The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1849-12-12
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4 Gallant ,Soldier.--.At the funcr-


Gates, John Van Buren, delivered an
oration, in which he related the follow
ing anecdotes of the former:
'Whilc General Scott was under
charges by order of General Jackson,
and court ofinquiry was investigating
his conduct in Floridu, party Of gen
tlcmcn met in this city, and after dinner
the conversation turned upon the sub
ject Of Scott's services. Worth, indiy-
nant at the proceeding, was describing
the part which Scott took i'll the battle
Of Niagara. lie said that SCOTS brig.
adc were advancing, towards evening,
under the cover Of a wood, from which
they were to deploy into the OPEN field !;
Scott had already had one horse shot
under him. and, as the column were
dcploying, his second horse fell, and he
became entanylcd under it. The col
umn waycrcd, and Worth, then his
youngest aid, rushing to his assistance,
dismountcd. and rendered him his horse,
saving, General, can you mount, the
column faltcrs for lcadcr?' 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 a 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,
" wounded. Attention was, of course,
first paid to the commanding officer =
After some time deep groan was
heard, apparently from the adjoining
tent, and Scotr, with that forgctfulness
of himself whic, distinguishes him on
such occasions, begged the 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.
ful dying charger, WHO had managed
to drag himself upon three legs to The
edge Of my tent, where he had lain
down TO die 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 l have been Incidentally
led to describe my own service
THE SWEETNESS OF IoME.--He
who has no home has not the sweet
pleasure of life: lie feels not the thous-
and cndcarmcnts that cluster around
that hallowcd spot to fill the void Of his
aching heart, and vile away his lcis.
nrc moments in the sweetest of life
joys. Is misfortune your lot. YOU will
find friendly welcome from hearts
beating true to your own. The chosen
partner of your toll has a smile Of ap-
probation when others have deserted, a
hand to help when all others refuse,
and heart to feel your sorrows as her
own. PERHAPS smiling chcrub, with
prattling glcc and joyous laugh. viii
drive all sorrow from your carc-worn
brow, and cnclcsc it i'll the wrcaths Of
domestic bliss.
| =, No matter how humble the home
may ov, Eow utseitdrt rs IS Sc sttaavveas Or how
poorly its inmates are clad: if true hearts
Dwell there, it is yet a homc--a cheer.
tul, prudent wife, obcdicnt and affection
ate children, will give their rosscssor
more real JOY than bags Of gold and
windy honor.
The home Of q temperate, industri
Gus, honest man, will be his greatest
joy. He comes to it weary and worn,'
but the sound of the merry laugh and
happy voice of childhood cheers lin;
plain but hcathtul meal awaits him.
Envy, ambition, and strife have no
place there; and, with clear consci-
cncc, hc 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.
E1tcntion.--An old political song,
sung in the days of Thomas Jefferson,
contains the 1ullOWInS lines:
From Georgia to Lake Champlain,
F'om seas TO NJ Mississippi's Shores" &c.
How vastly has our country been extcn-
ted since ! What empires have been
added to its domain. The Mississippi
no longer bounds our territory, but from
the Atlantic to the Pacific, from the
st. Croix to the Rio Grande, our flag
waves over every foot Of land. We
should sing now-a.days-
''From the Rio Grande's waters to tho icy
lakes Of Nane"
From The broah Atiantc's pillows to Nrvata's
golden chain,
The banner Of our country over all dominion
holds,
Making one the million hearts Lhat beat high
beneath lis folds.
BayarI Taylor, in II letter from California,
Sacs thai those ho return hD,pa Il ol