The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1850-08-14
SELECT TALES.
From SesA,s Philadelphia Weekly Paper.
THE RESCUE.
A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.

1t was evening-the evening of a lovely day,
IN the autum of 1777-of such a day, as the ad
mrer of nature loves to wander forth, and as he
gazes on the mellow sky, and the faded leaf of
gold, IN this calm, pensive, and melancholy sea-
son OF the year, inadvertently breathes prayer
to the Creator of all, and as memory recalls the
loved feature of some departed friend, who sleeps
in the silent tomb-the warm tear gushes from
the fountain of grief, and as it steals down his
cheek, he resolves to live better life. The
clear waters of the Hudson, flowed on with
gentle murmur. The sigh of the night breeze
had cease and all seemed wrapped in the silence
of the grave.
On the evening above referred to, soldier of
apparently twenty years of age, was seen to leave
the American camp, at Saratoga, and, with rap
I'd steps, to pursue his course in the direction of
small cottage, situated in cluster of pines, a
bout mile distant.
William Stanwood, for such was the name of
the soldier, was born of highly respectable pa
rent, who had cmigrated from England, some
years previous to the Revolution.
His father, on the first outbreak on the part of
the patriots, being a warm tory, Joined that par
ty, but his son had seen too much of the despo
tic power of England-and loved liberty too we'll,
to follow in his footsteps; therefore, the first
opportunity, he joined the Republicans. This,
as will readily be supposed, called forth the most
vehement remonstance on the part of his father,
for in a letter which he addressed to his son, a
short time after, he rebukcd him in the strongest
terms, and forbade his ever coming again be-
meath the parental roof Stanwood's feelings
may be easily imagined, after the perusal of the
communication from his father He had espous-
ed cause which there seemed almost hopeless,
and in consequence had received parent curse.
While the army were stationed at Saratoga,
there was IN his company young man of appa-
! rently about the same age of his own, whose
proud bearing told that he was also of English
descent. Stanwood resolved, as soon as IN op-
portunty presented itself, to make his acquaint-
ance, for there was something in the features of
the stranger, which seemed familiar; yet why,
he could not tell, for the cares and anxiety Incl
dent to military life, had nearly effaced all re-
collections of former days. While these thot' s
were occupying the mind of Stanwood, thoughts
of similar nature also occupied the breast of
the stranger; Stanwood's form seemed interwov-
en- with scenes of the past, yet he was unable to
point to any instance whereby to decide, as to
any previous knowledge Of him; he, therefore,
| remained silent
Reader, are you impatient to know why these
present. tilncnts occupied the minds of the two
soldiers, at the same time? I will keep you no
longer in suspense. They were friends in their
boyhood days-werc educated beneath the same
of merry old England, before cloud had obscur-
ed the sky of their youthful hopes-ora pang had
beguled single moment of it's Joys.
Yes! Edward Herbert and William Stanwood
were friends in youth, but long separation had
nearly ctfaced all recollections of each other
At the time of the emigration of the Stanwoods,
the Herbrrts intended to remain in the mother
country. But in few years after, she also babe
adeu to the shores Of old England, and sailed
for America, and settled near the spot where the
pleasant village of Saratoga now stands. AS the
Stanwoods had settled at some distance from that
place, in more remote part ofthe country, they,
of course, were ignorant that their old friends,
the Herbcrts, had also taken up their abode in
the new country.
On clear sunny day, as Herbert was keeping
sentry to the extreme left of the American camp,
and was pacing his accustomed rounds, armed
''cap pee Stanwood approached him. and cx-
claimed
''EXcusc the impcrtinence of fellow-soldier
who wishes to know your name.'
"No impcrtinencc,' replied the stranger po-
litely, ''my name, sir, is Edward Herbert.
"Herbert, HERBERT" mused Stanwood, ssat
least, the name sounds familiar, of English de-
scent, should infer?"
"Right there, rejoined Herbert, "and per-
haps ofnohle blood; noble, or otherwise, would
spill it as freely for liberty, it's great apostle,
George Washington
$50 supposed,' said Stanwood, selse your
Saxon glance would not peer SO inquisitively
through these dim woods, to catch some shadow
of a lurking foc.''
81 expect said Herbert, "should any be so
unwlse as to make their appearance, that the
contents of my good rife, would send them on
sson, not quite so pleasing spying the A.
merican camp
A hearty laugh from Stanwood followed this
remark, when he continued,
"These scenes are quite different from poach-
ing at midnight, in his lordship's covers, or fish
ing for trout through the openings of the treles
enclosure, of the pond at B. .+1 '.'
"B-,'' interrupted Herbert, "were YOU
"Was born there replied Stanwood, "but
time has nearly swept away all remembrance of
it, ..... -. ID ',7t ''.-.r-- lIl-n' 5.lifi 'r
"English, as supposed" said Herbert, fixing
his keen eye on the features of Stanwood. His
| lips quivcred, and in broken accents he exclam-
cd a.. a.-aasa Is .ag.. '..s t
| "Your name is Stanwood?" '.-. .t.... ri
eyes" ast ar>.-. ... .G.-.' E ....,...
"William?" :. ..4. .... Il s....-s-..
| eyes" . -...a. ..t ~.
"Good Heavens, he family calculated, ssis
it possible as he grasped the hand Of Stan
| wood H"Dont you remember the old school
master, Thompson, with whom we used to play
such tricks, and your friend Ed. HERBERT" The
truth Immediately flashed upon the mind of Stan
wood, the scenes of his boyhood days were again
before him, and he pressed his newly discovered
friend to his bosom. """ 7fan.s'1 '"u '- ..'
HYour parents-where7" "1 ~Fr6 ra' .'
"Do you see yon cottage?" said Herbert, in
terrupting him, "among those pines, there is
our new home" s.t r i .i&a
| "And Alice?" continued Stanwood. ~. ,...
"Ah! ha!' again interrupted Herbert ,s'an cx-
cellent memory you must have; she thinks the
new country a-paradise. She svery fond of her
garden, and displays the taste Of an experienced
florist in its arrangement. She sits in the sold
arm chair, beneath the shade Of the honey sue
kc, that climbs the lattice at the door, and sings
away as she plies her needle, like bird, from
morning till night. She has grown to be fine
girl, and begins already to flirt quite adrotly, at
the early eye of eighteen ff -"
'.Do you suppose she would remember me2"
said Stanwood. H f. Il. ,..1 .a1.slss
"Remember you! She was ,r,erc child when
you left England, for this land of promise But,
come, let us obtain leave Of absence for few
hours, and we will pay the cottage visit. BY
the way, where do your parents rcside?"
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