Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1855-02-15
The Tory Lover,
ofthe Battle. Of Brnpdywine

The Tory Lover, si'sE
ATalc ofthe Battle Of Brnpdywine
On the outskirts Of the village ol
Newark, in Delaware, stood at the
time of our story, a neat farm cot.
(tage, with a majestic elm growing
before the door. In the distance,
over the fields and war-lands could
be seen the spires Of the town, and
siIvery glimpses Of the. Delaware.
with group Of vessels of war an.
chored full three leagues of. The
cottage stood a little way back from
the dust of the frequently Travelled
road, with a green-sward between. =
1t had an inviting appearance Of
comfort, and never failed; to attract
the hearty attention Of 1.-The passing
traveller. gsgua gaisa4g .mssd
The sun was near settingone pleas
ant afternoon in September. l777,
when young man, half in uniform,
half in citizens dress, stepped out Of
the cottage-door,fo followed by asyoung
and interesting girl, who was clinging
to his arms, and evidently in ear
nest entreaty with him. He was tall
and handsome, though asunbrcwned,
and bore the appearance of a young
farmer. She was rustic, too, in her
dress. but her face was very fair and
beautiful. and her mannefs refined
above the position to- which she
seemed to belong. Tears we're IN
her large blue eyes, and one OF her,
hands clasped bis, while the other lay
languidly upon bis ibrawny shoulder.
will you go, dear George, into
this dreadful contest! Tomorrow
you may be brought home to me a
mangled corpse. Oh, fearful, fearful!
Say you will not 60 and war against
your own country. This is the worst
of ALL 'e4 '7'-'' :.
Il am loyal kings man, An
nette, and If / fight,it must be on bis
side. The people are rebels, and
will yet be put down, and heads viii
fly from the scaffold ere long, like
wheat from the sickle. ''.t' s
No, never! The cause is a right
one and holy one, George, and Heav>
en- will prosper it, she answered with
enthusiasm. 1 am grieved that one
| SO dearly love--to whom my troth
was was; pligbted before this quarrel
broke out, and tory and rebel we're
unknown-should now be gong
forth, armed. to join the foes OF
my country, against our brethren
If we be wrong, yet weare your kin
dred-your neig ghbors = and this
should unite your sympathies with
US. " -
You need not speak, dear An
nette. / am resolved in the approach-
ing battle, to draw my sword for my
king. CORVALLIS and Howe are now
within a few, leagues, marching on;
and his forces having
taken grounds to oppose bis passage
of the Brandywine, and on to-mor.
row the battle will take place, and
Philadelphia be in our hands. 'ias
1.-The maiden was silent for an IN
slant. with her face hid LAT length
she spoke, and said. gravely- 3
Dear George, | feel as if l was
called upon to sacrifice my love for
YOU to ny country's honor. How
can / love my bleeding country, and
at the same time him whose sword Is
ready to pierce its bosonlg Turn,
for my sake. George, and be an A.
mreurican in heart, as you are by
birth, and as you should be IN hon.
or '
You need not urge me, Annette,
said the young man impatiently, 4
will never draw my sword IN favor OF
a rebel cause. - ea.s, -.
:, BE rs i So, ,'sl and I pledge myself new
er ,,,. 10 J, give my love TO a traitor! an
swered the maiden with spirit. Thus
perish the troth that has been plight
ed to one who has proved iaIse 70
himself and bis country. s, s..,3
And thus speaking, the spirited
Girl took from her finger her betrOth-
al ring, and cast it at his feet.
The e young tory lover gazed upon
her With surprise and anger, which,
as he saw her reenteIing the dwelling
with a resolute step, without e even
casting a glance upon him, instantly
changed into one Of entreaty. IA.
sStay Annette. do not leave me thus.
You are not surely in earnest! Come
back, and let me talk with you. IL
you can thus idly break your troth,