Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1852-09-29

never forgotten them. "Do thy duty" she
said. Now, the duty of soldier was al.
ways, and in all things, to obey; and in all
things and always, obeycd. 1t was to 60
strai ght forward-to face danger without
hesitation, without second thought. Those
who saw me thus, rs it were to seek to
meet the bullets, said, "rhcre is brave
fellow" They might have better said
there is man who loves his mother"
"One day letter brought me the tidnys
she was ill-my own poor mother! | longed
to 90 to her. asked for leave Of absence !;
it was not granted. remembered her last
words" Ii thou love thy mother do thy
duty" submitted. 4 little while after
heard that she was dead. Oh! my senses
forsook me at any risk determined to
travel to the country. Whence proceeded
so ardent, so impetuous desire to see once
more place where my mother had just
died -! will tell you; and as you have 4
mother, and as she loves you, and as you
love her, you will TN !ers,and me.
owe peasants of Morvan are simple
and confding race. We have not received
the instruction, nor attained the knowled sc
that they have in cities; but we have our
beliefs, which the townfolks call superst-
tons. What matters the name! Be they
supcrstilons or beliefs, we have them, and
clever would be the man who could uproot
them. Now, one of these beliefs to which
we cling most, is that which attributes to
tie first flower that blows in the grave
mould, such virtue that he who gathers it
is certain of never forgetting the dead, and
of never being forgotten by them. Belief
how dear, how sweet! With it, death has
no tcrrors-for death, without forgetting, or
being forgotten, is but sweet sleep, but
calm reposo after long toll. That flower
Il painted to see it bud-I painted to gather
it. | abandoned my post aud went on my
way After ten days of long and weary
march, reached my mothers grave. The
earth seemed yet fresh-no flower appeared
waited. Six weeks elapsed and then one
lovely morning saw little blue flower
Forget me not" As plucked it, shed
glad tears. for methought that little flower
was my mothers soul; that she had fell
that was near, and that under the form oil
that flower had given herself to my heart
once more.
"There was nothing now to d=tain ME in
the country, formy father had soon followed
my mother to the grave, and had plucked
my precious flower; what more did want
remembered>my mothers cIarge-du t y
duty! | sought the gems d'armes, and
said, al am deserter-arrest me-"
And now am to die (; and if, as you assured
me, have in you friend, | die without
regret, for you will do me the only service
require. The flower which at the risk o
my life | p'uckcd from the grave, is here, r
a little case next to my heart Promise mt
that you will see that they do not take i
fom me. 1t is the link which unites me tc
my mother, and if | thought it would b.
broken, oh, should not have tho courag,
TO die Say, do you promise
to do what ask Of you?"
&C. promise" said the officer
"Your hand, that | may press it to m,
heart. You are very kind to me and if tn,
Almighty God were in his omnirotencc t,
give me my life a second time, woul'
devote it. YOU"
The friends parted.
The next day had dawned. They ar
rived at the place Of execution; and alread
had the fatal sentence been read, when tn