American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-07-31
From the Ladies' National MagaznGl
THE YOUNG REBEL.
A TALE OF THE CAROLIEAs
ByJ. MILTON SANDERS.

IN small farmhouse, toward the close of
the year 1880, sat an old man, his wife and
only son. The face Of the father appeared
troubled at times; he looked thoughtfully on
the floor, and then he would gaze long and
wistfully on his son, fine manly youth of
twenty. At length he said,
David, this is disastrous news frcm Camden
God knows what will become of the country
now! Congress needs every arm shat is capa-
ble--ah! me, ! wish this old wound got in the
French war had not famed me--but for it |
should be row shouderlng my musket and
marching to defend my country"
Both the cen and wife looked up at these
words. The cid lady ceased knitting and gaz-
ed enguiringly at her boy, and it was evident,
from the expression Of her face, that patriotism
and motherly affection were at variance in her
bosom. The son, hsvever, after encountering
his fathers eye for moment, turned confused
ly away The old mans brow Garkened, and
he said warmly,
David, David, why do you linger about the
village when your country needs your services
SO mnch;-why, son, am ashamed of you!-
Twice before this have | spoken te you on this
subject, but ycu appear to have no spirit
What! will you see US trampled upon by the
brutal mercena.ies of Britain, and still lie here
StldiHc, bdNlu-iSE L
will not call you my son. Long since you
ought to have been in the army"
Joshua, JesL ua, " interposed the old mother,
"David is but youth, then do not speak to
him so harshly. He cannot yet feel what you
feel who have fought so often against our coun-
trys enemies. Joshua he is but boy.'
"a boy, indeed, Deborah. such toys as Da-
vid have already gained imperishatle laurels
since the war commenced. | could name d
host of them!-why, were it not for the boys OF
this land where would be our army, which,
dare say is one quarter composed Of boys OF
David's age" The old man was excited, and
j. wac the first unlnd word that he had ever
used to his boy.
David arose and left the house. He walked
some distance apparently in deep thought.
"What will not women do?" he at last NUT
tered there have been lingering about the
village when should have been off long ago.
And for what?-why to meet pretty girl, and
TO listen to her musical voice: but now | will
be myself again! What did he call me? Was it
not co,ecrd? Now, by heaven, | will learn
that he has son who possesses the spirit OF
his father. Away then with love, for feel that
am called upon to act, and no longer dream.
Ere fortnight my father shall hear of me, or
else lose my life in striving for it," Ana with
this resolution he turned about and retraced
his steps.
When he reached home he sought the sta
bles sadded his horse, and mounting him,
struck into gallop, which continued for seve-
raj miles. AT length he stopped and looked up
a: the windows OF farmhouse, half hid be-
tween clustering trees. This was the residence
of Mary Bunker, the mistress of his heart; the
lights showed that the family had not retired,
and he resolved to pay her visit before his de-
,parture. She was alone when he entered, and
a few words acquainted her with his determi-
naton. She burst into tear.
may! Mary" he said, "you must not I'M
ran me. At first resolved to leave you with
ont a farewell, for 7 knew how much you
dreaded my taking an active part in this strug-
GLE. But could not be so cruel as to desert
you without word.'
81 will compose myself" said the fair girl,
with an effort to smile. 81 know have been
wrong to persuade you to stay; but you cannot
imagae the anxiety | suffer on account OF my
brothers, and could not bear to have you, too,
encounter their danger. But since this dreadful
defeat at Camden feel that every man is want
cd by our country. Go, then, dearest, and
God be with you. Ny prayers snail attend yoa
night and day."
David pressed the now weeping girl to his
bosom, snatched a hasty kiss at the sound o.