The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-07-09

"l wager you this rose," said the merry
hearted girl, in laughing tone, taking one from
her hair, "against the first new novel you receive
by the London packet, that you will suffer such
punishment first, and that you know is mpos-
sIble, Major; for my countrymen treat the kings
officers with the greatest respect when prisoners.
Spies alone are hung, and neither Washington
or yourself are likely TO undertake the pTofes-
sion."
1t seemed as if a spasm passed through the
frame of the officer, for he trembled for an in.
stant like leaf-an incident which was long af-
ter remembered by his fair companion while
mentioning his melancholy fate.
"You are i'll, Major? Let US go in"
"No, no." said he family; "'twas but mo-
mentary nervous affection, and it is now passed.
There are, at times, Miss Beekman, PRESENT.
ments of evil in the human mind, that come with
out real cause, and trouble US, we know not why.
cannot say but that my physical health is as
good as ever it was-the night as beautiful and
the scene within Sir Henry's mansion enchant-
ing; but still there is heaviness about my spi-
ris that cannot shake off, see danger before
me, yet know not where to guard against it, or
how to meet it. Though shadowy, it appears
palpable and distinct. All, that song"
At this moment the musical tone of the senti-
nel's voice rang sweety upon the ear with the
words ofthe song we have mentioned, and, while
thus engaged, the Major and his fair companion
appeared suddenly before him. In an instant
his voice was hushed, and his musket brought
suddenly TO "present arms" as he stood mo-
tonless in true military position before his supe-
rior.
"Nay, nay, Whitley, cease not your song"
said the Major; "on such night as this won
der not you feel like singing. | will stand re-
sponslble to the sergeant for such breach of dis
Icipline."
81 should like much to hear il in full, soldier,''
said the lady.
81 only know it, lady," answered the sentinel,
"from bearing Major Andre sing it when have
been on duty at his quarters. Perhaps he, Ma
dame, will consent to favor you with it.'
81 insist Major Andre-no refusal will al
Ilown
swell, Miss Beekman, will not deny, but
that cannot equal Whitley in the song, you will
soon find out''
He then commenced and sung with great pa
thos and beauty. The calm splendor of the
Inght--hs pensive air, and the feelings with
which he entered into the words of the song,
Icombined TO give itgreat effect. AS he concu-
Ided, he was surprised to hear the words, "brave
Ardre," "beautiful," "excellent," from nume-
rous voices; in fact he was surrounded by good
Iy portion of the ball room company, who had
avaed themselves of a pause in the dance to Vi
sit the garden.
"Well done, Andre, said stout and porly
gentleman in military costume, with large star
on the breast of his coat; "you shall hereafter
bear the title OF song master as we'll as adjutant
general to his Majesty's troops in America. But
come, man, your politeness and gayety seem TO
be on the furlough tonight. The Baroness de
Reidsel has been looking long for her partner
Step in my dear fellow, step in Miss Beekman
will you condescend to take my arm2"
81 have been too neglectful, Sir Henry, and
will instantly repair my wrong" said Andre.
He entered the ball room and waltzed with Ia
dy Reidsel, the wife of the Hessian General,
Burgoyne's second in command at Saratoga. II
was the last waltz and ball room scene ever en-
gagged in by Andre, the night of the 10Th Sep
tember, 1850.
The ball was over, the guests had departed,
and it was waxing daylight when Andre left the
private closet Of Sir Henry Clinton, and stood in
the doorway looking towards the bowling green.
"Now, my dear Major, bid you adieu. May
success crown your efforts. If your interview
with Arnold terminates as we have reason to ex-
pect, West Point is ours, and generals commits
sion awaits John Andre. Be cautious, entreat
of you"
"Adeu, Sir Henry; 60 to serve my king and
country. Ifl-but will not say it. Sir, fare
we'll" He shook the extended hand of Sir Hen
ry Clinton with emotion, as he stepped into the
street, and received for the last time the militia
ry sautation of British sentinel. He touched
his hat and passed on. Al the waters edge he
sprang into boat, and was soon on the deck of
the Vuture sloopofwar, on his way to his final
interview with Benedict Arnold.
4 In little more than ten days, the high minded
soldier dangled on gibbet. His hopes of glory
were forever closed in the dust and ashes of the
grave Forty years afterwards his bones we're
brought to New York on their way to rest beneath
a gorgeous cenotnph, in Westminster Abbey
Though an enemy, we respect the memory Of a
brave man; and that such man should have
been the victim of traitor like Benedict Ar
mold! There is something so touching in the
last letter of Andre to Washington, that we al
most regret that the latter did not comply with
his request and give him the death of soldier
"TAPPAN, Oct. l., 1850.
"SR-Buoyed above the terror of death by the
consciousness ofa life devoted to honorable pur-
suits and stained with no action that can give
femorse, trust that the request make to your
excelency at this period, and which is 10 soften
my last moments, will not be rejected
"Sympathy towards stranger will surely in.
duce your excellency and military tribunal to
adapt the mode Of my death to the feelings Of a
man of honor
"Let me hope, sir, that if aught in my charuc-
ter impresses you with esteem towards me-if
uught in my msfortunes mark me as victim Of
policy and not ofresentment, shall experience
the operation Of those feelings in your breast by
being informed that am not TO die ON gibbet.
q have the honor to be your cxcellency's most