Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1847-06-17

his heart
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 all that rude band of soldiers, not an
eye but is wet with tears.
The brave officer there, who has charge oil
the murder, pulls his chapeau over his eyes
TO shield them from the sun, or-can it be?-
to hide his tears
All is ready. He has hidden the last fare
well to his sister, his children in yonder
goal 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 murder
At thIs momenta citizen advances, his face
convulsed with emotion
'Hayne," he speaks in a choking voice,
"show them how an American can die !"
81 will endeavor to do So" was the reply
OF the doomed man.
At this moment the hangman advanced,
and placed the cap over bis brow. A cry
was heard in the crowd, footstep. and those
soldiers sank back before boy Of thirteen.
who rushed forward.
'Falherr' he shrieked, as he beheld the
condemned with cap over his brow.
One groan arose from tina! crowd.-a sim
ul'aneous expression of horror.
The father drew his cap from his brow
beheld the wild face, the glazing eyes Of his
son.
"God bless you, my boy" he spoke, ga
thering that young form in his heart. IN ow
go and leave your father to his fate. Return
when am dead-receive my body, and have
it buried by my forelathers -
AS the boy turned and went through the
crowd, the father stepped firmly into the cart
There was pause, as though every man
in the crowd had suddenly turned to stone
The boy looked back but once, onl y once
and then beheld-ah, ! dare not speak it, for
it chils the blood in the veins-he beheld
that manly form suspended to the gibbet
with the cap over his brow while the distort-
ed face glowed horribly in the sun.
That was his Father.
That boy did not shrek, nor groan. bul
Instant! y--iiko a hi exiting uishesi sudden
Iy-the fire left his eye, the color his cheek
His lips opened in silly smile. The frs,
word he uttered told the story
:My iaihern' he cried and then pointed
TO the body and broke into laugh.
Oh it was horrible, that laugh, so hollow
shriIl and wild. The child of the marty,
was an idiot.
Still, as the crowd gathered round him, as
kind hands bore him away, that pale face
was turned over his shoulders toward the
gallows.
My Father"
And still that laugh was borne upon the
breeze, even TO the g!bbet's timbers, where
in hidious mockery, backened but not dis
honored thing, swung the body of the mar
tyr, Hayne.
This death will strike terror into the hear
Of the rebels!
Poor Lord Rawdon!
Did that man in his fine uniform, forge
that the voice Of the Martyrs blood can never
die ?
That death will shake terror into the hear
of the rebel
1t reused one feeling of adherence
through the whole South. 1t took down ;
thousand rifles from the hooks above the
freside hearth.
1t turned many doubling heart to the
cause OF freedom; nay, tories by hundreds
came hocking up to the camp Of liberty. The
blood Of Havne took root and grew into al
army.
There came day when George Washing
ton, BIZ the conquest of orktown, had in hi
possession the murderer who did this deed
Lord CORVALLIS, who condemned and com
manded it-Lord Rawdon, who signed TIT
death warrant.
Here was glorious chance for Washing
ton, to avenge the Martyr Hayne, who hat
been choked to death by these men. The
feeling of the army-the voice of America
nay, certain voices that spoke in the British
Parliament would have justified the deed
The law of nations would have proclalmet
it holy act. But how did Washington act
He left each murderer TO God and his owl
conscience He showed the whole world
sublime manifestation of forgiveness AM
scorn. Forgiveness for this huniliatet
CORVALLIS who. so far from bearing Wash
ington honor to London a prisoner in chains
was now a conquered man in the midst o
his captive army.
But Lord Rawdon, who, captured by
French vessel, was brought into orktown
this arrested murderer, who skulked abou
the camp, the object of universal loathing
how did Washington treat him
He scorned him too much to lay a han'
npon his head from the fullness of con
tempt he permitted him to live.
Poor Lord Rawdon
Who bears his name now. save as an OBJ
ject forgotten in the universally Of scorn?
But the Martyr-where is the heart tina
does not throb at the mention of his Fate, a
the name of Isaac Hayne?