Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1850-08-16
Love Strong Ia Death.

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Love Strong Ia Death.
BY EBENEzER
We watched while the moonlight
Beneath the shadow'd hill,
Secmd dreaming of good angels,
And all the woods still
The brother of two sisters
Drew painfully his breath:
A strange fear had come DER him.
For love strong in death
The fire of fatal fever
BuTnd darkly on his check,
And often to his mother
He spoke or tried to speak
] felt as if from sunlber
never could awake
O, mother, give me something
To cherish for your sake!
A cold, dead weight is INC,
heavy weight like lead;
My hands and feet sinking
Quite through my little bed
| am so tired so weary
With WEAKNESS ache:
o, mother, give me something
To cherish for your sake
Some little token give me,
Which may kiss in sleep
To make me feel I'm near you,
And bless me, though weep
My sisters say Pm better
But, then their heads they shake:
o, mother, give me something
To cherish for your sake!
Why can't see the poplar,
The moont stream and hill,
Where, Fanny says, good angels
Dream when the woods still!
Why can't | see you mother!
] surely awake:
Oh, haste, and give something
To cherish for your sake
His little bosom heaves not;
The fire hath left his check:
The fine chords it broken i?
The strong chord-could it break
All, yes! the loving spirit
Hath winged its fight away:
mother and two sisters
Look down ON lifeless clay.
The following beautiful tribute to the memory OF
ir Robert Peel is copied from Punch:
Our In MemorIam."
Not in the spendor of ruinous glory,
Emblazoned, glitters our lost statesman's name:
The great deeds that have earned him dcathlcss fame
VIII cost merely thanks. Their inventory
Ofpeacetul heroisln will be a story,
OF wise assertion Of a rightful claim
And commerce freed by sagey daring aim.
Famine avertcd revolution CORY
Disarmcd; and the exhausted commonweal
Recruited; these things that England long
Vii couple with the name of Robert Peel,
OF whom the worst his enemies say
Is, that he left the of his way
When conscience told him he was in the wrong.
From the Richmond Enquirer
Messrs Editors-bcing requested by a young lady
D furnish her with a speech for a commencement.
nd not finding in my small library that thought
Tould be appropriate, examined several of Gcn'l
'Onapare's but, finally, concluded to send her the
GLOWING, as more appropriate, and which, not
aying seen published in any Of our Virginia papers
nay doubtless be Of some interest to your readers
Respectfully, yours &c, r. F. y.
SPEECH OF GEN. SCOTT At CERO GORDO.
Soldiers: | am in the midst Of you Your fate
nd your glory are mine The Atlantic and thou
and mountains cut you off from your homes You
re the vanguard Of a great pcople-the proud Re
,ublicans of North America You must not return
0 your homes unless you return under triumphant
riches. 1t must not be said that you have encoun
cred the diseases ola deadly cimatc-run the dread
I'll gauntlet of guerilla warfarc-stormed forts or
weethearts would laugh at you when you return
Is advance, then! and with your bayonets, write
glorious page of history this day for our country
Shall we not advance when all America is iovou
With the laurels we have already won! and the eve
IT the lovely turned upon their last hope Fo
Tou now stand between your country and your coun
RVS foes. You will all strike hard this day for YOU
,ountry-but you men of the Southern States vii
rike hardest; for your all depends on the territor
you will this day acquire.