The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1856-04-24
GEN. MORGAN,


the Winchester Republican Of 1914, may
be regarded rs evincing in the narrator a
singular combination of frankncss, simpic-
ity and pathos:
"Thc 'thundcrboIt of war; this brave
Morgan who never knew fear, was in camp
! often wicked and very profane, but never
disbclever in religion. He testified that
himself In his latter years General Nor
gan profcsscd religion and united himself
with the Presbyterian church in this place,
under the pastoral care of Rev. Mr.. (now
Dry Hill, who preached in this house some
forty years, and may now be heard occa-
siona!ly on London street. His last days
were passed in this town: and while sink
ing to his grave lie related to his min
ister the experience of his soul. People
thought said he, that Daniel Morgan never
prayed people said old Morgan never was
afraid-'pcopc did not know lie then
proceeded to relate in his blunt manner
among many other things, that the night
they stormcd Quebec, while waiting in
the darkness and storm with his men para
dcd for the word to advance. he felt un-
happy; the enterprise appeared more than
pcrilous; it seemed to him that nothing
less than miracle could bring them off
safe from an encounter at such an amazing
disadvantage. lie stepped aside and kncel
ed by the side of munition of war and
then most fervently prayed that the Lord
God Almighty would be his shield and de-
fence; for nothing less than an Almighty
arm could protect him. lie continued on
his knees till the word passed. along the
lines. lie fully believed that his safety
during that night of peril was from the
intcrposition of God.
Again he said about the battle Of the
Cow-pcns, which covered him with so
much glory as Il leader and Il soldier, he
had felt afraid to fight Tarleton Will, his
numerous army, flushed with success, and
that he retrcated rs long rs he could, till
his men compIained-anI he could 90 no
further, Drawing mp his army in three
lines on the hillside; contemplating the
scrnc-in the distance the glitter of the
advancing cncmv-hc trcmblcl for the
fate Of the day. Going to the woods in
the rear, he kncclcd in IN old tree top. and
poured ont a payer 20 God for his army,
f.: l!;.as"l! :."sl for his cn"::::y. Will: re
li.vcd spirits he returned to the lines, and
in his rough manner chccrcd them for the
fight AS he passed along, they answered
him bravrly. The terrible carnage that
followed the deadly aim Of lis lines decided
the victory. In Few moments Tarlcton
fled. 'Ah, said he, people said old Nor.
gan never fearcd:' they thought old Nor
gan never prayed; they did not know;
old Morgan was miserably afraid And if
it had not been, in the circumstances of
the amazing responsibility in Which he was
placed, how could lie have been bravc?'
"The last Of his rihemcn are gone; the
brave and hardy gallants Of the valley that
wadcd to Canada and stormcd Quebec, are
all gone-gone. too, are Morgan's sharp
shooters Of Saratoga. For a long time
two that shared his captivity in Canada
were seen in this village, wasting away to
shadows of their youth, celebrating with
enthusiasm the night of their battle, as the
year rolled round-Petcr Lauck and John
Schultz. But they have answered the roll
call of death, and have joined their leader
the hardy Laack wondering that Schultz,
the feeblest Of the band, whom he had so
often carried through the SHOWS of Canada.
should outIive him. There is interest round
the last of such CORPS"
GOING TO BED.
Going to bed we have always considered
one of the most sober, serious and solemn
operations which man can be engaged
in during the whole twenty-four hours
With young lady it is altogether differ
ent thing. When bedtime arrives, she
trips up stairs with candle in her hand,
and-if she had pleasant company during
the evening--with some agreeable ideas in
her head. The candle on the toilette, and
her luxuriant hair is speedily enancipatcd
from the thraldom Of combs and pins. If
she usually wears water curls, or uses the
"irop," her hair is brushed carefully from
her forehead and the whole mass compactly
secured; il not, why then her lovely tresses
are soon hid in innumerable bits of paper
This task accomplished, n nightcap appears,
perhaps edged with plain muslin, or per-
haps with heavy lace, which hides all, save
her own sweet countenance. AS soon as
she ties the string, probably she takes a
peep in the glass, and half bushes ut what
she sees. The light is out-her fair deli
cate form gently presses the couch-and
like dear, innocent, lovely creature, as
she is, she falls gently into sleep. with