Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1848-11-02
THE RETURN FROM MEXICO.

demoralizlng tendencies, render il, even in
the jusest cause, thing for humanity TO
weep over.
This nation has Just emerged from a con-
test in which victory has every where at.
tended its arms. A part of those who were
actively engaged in it, we have just seen
returning to their homes, honorably dis.
charged from service. OF these. some
bring back the reputation of heroic deeds,
such as would not disgrace the brightest
page of history. Others arrive, however,
disfgured or manned for life. But how
many have never returned at all
What q contrast between the return of
the living and dead The one comes back
with brows wrea,hed with victory and
steps attended by military pomp; but the
other is brought home in sadness, in silence,
in tears. Each has fought with equal bra.
very, yet how dissimlar the result We
might record the names of host who have
returned with elevated rank and high mill
tary regulations; but what crowd of the
illustrious dead we should have TO place in
the balance against them. There was
Vinton, the accomplished gentleman, the
sincere Christian--thcre was Ringgold, the
Bayard of the army-there was Garland,
and Twggs, and Graham, and Scott, and
hundred others. But contenting ourselves
with the simple tale ofono ofthose who fell,
we shall leave the Imagination of our read
ers to supply the story of the rest.
c. was an only son, and the last male
scion of his house. High spirited, gener-
Gus, and in all things noble, he was the hope
and stay of his surviving parent. At the
proper age he was placed in the academy
of West Point, for his ancestors had been
soldiers in the revolution, and his earliest
dream of ambition had boon to make him
self worthy Of their name. He grew up,
in this institution the pride of his class.
Athletic in frame and vigorous in intellect,
he excelled alike in manly exercises as in
scholars requirements. He graduated in
IS, and was brevetted lieutenant.
His command was one that allowed him
TO be much at home, and here he met his
cousin, an orphan girl, TO whom his father
had given home. Amable, accomplish
ed and beautiful, she unconsciously won his
affections, as he did hers, and their mutual
love was blessed by the aged parent. The
young soldiers cup of happiness was al
ready filled to the brim. when the war with
Mexico began, and he was ordered with
his regiment, TO the seat of hostilities. He
was to have been married in few months;
but now all this was suspended. Still he
was full of eager anticipations of the fu-
ture. Oh little did he know his fate.
Who shall describe The eagerness with
which his betrothed bride, and his gray
haired sire, now watched for intelligence
from the seat of warl Who shall picture
the agony of suspense with which they
waited for the list Of killed and dangerous
ly wounded after every general action, or
the brealhless terror with which they hur-
ried from name TO name, fearing every
moment to find his. The rejoicing crowd
whose huzzas shook the streets outside, lit
tie dreamed Of what was going on in that
old mansion. Several battles had now &C.
Cured, and he was still unframed, so that,
at least, their fears grow less poignant
The war, too, was thought to be nearly
over, and they began to speculate on his
probable speedy return. Suddenly, with
the news of a great victory, came ntelli-
gence of his death.
He had fallen, indeed at the head of his
column, but what solace was this to his bro.
ken hearted family. He had died with he
roic words upon his lips, but could this re-
animate his lifeless clay nowl One wild
shrek burst from his affianced bride, as
she read the awful intelligence, and then
she fell fainting to the floor. The emotion
of his parent, though less violently exhib-
tied, was not less fearful. The hope ofde-
clining years, the only child of his sainted
wife, the last representative of his ancien,
line, was no more; and, as the thought came
over his memory, he groaned in bitterness,
and, with Job, wished he had never been
born.
They had talked of the return Of their
young hero; well, he canie--but in how
different guise from what they had ex
pected He came with no prancing steed
amid the brilliant panopiy Of war; bu
borne in his coffin, he entered his fathers
n Al Fcyl