The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1854-11-15

| ius aNet ionB uueeuCeJ noI can yOu hnOH
how bitter it is 10 turn away from the faiI
face Of loving wife, and undergo the ago
ny Of long separation, perhaps an ever
lasting one. ....,.t
The last time visited my home, oh! how
the memory Of it clings to me now! The
very sunlight as it came down from HEAVIER
seemed to fall around my homestead with ;
softer light than elsewhere. My life wat
like dream OF boy hood realized. But the
summons came to part, and more reluctant
ly than ! ever tore myself away. Sad anC
gloomy presentiments filled the hearts o
both Of US. Alasl we met no more on earth
Three months from that time, having SOLICIT
ed furlOugh, | sped homeward, with joyfu
anticipations. found my house in ashes
my children motherless, my fond, my gen
tie wife slept the long sleep that knows nc
waking! Driven from her burning house
on cold night of rain and winter, after hav'
ing given birth to my youngest child, she
was seized with the fever that carried her tc
the grave. She died--ded in calling upon
my name--died clinging to the last to hope
that would yet stand beside her and hear
her last prayer and close her eyes in peace,
l found my children-too young to know
their loss-houseless dependents upon the
charity of strangers. Think you that can
forgive these wrongs-or that they can be
blotted from my brain, or cease to burn OF
rankle in my heart! Think you that wife
SO kind, SO gentle, whose love was the world
in which delighted to dwell, can so soon
be forgotten! AS God hears me, will not
rest until my sword is red with the blood OF
her des,royer!"
Never before had AllScot seen Conyers SO
completely mastered by fierce and vndictive
passions. His bosom heaved with tumultu.
GUS emotions, and his face became livid with
rage, while his dark eye cleaned like dia-
mond. His voice grew hoarse and hollow,
and his utterancr was choked by the eager
ness with which he painted for vengeance -
A llscot looked upon him with sentiments ap-
preaching to awe while the storm Of passion
shook his frame and fixed its impress upon
his features.
Ordinarily as playful in temper as child,
and of gay and cheerful disposition that
Appropriated to levity, one would scarcely
have dreamed that beneath 50 quiet and gen
tie an exterior, there sumbered deep and
volcanic passions. Usually, his features
wore an almost feminine sol,ness and gen.
tleress Of expression. Even in the wild and
bloody melee, where the most inhuman pas
sions are called into exercise, his features
bore no trace of cruel or yindictive feelings
His dark, bold, lustrous eye, fringed by long
s. etering lashes, might indeed fash with u
somewhat intenser light in full view of the
conflict, but his finely chiseed features were
as inexpensive of ferocity, and as unmoved
by angry emotions, as the calm marble fresh
from the hands OF the sculptor.
Captain James Conyers, to whose compa-
ny of drogoons Michael Allscot was attached,
was one of that band of partizan leaders by
whose skill, energy. and invincible frmness,
the country was redeemed from the iron
yoke of the invader. His generosity and
kindness of heart, with his reckless and al
most desperate exhibitions of courage, had
rendered him the darling of "Marion's Brig
ade''-a name which was applied to the bold
followers of the willy partizan, whether their
numbers amounted to ten or thousand men.
In those moments of gloom and desponden-
cy, when the suferings and destitution OF
their families, joined to their own prvations
and tolls, caused the stout hearts'of the sol.
diers to sink in dsmay, he stood forth os the
ministering angel Of the camp, and infused
into their desp pondent souls the courage and
the invincible frmness and spirit which
shone on his own brow. A bold and dashing
soldier, shrinking from no danger or toll,
confident and sanguine when others around
him were almost driven to despair. ever
foremost in the foray aud last in the retreat
he won the heart of every soldier in the
"brigade," and was regarded as the right
hand of the army. A dexterous and fearless
horseman, scarcely equalIed indeed by the
sanguinary Tarlton in this manly accom-.
plishment, his position as captain of the
dragons gave him ample opportunity to dis.
play to ",he brigade" his qualities to the bes,
advantage; and often when defeat seemed
inevitable, and the battle appeared lost be.
yond redemption, from some unexpected
quarter OF the field he burst into view with
his troop following at his heels and bore
down with his undaunted troopers like hur.
ricane upon the enemy. and by single
reckless and impetuous charge broke theil
serried ranks, and in a moment retrieved the
fortunes of the day. Well known among
the minions Of the British King as the ''hand
some horseman," his terrible daring causet
the enemy to quake at whatever point he
made his appearance. The Bayard of the
partisan brigade, his heart was a stranger te
fear and his reputation to reproach. Sucf
was the man whose lips had just uttered ,
solemn oath to pursue to the death an enc
my who'had wronged him beyond forgive
ness. , las laR r
"And who is he, captain!" asked Allsco
in ,astonishments"As | live, I will labor will
you increasingly to hust him from the face o