Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1851-11-20

last particle of affection upon the alter OF
their couMtry's freedom. No: she asked
nothing more than the lorc and presence of
her husband-a devotion that remained par
amount in her heart, permitting the presence
of none else. Grief! she could not submit
to bc left thus alone. The act must be re.
vokcd that made him one Of the army. She
would seek him-shc would implore him TO
come back 20 those who loved him, and to
whom he WAS all The world.
On that same day, ere tho sHn had rca,h
cd his meridian, unknown 10 any one, she
lief; her home, and after three hours weary
travel she stood beside her husband i'll the
camp, brsccching him TO return. Those
who witnessed her carncStncss were melted
by her tender rn,rcaties-thosc rugged sol
dicrs that would rush madly Oh bayouct and
cannon-marrll barcfooted over frozen
ground and through deep snow, sustained
only by icrvcnt patriotiSm-thcv wcpt rs
they behold this fond but timid wife cling
in~ to her husband. and with eloquent ell
dcarmrnt, begging him, for the love he bore
her. 10 return Uncc more 10 the GcsOlalc
hearth now left without protector. I'M
possible-hc had enlisted for the war-thc
! army could not spare any OF its number,
which. even at the best, WAS too small to
cope with larger force, better disciplined
and better clothed. Impossible! lie could
not with any decent grace, retreat from a
position so recently assumed. lie consolcd
her us best he could. but assured her OF the
impracticabiliv of leaving the army. She
must subm. it would be Il sacrifice no great
| or than had been made by thousands. There
WAS no remedy hut to wait i'll hope-thc
end Was certain, and the consequences would
be glorious But what could the poor wife
do! Ah,a thought has struck her. Size
will seek the tent of Washingtoll-at his
feet she will lay her petition.
Behold the hero in his tcEt-tlc great, the
god-likc, in whom arc joined all the virtues
created for the age and for the cause,
doing what none else could. Before him is
knrcling the wife of George Madden Her
petition has not been in vain. her tears have
not been without effect. She holds in her
hand paper that will restore 10 her her
husband: hut before she goes to the officer
Of his regiment she rcvcrcntly takes lhe
hand of her bcnciactor and presses it 10 her
lips: :. tear falls upon it which the good man
suffers to remain, and sends her from his
presence with Il bcncdiction, and words OF
hope and comfort!
Again she is in the presence of her hus.
cand-shc shows him his discharge with Il
banning countcnaucc, and words Of JOY.
NOW you will 60 home with me, George
and we will again be happy-oh, 50 happy !.
But 10 glow of satisfaction lit up his eye
no gladdcning emotions shed thicr radiance
over his features.
The discharge was recognized, and sh,
led her husband from the ranks Of his dcvo
It'd companions: but he went not fnrlh will
that manly dignity and firm step with wlicl
he entered the camp as u volunteer. The
eyes of the hardened soldiers were upoI
him-he fancied sconfully-his head drop
ped upon his chest, and suppressed whisper:
Kissed in his car like so many scrpcnts, eael
a voice of reproacll and shame: but tn!
timid and loving woman that led him fortf
from that camp of war was unconscious o
all this. She heard no whispers of rcproacl
she saw no scornful cyes--shc was only
conscious that she had recovered her lus
band, and what cared she for eyes and lips
The pickcts were passed, and the last guar(