New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-07-10

mined charges upon the right and left flank of the
enemy, and III these he received the scars which
his cOuntTymen nov see upon his manly front.
Our men were now almost worn down with IA tigue
dying with thirst, for which they could gain no
Ielirf The British, with fresh renforcements
their men recruited and rested, after the interval
Of another hour, made their third aud final effort
to r. gain the position. They advanced delivered
their FIRE az before and although il was returned
with the deadly effect, steadily pressed for.
ward. The TreMty. first again sustained the
shock, and both lines were soon engaged in a con-
fict. obstinate and dreadful beyond description.
The right and LEFT Of the American line fell back
for moment, but were Immediately rallied by
their officers. $50 desperate did the battle now
become, that many battaons on both sides were
forced back, the men, engaged in indscrlminate
melee, fought hand to hand, and with muskets
dubbed and $50 terrific was the conflict where
the cannon were stationed, that Major Ilindman
bad to engage them over his guns and gun-car-
nages, and finally to spike two of his pieces, under
the apprehension that they would fall into the
hands OF the enemy" At length most desperate
and determined charge was made upon both OF the
enemy's TANKS they wayered, recoiled, gave way,
and the center soon following, they relinqushcd
the fight and made final retreat.
The annals Of warfare on this continent have
never shown more desperate fighting. Bayonets
were repeatedly crossed and after the action, many
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British force engaged was about five thousand
men the American thirty-fye hundred: the COM
bined loss in killed and wounded, seventeen hun
DIRE d and twenty-five, officers and men. The bat
tie commenced at halfpast four o'clock in the
afternoon, and did not terminate till midnight.
We were so mingled, said the Major, and so great
the confusion in the darkness, that a. was sit
ting with a group Of officers in the early part Of
the night on horseback, British soldier came up
to us, and recovering his musket, under the sup
position that he was addressing Ole of his own
officers, said Colonel Gordon will be much
obliged, sir, if YOU will march up the three hum
dred men in the road to his assistance immediate
ly, as he is very hard pressed" | called him
nearer, and pressing his musket down over my
holsters made him prisoner. What have ! done,
sir said the astOnished man, "what have done p
and to convince u British officer, a. he supposed,
OF his LOYALTY. exclaimed, " Hurrah for the King,
and damn the lankees!' As he was marched to
the rear, the poor fellow was cut down by grape
slot. In another part Of the field, Captain Spen-
Ger, who was soon after killed, pulled up suddenly
on a body OF men ia full march. In reply to his
demand, "WnGt regiment is that = he was an
swered. "The ROYAL Scots" With great pres
ence of mind, he replied, Halt Royal Scots till
further Orders," and then turning his hors head,
galloped from their dangerous proximity. 1t was
II horrid conflict, and humanity signs over the
slaughter OF the brave men who fell III 1t.
But here we are, at the graye-y ard, with its
dropping willows and Towering locusts. No
armed men now disturb It's calmness and repose
no ponderous artillery wheels rudely cut its con-
secrated mounds; no savage execration, no moan
Of anguish, break now upon It's hallowed silence.
The lOng grass and blossomirg heather waive now
green alike over the graves Of friend and enemy.
See from this point how gently and gracefully
undulutes the battle field the woods bowling to
the evening breeze, the soft sunlight pOurs
through then branches show not the gashes rude
cannon. shot the plain, loaded and bending with
the Yellow harvest, betTays no human gore yon
III scathed, scorched and blackened with cannon
fame the very Iesting,plac of the deadly battery,
shows no relic OF the fierce death-strugge, COW
cred with the fragrant clover and wild blue-bell,
the bee in monOtous hum banquets over it. Nought
mars the serenity of mature she smiles upon us.
Yet burned in common funeral pyre, the ashes OF
those brave men, of friend and foe there mingle in
the bosom wherce they issued. The furious con-
hict over, they have lain down in quiet and, Ike
Young children, sleep gently in the lap of that
common mother who shelters with like protection
the little fed-mouse from its gambols and tur-
haLCd Sultan sinking amid his PROSTATE millions
Shades of my gallant countrymen. Shades OF
their daring foes, farewell Never had warriors
more glorious death-couch, the eternal Cataracts
roar Your requiem