Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1840-07-14

justice to knew contributor to its pages
when 1t awards high praise to his commu
nlcatIons. Take, for example, the sub
joined sketch, brief episode in the wri
ter's story, occurring soon after an af1ec.
tionate description of the death Of his mo-
Their. 1t IS touching instance of the force
of human sympathy, in the bosom of child
| hood:
Zone Saturday afternoon, as | loiterec
in loneliness around my desolate home, nv
sorrows overcame me; my heart was rea.
dy to break. 1t sweIed and overlooked
and gushes Of grief overwhelmed me. A
length, took my way down to the bury
ing .ground. 1t was a little gore of mead
ow land. between two hills. On each side
of it there was brook; the two presently
Joined their waters, and flowed away to
the westward, between the woody ridges.
1t was only the family burying place, but
the green hillocks covered a plat about six
ty feet square. There was no vcstigc of
a fence around it, and no monument wa
there, except broken piece Of gray stone,
at the head and foot of each grave, and an
old oak tree of primeval growth, which
marked the head of the grave of one of
our pilgrim ancestors. Under that tree he
had been laid down, and his children for
several fruitful generations had been gath
cred like the leaves around him. Many
an afternoon have been with my mother
under that tree, when the pilgrim seemed
to me TO have been Contemporary Of Abra-
ham. | had looked on that grave while
my mother had told the traditions, and
dwclt upon the virtues Of that good old man.
Often had seen her by his mothers grave,
and now there was his own by its side; and
the grass was growing over both alike
| sat down and gave myself up to grief
There was a path through the
woods on the opposite hill, and little girl
coming along that way with basket on
her arm, stopped and looked at me. Pre-
sently she came down over the brook, and
stood by NE. took no notice Of her;
wished her to go away; but she remained
standing near Tor some time; and at length
she lifted up my hat brm and looked down
into my face. She was kind, affection
ate looking girl. She took 4 rose from her
my face down without regarding II, she
placed it in my button hole. She kneeled
down on the grass, and taking all The flow
ers from her basket, evidently the gather-
ing Of whole morning, she selected the
prcttiest and offered them to me by the
handful. took them, looked al them, and
laid them down, and then she took them
and stuck them in my hat band, and III my
bosom, and every button hole, until | was
decked as gaudily as a butterfly. 1t was
impossible not TO feel the influence of her
simple Establishments: and by degrees she
won me from sorrow. smiled and at
length even laughed; and we played about
on the green slope the whole aiternoon.-
At last, when it grew late, she
took up her basket, and went over the
brook, and away, as she came. The sun
was Just going down; his slanting rays lin
gered on the gentle bluffs along the valley;
and the bright waters blushed beneath the
glowing chances of the departing god of
day. Little birds were futtering about in
the quiet scene; and robin on the hillside
filled the air with liquid notes, and revelled
in the gushing melody Of his evening song.
| arose with a freshness and vigor Of feel
ing to which | had long been a stranger
| mounted the hill and looked round on the
landscape, found it wearing the beauty
of my happicst days. | Icaped the stone
wall, and hurried home, once more a light
hearted boy; and from that afternoon | was
almost as cheerful and joyous as ever"
lT0ly Pitcher. AT the commencement
of the battle Of Monmouth, this woman
contributed her aid by carrying water from
a spring to a battery where her husband
was employed in loading and firing a gun.
At length he was shot dead in her sight,
Just as she was leaving the spring, where
upon she flew to the spot, found her hus-
band liieless, and at the moment heard an
officer who rode up, peremptorily order off
the gun, 'for want of man sufficiently
dauntIess to supply his place. Indignant
at this order, and stung by the remark,
she promptly opposed it-denianded the
post Of her slain husband to avenge his
death, flew to the gun, and TO the admira-
ton and establishment Of all who saw her,
assumed and ably discharged the duties Of
the vacated post Of cannonier, 10 the end
Of the batrIe For this sterling exhibition
of Wing spirit, Washington gave her q
lieutenant's commission on the spot, (which
Congress afterward ratified and granted
her sword, an epauette and half pay, as
a lieutenant, for life! She wore the epau-
lete, received the pay, and was called
Capt Molly, ever afterwards.
| HIsToRY is the epitaph of nations, SER
wing not only to honor the memory of the
dead, but pointing, if rightly read, preg-
nant moral TO the living.
| Jean Paul says that love may siumber
IN 4 ladv's hea # hni Il alwnvs drennlS