The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1855-10-20

Among the incidents connected with the
closing years of this rude but patriotic SOL
der, the following, originally published in
the Winchester Republican of 1874, may be
regarded as evincing in the narrator singu-
lar combination of frankness, simplicity and
pathos:
sThe 'thunderbolt of war; this brave
Morgan who never knew fear was in the
camp often--wicked and very profane, but
never a disbelicver in religion. He testified
that himself. In his latter years, General
Morgan protested religion, and united him
self with the Presbyterian church in this
place, under the pastoral care of Rev. MIR.
(now DRY Hill, who preached in this house
some forty years, and may now be heard oc
casionally on London street. His last days
were passed in this town; and while sinking
to his grave be related to his minister the
experience of his soul. people thought said
he, that Daniel Morgan never prayed;' 'peo-
pie said old Morgan never was afraid-people
did not know" He then proceeded to relate
in his blunt manner, among many other
things, that the night they stormed Quebec,
while waiting in the darkness and storm,
with his men paraded for the word to advance
he felt unhappy; the ENTERPRISE appeared more
than perilous; it seemed to him that nothing
less than miracle could bring them off safe
from an encounter at such an amazing disad-
vantage. He stepped aside and kneeled by
the side of munition of war, and then most
feryently prayed that the Lord God Almighty
would be his shield and his defence, for moth
ing less than an Almighty arm could protect
him. He continued on his knees till the word
passed along the lines. He fully believed that
his safety during that night of peril, was
from the interposition of God.
"Again he said about the battle of Cow
pens, which covered him with so much glory
as leader and soldier, he had felt afraid
to fight Tarleton and his numerous army
flushed with success, and that he retreated
as long as he could, till his men complained
and he could go no further. Drawing up
his army in three lines on the hillside; con-
templating the scene-in the distance the
glitter of the advancing enemy, he trem-
bled for the fate of the day. Going to the
woods in the rear, he kneeled in an old tree
top, and poured out a prayer to God for his
army, for himself, and for his country. With
relieved spirits he returned to the lines, and
in his rough manner cheered them for the
fight. As he passed along they answered him
bravely. The terrible carnage that followed
the deadly aim of his lines decided the vic
tory. In few moments Tarleton fed tAh,
said he, people said Old Morgan never fear
ed; they thought Old Morgan never prayed;
they did not know; Old Morgan was often
nj serably afraid
'SThe last of his rifemen are gone; the
brave and hardy gallants of this valley that
waded to Canada and stormed Quebec are all
gone-gone, too, arc Morgan's sharp-shoot-
ers of Saratoga. For a long time, two that
shared his captivity in Canada were seen in
this village, wasting away the shadows of
their youth, celebrating with enthusiasm the
night of their battle, as the year rolled
around-Peter Lauck and John Schultz
But they have answered the roll-call of death,
and have Joined their leader; the hardy Lauck
wondering that Shultz, the feeblest of the
band, whom he had so often carried through
the SHOWS of Canada, should outlive him.
There is interest around the last of such
CORPS"