Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-03-24

ed to be too strong for her to express; she
bent her head over me and her tears stream
cd upon my face. i folded my arms about
her neck and wcpt aloud---After little time
she set me on my feet again and said, come
don't cry my dear, let US 60 into the house.
BY this time ! got composed enough TO ask
her, what noise it was ! heard while was
standing near her. She turned towards
the course it came from, and said---it is the
cannon at York, that our countrymen and
the English are firing at each other---l
asked her what they were fighting for -
She said our countrymen were fighting Tor
the rights and liberty Of our coustry, and
the English were trying to make US there
slaves that they might take away from US
any thing we have whenever they want it.
From that moment hated the English,
and tho' do not like bearing malice, l
hope Mr. Old B you will not accuse me OF
uncharitableness, and confess that to this
day the impression that was made on my
mind has never intirely gone off---but what
[ wish you 10 take notice of, is, that 1t was
then for the first time in my life, when that
scean passed between me and my mother,
that felt in my heart the love Of my coun-
try; and am sure it will always rename
in my heart as long as there is drop Of
warm blood in it.---And if you can have
patience, old Mr. B with my tedious way,
you shall see how my mother, my good ex-
cellent mother, cherished and strengthened
by all means in her power the love OF our
country in the hearts of her children.
My mother mentioning of yorktown,
and what heard her say in her prayr, made
me think of my father. As we walked
towards the house, asked her "where
was my lather?" She stopt short and look
ing back towards York, said with melal'-
choly voice but very firm, He is there
where we heard the roaring of the cannon. 4"
Is he fighting for his country, SAID L? Aye
said she, that he is, and he will fight brave
Iy too---My tears flowed again, and my
heart swelled with love for my country.
After little, asked her, when will my ia
ther come home? She said as if she did
not know that she spoke to me--perhaps he
will never-She stopt and then said, hope
he will come home soon, my son. by
this time we got near to the door; my
mother wiped her eyes and then mine, and
we went into the house.
But alas, my father never came home
again--In a few days afterwards, some OF
the naighbots who had been down to York
came up and aud brought the news, that
my father was killed by musket ball in
storming some Of the out works that our
men took from the British-The distressing
news was too true.
But good old Mr.. B. this letter is too
long but could not help it-I have wrote
tow for you before and burnt them because
they were too long, and this is longer than
them both, and | have not got fully to the
main points that wished to inform you of,
and to ask your opinion about--That is,
about Our loving our country, which don't
think our people are any way remarkable
for, but on the contrary are wanting in it.
And about the people in general III our
state having but TOO little learning, and a
great deal less think than they might have
if things were managed to the best advan-
tage, and they had as great desire for it
as am sure you think they ought to have,
from what you have said IN some of your
peaces-But you shall see what | think
about these things in my next, which if you
can spare time to read it shall be short-no
more at present, but yours,
JOHN TRUENAME.