The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1854-07-19

OF flour he bought for his beloved mo-
thcr.
'liial love will never 60 unrcwar-
ded.''-N. Y. Mdqcndcui.
THE Death EBcd of Cron,yclI,
The following, from hcadIey's work
Is marked with the usual brilliarcy Of
the peculiar writer. Cromwell appears
no Longer as the hypocrite, but rather
rs the sincere Convcnantcr. when
called to his last summons.
At length the last night drew on
that was To usher in his fortunate day
The 3d OF September, and anniversary
OF nunbar and of Marslon, came amid
wind and storm. In this solemn hour
for England, strong hearts were ever
besccchng heaven to hear the Protcc
tor; but the King O! Kings had issued
his decree; and the spirit that had en-,
durcd and toiled SO long, was already
gathering hislpinions for eternity. "it
IS teartnl thing :" ti:!! Into the hands
OF The living God, broke then from his
lips in solemn faith, Oh the covenant
of Grace. His breath came difiicult
and thick: but amid the pause of the
storm, he was heard murulurino. -
Truly G'd is good-indccI he is
he will not" here his tongue failed
him" but says an eye witness, I"
apprehend it was, lie will not leave
me" Again and again, there escaped
from the ever moving lips, the half
ar,iculate words. God is good
God is good. C. Once with sudden
energy, he exclaimed. g would be
willing To live to be further servcca.
bic to Grd and his people; bu, my
work IS done. Yet God will be with
his people" All night Long, he ,nu-
INJURED thus TO himself of God; show
ing how perfect was his trust, how
strong his il H. Oacr, AS some drink
Mas o;'c:e,! 10 !':n:, ho said, q" It Is; not
my design 10 dri"k or sleep, but it is
my design to make What In tc can
to he gone
While this scene was passing in that
solemn chamber, al was wild and
terrible Nilhnnt. Nature seemed to
sympathiSc with the dying patriot and
hero. The wind howlcd and roared
around the place; house were unrooie,i;
clsImncys blown up, and the trees that
had stood for half Il century in
the parks, were uptorn and strewn over
the earth. The sea, too, was vexcd,
The waves smole in ungovernable fury
the shores Of England; and vessels lay
stranded along the coasts Of the Mcdl-
trrranean. 1t was night when there
are,
AS they say,
Lamcnlngs heard in tho uir; strange screams Of
death.
and prophcsying, with accents terrible,
oi dire CommOilon, and confused events
Now Ir!chcd 10 the wo. i'll time,
some say the earth,
Was icvcro,s shook"
bu, all was calm aud serene around
the dying bed Of Cromwell. On that
more than kingly brow, peace, like Il
white winged dove safe; and thar voice
which had turned the tide of SO many
battles new murmurcd only prayers.
Bonapartr, dying in The midst of Just
such Il storm. shouted 2ric G.1rmee."
as his gazing eye fell once more on the
heads Of his mighty columns disap
pearng in the smoke Of battle; but
Cromwell took Il noblcr departure
The storm and uproar without brough:
no din of arms TO his dying car--not
iii The l::irium Of battle his soul burst
away, but with his eyes fixed stead
flstly on the eternal kingdom" and
his strong heart swcc,ly stayed on tie.
promise of Il faithful God, he moved
from the shore Of time, and sank from
sight forever.
lie died at three o'clock, on the very
day which eight years before, saw his
sword flashing over the tumultuous
field Of Dunbar-thc same which,
seven years previous, heard him shout
ing on the ramparls of Worcester
But this was the last and most terrible
battle of all; yet he came off victori-
GUS, and tliumphing over his last enc
my, death, passed into the serene
world, where the sonnd Of the battle
never comes; and the hatred and VIC.
lcnce Of men never disturbs