The Port Gibson herald, and correspondent. (Port Gibson, Claiborne Co., Miss.) 1848-18??, 1850-04-12
From the Yszoo Wing.
Nathan Hale.

than Hale, who was hung as t.spy in'the
British camp at New York, during the
Revolution. We have often wondered,
and felt indignant, that while be name of
Andre the "brave," the "galant," the
"unfortunate" "points" almost Every "mor-
al'' and ''adorns" almost evey tale that
has been said or sung since she Revolu-
tion, few have ever given to tie memory
of the equally gallant, brave aId unfortun-
ate Hale, even passing notce-Andre
had every thing that could be anted him
according to the usages of war to sooth his
parting spirit, and prepare it for It's ap-
pearance before its Maker. POor Hale
went forth amid the SCOTS and rimldry of
the soldiers-denied the outward consola-
tions of religion, OF the privilege of writing
to his mother. Unlike Andre, who talked
ofhimselftot the lastmoment, has lastthought
was for his beloved country. All | regret,
cried he. the spirit of sainted martyr alrea-
dy lighting up his face, is that | have
but one life to give to my country
If Sir Henry Clinton heard Of that re-
mark, there is no doubt that he felt as the
officer did who partook of the potatoe din.
ner with the ragged regiment OF Ma,
rion and his men-that it would be impos.
sible to conquer people thus devoted tc
their country. Botta, the Italian historian
has paid higher compliment 10 the bra.
very and self devotion of Hale, than has
ever been paid by any Of our own coun
trymen. We forget the expression, bu
he challenges the history of ancient o.
modern times, to produce an instance o
more touching heroism or. self-dsvolion.
Think of this, ye that raise your puny
hands and voices against this gloriou:
American Confederacy! Think of thu
many noble hearts that went out to pur
chase the inestimable blessings Of liberty
Think of the hardships and privations
and bravery, of Marion and Sunpter anC
Moultrie in the Southland of Washing
ton, of Wayne, of Gates and Green in tht
North. the army at Valley
Forge, in the bitter winter Of rs. wheI
the course of the soldiers was tracked BY
the blood of their bare feet upon the snow
Was it for the short space of seventy-fou
wears of freedom, that the noble Revolu
tionary soldiers poured out their blood ant
lives! But they are all gone-Nashing
ton and Wayne, and Green and Gates ant
Hamilton-the heroes of Bunlerhiu, Q
Saratoga, and of Yorktown, have fallel
before the only foe they could not conquer
: Happy are the dead! for they sleep well
i and hear not the harsh sound Of civil dis
I cord nor see the sacriIigious hands tha
: would rend asunder this great Union
cemented by the blood Of Revolutionar,
! martyrs. Aye, happy are the dead!
e Yet who of our sentimental young Ia
e dies and gentlemen, that have sighed owe
! the untlmely fate of the accomplishe
j, Andre ever felt throb of regret for Ma
e than Hale! He was well born, educated
o handsome, brave and talented, and had n
! doubt as many hearts bound up in his e1
istence as Andre had--but his fate has nj
+ -made them famous-as that of Andre ha
5 made every member of bis family--som
}, of whom have lived long to pour out ma
y edictions upon the spo.less memory
i General Washington. And this remind
us of passage in one Of Mrs. L. N
# Child's letters. That really accomplishe
y writer is sometimes no doubt little b.
side herself-we say this in defence
S her heart, at the expense of her head
e Describing pilgrimage she had recentl
e made to the tomb of the "gallant Andre,
1t she remarks: '.The guide pointed out
J me the site of General Washington
/ quarters, | turned my back upon it
st was no place for me to be reminded
n General Washington, at the tomb OF Al
l. dre." These are nearly, if not exact
d the words; we quote from memory.-Mr
Childe may lose no reputation as an el
cant writer for remark like the toregolr
= but she will certainly suffer as an. finer
: can uOn1aa, in the estimation OF all rig
u minded persons.-But we have lengthent
. out these remarks far beyond what we |
y tended when we began by introducing Il
y following piece of poetry to notice:
: Mid the flash of spear and shield,
! And the banners streaming high,
= From the white tents spread on the BATTLEFIELD
70 With the firm, unshrinking tread,
:. Of warrior tried, and proved
. With fearless glance from his clear eye sht
II Mid the serried ranks he moved.
- He had fought where the boldest stood,
: In the face of the fiery foe;
- When each lifted lance grew dark with blot
Z And the dead lay thick below.
"A And his bosom knew no fear,
As his foot led on the brave;
He had donned the casque and borne the spe
For freedom-or the grave.
But his blade was wanting now,
And no mail enclosed his breast;
Yet the youthful light on his helmless brow,
Shone proud as chieftain's crest
ne He heard no deep drums beat,
at Nor the swelling clarion high
ne No war-cloak spread for his winding sheet,
lat When they called him forth to die.
gu No loved ones sought his side,
ng To whisper parting tone;
ay He stood mid the taunts OF scorn and pride
is. A captive, and alone.
ur He had asked for an hour of prayer
ou In vain; and his firm reply
ne Came thrilling along his native air
20. In tone that ne'br shall die.
a @JJnshriyen We bid me soar