Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-07-14

tine eCOnQefnhedfm man 's4 Oh will not n de-
Ipriye these children of a. sfather-you will
Enot cut him of'insthe. prime of manhood
bVlthis hideeus death! AS you hope lof
mercy jns your last hour, be merciful now
l|--spafe my brother and not a heart in
Charlestohsbut will bless you-spare him
for the sake of his childrenw va arss.7 -.
71'sMadam, was the cool reply, 4ssyour
brother has been condemned to sdie.o i can
do nothing for you.'' :,'uua ezEaay ossss
4 ellie turned his head away, and held athe
parchment sbefere hiss eyes ssAt last the
stern heart eftbesboy was melteds There
was d spasmodie motion about his chest,
his dimbs shook, hesstood for q moment like
aestatue, and then fell on his knees seizing
the right hand Of Lord Rawdonz, with his
trembling ggfngers. xam !ss.s. ase aa e4uaoas
lord Rawden looked down upon athat
young face shadowed with chestnut GIRLS,
asthe small hands clutched his wrist and
an expression ofsurprise came overhis face.
etsMy child, said he,a 81 can do nothing
foreyouso;. 50 p!fo ii.v o., z.c2 $50 "a, 4.
s He silently rose. He took sister by
each hand There was wild look in his
yeangs eye--a, scorn of defiance on his lip.
'sCome sisters, let us CO." '.ssaz5 5l.s.a.
He said this, and led those fair girls
toward the door, followed by the sister of
the condemned, Not word was said
but ere they passed from the room, that
true woman looked back into the face Of
Lord Rawdon. - u
/ !. He never forgot that look. :7,-<'5e
+ They were gone from the room, and he
stood alone before that window, with the
sunlight pouring over his guilty brow. '.!5@
4 eyes, it is necessary to make an exam.
pie! This rebellion must be Crushed; these
rebels taught submission! The death Of this
man will strike terror into their hearts.
They will learn at last, that treason is no
triaing game: that the rope and the gibbet
win reward each rebel for his crimeP'
+ Poor Lord Rawdon.2 ,- *s5; 81 81
The streets were now utterly deserted.
Not a citizen, soldier, nor even a negro
was SEEM A silence like death rested Up.
on the city. 5'5'''' - ---='5 -.
Suddenly the sound of the dead march
was heard, and yonder behold the-only life
throughout this wide city.
On yonder common, around that gibbet,
is gathered a strangely contrasted crowd.
There is the negro, the outcast Of society,
the British officer in his uniform, the citi-
zen in his plain dress. all are grouped to-
gether in that crowd. .aa5 =4-ss5
In the center Of that dense mass, beside
that horse and cart, one foot resting on
that coffin. of pine, stands the only man in
this crowd with an uncovered brow He
stands there, an image of mature manhood,
with muscular frame, clear full eye, a
bold forehead. His cheek is not pale, nor
his eye dim. He is dressed nearly in a
suit of dark velvet, made after the fashion
of the time; one hand inserted in his vest,
rests on his heart. l'~fl~.
Above his head bangles the rope. Near
his back stands that figure with the craped
face, around are the British soldiers, sepa-
rating the condemned from the crowd. A
mong that rude band Of soldiers, not an eye
but is wet with tears.
The brave officer there, who has charge
of the murder, pulls his chapeau over his
eyes, to shield them from the sun, or-can
Lit be-to hide his tears.
/ All is ready. He has bidden his last
farewell to- his sister, his children in yonder
gaol; he has said his last word to his noble
boy, pressed his last kiss upon the lips of
those fair girls. . All is ready for the mur-
der. ,e...~....:..,,s 49,. -
| At this moment a citizen advances, his
face seenvulsed4 with emotion yss.,sze.-. "a!
a"Hayne,Dg Dghe'speaks in choking voice,
';shew them how an American can die.'''i CT
/ e1sLwill endeavor to DO so,'' was the re-
I|ply of the doomed man. .a..s ....ifr
L AT this moment the hangman advanced,
and placed theeaps over his brow. l. A cry
was heard in the crowd, footsep, and those
soldiers sank back before boy of thirteen,
who rushed forwarda age,,,sis -. sasz Era
sf'Father,','. he shrieked, as he beheld the
condemned with O gap over his brow. q.
One groan arose from that crowd-a
simultaneous expression of horror. "a
/ The father. drew his cap from his brow;
behed the wild face, the. glaring eyes his
son. fz1oisfse2s3sf eli ] .tGs5u -a..s a4,:J.si
i zs'Ged bless you,my boy" he spoke, gath
ering that young form to his heart. SHOW
go and leave your father to his fate. Re-
turn when I am dead-receive my body,
and have it buried by my forefathers!" 81
/ LAS the boy turned and went through the
crowd, the father stepped into the cart.
There was a pause, as though every man
lin thefcrowd had suddenly turned into stone.
The boy hooked back but once, only
once, andt beheld--ah, dare not speak
it, for itgchills the blood in my veinsA-he
beheld that manly form suspended to the
gibbets with the cap over his brow, while
the distorted face giowed horribly in the
SUM- HI ,bEs .@.autees aasiIsar4h 81 5@azs5.
? That was his Father! ,zsaEs0s4qa nao4
That boy did not shrek, or groun,, But
stantfyliikea light extingdisheda sudden
fly22the fire left his eyes, the color his
Echeek. His lips opened in a = silly smile.
The first word he uttered told the story !
| ea"Mye father!s he cried, aud then pointed
to the body and broke into a laugh go - IS
I on, II ~as horrible, the laugh,so hollow,
s1sill 1sj 4 pa d;o Slls TRs child Of 'hs martyr
IS lie crowd gathered around hi q,
as kind hands bore him away, that pale
faee vas d turned over his shoulder towards r
| the galloWs. + - IL
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