Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-04-20

had music In his soul as many Gt the IN
had, that there was rapture. and terror
too, and society in the deep woods. in
whose roar :herc was music as OF the sea =.
But the ocean of " hich you sung. washes
the shores where you sat singing, and no
wrinkle is written on its brow. and there
is no stain on the slopes of its waves,
while the grand old forests, great as the
ocean YOU loved in their vastness, are
ashes and ;he superstitions that haunted
their dim courts, vanished when the sun
touched the ground without casting d
shadow.
And shall the conquerors Of this stu
pendous wilderness be forgotten? the men
who hacked down the grim, mighty. an
Cient monarchs OF the wOodS-the hunt
ers. who in the wan drear light of the
forest fought so many good fights. roved
thousands Of weary leagues. 'blazed' the
trees with their tomahawks on paths
along which the iron horse now tnun-
ders; must this scampering generation
hurry out Of sight of them, and cease ut
terly to emulate the sterling. chivalrcus
energies and virtues, which formed the
basis of their conquests. than which the
world has witnessed none nobler or OF
more bene fjcent magniicerce?
John Johnson. who, at the request Of
his ia ather, made it a business TO take
care of bis mother. did not go more than
an hours walk or so, in his hunting ex-
cursions The nights he nearly always
passed at bone. The poor fellow was
almost unexpectedly melancholy. His
narrow escape from death by an Indians
bullet. in the effort 10 save the girls that
had been captured before his eyes. when
il would have been the extreme of inn
prudence TO interfere, did not shock his
sensibilities or cool his blood. He ina
gined that il would have been a glorious
thing to die. if Patsy could have been
with him. sympathizing with him. and
doing her best 10 check the flow OF blood.
Often Ae imagined how heavenly il would
have been. if the ball had pierced his bo
som. and Patsy had been freed. and pass
ed that wav at that ausricious time
How he would have declared his love for
her. ond swore its boundlessness by the
drops Of blood that gushed from his
wound. Possibly. in such case. she
would have begged him TO live for her,
aud she would have kissed his lips when
they were almost cold, and when he was
gone she might have been sad for long
time. and would surely have thought OF
ten and kindly Of him.
But he had not had the felicity Of dying
in that style. and Patsy was gone; aud
when his father was away. his only con-
ISOLATION was his mother and fiddle-and
he talked OF the one aud with the other.
He attempted TO attune his heart-strinSs
by the harmony of the fiddle strings; but
his heart was melancholy. and the fiddle
would discourse no sounds but sad ones.
MIR. and Mrs. Grey for time were ut
terly pros;rated by the terrible misfor-
tune of losing Mary. 1t was some time
before they became fully alive to the fact
that. really, Mary was gone-taken by The
suffer death. or lingering captivity and
degradation worse than death.
The fortitude that God gives meek suf-
ferers is wonderful. 1t is strange how
seeming weakness rises sublime when
tested by mighty affiictions-how fee
be woman stands erect in storms that
PROSTATE giants. The strong may be REM
by agony, and finding no solace on earth
no balm in its beauty or music. ambi-
tions or grandeur-writhes under eAcru-
tia;ing ;orments. and would tear his own
flesh or pluck out his eyes for peace. But
God has special consolation for chasten
ed hearts. and the meek are blessed even
on the earth.
Mary Grey's parents prayed for hereach |
night and morning, and for their elder lost
child, and people wondered why they
bore so dreadful a misfortune with so
much forlitude. Their conversation was
chiefly of their lost children, and their
grief was not such that tears came to re-
lieve it; it was deep. poignant. but Sc
rene-their calmness was of the holiness
that springs from resignation to the be-
hests of Providence.
They spoke sometimes Of the grave
where they were to moulder gether. and
where their childron, ifever found. might |
weep over them. and they gave William
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ment.
Young Grey was sorely grieved. and
resolved in his mind thousand schemes
to find his sisters. He thought of dis
guising himself as an Indian, and wander
ing among the villages as on pilgrim
age for that purpose. Then again he pro-
posed to organize powerful patty, and
into the Indian country to de-
stroy them from root and branch. and res
cue from their Internal. barbarous clutch
ca all their captives.
The dying words Of Carroll had little
effect on him. They but confirmed his
previous conclusions as to facts. and the
horror had no more infu
ence to make him miserable. than the
wretched speculations in which he had
INDUCED. Toward his aged parents he
endeavored to do his entire duty, but did
not repeat to them the last words Of the
destroyer Of their peace. They were in
firm, and next to God--they leaned on
him for sympathy.
His heart yearned for treasure he had
lef, in Pennsylvania. gentle girl there
had won his hottest affections. and but