The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1852-01-22

ring his absence, adversely had given the fortune
niS 1ather to the wind, and he had died in an
humble cottage, unlamented by the friends of
prosperity. .-4.l 80
AT the request of my fellow traveller, accom-
PANIED him to the house of mourning Two or
! three poor cottagers sat around the fire. The
CONN, with the lid open, lay across the table
near the window. A few white hairs fell over
the white face of the deceased which seemed to
artculate clearly that he died from sorrow rather
than from age. The son pressed his lips to his
fathers cheek. He groaned in spirit and was
troubled Ee raised his head in agony, and, in
a voice almost inarticulate with grief, exclaimed
inquiringly, My Mother!"
The wondering peasants started to their feet
and in silence, pointed to a lowly bed. He
fastened forward-he fell on his knees bv the
bedside.
MY mother o, my mother" he exclaimed.
q do you too leave me- am your own son
your own Willie; have you, too, forgotten me,
mother?
! She, too, lay upon her death bed, and the tide
of life was fast ebbing; but the remembered
voice of her beloved son drove it back for q
moment. She opened her eyes-she attempted
J
head She spoke; he alone knew the words
that she uttcred-they seemed accents of min
ged anguish Of JOY and of blessing For seve-
raj minutes he bent over the bed and wept Bit
'ery. He held her withered hand in his: he
started; and the hand he held was still and
+ lifelessi ...E a. .... -
/ He wept no longer; he gazed from the dead
body of his father to that of his mother; his
/ eyes wandered wildly from one to the other. he
smote his hand upon his brow, and threw him
self upon chair, while misery transfxed him.
as If a thunderbolt had entered his soul
/ wiinot give desert ption of the melancholy
! funeral and the solitary mourner The fathers
obsequies were delayed, and the son laid both
his parents in the same grave.
Several months passed away before gained
information respecting the sequel of my little
story. After his parents were laid in the dust,
William Campbell, with sad and anxious heart,
made inquiry after Jeanie Leslie, the object of
his early affections, to whom we have alluded
For several weeks his search was fruitless; but
( at length he learned that property had been left
her father by distant relative, and that he now
resided somewhere in Dumfrieshire
In the same garb which have already de-
scribed, the soldier set out upon his journey.
With little difficulty he discovered the house
1t resembled such as are occupied by the higher
class of farmers. The front door stood open.
! He knocked, but no one answered. He ap-
preached along the passage-he heard voices in
an apartment his right-again he knocked,
but was unheeded He entered unlimited A
group was standing in the middle of the floor,
Al.
marriage service the Church of Scotland The
! bride hung her head sorrowfully, and tears were
stealing down her cheeks-she was his own Jea-
| ME Leslie The clergyman paused. The brides
father stepped forward angrily, and enquircd,
| ''What do you want, sir ?" but instantly recog-
nizing his features, he seized him by the breast,
and in voice half choked with passion, contin-
ued-'Sorrow talk ye for scoundrel! What
bro't We here, an the mair especially at q time
like this? Sir, 1 say Willie Campbell, get out
O my house, an never darken my door again
wi your ne'er-do-well countenance."
A sudden shrek followed the mention of his
name, and Jeanie Leslie fell into the arms of
her bridesmaid.
/ 'Peace, MIR. Leslie said the soldier, pushing
the old man aside, ''since matters are thus
VIII ollly stop TO say 1areWell Tor auIu lang
syne you cannot deny me that"
He passed towards the object of his young
love. She spoke not, she moved not; he took
| her hand, but she seemed unconscious of what
! he did And, as he again gazed npon her beau
tiful countenance, absence became a dream
upon her face. The very language he had ac-
quired since their separation was set aside
! Nature triumphed over art, and he addressed
! her in the accents in which he had first breathed
love, and won her heart
! ''Jeanie,' said he pressing her hand between
1 his sits sair thing to say farewell, but at
present maun to say it. This is a scene new
er expected to witness for OH Jeanie could
! have trusted to your truth and to your love, as
| the farmer trusts to seedtime and harvest, and
is not disappointed. oh, Jeanie, woman this
/ is like separating the flesh from the bones, and
burning ti.e marrow ! But ye maun be anither's
now-fareweH farewell 70
''No, no my ain Willie!" she exclaimed
covering from the agony of stupefaction, .my
1 hand is still free, and my heart has ever, been
/ yours--sayc, Willie, save me :" and she threw.
herself into his arms
The bridegroom looked from one to another,