Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1852-03-11
VOL..VI

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est, where the fight is most bloody; there yoe
may see stout form striding on, lifting huge
hammer into light. Where that hammer falls
it kils-where that hammer strikes, il crushes
1t is the blacksmiih's form. And the war-cry
that he shouts! Is it mad cry of vengeance,
half howl, half hurrah1 Is it but fierce yell
breaking up from his heaving chest' wv
All no! All no.
1t is the name of-MARY. 1t is the name Of
his young wife! 4H w e ltt aaer
| Oh, Mary-sweetest name of woman-name
so soft, so rippling, so musical name of the
mother of Jesus, made holy by poetry and reli-
gion-how strange did your sylables of music
ring out from that blacksmith's lips, as he wen,
numbering on! -,...,.-- .se..F R..2
| - Nary he shouts, as he drags that red.
coated trooper fiom his steed; Maryn he
shrieks, as his hammer crnshes down, LAYING
that officer to the dust Look another officer
with gallant face and form-another officer,
glittering in tinsel, clasps the blacksmith by the
knees, and begs mercy.
Il have wife-mercy! have wife yon-
der in Englaud-spare me y ....
| The blacksmith, crazed as he is, trembles-
there is a tear in his eye.
i would spare yon, but there is form be
fore me, the form of my dead wife! That form
has gone before me all day! She calls on me
TO strikel'
The hammer fell, and then rang out that
strange war-cry-' NARY
AT last, when the battle was over, he was
found by wagner, who had at least shonldered
cart-whip in his coun,ry's service. He was
found sitting by the roadside his head sunken,
his leg broken, the life blood yelling from his
many wounds. .,...
The wagner would have carried him from
the field, but the stout blacksmith utterly re-
fused
you see, neighbour he said in that voice
husky with death, never medded with the
British till they burned my home-tll they
he could not speak the outrage, but his wife,
his child, were there before his dying eyes
and now I've but five minutes life in me. I'D
like to give shot at the British afore / die
Dye see that cherry tree1 Place ne there
give me powder-horn, three rifle balls and a
good rifle !; that's all ask.
The wagner granted his request he lifted
him 10 the foot of the cherry-tree he placed
the rife, the balls and the powder-hagn in his
grasp. Then whipping his horses through the
narrow pass, from the summit of neighboring
height, he looked down upon the last scene of
the blacksmth's life.
There lay the stout man at the foot of abe
cherry tree, his head sunk, his broken leg
ing from his wounds-he was dying.
Suddenly he raised his head-a sound struck
on his ear. A party of British came rushing
along the narrow road, mad with carnage and
thirsting for blood. They pursued scattered
band of Continentals. An officer led the way,
waving them on with his sword.
The blacksmith loaded his rife that
eve bright with death he took the AIM
That's for Washington he shouted, as lie
fired. The officer lay quivering in the road
side dust. On and on came the British
nearer and nearer TO the cherry lree-Ihe
Continentals swept by. Again the black.
smith loaded, again he fired. That's for Mad
Anthony Waynen lie shouted, as another Of
6cer bit the dust. ....... .
The British now came rushing towards
the cherry tree, determined to cul down the
wounded man, who, with his face towards
them, bleeding as he was; dealt death
among their ranks. A iair visaged officer
with golden hair waving in the wind, LED
them on. ........I ..r.... ......... .......
The blacksmith raised bis rife; with tha,
hand stiffening 10 denih, he took the aim he
fired the young Briton fell with sudden
shrek. . ..- ...-....
Sand that cried the blacksmith, in {
voice that strengthened into shout, 'anc
that's for
His voice was gone! The shrek died or
his white lips. U.. .....
His head sunk-his rife fell.
A single word bubbled up with his deatI
organ. Even now me,lninks hear tina
word echocs and trembling there among
the rocks OF Brandywine. That word wns-
MARY ..