The Litchfield County post., 1828-12-18
LTTCHFTEED.
ORIGINAL TALES.
THE ROXAEIsT. TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.

whose head the frosts of sixty winters had fell, to fine locking young man appa- renly about twenty-five, as they stood in the piazza of beautiful mansion in the village of -, in Vermont, eff thou canSt so far forget the wrongs of thy suf- fering country, as to unite myself with the daughter of one who is base recrean and traitor to that country; and act in such direct violation of the feelings of thy father, as to form connexion with the family of his most bitter and inveterate en- emy. I had rather follow thee to thy grave than consent to such an union." "Recreant! traitor!" replied the other, with warmth, if such are the terms that you apply to one wko maintains the right of the mother country to govern her colo nies, then call me by both those names.- But whether your cause is based on jus tice or not, all your attempts to resist the authority of the British government, are like the endeavors of d flee to overcom an elephant.''
 "My son." said the old gentleman, in a calm but firm tone, ''cast your eye abroad throughout the whole of these colonies, and you see them united as the heart of one man. The little Till of popular ex- citement has swelled into mighty stream, rolling onward in its resistless course, and overthrowing all opposing obstacles. The people are awakened to sense of the righteousness of their cause, and like a lion aroused from his slumbers by the ap- proach ofan enemy, they will go forth in their might against the Invader"
 "Nonsense !" answered the young man eff you can convince me that pigmy is an overmatch for giant. then may be brought to place some belief in your fool l ish -"
 "When son treats his father with dis respect and contempt" replied the old gentleman, interrupting him, with digni- fled yet determined calmness, 'and tries to thwart the will of his parent in every possible manner, it is time that they should part. I Twill furnish you with the means, so that tomorrow ysu can depart for Bos- ton, and from thence proceed to England, where you can stay till this political tenn pest has swept by. The avowal of your sentiments not only gives me extreme pain, but will also render you obnoxious to the friends of freedom, and endanger your own safety. Besides, I hope you will forget this foolish love affair during your absence: consent to the match ne- yer will"
 "Then you lose your son forever," said the youth; "to-morrcw, according to your request and my own wish, will de- part for England ; and if am so fortunate as to arrive there in safety, never more will set foot upon the shores of this ac- cursed land."
 Colonel Francis was a man in afflucnt circumstances, and blessed with all tho bounties which Heaven could bestow.- His wife had died early, and left him with an only son to mourn the irreparable loss. Owing to the infant and imperfect state of our literary institutions, he had thought it best to educate his son in England. As a matter of course, he imbibed English doc- trines and prejudices, and came back a thorough Englishman in every thing but birth. The American colonies were at that time ripe for revolt against the moth- CT country. Petition after petition had been presented to Parliament for a redress of the grievances imposed upon them by the tyrannical acts of the British govern ment, but to TO effect. At length the smo,hesed flame broke out. Colonel Francis was among the foremost of the fearless few who first breasted the current of power which opposed them. But pulp lie sentiment, like the rolling snow-ball, constantly gathered strength, until it be- | q |