The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-07-09
POPULAR STORY.
MAJOR ANDRE.
MES LAST NIGHT I'm NEW YORK.

''There was a sound of frevelry by night"
The moon was shining brightly upon the pol
lshed musket and gorgeous equipments of a SEN
tlnel in the scarlet uniform of the "Buffs," the
crack regiment of the British army of the day, as
he traversed his brief round at the garden gate
in Greenwich street, behind the residence of Sir
Henry Clinton, commander-in- chief of the Brit
ish forces in America.
His stalwart figure and high grenadier cap,
made his shadow appear gigantic beneath the
rays of our full and glorious orb-our western
moon. Occasionally he would pause as if lis.
tening to the rich music which ever and anon
swellcd forth from the residence of Sir Henry
and his thoughts turned upon the youth and beau
ty mingling in the dance within. Once or twice
he passed the back of his hand across his eyes, as
if TO stay trudnt tear that was stealing from its
fountain. His memory rushed 10 the days of his
early home in merie England.
"By ST. GeorgeP' he muttered, half aloud, 81
did not think could be so childish. The sound
of that tune has put me in mind of home and old
|Devonshire'
Saying this, he broke out into the military song
of General Wolf, which, as tradition goes, he
sung while passing up the st. Lawrence, the
"Why, soldiers why,
Should we be melancholy, boys,
Whose business 'tis to diel''
His voice naturally sweet, sounded perfectly
melodious, as unconsciously he forgot his duty
as sentinel, and gave TO the song the full COM
pass Of bis manly tones Alta little distance, con-
ceaed from the sentinel, was an officer, upon
whose arm leaned grl--absentees from the ball
room.
AS the after fate of this brave officer forms a
memorable page IN our country's history our
readers may perhaps like description of his
person. He was rather under the middle height.
of handsome, well made figure, and erect mill:
tary carriage. His face was oval, and his fea-
lures decidedly handsome, the main expression
of his countenance displayed frankness and sim
cerity, his age about thirty. His scarlet coat
was faced with buff, and buff breeches,with white
silk stockings, adorned the lower part of his per-
son. Such was the ball room costume an off
Ger at that period.
"You seem melancholy tonight, Major Andre, p
said his fair companion; "on such night as this,
you should be otherwise"
"And in such company, you should have add
ed, Miss Beekman. Pardon me for this appa-
rent quietness The thought that this may be
the last night shall ever spend in New York is
enough TO make any one feel uneasy; is it not
fair ladyf"
"Leave New York;" Major Andre?" said the
young lady with some surprise. "Are you going
south with Lord Cornwas?"
ga soldier, Miss Beekham, must inform no one
of his destination; particularly one like yourself;
cc Akn okatc u
countrymen. This much will answer, am not
going South"
"Some new plan of Sir Henry's, I'll be
bound," said the laughing girl, 81 do love Wash
ington, and that is the truth. My father, it is
true, remains firm in his allegiance to King
George--but ] go for our republican George;
George, the soldier from Virginia"
II cannot say that think less of you for such
feelings, Miss Beekman," replied Andre; at is
natural we should love our country. Washington
is brave soldier, and, from all hear, brave
man. Be that as il may, however, he has no