The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1855-06-21
Geleet 9toru,
THE PATRIOTS DAUGHTER.
DIX MISS SARAH L. DAWES.

In one of the romantic mountain dis
tricts of western Massachusetts, was stu
ated the pleasant little village of A..
1t was composed mostly of substantial
farmers, some of whom had cmigrated di-
rectly there from old England, and although
possessing royal and hearty affection for
their mother country, yet when that moth
er, with unnatural tyranny, began to op.
press and grind her absent children with
ruinous taxation, they wcreamong Tie first
to express their Indignation. There was
one old farmhouse i'll the village that con,
tained noble spirit, to whom it was sore
trial that he could not shoulder arms, and
march, like others Of his townsmcn, in
the ranks of liberty. Uncle Ralph Stan,
ley, as he was Familiarity called, had pal,
sled limb, which rendered him unfit fol
active service in the patriot army; but he
fitted out his son and sent him forth in his
stead, noble representative of his worthy
sire. But the light and joy of his aged
heart, the sunshine of that old homestead
in these hours of their country's trial, was
the gentle Marion. One bright summer
morning, she set forth on some trivial or
rand to one of their nciyhbors. She had
not gone far when, in an opening among
the trees that stood in bend in tie road
she saw two British soldiers, in their RED
uniform, approaching. Having often heart
of their insolence to unprotected mai
dens, she hastily concealed herself In
thickct of bushes. 10 her conserna
ton, when they arrived opposite where
she was hid, they seated themselves, ant
began a confidential chat, to which shC
was obliged to become listener.
That's fine looking old house ou
yonder,' said the elder of the two to hi
companion, whose dress indicated him tC
be an officer. Iwonder who lives there?
odd Ralph Stanley, I have been told
and, by the way, there is little rebl'
flower fourishing there, in the shape OF
pretty daughter of the old gentleman
'Ah! that indeed, we must show her
specimen of British gallantry shall w
make call?'
with all my heart, and propose tina
we dine there, for l passed that way thi
morning, and caught this same lassie gath
ering vegetables in the garden, and Irath
er think they are going to have what tn
Yankees call boiled dinner. And ow
| like the way they get up these affair
marvellousl y well.
Wen, we'll dine there, but mustunfol
to you project I've got in my head
What say you to Il little sport, in the wa
of capturing the enemy's guns?
Anything to employ the time Bu
how do you propose to accomplish you
object?
'That'n be easy enough, I'll warran
for you see tie young men OF the tow
have enrolled themselves intoa company
minute-men, and are going to meet to-nlgl
in the woods back of the old red schoo
house, about a mile west of here. Il
great exertions they have managed to an
themselves with guns, and quite suppl
. of ammunition, and now | think few
our company might tonight capture theI
guns and ALL
Capital plan, that III DC on ha'la "
soon as it is fairly dark, and we'll haV
some rare sport. l rather think if thes
! contemplate young rebels join Washing
tons army at Cambridge, they Will nave
90 minus their weapons
But come, Bates, we must be oil an
get our party organized. A walk OF tw
or three miles will give us nice appctlt
for that boiled dinner
The two now left their seats by tn
roadside, and were soon out of sight
Marion having made sure oftheir departure
sprang into the road with bound he
eyes flashing and her cheek glowing
so they are growing to show me spe
of British gallantry, are they?' she mer