The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1853-04-19
4 Sflefteo Gale,
A Tale of the Revolution.

A volume narrating the many high spirited
acts performed by the American women OF the
Revolutions, of all ranks of life, would make
one of the most interesting books Of our coun.
try's annals. Time in its seversweeping course,
has buried in oblivion, facts of everlasting re-
membrance, because there was no chronicle to
mark down the events of the period. But there
exists traditionary stories in many families
which can be gathered, and they shall be
chronieled among such sketches the wo-
men of the Revolution, noble-hearted, shall
not be forgotten.
Seventy y-five years ago, there stood upon the
summit of Murray Hill,' handsome country
seat, the residence of Robert Murray, Qua.
ker merchant of much eminencein New Y ork.
1t was q, beautiful country mansion, surround
ed by gardens .and fruit trees, and just far
enough from the city, as it existed at that day,
to be delightfully."- rural and undsturbed from
the encfoachment of unasked city visitors.
afternoon in September, Is years BY gone, that
lady in the :garb Of Quakeress stood upon
the portico of her dwelling, looking anxlously
into theroad which passed about hundred
Yards in front. Her countenance was mild.
but then expressed great anxiety-and not
without reason, for ever and anon was heard
the loud peal of cannon, and the, rafting fire
of mssketry, as if men were engaged in dead
" strife, and now and then a faint cheer arose
amid the clangor of arms.
Up the road in rapid retreat passed large
bodies Of soldiery.l Artillery men rode along
at the head Of their pieces, the baggage carts
and ammunition wagons ,mingledin themelee.
Il WAS evident the Americans were leaving the
city in rapid fight to save themselves from
being cut off from intrenchments in the upper
part of the Island. -
Three CIR four negro servants Of both sexes
stood near to her, to whom she from time to
time addressed herself Presently black fel-
low came rushing towards the house, from a
branch of the road, his eyes protruting from
fright and his mouth extended from ear to ear.
20 Missus down in the meadow, near de
bay, is a hundred dead sojers, and de English
are driving the Mericans wild guns and swords
before dem Oh, Missus, sight is horrible
.Thee says truly, Cato-the sight is horn.
ble. Why, oh God will men butcher each
other, defacing the imageof their Creator! +! and
sOh, see; Missus exclaimed several of tie
servants.
-Four soldiers in the blue and buff uniform
of the Continentais turned from the road up
the broad avenue, filled with trees, which led
to the house, bearing upon litter of reversed
muskets a young man from whose body TIE
b ood was oozing SO fast that it marked the
track along the whole path. On they came
towards the mansion.
Cato ! Maggy! bring instantly matrass
and pillows, and place them here in this shady
spot. Fly, all of thee! poor youth poor
youth! he is dying
The faithful negroes were absent but a mo-
ment, before they returned with matrass, pill
lows, sheets and blankets, and placed them in
a cool corner Of the wide portico, which ex.
tended the whole length of the mansion. The
soldiers came up, and the leader of the party
addressed the lady:
MADAM, our ensign is. badly wounded. Our
Captain directed us, claiming your liberality.
to leave him here. The surgeon will soon
follow ~~.,..- -n.
Thee has done right. The shelter God has
bestowed on me shall ever be open to the un
unfortunate. Poor youth poor youth" she
exclaimed as they laid him upon the matrass.
The Young officer opened his eyes and sazed
around him. His age was not more than twen-
ty-fair.haired and fair skinned, but pale, very,
very pale-for the signs Of death were too
strongly marked on his white and even brow,
to be mistaken. His eyes were of deep blue ;
as they fixed their glance upon the fine ex-
pressive features of the Quaker lady, he muir
INJURED almost inaudibly-
Mother
Poor boy! thou hast mother living, then
one who perhaps is now lifting her voice to
God to save thee from the dangers of the
bloody calling in Which thou hast falen.-Raise
his head, soldier, a little more. He will soon
be at rest But the last sentence was mutter-
ed to herself.
The surgeon now came rapidly up the ave-
nue, and was soon at the side of the youth.
He felt his pulse, opened his vest, and two
gunshots were seen, around which the blood
was fast congeaiug.
sPoor Dick, he has seen his last fight said
the surgeon. Either of these wounds, madam,
is mortal-he cannot live at longest half an
hour. Follow your companions, men, the foe
is close behind. My good lady, farewell, l
can be of no use here. Let me beg of you
the favor to get this boy buried by the enemy,
when they inter their own dead He bent
hastily over the dying ensign, wiped away
tear and rushed out after the soldiers.
The good Quaker lady took one hand of
the youth in her own, and passed the other
over his clammy brow, where the cold drops
of approaching death were fast gathering.
He opened his eyes for the last time, smiled
upon the woman whose gaze was now fixed
upon him, murmured family dear mothern