Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1842-11-30


On the outskirts of The village Of Newark, in
Delaware, stood at the time of our story, neat
farm. cottage, with majestic elm growing be-
fore its door. In the distance, over the fields
and w90aRds, could be seen the spires of the
town am 'silvery glimpse of the river Della
ware, with group of vessels of war, anchored
full three leagues off. The cottage stood lit
tie back from the dus, of the frequently travel
led road, with green sward between Ii had
an inviting appearance of comfort, and never
failed to attract the eye Of The passing traveller
The sun was near setting, one pleasant after
noon in September, l777, when young man,
half in uniform, half in citizens dress, came
out Of the cottage door followed by young and
Interesting girl, who was clinging to his arm,
and evidently in earnest enneaty with him. He
was tall and handsome, though sunbrowned,
and bore the appearance Of a young farmer
She was rustic TOO, in her dress, but her face
was very fair and beautiful, and her manners
refined above the condition TO which she seem
ed TO belong. Tears were in her large blue
eyes, and one of her hands casped his, while
the other lay upon his shoulder.
"Why will you go, dear George, into this
dreadful contest? Tomorrow you NAV be
brought home 10 me a mangled corpse! Oh,
fearful, fearful! Say you will not 60, and fight
against your own country! This is worst of
all y
81 am loyal Kings man, Annette, and if l
fight, Ii must be on his side. The people are
rebels, and will yet be put down, and heads
will soon fy from the scatlold like wheat heads
beneath the sickle"
mo, never. The cause Is a right one-a
holy one, George, and Heaven will prosper it, y
she answered. with enthusiasm. 81 am griev-
ed that one | so dearly oye-to whom my troth
was plghted before this quarrel broke out, and
Tory and rebel were unknown, should now be
his country, against his own brethren. If we
be wrong yet we are your kindred-your neigh
bors--and this should unite your sympathies
with us, al least"
"You need not speak, dear Annette. | am
resolved in the approaching battle to draw my
sword for my King. CORVALLIS and Howe are
now within few leagues, marching on--Wash-
ngton and his forces have taken ground TO op-
pose his passage of the Brandywine-and to-
morrow the battle will take place, and Philadel-
phia be in our hands"
The maiden was silent for an instant with
her face hid-at length she spoke, and said
gravely,
"Dear George, feel as if was called upon
to sacrifice my love for you 10 my country's
honor! How can love my bleeding country
and at the same time him whose sword is ready
10 pierce lis bosom. Turn, for my sake, George,
and be an American in heart, as you are by
birih and as you should be in honor"
cd mo 10 hp
young man impatenily; 81 will never draw my
sword in favor of rebel cause"
"Be il so, and pledge myself never 10 give
my love TO traitor" answered the maiden,
with spirit. Thus perish the troth that hath
been plighted to one who has proved false TO
himself and his countryw And thus speaking,
the spirited girl took from her finger her be-
lro,hal ring, and cast it at his feet.
The young tory lover gazed upon her with
surprise and anger, which, as he saw her re.
entering the dwelling with resoluie step, with
out even casting glance upon him, Instantly
changed into one OF enireaiy.
"Say, Annette, do not leave me thus. You
are not surely in earnest. Come back, and lei
me talk with thee If you can thus idly break
your tro,h, love you 10 well to do so myself
Ou lo'e me, oeoISe Lee! sne iePoateu'
with scorn; "you love mel when you are now
ready TO go forth and draw your weapon and
aim your rifle at the hearts Of my father and
brother, who are in the ranks of Washington,
ready 10 do aud die for their country! Out
upon such love. will none of il! Go, traitor
10 love anl honor! fight for thy iyrant King
George, and be his slave as he is thy master"
With these spirited words, the young girl en-
tered the house and closed the inner door, thus
shutting out all farther speech with her unwor-
thy and recreant lover The young volunteer
Of loryism stood for a few moments looking both
mortified and angry, and happening TO see the
ring at his feet in the sudden and bitter feeling
of the moment; he ground ii into the earth with
his iron heel.
"Yes, let it and her perish, if they will. !
am fool TO love a rebels daughter, and re-
hefs sister,
Thus speaking, he strobe moodily TO the elm
before The door, where his caparisoned horse