The Yazoo City Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 183?-1840, 1839-07-19
MISCELLANEOUS.
The Soldfer,s Son.

| By MRS. DUMoNT, or YEVAY, INDIANA.
Shall I take your baggage, sir" said an
intelligent looking boy to traveller, who
had just landed at one of our eastern cities
ssMy servant takes charge of it, replied the
gentleman, but struck with the peculiar in
terest of his countenance, as the boy retir-
Led he threw him piece of money. The
boy looked at it with hesitation, and his pale
cheek redeemed TO crimson. Picking it up
at length, he approached the traveller with
an air of embarrassment. ssExcuse me, sir,
sought employment, not alms." s'True
my little Don," said the gentleman, laugh
| ing, 'but you will not return so very a trife
on my hands?' The boy stood moment in
silence. His young spirit evidently Eecoil-
ed from the idea of approaching the humili-
ating gift, and he remained twirling it in
his fingers. There was an expression Of
mingled haughtiness and gratitude in his
rough features, and his slender form assum-
ed all the irregular attitudes of indecision.
At this moment beggar approached them,
and his countenance frightened. "Permit
me-" he said, gracefully boWing to the ira
weller, sspermit me to transfer your bounty"
and presenting the unlucky coin to the
uutAADlC lLSJdully OISopPC0ACQs
This little incident made strong inn
preston on the mind of the stranger, and
two days afterwards he distinguished the
elastic figure of the boy among group of
laborers. Pleased at again seeing him he
Immediately approached him. "May ask
your name my young acquaintance 30 he in.
quired in tone of kindness. ssAlvah Ha.
milton," replied the boy, and he still con-
tinued to apply the instrument oflabor with
diligence. Our traveller, whose name was
Courtney. looked at him with increased in
terest. The extreme beauty of his counte-
nance, its marked expression Of high and
noble feeling strongly contrasted with the
coarseness of his dress, and the rudeness of
his employment. 'tHaVe you parentsm in
quired Mr.. Courtney. 81 have yet father.
He is worn out soldier, sir, of the rcvolu-
tion," and the boy applied himself to the
task with an intensity that seemed intended
to prevent further interrogation. The tez
nacious Courtney, however, was not TO be
shaken of. "Do you live with your faith
ers'' he continued. 'Certainly, sir" "And
whereof The boy pointed in silence to a
decayed and miserable looking dwelling. -
Mr. Courtney sighed. A keen November
blast. which at the moment whistled round
him, told the inadequacy Of such shelter.
"A soldier3S he mentally exclaimed. s'and
perhaps his blood has been she'd to secure
the rights of those who Tevel in luxuryP
A few hours afterwards he knocked at
the door of the shattered habitation. IF an
interest in the father had been awakened
BY the son, it was at once confirmed by the
appearance of the old man now before him.
He had raised his head slowly from the
staff on which it had been leaning at the
entrance of the stranger, and discovered a
:ountenance in which the lines of sorrow
ind suffering were distinctly traced. Still
here was something in his high though fur
owed brow that told his affinity with the
proud Alvah, and the ravages Of in6rmitv
lad not yet altogether robbed his wasted b
orm ofsthe dignity of the soldier sWill Fl
the.intrusion of astranger?' said 81
VIZ. Courtney. & have been led hither
merely to chat an hour with q revolutionary
teteran. sHe who comes to cheer the soli-
ude Of darkness must be welcome, said the
I'D man. As Mr.. Courtney perceived that
le was utterly blind, the scenes Of the reYo-
ution furnished an easy clue to CONVERSE
ion, and they chatted without effort. 81
would, said Courtney, that every one who !
ssisted ii our glorious struggle might indi-
idually share the prosperity il has confrn-
d to our nation. fear, however, there
re many whose blood even has cemented
be proud fabric Of our independence, that
re themselves left in want and obscurity.
True said the old man, The decayed sol
Ter whose strength vas wasted u The cons
let has but ne for liimsel hope; but /
rust bis posEerity will reap Tie harvest Be
as sown lou have son, said Court