The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1829-09-24
From the Boston Journal


always respectable and always pure. we
.,r,ays look first for some of The editors
r-,e,,v. and we are seldom disappointed ~
our eynectat ons Of indiDg somethingworth
reoainS. The following relates to very
;n,eresti.r portion of our history, and CON-
,ncmorntes a name, which we think has
been too much neglected.
This young man was n student IN Yale
Colle0e when the Revolutionary Struggle
conmenced. He left his studies for the post
ef DANGER ;and though not twenty years OF
.oe WAS appointed Captain Of a company
in the regiment Of Col. Knowlton. After
the British had obtained possession of Long
island, General Washington considered II
of the utmost importance to obtain inform
zion Of their strength and intentions.
Caotain Hale offered himself q volunteer
for ,his hazardous service. lie passed in /
disonse to Long Island, examining every
part of the British army, and obtained the
best possible information respecting their
situation and future operations. In his at
tempts 10 return, he was apprehended, car
ried before Sir William Howe, and the
proof Of his object was 80 clear, that he
frankly acknowledged who he was, and
what were his views.
Sir William Howe at once gave an or
der TO the marshal to execute him the nex'
morning. The order was accordingly ex
ecuted in most unieehng manner, and by
as grea, a savage as ever disgraced hu
manity. A clergyman, whose attendance
he requested, was refused him; bible, for
moments devotion, was not procured
though, he requested it. Letters which,
on the morning Of his execution, he wrote
10 his mother, and other friends, were de-
stroyed; and this very extraordinary reason
was gi,en by the provost marshai-"that
the rebels should not know they had man
in their arry who could die with SO much
fifmnoss -
Unknown to all around him, without
sinole friend to offer him the least conso.
Intion. thus fell as araiable and promising
Young man as America could boast, with
this as his dying observation" "that he on
Iy lamented he had but one life TO devote
10 his country"
10 the memory of Andre, England has
erected magnificent monument, and be
slowed on his family high honors and llber-
nj rewards.
To the memory Of Hale, no. stone has
been erected, nor an inscription, to pre-
serve his name from oblivion. - Hannah
.fdams' History Of .Ne,o England.
DEATH OF THE YOUNG VOLUNTEER.
Died he as the soldier joys to die,
When the banner he follows is waving high,
And from voices, whose tones he remembers
we'll,
I,ondly the chesrs OF triumph swell,
bTiIl yictorys shout on the free breeze floats
lie hath caught its sound, mid the Wild war
notes,
One fash Of hope, his eyes grow di m.
T,c land be hath served viii remember him!
Died he as the patriot prays To rost,
His Ipb,rs all crnwh'd and his country blest.
Garrulous ago, his echo Of fame,
Rencating the proud and cherished name
While the spirit of youth, like charger STIR
Bv,the clarion's swell at ,h glorious word,
Thirsting for danger, and spurn'9g at rear,
Hounds to fellow his heros career
Tie died. bnt not on the battle plain,
Wbcrc lauyels are froshensd with crimson
rain,
Nor the rolling drum, nor hfes shrill tone
Nerved him to s,ihe tho low death groan;
Nor the clasp ola comrade his cold hand 'hr''
led.
And babe his heart leap ere its pulse was still
led.
That n message ofove from his lips sh ould be
borne
To tic fond friends who never might greet
his return.
IIe died and his memory passed away,
Like the rainbow CLEAN from The torrent
spray;
And nc or at his countrys high triumphs was
heard
His name, that should be the signal word,
When from lcarning's halls, and bowers o.
mirth, -,
Young Genius at Freedoms call, starts forth
And vc read in tho fearless flashing eye,
lie comes to the battle TO do or die!
He died AND twas by tho foeman's hand,
But not like n soldier, by ball or brand,--
A Felon's fate was his fearful doop!
Ye, gather young howrs TO deck his tomb
Spring's earliest buds--they shall omblems b'
OF the hopes that woocd him To victory
Obtipht they shonc but there came trown
And his sun in its morning light went down
And he died, and his death wa. bitter one
For taun,ing foes wero gazing on;
lie heard their scorn on his love land poured
Yet his fettered hand could not grasp hi
sword.
He stood boneaih the fatal tree,
And cascd on his cord undsuntcdlyl
II there came d pang, II blanched not u
check
And irthe wish they had mocked, he disdnir
cd to speak.
Hc died when the war cloud was ga'herin
fast
when havoc and horror were borne on u
blast
But sure to the martvr of freedom is given
A glance Of tho future when ripe for hea