Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1834-03-13

| like torrents Of death on the waving
plumes Of our devoted band, to ex.irpats
our name from the annals Of Scotch he
roism. Then, then, in the hour Of peri
and Of death, the genius Of our country
burst forth ihro' the darkness Of despair
like the first flash Of the young sun upoI
the earth, when God said "Let there bs
light. ."-as the Scots Greys flying Il
our aid, raised the electric shout "Scot
land forevorw scotland for ever"-
returned our tartanic clansmen: "ScOt'
land for ever!" reverberated as from the
hearts we had left behind US; and "Scot
land torever!" re-echoed "Victory"-
1t was a moment Of inspiration and oI
triumph. Forward dashed our highland
heroes, fearless as their fathers, resist
less as our mountain cataracts! The
proud steed and lis mailed rider quailed
at the shout. Home and its world OF
unutterable joys-yes, home and the
. lair bosom that would welcome its hero;
glory and the spirit Of our iathers-al
rushed upon our Imagination at the sound.
II was moment Of poetry, patriotism,
and of inspiration-oi poetry felt by all,
except the wretch,
"Who never to himself hath said.
This is my own, my native land"
"Heavensn' added he, starting to his
feet ard grasping his staff, as the enthu-
siasm OF the past gushed back upon his
soul, "to have joined in that shout was
to live an eternity in the vibration Of a
pendulum"
In few nome nts the animated soul
that gave eloquence to his tongue, drew
itself back into the chambers Of human
ity, aud, resuming his seat upon the low
wal, he continued:
81 left my old regiment with the pros.
pect Of promotion, and have since serv-
ed in the West Indies: but have heard
nothing Of my father-nothing Of my
molher-nothing Of her lovc!"
While he was yet speaking the grave
digger entered the ground. He ap-
preached within few wards Of where he
sat. He measured of a narrow piece Of
earh-it encircled the little stone which
the soldier had thrown out to mark out
the burial place Of his family. -Convul.
siOns rushed over the features Of my
companion; he shivered, he grasped my
arm-his lips quivered-his breathing
became short and Ioud-the cold sweat
trickIsd from his temples. He sprang
over the wall, and he rushed towards the
spot.
Mani" he exclaimed, in agony;
"whose grave is ihat?"
"Hooi! AVA wi ye," said tho grave
digger, starting back at his manner,-I
'whatna a woy is that to Cliff body;
are ye daft"
"Answer mel" cried the soldier, seiz-
ing his hand: "whose grave-whosc
grave is that"
"Mercy me !" replied the man Of death
eye are surely out O. your head; it's an
auld body they cad Adam Campbell's
grave. Now, are ye ony thing the
wiser for spierin"
"My father" cried my comrade, as l
and clasping his hands to-
yelher, he bent his head upon my shoul-
1er and wept aloud. /
l will not dwell upon this painful
scene. During his absence, adversely
lad given the fortunes of his father, to
he wind, and he had died in humble
cottage, unlamented and unnoticed by
he friends Of his prosperity.
AT the request of my fellow traveller,
accompanied him to the house OF
Two Of three poor cottagers
at around the kre. A few white hairs
ell around the whittier face Of The deceas-
ID, which seemed to indicate that he died
rom sorrow rather than from age
The son pressed his lips to his fathers
:heek. He groaned in spirit and was
roubled. He raised his head in ago.
", and, with voice almost inartic ulate
With grief, exclaimed in9uirissly, "My
nother:"
The wondering peasants started to
heir feet, and in silence, pointed to
owly bed. He fastened forward-he
ell upon his knees by the bedside.
"My mother!-O my mother?" he ex-
claimed, edo not you, too, leave mel
Look at me--speak to mel am your
,wn son-your son Willie--have you
90 forgot me, mother?"
She, TOO, Fay upon her death bed, and
he tide Of life was fast ebbing, but the
emembered voice Of her beloved son
|rove it back for q moment. She open
ID her eyes, she attempted to raise her
eeble hand, and it fell upon his head
She spoke, but he alone knew the words
hat she uttered, they seemed accents Of
Mingled anguish, Of joy, and of blessing.
For several Ainutes he bent over the
ed, and wept bitterly. He held her
vahered hand in his; and as we ap-