Arkansas intelligencer., 1848-01-08
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seemed lost in admiraton-his extreme you,hand
beauty but lily became the battlef
g. Young man what is your bidding? 10 YOU
want dispatches or, are you spy from the on
emy 20 -
:. Neither, honored Sir, came to offer my ser.
vices in your division my fatigue is very great
in consequence of having Travelled long Journey
within few days; may hope shall not be dis
appointed %
Young man, you are not aware Of the dam
gers you will have 10 pass in the approaching con-
ct consider the tolls and fat que incident 10 this
march, and be decided, if you are determined to
go shall say no more"
=" fear nothing, your coincidence i'm the matter
is all wish.''
Join the ranks then and soldier on''
They reached the village, the a,,esh nude
side, and the heart of the young soldier almost
died within him; bnt he was inspired with fresh
hopes and renewed courage when he had by some
mems gotten by the side of Clarence Fitzrov
withln whose bosom beat rs brave and noble Il
heart as belongs to fallen human nature
The battle ragged nd roared around them still
they remained uuharmod, constantly fighting sdo
oy side, for Clarence felt that the youthful soldier
was endeared TO him, strangely, and by some sym-
pathies too refined for expression; twice had he
saved his life at the peril of his own. Clouds of
smoke and dust enveoped the CONFERENCE.-The
flashes of artillery seemed like flashes of tighten
ing through thick ribbed, suphufous cloud, and
the succeeding roar of the echoing yolies initiated
the peang and crashing thunder. Hundreds of
human forms lay around them, mulilaied deform-
ed and laceraied in every possible way, trampled
upon and w,hering under the most painful and
eXcrutiating sensations, still these two remained
unhurt, they seemed 10 possess ha:med life =
but, anon. daring Sponard, mounted on a fleet
courser, was brandishng in the air his unsheahed
sword, winged with death, and with one fatal
plunge planted it in the breast Of Clarence FitZ-
roy, burying It to its ht, and with loud shout of
triumph was hurrying quickly away, when shot
from the pistol of the unknown soldier brought
him dead al his feet.
Clarence did not die immediately he called for
the unnamed soldier, and after draugnt of water,
he placed in his hands package telling him TO
deliver it 10 Florence St. Clair, of -. The
soldier drew his cap from his head and clusters Of
dark hair fell over his face.
"My Florence," shriekcd Fitzroy, and he fell
back and expired:
II was indeed she, who had disguised herself
and fought by the side of her lover. May we
hope that this devotion Of lifetime will be repaid
by an association in eternity.
She sat pale and siatue-like over his corpse--
she could not weep, the fountain of ears was dri-
ed up-she strained his inanimate form 10 her
bosom, and kissed his palo cheeks, brow and lips
-she bathed her burning forehead in his blood
and saw that the lofty brow was damp with the
dark dews of death. Yet she could moi weep, bur
ore violent, horrible laugh betrayed that mockery
of mirth which belongs 10 the maniac's rawlings.
Clarence Fitzroy was inferred with military hon
ors, and many were the tears shed for this brave
and ill-fated soldier.
Florence's recovery was tedious, il was longero
reas son reseated itself on its throne.
For months after this event u vast assemblape
of persons wore crowding around the church cf
-, for rumor had been busy in reporting that
young lady of rare accomplishments would take
the veil on that day, and such ceremony is usu-
ally attended with great pomp-the surpced and
mlired priests, in their gttering attire, chauned
their hymns, and the nuns ready TO embrace
her a sister.
Florence st. Clair then walked forth and, by a
verbal concession, adopted life of penitence and
prayer. She addressed the assembly, nd then
swore by the glorious and ever blessed Virgin, TO
bury herself and sorrow within the silen, and SOL
itary walls of the monastery.
Never tear her cheek descended,
Never smile her brow unbended:
But o'er that fair broad brow were wrought
The intcrsected lines of thought"
FAYETTEVILLE, Nov. Sd, lS47.