Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1852-09-03
The Maiden and the Hero.

The Maiden and the Hero.
On the night of the battle of Brandywine, was
sent with message from Gen. Green to Count Pu-
laski, noble Polander, who took a prominent part
in our freedom. He quartered in neat house
near the upper fords. After business was FIN
ished the Count asked to take Refreshments,
and at the time he called out .
Mary my lass, A'ary.';
In an instant a rosy checked girl entered, her face
beaming with Joy, it would seem at the very sound
of Pulaski's voice. s
Did you call me. Count 2" said she timidlv
g How often have tod you. my little love- he
said, bending his TALL form to kiss her cheek, mot
to call me Count; call me your dear Pulaski. This
is republic, my little favorite. We have no Counts,
you know
= But you a Count sir, when at home, and
they say you long way over the ocean to fight
for us"
':Yes. yes, Mary, very true did come long
way but one reason why, was, had to come, in "A
measure Now, can you get for this gentleman and
myself little refreshment? He has long way to
ride to-night'
Certainly, SIR and she went out of the room
like fairy.
"A fine, pleasant girl" said Pulaski "would that
had the wealth that once had, would give her n
portion that would send half the youth hereabouts
after her sweet face \ ~. \
On the morning of the 11th of September 1879,
the British Army advanced in full force to Chadds
Ford, for the purpose of crossing the Brandywine
Creek, and bring action with Washington.
Sir William Howe drove Maxwell's division across
the creek by ten o'clock at of the lower fords.
The Hessian General Knouphausen. with large
force advancing up the side of the creek and uniting
with Lord CORVALLIS who commanded the left wing
of the army crossed at the upper furds of the river
and creek.
1t SO happened that during the raging of the con
fict in carrying orders passed Immediately in d.
recon of Puaski's quarters, that had visited the
night before. Situated the house was in the
midst of BATTLE curiosity induced me to ride up
Suddenly sheet Of fame burst forth. The house
was on fire Near the door step lay the body of Ma
ry, her head cut open by SABRE and her brains
! ing out of terrible wound | had not been there
more than minute, when Pulaski at the head of a
troop of cavalry, galloped rapidly to the house
shall never forget the expression of his face, he
shouted like demon on seeing the inanimate form
':Who did this ~
little boy that had not been before noticed. who
was lying amid the grass, his leg dreadfully man.
gled, said
{" There, there they go!'
He pointed to company of Ilessians, then some
distance off.
Right wheel, men, charged"
And they did charge; do not think that one man
of that Hessan corps left the fields except to be
placed in the grave.
The last saw of Pulaski was on the battle ground
of Brandywine.
AUSTRALIA IN THE LIGHT.-Picture to yourselves
in the midst of the ocean, surrounded with precipi-
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forest diversified with mountains and valleys; innu-
merable places without tree; rivers of those
consisting only of chain of ponds others of them
after running for hundreds of miles through extern
sive tracts of fertile SOIL suddenly disappearing in
the midst of arid sand while others of them roll
their majestic streams for thousand miles, until
they mingle their waters with the ocean here and
there, like oasis in the wilderness, solitary patch
of cleared land with hut constructed of slabs and
bark in the rear; tribe of naked blacks carrying
their weapons of war; roaming across the distant
plains large tracts Of open forest land, resembling
a gentleman's domain in England, but occupied by
only the kangaroo and the emu. which seem to
claim and enjoy hereditary possession lofty ranges
covered with the most beautiful verdure to their We
ry SUBMITS; extensive lagoons darkened with legons
of wild ducks and teal the property Of any man who
may choose 10 shoot them; innumerable birds, OF
the most beautiful plumage, chipping on every
branch around you flowers, of every hue and shade
Of color. srewing your path wherever you go; above
you Italian sky, without cloud or speck, and
the air you inhale pure and bamy fearful silence
pervadng the forest around you andimpressing your
mind with the idea of solitude and desolation-Ma
is australia p"
RAzoRs.-Barbers often tell US that razors get
tired of shaving but if laid by for twenty days they
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