The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1845-12-09
MISCELLANEOUS.
From Hills n. II. Patriot.
Rose M acle an.
Concluded.
BY vENETIA.

had been SO wisely ignorant, anu iisteneu
patiently to the request Of the stranger thai
when brighter days should dawn on Amerl-
ca, he might claim the hand oil Rose IL
might have been humiliating TO that proui
soldier; but the prospect oil a long partlng,
for he was about joining the army farther
norlh.-had induced him 10 come now 10
seek an interview with one, whom but Tor his
being SO dear 10 Rose, he might have despi-
sed as heartily as he dio his principles
There seemed loo much of heart involved in
this affair for the loyaIisi TO be over hasty,
and with the tears OF his child still moist on
his cheek it was not easy 10 refuse. Moreo-
yer, there was nobeness in the bearing oil
the youth and a light in his falcon eye that
spoke well for the spirit which no man better
than Gen. Maclean knew how 10 value. 1t
was a pity indeed that one oil such stately
mien and graceful figure, should be rebel ;
and between sympathy for Rose and admlra-
lion of her lover, the father might possibly
have given consent, even AT the risk oil his
dignity and reputation as true loyalist !;
but some simple word, stirring the slumber-
ing fire in his breast, led TO sarcasms, which
Rutledge bore with becoming grace in con-
sidcration ofthe years Of the speaker.
Turn from your unjust cause said the
General, in concluding long strain oil elo-
quence, 'and lend your aid 10 the king IN
chastising the rebels, and no gift OF mine
for you will not call it reward-would be
rich enough TO bestow.'
The dark eyes of the yonng VirginIan
flashed with Indignation, as he SAID, you
know little of him you address, to ask him 10
suy his name by such Il dishonorable act
and even less of Rose AIaclean. il you even
dream that she would accept the hand oil one
who had proved a traitor 20 his country
That Rose of whom you speak Is but
simple girl, and will forget when English
power is again triumphant here, that she ev-
er gave a thought to the cause oil the rebel
Americans
1T may be So was the calm reply, Tor be
assured that America will never be conquer
ed till every true breast is low as the sod
which covers our noble dead
You speak proudly said Gen. Maclean-
You may not know that Cornwallls Is nov
gathering an amy sufficient 10 crush all The
forces which by your utmost exerlions YOU
can raise. You have lorgotien the reverses
which have attended your arms-thai
Charleston fell without an arm in IFS defence
You have forgotten Camden, where the lam
ed chivalry ofIhe Carolinas quailcd like reeds
before the blast.
we have forgotten no fields where We
have been houor.,bly defeated, and the stains
which may have disgraced our name are yc'
TO be wiped out, by blood which thrills in the
veins OF men as fearless as the patrols OF
Lexington and Bunker Hill
Those are but tales Of the past. When
the country you are so proud 10 Eamc takes
its place as an independent nation. illnk to
name her honorable battle feds. Then you
4, ~. ham nj
MacIcan.'
! That were an answer TO nerve patriot :
arm, was the only remark OF Rutledgc as he
turned away
And nv father said thai?' asked Rose al
ter long and interesting conversation witt
her lover; "A man so noble in heart and mind
to be blinded by di>hnnorable prejudice
| II is sad omen for our country
Bear a cheerful heart for that couniry's
sake and for mine, Rose. should wrong
you by asking you 10 share soldiers lot
but trast me we shall meet again in n bright
er day than this. You would not counsel me
TO remain idle, and when a happy peace
shall close our contest, perhaps | may have
earned the gift which might well he Il brave
mans proudcst reward. Remember. Rose
my life will never be stained by one act dis
honorable 10 a freeman, or TO the love | am
so proud 10 have won. America must yet be
free-it may he long belore-long before we
meet again; ill then there was pause OF
a moment, and then the young officer press
ed on her lip the farewell which was so hard
TO speak.
Where was the proud Tipped lady's firm
ness then? Surely moi in the gathering tears
that forced their way through the heavy
lashes, nor in the paid, quiverlng cheek be-
traying the roman, rather than the patriot.
There seemed TO her heart q world OF wo IN
that single word farewell, and deeper shad-
ow closing round her than her saddest days
had ever known. She had lew fears for her
fathers anger, for all the kindly affections OF
early years seemed TO tell her that when
peace should take The place Of the present
strife, his daughters happiness would be the
object nearest his h9art; and he would then
willingly and proudly bestow the hand he
had so ;auntingly promised. But the months,
perhaps years, that might intervene, aid
those all irught with danger TO those she low
ed! o! it is fearful Joy TO make idols of
what death may touch! She thought now
only Of the horrors Of the battle field, and re-
membered with shudder the lonely hours
she had spent in her country home, waiting
with trembling anxiety for tidings from her
lover ne was now gong 10 posts oil more
imminent danger, and Rose in her present.
ments of future sorrow, forgot her patriotism
and the misery of parting. But Rutledge
seemed confident OF speedy termination of
the strife, and assured her that the energetic
measures of Greene were gradually bringing
10 close the Southern campaign, on which
materially depended the fortune of America ;
and finally whispered in answer TO her fears,
that the power which had preserved him
through past periIs would still guard him
from harm. You are right at length she
said, i would not detain you from duty now.
May the God who has watched over our
country preserve you, if not
tbs better 70 die for liberty than 10 lice a
slave. Hope for the best love; Heaven on
ly knows where or how we meet aGain.-
Farewell, Rose il it must be, forever
Rose started with convulsive motion-a
struggle between pride and affection;
warm lip touched her dropping eyclids, and
when she raised them again, she was alone,
and the fragrant acacia flowers falling a
round her, and breeze, soft rs the voice Of
love, kissing the tears from her cheek.
Before many months had gone by, the