The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1857-05-07
The Charge Of May.
"A Legend Of Mexico.
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% There was q doy' when an old man with
white hair sat alone 10 d small chamber Of
national mansion, his spare but muscular
figure resting in an sarm,chair, his haRds
clasped. and bis deep blue eyes gazing thFc'
the wiaterasky. The brow 6fthe old man
furrowed with wrinkles, his hair rising in
straight masses. white as tbs, driven snow,
his sunken cheeks traVersed by marked
lines, and thin lips, fixed compressed, ali an.
no6nced long and stormy life. All the
marks Of an iron will were written upon his
face. .gsEaseH
His name, need not tell you, was Andrew
Jacksons and he sat .alone In the White
House.yao'D sH97& GstDa-hE@Hiis.iz
| A visitor entered without being announc-
ed, and stood before the President in the
form ofa boyloff nineteen, cladin d coarse,
round jacket and trowsers, and covered from
head to foot with mud, AS he stood before
| the President cap inahand, the dark hair
falling in damp clusters about his white
forehead. the old man could not help sur.
veyipg at . rapid glance, the muscular
beauty of bis figure, the, chest the sjnewy
urms, the head pluced proudly on the firm
sho0ldefs.E Eds 81! 5'F't' e- F+F% s'''" ~ Y
"Your business!' said the old man in bis
| abrupt way. ll;5 smMi .itz gas ,srgn % q
s"Thete is a iLieutehancy vacant in the
Drugoons.' Willyou give it to me!'' , 80
And dashing back the. dark hair which
fell over his face, the boy, as if frightened at
his boldness, bowed low before the Presi
dent. }r'e sHii'' 3"s' f'a 4 -'''.f,%''.
The old man could not testraip that
smile. It wreathed his firm lip, and shone
from his clear eyess,gtsi1 "a, gd s.iN s'';e
"You enter my chamber aunannouhced,
covered from hedd to foot with med-you.
tell me that lieatenanry is vacant, and ask
me TO give it to you.-ss Who are yoa!"
Charles May:''s The boy did not bow
this time but with his right hand on his hip,
stood like wild young Indian. erect in the
presence of the President. 'qGs a~4fef
"What claims have you to d commissone"
Again the hero surveyed him, and again he
family smilee, q, qrr F.lst stTd ,aedE il Iso5
a"Such as you see!" exclaimed the boy, as
his dark beyes shone with that, dare devil
| light, While his form swelled III every mus.
Gle, as with the conscious pride Of his manly
strength and beauty. "Would YOU" he
bent forward, sweeping his cdrls oside once
more, whileu smile began to break over his
Iips-"W Wouldyou like to see me ride! Ny
horse is at the door. You see came post
h,ste for this commission!", 1eajaa# ils
Silently the old man followed the boy,
/ and together they went forth from the White
! House. It was clear, cold winters day;
the wind tossed the Presidents white hairs,
and the leafiess trees stood boldly out against
the blue SKY, Before the portals Of the
White House, with the rein thrown loosely
on his neck, stood a magnificent horse. his
dark hide smoking foam. He uttered shrili
J neigh as his boy. master sprung witha bound q
into his saddle,,j and in q, fash was gone,
skimming like a swallow down the road, bis
name and tail streaming in the breeze. '''
The old man looked after them, the horse
and his rider, and knew not WHICH to admire
most. the athletic beauty of the boy, for the
temp estuous vigor Of the horse a7 = 7dl "
Thrice they threaded the avenues in front
ortbe White House, and at last stood pant
inc before the President, the boy. leaning
! over the neck eof, his steed, as he cody ex'
claimed-"Well how do you like mep 5'
.Do You YOU think you could kill an n Indian!' lang
the President said, taking him by the hand
as he leaped from his horse. 2'o o'h ya -
"Aye-and eat him atterwards!"cried the
how. ringing out his fierce laugh, as he read
his late the old mans eyes, yeas;;,g,.,x yyso3
1 "You had better come in and get your
| comm onnnii iission;" and the hereof New Orleans l
led the way into the White House, z
There came anight, when an old man--
President no. longer in thesilent cham
Il ber of his Hermitage home, picture of ag'
|. trembling on, the verge OF eternity. 40
!, LIGHT that stood upon his, table revealed M
/ sSpken form resting against the pillows
a which cushioned bis chair, and the death lik'
pallor Of his venerable face. In that lace
, with it's white hair, and massive forehead
everything seemed already dead, except tn
. eyes. Their deep gray.blue shone with tn
!, fire Of New Orleaus, as the old i man wit
his long, white fingers graspedt "a letter, post
marked "W ashington.''
+, "They ask me to desigaste'the man VIII
! shail lead our army. in. case the annexatio
! Of Texas bringson awar with Mexico" hi
voice, deep,toned and thrilling even nlH u t ths
I hour Of decrepitude and decay. rung throeug w !
. the silence OF, the ,chamber--"there u oni
! one who eau do II, and his nametis Hachar
! ~, y bns ,yGsa3GSa#i a6f char Rei aagS
a IL @ Ma a, ds9fk 9sk hour % when this boy and sh'
II G eneral, both appointed at the suggestion
nj bv the voice Of the, Man Of the Hermitag
3 met in the battle Of Resaca de- b Palmas
nj oBy the Blaze u. cannon, and beneath q y
nj canopy of battle,smoke, We behold y
ly4 meetings ass9sgGg si sss.E sgagn
70 aCapt, May, YOU must take that battery!
ID AZ the Old nan pttsreadr arlls these verde ..li
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