The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1849-12-12
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Il honors paid to Worth, Duncan and
Gates, John Van Buren, delivered an
oration, in which he related the follow
ing anecdotes Of the former:
'While General Scott was under
charges by order of General Jackson,
and a court ofinquiry was investigating
his conduct in Florida, q party Of gen.
tlemen met in this city, and nftcrdihner
the conversation turned upon the sub
ject of Scott's services. Worth, indig-
nant at the proceeding, vas describing
the part which Scott took iii the battle
of Niagara. He said that SCOTS brig.
adc we're advancing, towards evening,
under the cover Of wood, from which
they were to deploy into the open field !;
Scott had already had one horse shot
under him. and, as tho column were
dcploying, his second horse fell, and he
became entanglcd under it. The col
umn wavered, and Worth, then his
Youngest aid, rushing to his assistance,
dislnountcd: and rendered him his horse,
saying, General, can you mount, the
column falters for a leader?' Scott
Immediately mounted, and riding to the
head Of the column, cried out, Advance
men! the nights our own,'' and Worth
followed Scott, as his aid on foot. At
this moment discharge of grape from
single cannon Frustrated Scott, the
horse which he rode, and his aid, Worth.
Scott and Worth were Immediately
carried to the rear, Scott seriously,
and Worth, as it was supposed, mortal.
ly wounded. Attention was, of course,
first paid to the commanding officer.
After some time q deep groan was
heard, apparently from the adjoining
tent, and Scott, with that forgctfulness
of himself which distinguishes him on
such occasions, begged tho surgeon to
repair to the quarter whence the sound
proceeded, and attend, as he said, 'to
poor Worth, who must be dying, In.
stead of this, rs Worth concluded, the
cry of agony proceeded from my faith.
full dying charger, who had managed
to drag himselfupon three legs to The
edge Of my tent, where he had lain
downtc de- Pausing for moment,
while there was hardly dry eye in the
company, he added II beg your par
don, gentlemen, | find that, in defend
ing Gen. Scott | have been incidentally
led to describe my own service
THE SWEETNESS OF HoME.--He
who has no home has not the sweet
pleasure of life; he feels not the thous-
and cndearments that cluster around
that hallowed SPOT to fill the void of his
aching heart, and vile away his leis.
nre moments in the sweetest of life 8
joys. Is misfortune your lot, you will
find friendly welcome from hearts
beating true to your own. The chosen
partner of your toll has smile Of APP
probation when others have deserted, q
hand to help when all others refuse,
and heart to feel your sorrows as her
own. Perhaps smiling chcrub, with
prattling glee and joyous laugh. will
drive all sorrow from your care-worn
brow, and enclose it iii the wreaths of
domestic bliss.
No matter how humble the home
may uv, how uaseiiiatt rs sta sssssaees or how
poorly its inmates are clad; if true hearts
dwell there, it is yet home--a cheer
ful, prudent wife, obedient and Affection.
ate children, will give their posscssor
more real joy than bags Of gold and
windy honor.
The home of a temperate, industri-
Gus, honest man, will be his greatest
JOY. lie comes toll "weary and worn,"
but the sound Of the merry laugh aud
happy voice Of childhood cheers lin; q
plain but hcalthful meal awaits him.
Envy, ambition, and strife have no
place there; and, With d clear conscii-
ence, he lays his weary limbs down to
rest in the bosom of his family, and un.
der protecting care of the poor mans
friend and help.
Eatention.--An old political song,
sung in the days ofTbomas Jefferson,
contains the following lines:
From Georgia TO Lake Ghamp!ain.
F'om seas to aiissssippi's shore" Sc.
How vastly has our country been extern
ted since !! What empires have heen
added to its domain. The mississippi
no longer bounds our territory, but from
the Atlantic to tho Pacific, from the
st. CroiX to the Rio Grande, our fay
waves over every foot Of land. We
should sing now-a-days-
from the Rio Gsande's waters to tho icy
lakes of sioine, q
F'rom1hs broad Alantie's billows 10 Nrrads's
golden chain,
The banner os our country over ell dominion
holds, &
Making one the million hearts ,ha, bea, high
beneah its folds.
Bayara Taylo5, in q letter from Califarnia,
saws that tl,se, w no return home IA