The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-03-26

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unrestrained and fast at her feet Et first, he at
tempted TO laugh away her fears}bpt seeing that
his raiIlery Jared painfully upon her heaat, ne
too, burst into tears, and folded her to his bosom
with all the holiness and strength of a brothers
love.
Thev parted, and her sweet but rare laugh was
still less frequently heard. | will not follow him
through his evenful career in Spain. Like all
soldiers, he learned TO like his employment, and
with the loss of those sensitive feelings that had
been the beauty of his early character. Being
a bold and energetic fellow, he was often en-
trusted with dispatches to different parts of the
army in the midst of battle. At the battle of
Tatavero, while Mackenzie was retiring in mag
nfcent order and with consummate skill, before
the advancing French he was sent TO that officer
with an order from the Marquis of Wellesley. 1t
was midnight, and the route ne was to take was
one OF great exposure, being swept by the enc
my's artillery. The frequent flashes of the can
non thai blazed on his path were the only lamps
10 guide him as he galloped over the uneven
field. We will not say his bold young heart did
not beat trne faster, as the darkness through
which he rode was suddenly made dazzling bright
by the artillery, whose caused even his we'll
trained war horse to start, while the earth was
plougbed up in every direction by the shot-but
we 0iU say, he did not falter or hesitate, but de-
hvered his order safely and well. On his return.
/ just as he had entered on the place of danger, a
cannon ball struck his horse's flank, shattered it
to fragments, and sending the blood and en'ralls
all over his face and uniform. He himself was
thrown several yards, and for moment lay stun
med by the blow. When he recovered, however,
he boldly crossed the field, traversed by the shot,
and arrived safely al Weington's tent. AS he
stood with Cap IN hand, pale, and covered with
blood and mangled flesh, the Duke thought for
a moment he was dreadfully wounded, but as he
listened TO his account Of the matter, he warmly
complmented his gallantry. From that moment
he became still more anxious to distinguish HIM
self, and in several instances nearly lost his life.
sword cut ovel his left eye had left a scar, of
which he was as proud as he would have been of
two epaulotts. No curl was ever allowed to fall
over ii, aud he was half vexed to think the sur
geon had cured the wound so ehecually.
AT length after year or more of hard fighting,
he returned to England, before wellington join
ed the allied forces on the Continent. twas
hurried visit, but memorable one to his sister,
now grown still more delicate than before. She
folded him again and again in her arms, and wept
as if her heart would break. Many long ngat
had she lain awake, imagining her brother now
in the headlong and ruinous light, and now pale
aud wounded, gasping on the plain. The terri
ble scenes of battle she had SO often pictured
to herself, had shattered her over delicate frame,
and she had become doubly sensitive; while the
seones of blood he had passed through, and the
roughness Of camp life, had blunted his feelings,
and made her childish terrors annoying and fool
ish. Yet he loved her as his IDOL and when he
parted from her, he tied her miniature around
his neck. That separation was the crowning
agony to her. She told him they should never
meet again, that his body would be left on the
battle field of the stranger. 1t was i'll vain he
ATTEMPTED TO calm her gref-a foreboding like
the spirit of prophecy crushed every hope, and
she saw him depart with the same feelings she
would have seen the grave close over him. |
have sometimes thought these strangely sensitive
and spiritual beings had almost the gift of second
| lsight-ther "coming events" TO them do literally
"cast their shadows befo,e." From that moment
she never smiled, but faded gradually away
The whole story, together with the epitaph, had
made profound impression on my feelings, and
as stood on the field of battle and called up
the terrific scenes Of that terrific day, his form
constituted The fore ground of the picture. The
morning of the battle was damp and heavy, but
not so the spirits of the young Gordon. AS he
stood beside the Duke and looked on the mag
nficent array before him, he determined his
name should be interviewer with the history Of
that day. The great battle Of Europe was to be
fought All its kings stood looking on with breath
less interest, for their thrones were at stake
The feelings of those two great military chief
tains themselves, as they thus, for the first time,
stood face to face, and battled for Continent,
were scarcely more stirred than his. From the
moment he saw the head of that gallant column,
which Jerome Bouaparte led down on Hougou-
mont, melt away before the destructive fire with
/ in, all the fury of tiger seemed reused within
him. He wanted 10 be somewhere, he cared not
in what capacity, where the onset was made
He was not compelled long to wait. The hea-
Wy cannonading that soon opened the whole
length of the lines-the terrible charges made
Iby the French cavalry soon gave him work to do.
He was sent hither and thither with orders, while
the shot fell around him like hail stones. He
looked on his pireced uniform and foam-covered
Isteed with kindling eye. The pressing dan
Iger now becoming more imminent on every side,
1.-THE Duke led on in person several distinct char
ges. This was the crowning part of young Cor
don's wishes He charged beside the Duke with
the impetuosity Of veteran, and whenever dan
ger threatened his beloved commander, spurrng
rIheadlong into it. In the midst of terrible car
mage, Sir Alexander Gordon rode up TO the Duke,
and exposiulated with him on thus exposing his
life, when everything rested on his safety.
While he was thus pleading for the life oil
another, bullet pierced him and he FELL Young
Gordon Immediately spurred into his footsteps
and placed himself SO as TO project the Duke
from the greatest apparent danger. The weary
veteran regarded him with smile of affection
and then as he wiped the sweat from his brow
exclaimed, "Oh that Butcher or night would
comen The next moment an immense body o.
French cavalrv came thunderiuo down on one oil