Wilmington expositor. (Wilmington, Del.) 1831-18??, 1831-09-23
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the ondon Court Journal.
A SCENE ON A BATTLE FIELD,


4 SCENE ON A BAL LIE r1ISLD,
AFTER A VICTORY.
AS specimen Of the graphic manner IN
which the author tells his story, we lay before
our readers the following striking. scene, pre-
missing that it occurs after sanguinary battle
between the rival parties of Hooks and Kab-
bleiaws. the latter of whom were the vlctors,
thouph the former were aided in the hight by
a regiment of English soldiers sent to espouse
their cause, which was that of Jacqueline
against the usurpation of Philip OF Burgundy.
The slaughter was great. and the English hav-
inc suffered even more than the. other con-
tending parties, one of the survivors, Seton
by name, was left at large. that he might assist
in burying the dead on the field.
"Sefton passed on in this way over several
that were bodies of friends and foes, either I'M
known to him, or so disfgured by wounds and
death, as to be doubtful in the imperfect light.
Again he paused, stopped down closely to a
new object, and then exclaimed. what! Eth!
can it be? by the road, it isl Poor Thorlsby!
dead and gone, and thy blue noes already
bleaching white in the northeast breeze! 4
veteran Of Judgment and candor Well anc
wisely didst thou speak this morning OF the
cross-bow, and here has the bullet from an en-
vious arauebus gone through thy breast A
double portion of covering shalt thou have
old boy, in honor of thy rank and thy keel
knowledge of arms
"As he stuck his spade into the hard earth
low moan close beside him told him that lit
was not yet extinct in some body hard by
This was common sound. and he had alread,
heard hundred similar ones, without suffer
ing his attention to be arrested. He therefor
went on with the imperfect burial OF his oil
friend but, at every stroke OF the spade, a re
newed moan and murmured word of invo
cation came from one among the heap of DO
dies.
.How odd this is = exclaimed he, at ever
stroke on the earth a voice seems to come from
it, as though it groaned from pain. Who cal
it be that thus murmurs, like the ghost OF tn
graveP
"'Jock Seton" family uttered the voice.
60 The Lord pardon men cried he VIII
was thus apostrop hized; the saints pray fc
me! the angels be my speed Is King Richard
ghost indeed raised up to punish my havin
called on him?
ellis knees knocked together. his teeth cha
tered, the spade almost dropped from his hanc
and lie sat down on the nearest heap of carcas
SEES, crossing himself the while.
". Iesu Maria, save me = exclaimed he il
stantly, on being thrown fairly over on hi
face. by a sudden heaying of the heap. 'Hol
ST. Jude! is the dead beginning to riseP
"'Jock Seton, Jock Seton, pull me out c
this horrid place. hear your voice. mul
INJURED a faint sound,
SIS Aha! why, there's some reason in tina
said Seton, reassured and following the SUI
gestion of his good-nature; nov that ye ia
like Christian man, be we who ye may, l
lend hand for your relief. Who are youi
No answer followed.
':'Why don't ye speak, comrade! Ha
died outright. in that last struggle, which fur
me face to face with old Serjant Thorlsb
What's thy name?
STILL no answer was given. though groa
of every degree of agonized utterance fill
the air in various directions.
$50 God preserve me, this is awful work
exclaimed Seton, looking round, and seeil
no living thing, but the few dim-looking gray
makers, an occasional horse wildly rangeii
about. or some struggling crows and raven
already attracted by the anticipated banquet,
IS Awful work indeed! how horrid it is
stand ihtrcnched in corpses, and to feel one
feet dabbling in cold blood? There's no use
staying here longer to night, my own lin
are stitching now, and my jaws t@el hard S
as if l were one of the dead, I'll cen lea
this cursed spot, where, one bv one eve
comrade Of mine has fallen. St. Jude! its
terrible thing to think that all but myself,
the dozen hale men, sergeant corporal and pr
Yates, who danced mad round this mornil
in the guard-tcnt, are gone to their last accou
unshrived, and with all their sins like a Graz
med full canvass knapsack, on their bac
EY Mary. see them safe to Heaven"