Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1843-09-14
WASHINGTON Il PULASKI
OR THE UNKNOWN WARRIOR.
scESE.-h The american Camp-the
tent Of Washington TiME.-Q October
2d, l117--n,nlmgh PERsoNAGEs.-
jvlshiagtoa, Pulaski, and Greene.

Il Night had thrown over the earth its
sable pail The world was veiled IN
midnight darkness. The wind was high
aud blew furious as a hurricane-and
ever aud anon the pale lightning glean,-
ed hurriedly--and the distant thunder
murlnnred hoarse and suilen as the
wild voice Of the Angel Of Death, and
il seemed TO The bcholder that the wes-
tern horizon was bed Of living fire.
\ l'andemonium in miniature 1t Was n
\ gloomy, cherries night. The rain fell
in such turrenls that it seemed us if the
windows Of heaven were again opened,
and the dark waters let loose on the
Garth, and there were strong Indications
Of second flood Such was the state
Of things the evening previous TO the
battle of Brandywine = and Ms Wash
gagged in writing dispatches and giving
orders to his officers concerning the
coming engagement, he was surprised
and startled by the sudden entrance of
a mysterious parsonage closely envelop-
ed in a dark military cloak which, as !ic
entered, he abruptly threw aside, and
unioldcd to the view of the Commander
n-chief Of the American armies, fig
nrc Of uncommon height and symmetry.
The warrior, for such the appearance
of the unannounced stranger Indicated,
was habited in military costume a
long, straight sword or dagger hung at
his >ide--and It's jcwclled hilt showed at
a glance that the owner was no con-
mon a1yeniurer. ln his cap were long
plulues uf sable hue, which waved
gracefully IN the night breeze. His
proud aud lofty mien seemed TO wear az
expression of melancholy His fore-
head was high aud palc--ihough il had
evidently undergone much exposure 10
the rays of a scorching tropical sun
! his hair, which was dark as the ravcn's
wing, was short aud thick aud hung in
a thousand cnrls around his massive
brow--and his eyes, which were deep
set, black and piercing, as he gazcd
around, flashed like tigers.
As the warrior entered the tent, he
bowed slightly to Gen. Washngl"p. but
said moi word.
who are you stranger your name
and business, was Washinston's first
salutatiob To the intruder.
Il am Po!anler,' replied the un-
known warrior, 'and come to join tho
AWeti,an army--to enlisi under the
starspnngled banner and fight the bat
Ties Of freedom
, Eh an adven,urer = murmurcd
ashington, surveying him with look
Of distrust. The noble looking warrior
qualed not before the withering glance
of the eve Of the American General
Il am an exile from my native land,
said the Polander, my country has been
over-run by fierce barbarians. Many
Of INV countrymen and kindred have
been slain, con;ending in battle for their
rights, and the rest, who are too proud
and fearless TO bow to tho power Of the
haustiy conqucror, have been banislicd
to gloomy Siberia, to toll under Rus
sian tyrants, and drag out a miserable
existence, more dreadful than death IT.
self, in the horrid mines.
Il fought long TO free my country and
rescue her from the grasp Of her ruth
less invaders and my comrades con-
I;erdcd for freedom ill the last, bur the
Toe triumph,d. Wo were defeated
vanquishcd-our country rniucd, 0u:
cities and villages sacked aud burned.
our temples desccra,ed by The ie' Of
hcaihens and infdcls, our soil poHutca,
our liberty and government subyerIed
by strangers, and our nation aloted
FROM the annals of the world and now
| come With PATRIOTS heart and pa
ltriol's sword, aud offer my services, my
all my hfc, If it shall ever be requisite.
in tho Cause or American freedom. !
have LETT Land which was once dear to
me- aud il is no less so now, though u
is lorded over nv Russian despois with
the most cursed tyranny-ihoueh It's
soil has been dyed, aud its rivers Grim
soned with the blood Of my friends und
relatives, degraded NJ IL IL, slill u Is
my own, my native land. We baill'd
Dor freedom and name 50 long Ms there
cas- hope. We called upon the nations
Of the earth for help IN the day OF our
trouble, in the hour Of battle we erred