road.
"lhe hope Of being able to afford
relief TO a wounded soldier, drew my
mother TO the little gate that sepa-
rated our cultivated lawn from tho
highway.
"Wlll you stop and rest ?" said
she to the man who conducted tho
litter" We go no farther" was
the reply. She heard no morc---tho
truth flashed upon her mind, and she
tainted.
"Long and tendsrIy was I nursed
by that heric woman, and though she
sympathised in every pain felt, she
never breathed regret for the part
| had acted and when | was again
able To join my regiment, she min.
glcd with her parting blessings a
fcrvcnt prayer, that all her children
might prefer death to slavery"
Such was my fathers tale---couId
/ hear it, and ever forget that aim
a soldiers daughter? Never, never.
Recollcctions of patriotism are i'm,
pressed on every page Of my exis-
tence, and sentiments Of freedoms
entwined with every fibre Of my
| heart.
Sadly as the tenor of my days has
passed. aud sorely as the storm Of
sorrow has beaten on my head, there
are hours when the tide Of impetu-
Gus feeling rushes back to the scenes
of my infancy and friends, in retra-
cling the lessons Of parental love, a
kind of half oblivion to my cares
Then it is that the spirit of my ia
Their gloWs with undiminished ardour
in my bosom, and it is my pride and
boast that | am
SOLDIERS DAUGHTER.
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GERMAN PRECEPT.
Dctcst ayarice and ostertation.--