The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1856-02-06

/ nrst long gleam OF sunlight, streGmed over
the pealed skull Of that fair young wife
she was that last night--there was a vcw
going up TO Heaven, the vow of a madden
ed heart and angushed brain.
How was that VOW kept? Go TO Brandy
wine, and where the carnage gathers thick,
est, where the fight is most bloody, there
you may see a stout form striding on; lift.
ing a huge hammer into light. Where
that hammer falls, it kills where that ham
mer Strikes it crushes--it is the black
smiths form. And the war cry that he
shouts? 1t is mad cry ofvengeance; hal
howl, half hurrah? Is it but fierce yell
breaking up from his heaving chest7
All mol All mol ..
Itis the name of-MARH! Ii is the name
of his young wife!
Oh Mary--sweetest name of womat -
name SO soft, SO ppling, so musical-name
of the mother Of Jesus, made holy by poe
try and relgion--how strange did your syl.
ables of music ring out from that black
smiths lips, as he went numbering on!
"MaryP' he shouts, as he drags that red
coated trooper from his steedt "Mayp he
shrieks as lis hammer crushes down, lay.
ing that officer to the dust. Look !Another of.
/ fcer with gallantfac ana form - anothe r
officer, gliuering in tinsel, clasps the black.
smith by the knees, and begs mercy.
II have wife-mercy! l have a wife
yonder in En- ,land--spara me!'
The blacksmith, crazed as he is, trembles
--thete Is tear in his eye.
II would spare you. but there is form
before me--the form of my dead wile!--
That form has gone before me all day!--
She calls on me TO strike!"
The hammer fell, and then rang out thai
strange war.cry---''MARY"
At last, when the battle was over, he wa!
found by wagner, who had at leas
shouldered cart whip in his countryS ser
vice. lie was found sitting by the roadside
his head sunken, his leg broken, the If,
blood yelling from his many wounds.
The WAGNER would have carried hin
from the fel4, but the blacksmith refused
"You see neighbor." he said 10 that voic'
husky with death, Il never meddled till
they burned my home--till they--he could
not speak the outrage, but his wife, his
child, were there before his dying eyes
"and now I've but five minutes life in ire,
I'd like 10 give o shot at the British arore
die. Dye see that cherry tree? Place me
thar; give me powder horn; thres rifle
balls an good ride, that's all | ask"
The wagner granted his request, he lift
ed him to the foot of the cherry tree, he
placed the rifle, the balls and the powder
horn in his grasp. Then whipping his
horse through the narraw pass, from the
summit of neighboring height, he looked
down upon the last scene Of the black
smiths life.
There lay the stout man, at the foot O
the cherry tree, his head sunk, his broken
leg hanging over the roadside bank. The
blood was streaming from his wouE ds-- he
was dying,
Suddenly he raised his head--a SOUND
struck on his ear. A party Of British came
rushing along The narrow road, mad with
carnage and thirstihg for blood. They pur
sued scattered band of Continentals.- -
An officer led the way, waving them on
with his sword
The blacksmith loaded his rife; with tina
eye bright with death he took the aim.--
That's for Washington" he cried, as he
fred. The officer lay quiverirg in thu
roadside dust. On and 90 came tbe Bri
tish, nearer and nearer to the cherry tree
the Continenta1s swept through the pass
Again the blacksmith loaded--again h,
fred. "That's for Mad Anthony Wayne!
he shouted as another officer bit the dust
The British now came rushing to the
cherry tree, determined TO cut down th,
wounded man, who, with his face toward
. them, bleeding as he was, dealt dealt
among their ranks. A fair visaged officer
with golden hair waving in the wind, lie,
them on. A
The blacksmith raised his rife; with tha
hand stiffened in death, he took the aim.
he 6red--the young Briton fell with sud
den shrek. iei @
"And that" cried the blacksmith, in
voice that strengthened into a shont, "ant
! that's for" 8'.t RA.a3 ylQ'
His voice was gonel The shrek died on
his white lips. q z"
His head sunk--his rife fell. I'.'l
A single word bubbled up with his deaf
organ. Even now methipks | hear ths
word echoing and trembling there anon
the rocks Of Btandywae. That word wa
Mary"
REPAIRED The locomotive Stenbe nvill
has been thoroughly repaired, and took OF
/. the train this morning. She is said to
: as good as new in all respects. The paint
ing was done by our young friend Davidso
Filson, and is..the admiration Of all who hay
seen it. The Steubenville having been 60
ready for service is an addition to the me
tive power Of ths road, which will enabl