The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1847-04-09

Mono! He bears an aged man ON his
shOulderst he grasps the aged form with his
trembling arms, and with an unsteady step
nears the group on the hilltop.
The old mans grey hairs aro waving In
the breaze, and his extended hand grasps a
broken bayonet, which heIaises on high with
maniac gesture.
The soldier, and the vetcruh he bears
upon his shoulders, are clad in the blue hunt-
ing skirt, torn and tattered and stained with
blood, it is true, but still you can recognize
the uniform Of the Revolution. .a.
The tottering sodier.nears the group, he
lays the aged veteran down by the roadside,
dad then looks around with ghastly face
and rolling eye. There is bleed dripping
from his attire, his face is begrimed with
powder, and spotted with crimson Drops
He glances wildly around. and then, kneel-
ing on the sod, he takes The hand Of the
aged man IN his own, and raises his head up
on his knee. ....
The battle--,he battle--how goes the
battle? The group cluster around as they
shrek the question.
The young Continental makes no reply,
but, gazing upon the face ofths dying veteran,
wipes the beaded drops Of blood from his
| forehead.
Comrade!" shrieks the veteran, !" raise
me on my feet, aud wipe the blood from my
eyes. would see him once again" He
is raised upon his feet, the blood is wiped
from his eyes. II see-I see--it is he-il
is Washington! Yonder-yonder l see his
sword-and Anthony Wayne-raise me high
er, conirado,-all is getting dark--l would
see-Mad Anthonyw
Did you ever see picture that made your
heart throb and your eyes grow blind with
tearsi Here is one.
The roadside, the group clustered in front
of Allen's House, which rises massive and
solemn in the back ground. The young SOL
dicr, all weak and trembling from the loss
of blood, raising the grey-haired veteran III
his arms, placing his face toward German.
TOWN, while the wrinkled features light up
with sadder CLEAN, and waving his broken
bayonet before his eyes, he looks toward the
scene of The late fight.
The bystanders, spectators Of this scene.
The matron, gazing anxiously upon the old
mans face, her eyes swimming in tears, the
ruddy-cheeked boy, holding one hand of the
dying veteran, the youthful maiden, all bios
SON and innocence, standing slightly apart
with the ancient man in PEASANTS attire
gazing vacantly around as he grapes hei
arm.
"Lif me, coinrado-higher, higher
see him-I see Mad Anthony! Wipe the
blood from my eyes, comrade, for it darkens
my sight; it is dark-it is darkm
And the young soldier held in his arms a
lfeless corse. The old veteran was dead
He had fought his last fight, fred his las
, shot, shouted the name of Mad Anthony TO
the last time, and yet his withered han'
clenched, with the tighiness of death, th'
broken bayonet.
Tho battle, ths battle, how goes th'
batllef
As the thrilling question again rubg il
his ears, the young Continental turned to th'
E group, smiled ghsstly, and thea flung hl
wounded arm 10 the South.
"Lost!" he shreked, and rushed on hi
way like one bereh of his senses. He ha
not gone ten steps, When he Dlt Inc oust q
tho roadside, and lay extended in the fac
= of day lifeless corse.
So they died, the young hero and the age
\ veteran, children Of the Land of Penn!
. So died thousands Of their brother
throughout the Continent;-Quebec an
: Saratoga, Camden aud Bunker Hill, to ihi
hour, retain thef bones! ~
~
Nameless and unhonored, the " Poor Me
r Heroes" of Pennsylvania sleep the las
: slumber on every battle field Of the Rcvolu
> ton. The incident which VIC have pic
!, ,ured is but solitary page among ton thoo
!, sand.
: In ever, spear of grass that grows on on
battle fields, in every wild flower that bloom
:. above the dead of the Revolutien, you rsa
y the quiet heroism of the children OF tn
j., Land of Penn.
4 Be Just to US, People of the North! D
:, not scorn our history, Chvalry Of the souli
i While we gladly admit the brightness
:, yeur fame, do not utterly forget the namele:
IS and neglected
Hvpova ON THE AND or PENN.