Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1847-07-03

!iehtened his task as much as possible During |
the late fight had owed my life 10 him, Tor he I
rushed in jus, as sabre stroke wrs leveled st
me. and by interposing bis feeble cutiass had a.
vcr'ed the deadly blow. In the hurry and con.
fusion since had quite forgotten 10 inquire ff |
he was hurt, though at the time, I in~ardly re.
solved to exert oil my little influence to procure
him midshipman's warrant in requi,al for his
service. il was with psng Of reproochful a.
gony then ttnt leaped to my feet.
My God' exclaimed, you don, mean it!
!Ie is not dying!
i fear sir said the messenger, shaking his
head sadly, rha, he canno, live till morning.
And have been lying idle herer exclai.
med with rcmorse. Lead me 10 him.
lie is deliricue, but in the intervals of luna.
cy he asked for you, sir.' and as the man spoke
we stood by the bedside of the dying boy.
The sufferer did not lie in his usual hammock,
for it was hung ia the midst Of the crew. and
the close air around il was too sitting but he
had been carried under the open hatchwsy and
laid there in little space OF about feet square.
From the sound OF the ripples, judged the
schooner was in motion, while the clear, calm
blue sky eecn through the opening overhead,
and dot,cd with myriads of stars, be,okeniny
that the fog had broken away. How calm il
smiled down Oh the warm face Of the dying
boy. Occasionally a light curren, of wind
oh how deicously cuol In that pent up
hold--cpme down The ha,chwsy. and lifted the
dark chestnut locks of the sufferer, as with
his head reposing in the lap of an old veteran,
he lay in an unquiet slumber. His shirt collar
was unbuttoned, and his childish bcsu,n, as
white as that Of girl, was open and exposed
He brea,hed quick and heavily. The wound
of which he was dying had been intensely pain.
ful. but within the last hal; hour had mew!,nt
lulled, though even now his thin fingers tightly
grssped the bed cloths, as if he suffered the
greatest agony.
A battle stained and CORY haired seaman STOOL
beside him. holding dull lantern in his hand,
and gazing sorrowfully down upon the sufferer.
The surgeon knelt with his finger on the boys
pulse.
As I approached they all looked up. The
veteran who held him shook his head. and
would have spoken but the tears gathered too
chokingly in his eyes.
The surgeon said
lie is going fast-poor little iellow-do you
see this = as he spoke he lifted upa rich gold
lo.ket, which had lain upon the boys breast.
lie has seen better dnys.'
I could not answer for my heart wns full
here was the being to whom, but few hours
. before. had owed my life-a poor slight un
protected chd-lyng before me with death
already written on his brow-and yet had ne
, yer sought him out after the conflict. How bit
e tcrly my heart reproached me in that hour
They noticed my agitation. and his old frieud-.
] the seaman that hello his hesd-said sadly.
Poor little Dck-you will never SEQ III,
shore you have wished for so long. But ,here'l
. be more than one--when your logs out, h,
spoke with emotion. to rnonrn owe, you.'
. Suddenly the little fellow opened his eyes
and looked vacan,ly around.
Has he come yet !! he asked In low voice
!. why won't he come I -. ..
Il am here.' said !. taking the little fellow
hand, don't you know me Dick !!
lie smiled family in my face. He the
said. .-... an
You have been Kind to the, sir kinder tha
the most people are to poor orphan boy,
have no way of showing my gratitude unles
you will take the b BILE you will find in m
trunk liz small Offering, know, but It's a
! ihave.' .... ....
s. burst into tears he resumed.
"a Doctor. I am dying ain't Z said the It'll
IL fellow. for my sight grows dim God bless 70
e. Mr. Danforih. .......-, ............ ..-..
a. Can do nothing tor you Dick said 20
J" saved my life. would coin my blood TO bu
H. yours' .T
d. Il have nothing 70 ask--I don't want TO liz
er only. it its possible, let me be buried BY n
n rno,her--you find the name uf the place, an
ng ull about il in my trunk
Anything thing. my poor lad Al
. swered. choking;y.
lie The lnle fellow smiled faintIy--h was III
] a an angels smiie---bnt he did not answer. II
nd eyes were fixed on the stars dickerng in tn
ri patch OF blue ely overhead His mind va
Ids dered. ...-..., .-... ..a.t,a. a.-..
in lite long--long way up thers-but the
on. are bright angels among them. Mother Us
ar TO say that would meet her there. How ne
oys they come. and I see sweet faces emilnig on
ere lsom among them. Iiark! is that music I q
- lifting his finger, he seemed listening for