The Somerset herald and farmers' and mechanics' register. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 183?-1852, 1847-10-19
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THE GRAvE-WHERE SLEEP Born
SIRE AND SON.

The GRAVE-WHE SLEEP BoTk
SIRE AND SON.
AN DER TRUE TALE OF THE YELLOW FE
YER.
When the last call for volunteers was
made on Indiana, EDGAR DERwIs wa.
the first TO enroll his name among the ac,
tive upholders of his country's standard.
He was a daring, intrepid, athletic youth,
knowing no fear, patriot by intuition,
endowed with ali mans most ennobling
feelings, though manhood's threshold he
had not yet crossed. His father, fast
yerging to life's winter, heard his purpose
with silent approval; in truth, be felt Sc
cret satisfactory pride at the patriotism SO
promptly evinced by his son. Not so
his mother; she looked.to him as the prop
of her declining years, and presentiment
audibly whispered to her that he was a.
bout 10 leave her never to return. She
interposed no obstacle TO his resolve,
though the tears that coursed down her
furrowed cheeks, as she embraced and
blessed him when leaving, too plainly told
how accutely painful to her was the sep
aration.
Young DERwIN had got no further than
Matamoras with his regiment when he
was seized with severe fit of sickness.
Being unable 10 proceed he was placed
in an hospital; his regiment marched on.
The captain of the company to which
young Derwin belonged lost no time in
informing his father of his sons illness.
telling him at the same time he need en-
terrain no apprehensions for his life, as
his recovery might be pronounced GER
tain. This assurance notwithstanding,
that letter when ltreached the quiet west
ern home of the sick young soldier, pro-
we'd TO his fond parents missiye sur
charged with sorrow. The first burst of
grief over, old Derwin, prompted by the
quick instincts of parental affection, con-
cluded that duty to his child lying on a
sick bed in foreign country--perhaps
in a grave made by strange hands--re-
quired more than unavailing tears. He
brushed them away, and ere the early
rays of the next mornings sun gilded the
roof of the humble log cabin, he departed
to seek in Mexico the son he SO much
loved; to succor him if alive, and il dead
10 transmit his corpse where it would
mingle with his native clay, where he
and his stricken wife might in death lay
beside it.
He speeded on without impediment
until he reached this city, and while here
waiting for conveyance down to the
Brasos, it pleased Providence to affiict
him with the yellow fever. From the
boarding house where he was staying he
was sent to the Charity Hospital, which
he entered on the Wednesday of last
week. His case was severe one; il un-
settled his reason. All the imaginings of
his fevered brain had reference to his son.
At one time he witnessed him in battle
dong deeds Of mighty daring, and he
cheered him on. AT another time, he
was manacled captive in prison dun
geon, and he would offer large sum for
his ransom. Again, he would call on the
Mexicans not to desecrate his grave.
Skilful medical aid and the watchful
nursing of the Sisters Of Charity carried
him through the most violent stage of the
disease; il they did not snatch him from
deaths door they at least prevented him
from stepping over it. Thus was his
reason restored, himself lingering on the
confines of an eternity as il were, when
about noon on Monday an emaciaied
youth was carried into the same ward and
placed in the bed beside him. His glazed
eye gazed on the young emaciated patient
with intense anxiety. He. tremblingly
looked and looked until it might well nigh
be said he looked his life away. He
sprang from his bed; with convulsive
grasp he clutched the small paper label
which the porter had just placed at the
beds head of the recently arrived young
patient; opening it in his tremulous hand.
he read-'EDGAR DERwIN, JR., INDIANA.
MY son. he said; and no more did he
say, for, as he uttered the phrase, he fell
and expired. Young Derwin, who on
account of his sickness had been dis
charged, was or his return home; when
he too was taken by the epidemec, and
hence the painfully singular coincidence
Of this meeting between father and son,
and its tragic termination. He soon,
though not Immediately, recognised his
father. The scene was to much for his
already shattered constitution. Before
the bell of the cathedral tollefl twelve that
night he was corpse. They now, though
not at their homestead in indiana. sleep
where the mournluI cypress and DEATH
burdened north wind chant the last re-
quinn over the Strangers grave.
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