The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1840-02-15

her madlcningm The scinlillating stars
looked like young moons to light the
mourner with daylight brightness--the
mock-bird and tiny nonpareil made melo'y
in their golden hume and evergreen leaves
the melody of the grove the green
things upon carth-the starry armament,
arrayed in all its unclouded brilliancv-
elected not onc look, or passing thought.
In the mind OF the mother-one thought
one hope-one wish, absorbed all love for
earthly beauty, and heavenly grandeur. On
ward she went until she reached hand
some terraced dwelling--the house oi
Capt. p. the protector and superior officer
of her lost son. She was readily admitted
to his presence, and kindly and graciously
received. Before she had strength and
courage TO inquire concerning the fate OF
her boy; he, with great snavity ofmanner,
informed her, that he had, in their flight.
and hurried retreat, strayed from their par
ty, and although they delayed returning in
the hope he might join them, he had never
returned; and that delays were dangerous
to the lives of his regiment in making a
logger stay. He told her not to despair,
that he was young, and active, and might
eludc savage vigilance and yet return, and
repay her present suspense, with undoubt-
ed JOY.
She listened eagerly at the recital, and
At the close of his speech she perceived
there was no hopp-bv sudden impulse
of madness she poured forth her reproach-
cs, and misery.
"My son, my beautiful, my brave" said
she in frantic manner, "thcy have left
thee t, savage cxultation and inhuman sa-
crifice mele reward for all the harGships
endured in the life of a camp. They have
sacrificed thee to app"asc the savage y
there is no love, or Kindness expected from
the Indian towards paleface foe. They
know the law of rature-blond for blood
the Christians law is not innate with
them. Flow tears, forever flow, and give
out my hearts best blood in mine agony;
rest is not given to mourning mother for
her lost child. may 60 forward in my
search for thee, and thou wilt not he there;
backward, and l may not find thee. Thy
merry laugh, and buoyant step, will greet
tl.r aged mother no more forever. Nv cup
is filled of bitterness-I have drained the
drcgs nf ,!rspar-whcre is my son-and
echo will answer-where! And was it for
this, shielded thy tender years from evil
with n1otacr's Observation-Disclosures
the first lesson Of virtuc-instilled into thy
duc.ile mind the laws Of duty to man, and
soflcncd the feeling of thy young heart in
admiration and deep love for thy Creator
Buriei in the lcthean stream Of oblivion all
acts Of Iisnbcdicncc and wavwardncss--i@
the fond hope Of seeing thee alcssssinr csssinr to
thy parents and an>-1fnamcnt to society.
49, I:hie-!!55-Tvr -Tv r.~srd! Would to God I
could have borne thee 10 the grave in thy
infancy beside the lone waters, and Gods
temples-the majestic trccs--waving an
eternal requiem over thy earthly remains;
and the far blue nest of OCEAN that lay a.
round thy sleeping isle, would blend itself
with the spiritual home Of thy innocrncy!
Alas! know mt now thy resting lace
| NAV never know--thc savage gives no
rites of se2ulchrc to their foe--Indian in
genuity and savage barbarity is alone ez-
ercised to torture and not to kill. The lion
is aroused in his lair, and what hope can
sus'ai a mother, that savage will have
mercy upon her child. Would to God |
could have died for ee my son, my son
Thou art left alone, and who will revenge"
"Vengcance is mine ~ soothingly repli-
ed the distressed officer. "Depend upon
the word Of his guardian--we will yet tx
terminate the savage foe. Ii is written on
the page of human life, that the civilized
will We, preponderate the scale Of human
existence, and he who wills our increase,
and directs our actions, will destroy, and
avenge."
"The allrsion to Deity was merely ac-
riden!al hui it proved beneficial, and di-
rected the current of her thoughts towardsI
a hi her channel than that Of earthly de-
pcnd"ncc." |
"Fnreive,' said she, imploringly, and
raising her emaciateh hands towards hea',
ven. "Oh my Gh! the sin of f'rgctfnl-
ness, henccfor,h the mothers trust is in
thee forcvcrr'
Time has gone her eagle flight. and the
soothcd by religion. She heliev.
I'd her maker afilicts fnr ultimate good, and
she strengthens her faith by unceasing
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