Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1841-04-12
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I'm Incident Of The Battle Of BridgeOater.
On the 18TH of July, 1914, the bloody battle o
Bridgewater and Lundy's Lane took place nea
the banks of the Niagara. 1t was six o'clock, ant
sultry evening, when the British forces under
General Drummond advanced to meet the Ameri
can columns; and more deadly contest never
ragged on the soil of our beloved country than tla
which iils4' commenced the roar OF the neigh
boring cataract lost itself in the booming of The
cannon-the voices of many waters and the vol.
ces OF battle sang bass together and the dead
slept IN sweet iorgetfuIness upon the moont hill
Inc nrst brigade under Gen. Scott with Tow
sons artillery and a body ofcavalry sustained the
attack OF the British army for an hour unaided
Gen. Ripley with fresh troops now arrived and
relieved General Scott while the latter with his
exhausted brigade, formed Il reserve in the rear
HE British artillery had taken post on an emin-
ence at the head of Lundy's Lane and were pour
ing foril most deadly fire on the Americans.
General Brown, the commander Of the American
forces, feeling the terrible havoc made by the ell
emy's cannon concluded that it was necessary to
dislodge them or retreat. Ii was dreadful duty
Inc troops that were 10 march up Lundy's Lane
might well say their prayers and make their wills
before moving. 1t was certain death to every sec
ond man OF the forlorn hope. AS the command.
ing General rode along the foot of the hin, in
thoughtful mood, he saw The brave Col. Miller adj
vancng at The head of his newly-rased regiment
Tor further orders. He rode up to him. "NVill
you advance and capture that battery p said the
General. 81 will try sir,'' said the modest Col
onel The General rode on, and tho regiment
gaiianly wheeled and moved up Lundy's Lane
AT every rod the artillery on The height sent its
messengers OF death through the dense column 4;
but SUI there was no Hinching. Tie voice ofthe
noble Miller, as he waved his sword before The
bloody gap, was heard uttcrlIg the short and ex-
pressiye orders, "Steady men close ranks -
marc h = Around him, the flower of his regi-
meht tell like the withered leaves of autumn ; but
lie needed not his loss; he was ordered to take
the battery on the hill, and he intended to do it.
lie advanced, therefore, cooly and steadily to his
OBJECT. Amidst a tremendous blaze of artillery,
ana at the point of the bayonet lie carried the
height. 1t was a gallant deed | have never
heard OF us equal except at the siege of San Sc
Dasilan. 1t was superior in temerity TO Bona
parties attack upon Little Gibraltar, at Toulon, be-
cause Miller had no covering for his trooos in case
of retreat. 1t was dead march to glory YEA
at every step the rear rank trod upon the dead and
Inc dying and the groans Of suffering humanity
mingled IN with the honrse rattle of the drum
when The conqueror, with his remnant of u rcoi-
menf, trod upon the heights at the head of I.un-
dy's Lane, aud turned the cannon upon the aston
'shed enemy, IA death struggle ensued between the
American and British armies. "These guns will
decide the battle; they must be reguined, or the
army OF Britain will be cut to pieces, and if re-
gained the Americans will he conquered" Such
were the thoughts of each General. Now came
the iron grippe of war. terrible conflict raged
upon the height; and, when the morning sun a.
rose upon Bridgewaer 900 soldiers friends and
Toes, lay sleeping in CORY death upon the hill side
in Lundys Lane. Surely, the battle of Bridge
water will never be forgotten by the patriot, The
historian, or the poet; and while the laurels OF
scott and Ripley are green and unfading, let us
not forget that the gallant Miller is alive, and that
his country owes him debt of gratitude which
she can never repay She, however, can say with
hei children when asked to aid him, as the hero
said at Brldgewater to his commander when cal
led upon to render him service, will try SIR"
Let her Try, for the sake of her honor and may
the day never dawn when the hero of Lundys
Lane shall be forgotten by an American CITIZEN.
we glory in the services OF the brave. May The
laurel circle the victors brow in life, and at last
hang upon brokea column over deathless tomb
Reader, the hero Of Lundy's Lane is beside you
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