Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1847-01-14
Come on' he cries: 'you will not fail

Come ONT cries the rider Of the Black
Horse, turning from one scared face tc
another. Come on! yOu will not fail me
now
lie speaks IN that voice which thrill:
their blood.
'You were with me in the Wilderness!
he cries to one; and you at Quebec!' he
shouts to another; do you remember"
and goa at Montreal'-
And YOU, there on Lake ChompIain,-
You know me-you have known me long
Have | ever spoken to you in vain?
speak to you now-do you see that Rock
Come onv
And now look, and now hold your
breath as that black steed crashes up the
steep rock! All, that steed qnivers-he
totters-he falls! No, no! Still on, still
up the rock, still on towards the fortress.
No, look again-his Rider turns his
face
Come on, Men Of Quebec, where |
lead, you will follow
But that cry is needless. Already the
! bold rAemen are on the rock, And up
and onward, one fierce bolt of battle and
with that Warrior on his Black Steed
leading the dread way, sweep the Men Of
the Wilderness, the Heroes Of Quebec.
Now pour your fires, British cannon
Now lay the dead upon the rock, in tens
and twen,ies, neutrality-suspicious.
your British battle cry il you can!
For look, as the battle smoke clears a.
way, look there, in the gate ofthe fortress
for The Black sleed and his Rider!
That Steed falls dead, piered by an
hundred balls, but there his Rider waves
the Banner of the Stars, there-as the
British cry for quarter, he lifts his voice,
and shouts afar TO Horalio Gates, waiting
yonder in his: he tells him that
Saratoga is ron"
And look! As that shout goes up to
heaYen, lie falls upon his Steed, with his
leg shattered by cannon ball.
He lays there, on his dead Steed, bleed
ing and insensbIe, while his hand, lald
over the neck Of the gallant Horse, still
grasps the Banner Of the Stars.
Who was the Rider of the Black
Horse? Do YOU not guess his manner
Then bend down and gaze upon that shat
tered limb. and you will gee that it bears
the scars ola former wound-a hideous
wound it must have been. Now, do you
not guess his name! Tha, wound was re-
ceiyed at the storming of Quebec; that
Rider Of the Black Horse was BENEDICT
ARoNLD.
In this hour, while the sun was setting
over the field of the Seventh of October
while the misty of the battle lay piled in
heavy clouds above the walls of the con.
quered fortress, here up the steep rock
came Major Armstrong, seeking for the
man who "might do something rash"
He found him at last, but it was in the
gate OF the fortress, on the body of the
dead steed, bleeding from his wound, that
he discovered the face of Benedict Arm
old, the Victor of Behmus Heights.
This was not the moment to deliver the
message of Gates. No! for this Rash
Man had won laurels for his brow, defeat
ed Burgoyne for him, rescued the army
from disgrace and defeat. He had done
something-RAsE.
Therefore, Armstrong, brave and gen
erous as he was, bent over the wounded
man, lifted him from among the heaps Of
dead and bore him to rlace Of repose.
Would i, be credited by persons unac.
quainled with our history-would the fact
which 1 record with bushes and shame
for the pettiness Of human nature, be be-
Eeyed, unless supported byievidence that
cannot lel
General Gates,* in his bulletin ofMe
battle, did mol mentio" the name Of BENE-
DICT ARNOLD!
Methinks, even now, see the same
Horatio flying from the bloody field of
Camden-whcre an army was annihiIaled
his hair turning white as snow, as he
pursues his terria5le fight, without one
resting for eighty milcs-methinks hear
him call for another Arnold, to WIN THIS
BATTLE, AS SARATOGA WAS WON!
AUrHoR's NorE. This incident, supported
by the strongest evidence, may afford the reader
some idea of that wounded self esteem, that sense
of rank injustice and neglect, which afterwards
ended in the Treason Of Arnold.
1t must be confessed that the character Of Gates
gains as little glory from this circumstance, as
from his rumored connection with the Cahal, who
conspred for the overthrow Of Washington. Dur
goync spoke in The highest terms of Arno'd's coui-
age and military genus, displayed in this battle
and the fight of Sept. 10. Washington soon after
wards presented Arnold with set of epauetes and
sword-knols, (Which he had recciv ed from
French nobleman,) as testimonial of his esteem
for the Victor of Saraoga.-Ph!l. Courier.
Royal Lore Lcitr.-Napoleon was very
fond of Josephine, and his letters to her
we're written in spirit perfect romance.
in one of them he says, 81 am very unea-
sy to know how you are, have been in
the village of Virgil, on the shores of this
Lake by sitcery mOonshine, and not a
moment withOm thinking of Josephiae
In another of these curious illusions, he
writes as follows: "a thousand kisses, as
burning as my heart, as pure as yon, |
sent by the courier; he told me that he
had seen Won and that Won had no COM