The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1852-10-27
From the Louisville Times.
Tie E.cecWtiOR.

n hEAINISCESCE OF THE MEXICAN WAR
Il never knew An Irshmau to turn his
back on his country's flag H-h'e@. Scott
During the IaIe war with the Mexican Re
public there were many dark scenes enacted
with which the world has never been made
acquainted. OF this character is the one
we are about TO relate. And just here, we
will promise the event occ urred, substantial
ly, as We give it.
Ii was during the stay Of the American ar.
my in the city Of Pue bl a, that we wish TO
introduce the reader into a cell of one of
those dull and gloomy dungeons, the walls
of which are filled with that nauceating
slime SO pernicious to the health of those
thrown in to them, which SO plcntiously
abounded in the large cities of the Mexican
Republic. Impatiently walking back and
forth betecen the narrow space of the filthy
cell. was tall, young, fine looking son Of
the "Green Isle of Erin" His bearing was
frank, and even lofty and noble, but a dark
sdade OF despondency rested on his brow,
and cast gloomy shadow over his features.
Suddenly he paused IN his walk, and attcn-
lively listened Fcotfall resound along the
corridor Of the dark sepuchral vault, and a
faint smile lllumes for a moment his con-
tracted and rigid features. The glare of a
lantern lightens up the deep gloom; the
key rattlcs in the door of his cell, and the
pondrous barrier rolls back on its hinges.
Two men entered. One, ahard, conrsc
featured, daredevil looking Englishman, the
huge bunch of keys at whose side at once
proclaimed him iailor. The othe was an
old man, clad in tattered, travel stained
uniform of the American soldier.
Seating the lantern on rude bench in the
cell, the jailor said, in harsh gruff voice.
Come old fellow. make good use of your
time, for will be back in ten minutes pre-
sisely;" and closing the door he left the old
gentleman and the prisoner alone. The mo-
. ment- his letreating footsteps had died away
along the corridor, the old gentleman threw
his arms around the neck of the prisoner, and,
IN tlemulous voics, broken by sobs, ex-
claimed:
~ 20, me son, me son; has it indade come
to this? Ochone, and is this the reward for
all ysz services rinthered yez adopthed
country, since this bloody war commince :?
Arrahl Teddy, an why did yex yeald to the
bloody spalpeen of Mexican, and leave the
camp at all?'' ~
Enough ofthat father" replied the pris-
oner with but slight accent OF the. ..'brogue, :"
"Tis true, I wssdeceived by the rascaly
Mexican: but, as God in Heaven is my wit
ness, left the American army merely for
the sake Of giving information which tho't
would be useful to Gen Gcott."
"a 'iBegorrah, Teddy an know this; but
the Gineral don't o, he will hang yez,
knOs he will! What must Idoe" And the
old man wept bitterly, wringing his hands in
anguish. Will ~
'Be calru, father, be calm,' replied the
young man. n"There is only one hope left.
Go TO General Scott. and tell him to let me
haze an audience with him. Tell him can
prove myself as innocent Of the crime of de-
seFtioa as the child yet in its mothers womb.
Tel hin to grant me but five minutes. and |
will explain all. But the jailor is coming.
Go to the General Immediately, and do as |
bid you. 1t issmy only hope" 9t
.ci Atthis moment the jailor appeared, and
4rdersd the old man to follow him; who pas
aioua&eiy embraced his son, and slowly left
I, he gloomy cen, q s.asl ta 's..ea
r. ~ ) ~ Haam