The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1851-09-18


His eyes and his heart opened at this repre-
sentation, and that night lodged in a fine room,
and slept upon 4 clean, cool bed, after splen-
did bath, and good but light supper
"Ha! ha!" l exclaimed, verify, Caspa-,
thou art highly-fayoured youth, and oughtest
7 70 De uauKIUI and 50 I was. How rndI1y
hours have passed in that Mexican room, ga
zing upon the crucifx which mine host had
placed there because told him was CHristia1o,
(he thought I meant Catholic, for there the two
are synonymous,) and thought of this great
Battle of Life, Of which little Mexican battles
/ were but faint types; and then, even to the
Protestant churchman, the .SaUiolr and the cross
( were nota useless block He died for all; why.
/ then, were brethren fatteaiug the beasts of prey
I in that valley with brothers blood: In the dim
/ tracery Of moonlight; in the waxing ray Of the
blessed sleep-chasing morn; it stood there ga
zing upon me until II seemed like living, dy-
ing form, and demanded my pity and my love
Alas, alas that holy sentiment seeks extremes:
the benighted people Of Mexico, passing this
just but dangerous limit, worship the wooden
image, think 70 lay down their sins lightly be-
fore this construction of '' mans device" and
never look beyond into the clearer light and
more spiritual demands of heavens Lord and
Judge Theology from a soldier Ny dear
reader, they ought to know more Of It than they
do, bur give them credit for little l shall
have occasion hereafter, perhaps, more serious
II to challenge attention to the vileness Of the
Mexican church, and the grovelling vices Of the
clergy; and if, in the march of Improvement
one voice or one pen may aid to destroy their
unstable equilibrium, and shake and demolish,
not the turrets which ''gleam with crystalline
light but the dungeons so deep and dark
and terrible" changing if it be possible, the
den of thieves" into shouse of prayer" l
burn to be very red-cross knight in such
crusade, and viii highly value any honour
which it may confer.
Good rest and d little comfort were all the
medicines l needed, and I soon began, with re-
turning health, TO look around this summer re
treat of the Japonicas of Mexico-this Saratoga
Of the capital. There we're bevies Of pretty
girls. in whom curiosity soon conquered fear,
and who soon began to walk about, and coyly
invite the glances and smiles of the young Yam
kees-and young Yankees are proverbially fond
of pretty girls The church door was crowded
with uniforms 1T the early hour Of maths, and
at all the Sunday masses; and fear the = Lores
oft6s AnqsLs" obtained ascendency in influence
over the '.Lires Of the SAINTS" Take care,
young Mexicans Of the genus homo-we will
conquer you at another game than war. Look
to your allies-there are traitors in the camp,
One evening as l was sauntering before my
I door, one of the staff came up to me-they are
always in the vanguard Of fun, in the nay of it,
being at headquarters.
Hillo, Caspar, you are invited to a froic
over at an English gentleman factory, about
quarter Of mile from here; he's glorious
fellow, they say, and theCeu be some Eluy Joni-
tas senoritas there"
Good said I, I'm your man and my
heart jumped with pleasure which he only can
appreciate who has been months in camp, and
has but vague remembrance Of woman's
witchery.
/ Come along, it's time to GO"
: s.WeII." " said l, LEND me pair Of gloves"
..Gloves, Lord bless me, haven't seen 8
pair, except the Generals buckskins, for a
/ year"
That was a fix for our elegance
: .. Fo hay renaedio so we started for the rem
devious, and to my wonder and delight it proved
to be the house where l the beautiful girl
with the blue eyes and fair hair
We renewed our informal acquaintance, and
talked over the matter; received her sweet
congratulations upon my better health, and
feeling more like gentleman than l had for a
long time, stroked my beard, twirled my mus
tache, and set out with this charming young
lady, jabbering Spanish in unison, TO Tisapan,
the Factory of Mr.. Graham.
The moon was shining if it reflected more
light from q tropical sun, and over head, arch
ing most romantic road, beautiful trees tes-
selated the path with the graceful mosaics Of
leafv shadows. Everything conspired to furious
! sentiment-but, reader, had left my heart in
the Highlands, where the Hudson rolls his ma
jestic tithes TO the ocean.
What q confession - cries my friend Miss
Lucy; .your story has lost its sentiment"
So be it, lady fair Credit me with reality for
! what lack in romance -4LOrs.
The brightest eyes and the sweetest words
are aimless against untenanted breast-it
was mighty pleasant, though, I mas: confess
that quarter of mile was very short, and the
light and laughter issuing fror. the windows OF
Tisapan broke in even harshly upon the melli-
huous voice and the mellow light wbieh beguiled
that evening walk.
At Tisapan we we're received by Mr. Graham