Constantine republican. [volume] (Constantine, Mich.) 1836-1838, 1838-05-02

Of heaven, as il it were too painful sight
for her 10 behold the carnage that bestrew.
ed the tle-feld of Lundy's Lane. The
loud believing of cannon, and the sharper
rafting of musketry, we're heaw no more.
Lundy's farm was no longer NE scene of
hurried movements, rapid advances, desper-
ate charges, and quick retreats; for the
contendng armies were no where TO be
seen. The affrighted herds had never re-.
turned to their wonted pasture, but both
glade and upland were pleniifuly tenanted
with the wounded, and the dying, and the
dead. There was also profusion of bro.
ken and useless arms along the skirts Of
the forest, and in the direction of the sum.
NIT Of the open plain, where a few field pie.
ces had been planted, and which still re
NAMED on the ground. Some of them
were, however, disabled, some turned, as
it were, pointing in the direction of those
who had deserted them; while others re.
NAMED shotted, and ready to pour forth des-
truction upon whoever mightapproach them;
but the late contending parties were gone.
II seemed rs if both armies, equally weary
Of the conflict, had simultaneously retreated,
the Americans acress the Chippewa river,
and the British to their encampment on
Queenston Heights. The night wind
moaned mournfuly through the torn foil
age Of the forest, and mingled with its muir.
murings were heard the groans and suppl.
cation of the wounded and the dying; the
roar of the mighty cataract was heard more
as if in mockery Of those whose
parched lips would soon be lvid in death,
but who could yet hear its loud rumbling,
and gladly would have give all that in this
world they ever possessed, for one single
draught of its pure but Implying waters
Happy were they who heard it not their
suffering were over; but many, yer many,
there were,' that must weller in their gore,
until after the morning sun should have
tinged the tall pine trees with splendor and
beauty.
The morning came, and the sun arose in
unclouded glory, as if TO exhibit more fully
the destruction which had been wrought
during the preceding night. Lundy's farm
was one scene of desolation and death =
The ripening crop which had gladdened
the husbandman's heart, for they promised
a rich harvest, were entirely swept away.
The fences were all thrown down and lev.
eled with the ground, and the farm build.
ings were perforated with thousand bul.
lets. The farmhouse was again occupied,
not with the affrighted family, for they had
not yet ventured 10 return, but with the ad.
vanced guard Of the British army, come,
not to slaughter, but to save they had re.
turned to administer relief 10 the wounded.
and to dig graves for the fallen brave
Never is the British soldiers generosity
more conspicuous than AFTER hard fought
battle; for it is then he treats his vanquish.
ed foe as he would an unfortunate friend,
sharing alike with each those kind offices
and attention which situation and circum.
stances admit of; and that was day TO
tax his best feelings, for there was no lack
of objects to claim his sympathy and aid.-
On no part of the field of battle did death
appear TO have been measured out so rro-
digally, as in that part of the woods where
the British cannon were, at the first onset
observed to play; for it was through this
grove that the Americans advanced to the
attack, and after repeated charges valor-
oasly made on the British lines, even to and
past the lannon's mouth, as repeatedly fell
back on this fated ground, charged, in turn,
by our own troops into the dark bosom Of
the forest. Here, at the head Of the pur.
suing party, fell, MORALLY wounded, the
young and gallant Moorsom. Brief, but
brilliant was his path to glory the bloom
of youth had but barely ripened into man.
hood when this last of his many battles en-
ded his mortal career. Near him lay
stretched in death the commandant Of a
brave brigade Of Americans. who, like a
trusty soldier, had been the last to retreat
before the advancing foe. They sleep in
the same grave, which was dug for them at
the foot Of tall acacia tree, which, though
wounded and rent by many cannon ball
ION that fatal night, will survive for yet un.
numbered years, and annually give forth its
fragran; and grateful blossoms as tribute
in memory Of the virtue of those who slum-
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