The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1854-01-05
The Young Soldiers Story.

Oenefally speaking, began the youth
; stories have what is called moral t.
,, them; and if you don't know what tha
e means shall not stop to tell you
'Yes, yes, We know ran in low muir
murs round.
well, mine has no moral, because i
comes too Late,' and his voice thrilled a!
he spoke; 'and if it had, its uses would bt
very doubtful.
1T matters very little who or what
am, he continued. Il have lain in silk
and purple, and grew up as one born tc
command. I went to college, and very
likely you think I was wild, harum sea
rum devil of fellow-boating, driving,
hunting, 'gonwing and towning' it -cul-
tivating wine, cards, and SO on, as you
may have heard that young fellows with
plenty of money do. Well, if you think
so, you are mistaken. l was a quiet,
studious young man, might add moral,
and his sardonic laugh Jared as be-
fore; 'and it would have been perfectly
true. loved books, study, and peace,
was a good scholar, studied music and
the arts, fenced like Angelo-there is not
man in the army, perhaps, that can
play OF the small-sword with me-and
quiet as an infant. I still had fiery
devil in ME.
4 fell in love, ha. ha! with little doll
Of a girl about my age, that was seven
/ teen, and for whom | would have taken
my heart out of my bosom. She was so
frail and fairy-like a creature, that l
could have put her in my breast to shell
ter as one would little bird; and she
loved me with such strength of faith,
that had been Don Juan himself, there
was such lavish trust in her that she
would have converted me from de-
bauchee into true, honest man.
sShe is as still now as frozen rill-
sleeping like the streams in winter-she
will never waken againp and his head fell
on bis breast, though his eyes which were
burning with the pain of his strong agony,
were not moistened with tear. They
had dried at the very fountains.
4 dare say more than one among you
know what it is to be in love, my lads
Here is Charley, for instance and our
hero gave start; 'he, l imagine, can un-
derstand me-
'Yes, yesp again murmured the soldier;
we know it,
Yes he repeated, somewhat sco-nful-
ly; 'all very well that, but different men
have different ideas of love. Some are
sensual and depraved, and with them
Lore is mere pollution and miscompreben-
sion of the sublime passion; and [ have
met with but few that could understand
it as I did, but it was with me portion
of life-of existence
Yes, with me it was different; she was
lovely little trusting flower, the daugh-
ter of very worthy, honest tradesman,
who loved her like the apple Of his eye!
but she was worthy of throne, and I
would have given her one. As it was; [
could make her, I thought-fool that l
was!-honored, great, wealthy. She is
poor enough now, and SO am !!
Our dream of love was delicious, but
very brief. She eloped with me, and as
the Lord God liyeth, meant her no
harm-for made her my wife! he added,
with solemnity that startled the soldiers,
who were not often moved by any strength
of expression.
! Yes, she became my wife!' he contin-
ued.
your wife ? calculated one or two of
the men. Thunder and lightning, here,
Dick, give us your hand, my boy.' and a
cordial grasp was given. We thought
you trifed with the little child
My parents heard that I had eloped
with the child of tradesman,' the sold
ier, needless of this, went on; and threat
ened the poor old fellow with ruin & anni-
hilation. 1t would not have taken much
to have broken his heart, for it was hall
gone already but what was done could
not be undone; and thought my father
and mother loved me too well to thwari
me, and that | had only to bring heI
home to give her anoths father and
mother, who would love her like her
I Own.
Il Geant to have put her back into hi
bosom, and said, Embrace your daugh'
ter, but also embrace. my wife, and yot