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From the State Rights Republican.
The Martyr Of South Carolina,

ne Sun-llgHL SlrcalIlcQ through tnp prison
easement, and lit up with CLEAN of happi-
ness the lonely cell It's beams fell upon one
VINO would never again behold its setting,
and brought to his sad heart thoughts Of his
home, his country, his own gloomy fate, and
dreams Of the past-the buried past 1t is
the last time that sun will ever dawn for lin
the last time he can gaze upon lis beams,
glanciug over the bright waters, or watch the
glad waves of the blue Atlantic, aS they lave
the glowing shores Of his native State. There
has gone forth that awful sentcncc-:Thou
shalt die !'' He has been condemned as 4 trail
tor, and he must die Il traitors death. Tra-
tor! must such as he be called traitcr'
He was torn from the couch off, dying wife.
and marched toa gloomy prison.-Thcre, the
soldiers of King George offered him this al.
tentative: "Swear not TO take up arms sgainst
your king, and you shall not be called upon
to fight against your country. Give us this
oath and you may return; refuse, and the pri-
son must'be your abode. Ibeteelings ofthc
man triumphed over those ofiH patriot, and
he swore.t6 remain .peptrats 2 ie promise of
The British was Broken; he was called upon
to support the Royal Standard! This relcas-
ed him from his allegiance, and he again drew
his sword in defence Of America. This WAS
treason to his Majesty; for this he must die
Nothing could save him. Lord Rawdon
turned away from the petition Of the Gov
ernor, and with cold elegance dcnicd the re-
quest of "Carolina's rebel daughters" Then
came she .who was bound by the ties OF sis
terhood,' to be condemned, and with her his
son: but the proud Briton, turning AWAY from
that sisters glance, and the mild, mplor!ng
look of that noble boy, as he prayed him to
spare his fathers life, answered still, He must
die" That solemn cdict, Death by the GLIB
bets rope has been spoken. and calmly and
feariessly Cardinals patriot son awaited his
doom
Alone in the deep and massy prison. the
stray sun-bcams cleaning over the dark, damp
floor, and the thick, grey wall, the spider weav-
ing her gossamcr web over The names Of those
who have suffered rs he now suffers, the crick-
ct on the cold earth, was the cap;ive-alonc,
with his God! That God only might ever
know the conflicting emotions that swept over
heart aud mind. lie knew the keen agony
that wrapt his soul in gloom. He alone could
cheer that noble spirit, shrouded in darkness
and woe. A vision Of the future came over
his soul vision of his country in chains and
bondage; her soil, enriched by tile hearts
blood of her brave sons, smiling plentiful
harvest for the opprssor: her children the
slaves of England's monarch. Then came 4
dream of all that he would have done for that
bleeding country; dream of the laurcls she
would have wreathcd around his brow. and
the blessing that would have rested upon his
name.
Clearly upon the still mir ST. Mich;el's chime
toled forth the hour oftwrlvc. St. ilichTFs
chime! How many thoughts does that sound
bring to my mind thoughts Of all that has
been, and can never, never be again. My
wife, have no tears for thee; they were all
shed when we laid thee down to sleep in thy
still damp grave. Thou hast watched over
me in sdeep, immaculate, immortal love" from
thy spirit home. Thy smile has bcamcd upon
me in the soft light Of the stars-thy voice
low-toned and sweet, has whispered to me il
the gentle murmur Of the wind And now
| am fastening to join thee in that Heaven
where the tread of armies. the wild blast OF
the trumpet, and the fierce battle-cry are nev.
er heard. There is bliss, there is Heaven in
the thought, and yet, Earth. thou hast strong
ties to bind me to thee. NY children, must
leave you fatherless and alone. The deer
waters of the dark and turbid river will sool
roll between you and me.-Thcn. who vii
care for you, my orphan one? He who has
promised to be "father to the fatherless,
even the Shepherd of Israel He will shicl(
you from every danger, and sustain yor
through all the stormy strife of your exist
enee. Live so, that when he sends his angel:
to call you from this world Of death and sor
rowqyou may be ready to meet him in bright
er and hoer land. May the only King serve
look down upon you, my children, and gran
a dying fathers @God bless YOU"
"NIy country! my country! must lcav,
thee still in irons? thy shores trodden by tn,
foot of the proud oppressor, thy houses desc
late and laid waste by British tyranny. NJ,
cup of agony is full, yet bless thee, my Fai
ther, that one drop of fjoy-stern, indecd-bu
oh, how bIissful is mingled amidits deepest
darkest dregs thank thee that l may di
for my country, than which more gloriou
death thy sun never shone upon. Willngl
do give back the life thou gavest, willngl
do l lay it down upon the altar of Liberty