Semi-weekly Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1851-1852, 1851-03-21

couutry's honor. Woman never boasted more
graceful and lovely fgure-never did an eye
beam with more spirituality in its deep blue
dre-a heayen. born face moulded in the form
of beauty. with intellectually enthroned in its
brilliant expression. Dark r.nylets shaded the
roseate flush Of her cheeks Ills Nh image of
thy mothers beauty, with its classic outlines
rs widely portrayed in your own face. She
was the admired l,elle of Ninety.six. Wooed
by every beau, that could hope to win smile.
Her fair hand was the charm of many enau,or.
ed youth, who essayed in vain, to win its more
beautiful owner. Shed apassing tear to her
memory, for she now lies entombed with the
dead. Blanca, for that w..s her name, paused
! for moments watchisg the graceful step'of
man gliding from the sombre shades beneath
the dense foliage, to the open plot illumined by
the moonlight A handkerchief bending from
staff to the breeze, its lily folds, was omiuous.
Blanca read its import. Quickly retreating,
with the low and soft notes of a tune upon her
lips, which scarcely had died away on the I" de-
sert air." before she was saluted by graceful
bow from the young loyalist Few words, in
whispers, were interchanged, which the silent
woods reposed in secrecy. All love is faith.
fuI sentinel. This occurrence would still be
mystery, had not future events given US clue
to interpret its meaning
A moment WIS crisis Of hope, for upon the
safe return OF the loyalist depended the fate OF
one dearest to Blanca. Her love had just been
consunmated by a matrimonial alliance to
British officer, an ardent and attached loyalist.
whose commanding and graceful figure set off
with an epaulette, had attracted the admiration
of Blanca, who received in return the full de-
votion of youthful lover. She met this off,
Ger by fortuitous circumstances, which introdu-
ced them to each other at a dining party Of
near relative, allied to the British cause. 1t is
Just to say OF that enanored youth that. he pos
sessed every accomplishment that could refine
his manner, or elevate his feelings. youth,
by his gallant conduct, more full of glory,
than of years" He loved with passion as
.' chaste as the lcirle that hangs on dams tenn.
ple." He breathed to Bianca tender sentiments
of love. She gave a listening ear to his tale.
He wooed she loved-and thus this princess
of beauty was welded to the prince of loyalty,
who was then fighting against father and broth
er of Bi,ncl What is wonans What is
love g. what will it not sacrfces leave the
enigma for your solution.
This British officer was now garrisOned in
the fort 96, then under COL Cruger. The
stranger we mentioned, received lhY news from
Blanca of Lord Rawdon's approach with re-
iniorcements to relieve Cruger. Blanca had,
that evening, apprzed the garrison that, she
was in receipt OF important intelligence. The
young loyast became the bearer of the glad
tidings of Rawdon's approach, and quickly
mounting his st.ed, fastened to u woodbine
hard by, and under the fires Of the sentnels,
dashing successfully, and at full speed by the
pickcts he was admitted with hurrahs into the
garrison. History has. long since, chronicled
the desperate change OF the .forlorn hope" led
on to death by Lieuts. Dowal aud Seltlen, when
the discharged cannon gavo the signal for this
noble band to make the onset and effect the
breacll--ar,d under the blaze Of artillery they
rushed to meet the bayonets and pickete that
brstled above the parapets. Alas! this DIES.
perate charge only signnlized itself, by the dis.
play of the most brilliant act of heroism thatglo-
ry could claim or patriotism inspire. With this
| Involuntary digression, we will hasten our sto.
~, which has a momrnh more nouruful and
melancholy, than the event of that forlorn hope
Crugcr speedily evacuated '96. And soon
the dearest idol oil Bialca's first love was sum.
moned to impress farewell kiss upon her woe.
beeone cheek, already bathed in tears, by the
sad fate of brother of the forlorn hope
The officer fingered long in bidding adieu--
but time and duty soon broke the spell that
wooed moments stay.
In the North. West room Of yon Blue House
looking towards the fort, was the chamber Of
Blanca, III which, she poured forth tears Of
grief Yes, oft has she shed a bitter, burning
tear, as she gazei upon the deserted fort--the
monument OF won,an's fraty--the record Of
woman's devotion to Il lover, even ut the sacri
| flee of brother.
III fancy, now, see that face like Niobe, all
bathed in tears--with grief and despair mant-
linz the wan check, where once the lily and
rose blended, to make the carlIation more beau.
tilul
A man with the frost of years upon his head.
returns to the smiles of home. The dim fire
of her eye frightened anew, the wonted Grim
son again blusned upon her cheek, rs she EN-.
braced latl,er fresh from the glories Of war.
But along with him comes the news OF a lovers
death, which once more elthroned sorrow in
her broken heart. Yet, sadier tale fingers
on our pen. The cause-'tis love turned to
hate. Another loved, and too with jealous
hate, yea, with blind and morbid passion.
that poisoned the purity Of love and changed