Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1852-02-26
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wife. no child must meet death alone .
but must meet him. as I have met him
in battle, without a fear l''
And while he stood arraving lis limbs
IN that worm-eaten coat Of blue and silver.
the good preacher spoke 70 him of faith in
Jesus. Yes, of that great faith which
pierces the clouds Of human guilt and
rolls them back from the face Of God.
Faith J" echoed that strange man.
who stood there, erect with the death cLili
on his brow, the death-light in his eve
Faith l' Can It give me back my hon
or
Look. ye priest, there over the waves.
sits George Washington. telling to his
comrades, the pleasant story of the eight
years war-there in his royal halls sits
George of England, bewaHing in his idiot
voice, the loss of his Colonies. And here
am l-I-who was first 10 raise tie fag
Of freedom. the first TO strike a blow a
gainst the King, here am |, dying, ali. dy-
ing like dog 7
The awe-strickeu preacher started back
from the look of the dying maa, while
throb, tbrob throb. beat the deatb-watch
in the shattered. damp wall
Hush silence along the limos there g"
he muttered in that wild absent tone. as
though speaking to the dead silence a
long the lines Not word. not a word
on peril Of your lives.
Hark you, Montgomery We viii meet
there, IN victory or die HIST Silence,
my men, not whisper, as we move mp
these steep rocks Now on my boys. now
on Men Of the Wilderness. we will gain
the town Now up with the banner Of
the stars, up with the flag Of freedom
though the night Is dark aud the snow
falls Now, now" shrieked that death
stricken man, towering there in the blue
uniform, with his cleuched hands waving
in the air "now, now One blow more
and Quebec is ours"
And look His eye grows CLASSY -#
With that word on his lips. he stands
there-ah, what hideous picture Of des-
pair, erect, lived, CHASTITY There for
moment, and then he falls He was deadl
All. look at that proud form, thrown cold
and stiff upon the damp floor In that
CLASSY eye there fingers, even yet, horri-
bic energy, subllmity Of despair.
Who IS this strange man. diving here a
lone, in this rude garret; this man, VINO.
in all crimes, still treasured up that blue
uniform, that faded flag Who Is this be
ing of horrible remorse this man. whose
memories seem to link something ofheav-
en-, and more of hell Let US look at
that parchment and flag The aged min
lister unrolls that faded flag, it IS q blue
banner, cleaning with thirteen stars lie
unrolls that parchment 1t is q coloneIs
in the Continental army. ad-
dressed to-l}ENEDICT AeNoLD'
And there. in that rude hHt. uaiie the
death-watch throbbed like heart III the
shattered wall, there, unknown. uuwept.
in all the bitterness Of dcsolation. lay the
corse Of the Patriot and Traitor
0, that our own true Washington had
been there, to sever that good right arm
from the corse and while the dishonored
body rotted into dust. to bring home that
good right arm, and embalm i among The
holiest memories of the Past For that
right arm struck many a gallant blow for
freedom, yonder 1T Ticonderoga at Que
bee, Champlain. and Saratoga that arm,
yonder, beneath the snow-white mountain
in the deep siienceof the river of the dead,
first raised into light the Banner Of the
Stars"