Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-09-16

for three years after these events regularly placed
green sods DER the graves Of Peter Rambo, and his
unfortunate daughter. Then he died--and the grave
yard looked solemn and drear. The old owl, whose
for years he had protected was never there
more. Gods creatures can appreciate kindness; and
the souless creations of'hs mighty hand have been
known to pine away and de-. when those who pro-
tectedsand showed them acts of kindness were mis-
sing from their haunts. Such is nature, wonderful,
mysterious, and incomprchensible.
| The house of Peter Rambo was cosed-all was
sleut--stiI. William, Immediately after the fune-
raj left the city, he had called upon Lord Howe,
lated his story-he story of wrong and outrage; and
was laughed at--mocked. What could he expect
from man, who to obtain the object of his lust and
vile passion, would purchase it by promoting the
equally infamous husband or father, to scme office in
the British army.
Weeks had passed away, and William was still abb
| sent.
One dark night in the latter end of March, the
block house, rather large saloon, extending over
the whole length of the first story, brilliantly
Illuminated; gay dressed females were seen passing
to and fro before the windows, and officers, in full
uniferm, laughing; and many were acting the gal
lantson the occasion music, and happy voices SCUM
ded gaiIy there. The main window of this saloon
opcn'd out into the grave yard; on line parallel
with this window, was the house of Peter Rambo on
the same night that little room Tin which the old
man used to sit, and look out upon the grave of his
wife, was not vacant; young man had secretly en-
tered it, and from its open easement he too tookd
out on the scene before him; his eyes turned from
the three graves in that yard beneath which, those
that were near and dear to him. slept They glanced
into the saloon, and he watched the movements of
the danccrs and he listened to the music it broke
on the stiffness, and silence from without. The
wind too sighed through the old cottonwood tree; it
came up from the grave yard, like voice from the
tombs for there is language in nature that speaks
to the soul. "Yes exclaimed the inmate of this lit
tie room-ycs, it is her voice. that dear sweet voice;
she reminds me of the flower am to place upon
her grave; will obey it, and it shall be bathed in
blood"
Among the gayest of the gay, in the lighted ga
loon, was Col. Ripka;-he was the observed of ali;
for even crime has its popularity. He had just led
beauteous woman TO the open window; and as he sat
down, and looked out upon the solemn scene, which
grave yard presents at night, sigh escaped herr
yet, those little pages upon which affection writes
the epitaph, had called up remembrance in her
vain heart, of the past. The Col. stopped down.
his noble form could be distinctly traced in the win
dow; and the two figures appeared like portraits,
framed in dark walnut; for all without was dark,
while all within was bright; light and shade were
never artstically portrayed than they on
this occasion. He addressed the lady, her name has
been recorded in history, and rendered familiar to
by the witty Francis Hopkinson, in his celebrated
ballad of s'The Kegs" it was Mrs. Lorlng-let her
name pass away from the memory of the young and
innocent. What they said no ear heard. The Col.
too, could look down into the grave yard, where
slumbercd three of his victims. He smiled the lady
looked up into his face-at that moment there came
sound-a repor: of musket, flash, followed by
wild and unearthly laugh from the grave without
There were screams, and many ladies' tainted
The form of Col. Rpka lay PROSTATE on the floor a
corpse!
Whence came the shot--so unerringl-the ball
had perforated the scul, and lodged in the BRAIN
All without was still-the window of Peter Rambo's
house, opening into the yard, was closed. The as
aassn, whoever he was, had taken his measures well;
no traces of him were ever found.
Years after this event, William Rambo, settled
down in Montgomery county. Suspicion, for awhile
rested upon him, but his quiet, melancholy mode of
e and his absence from the city, at the time of the
murder, being proven-it passed ffmerely as mat
ter of conversation.
The writer of this, has seen a musket which be-
longed to William Rambo, now in the possession of
one of his descendants; upon the barrel of which is
engraved .Mary'-and beneath these words
.'neuer fired off but oncer'
PECIT ATOMS I'M GEOGR ABLY