The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1857-07-29

DA I, j ULY ~, 1851
and past the finding out of poor finite mortals,
vet my trust is still in Him, and through the
dark clouds that envelop me round about as a
shroud, the pure beams ofthe sun of righteous
ness still shine, and all is well with me-"
The stiffness was unbroken, save by the sobs
of fthose assembled, and the last hymn was hard
ly articulated at first, but by degrees grew lou
der, and closed in one pealing anthem of re-
ioicing; and after the last words had sounded
on the ear, and the echoes died away, still the
minister did not move, and they went to him,
and with murmered words Of sorrow, bore him
home. He was not quite dead; and they tried
every means to bring warmth and life back to
the aged limbs in vain. All that day and the
next they stood by him; but still the spark flick
cred, but fingered before it went cut.
| AS they leaned tearfuly over him, quick,
bounding step was heard, and heated and flush
ed, youth sprang in, and rushing to the suf-
ferer threw himself beside him, and amid sods
and tears, broke forth
"My father, oh! my father, why did you die
before you knew that | was innocent? Why
did you die without giving me your blessing?'
AS if the tones of that dear voice had called
his heaven drawn soul back to earth, the pas
| tor stretched out his hands, and in low, trem-
/ bling tones said
"Say yet once again, my boy, that you are
innocent, before I go.''
Il am not guilty. The true perpetrator OF
the crime of which was accused, has confess
ed all, and they have set me free. Bless me,
my father, and live for my sake,' and the boy
burst into passion of tears and wangs. Is
The old pastor laid his hand on the bright
young head that dropped beside him, and
said
II am dying, my son--the hand of death is
on me now, and my old heart has almost throb
bed its last throb!'' Turning to the weepers
"Did mot tell you, my people, that the ways
of God were past our feeble comprehension
> and is it not so?
"May heaven blessings rest on you, my boy
my youngest and last born, and may you eye1
keep in the path of peace and rectitude have
: endeavored to point out to you. Peace ane
blessings rest with you, my people, and may
, God keep you ever as in the hollow of hi
hand"
, The nerveess hands fell, and he sank back
and all that was left of the minister was th
poor, worn out body, for the spirit in all its prs
] tine purity, had scared to its native home
t The brave old heart was stled, and in silence
t sadness and tears, they shrcuded him for hi
final rest, and mutely, sorrowfully, they Dor
: him to his church yard bed, and turned ava
to seek their darkened homes, for they had dear
lv loved their pastor, and to them it seemed a
if one of their own freside circle had gone fror
/. among them.
j, Peace to his ashes--and though his field {
L action was a limited and humble one, yet man
true and trusting christian looks on his low
, " grave, and with tears blesses his memory
d and in the glad summer time, the village chi
d dren reverent]y come, and with low tones an
y whispered words, place bright flowers on tn
d simple tablet, on which is inscribed by h
e mourning people, "He resteth In Cod
:, Francis .MAR1oN.-"The victory at King
mountain had set the partisan spirit through
y out the country in blaze Francis Mario
At was soon in the field. He had been made
le brigadier general by governor Rutledge, b
is his brigade, as it was called, was formed
y, fuctuating in numbers He was nearly ff
ID years of age, and small of stature, but hard
8 healthy and Vigorous. Brave but not bra
gart never avoiding danger, but never real
1e seeking it. Taciturn and abstemious; stri
r disciplinarian; careful of the lives of his me
'g but little mindful Of his own. Just in his des
es ings, free from every thing selfish or mercen
I'd ry, and incapable of meanness. He had
W strongholds in the morasses of the Pee D
and Black river. His men were hardy al
ID abstemiGls as himself; they eat their me
I'd without salt, often subsisted upon potatoe
I'd were scantily clothed, and almost destitute
cd blankets.
+, "Marion was full of stratagems and expeo
ad ents. Sallying forth from his morasses,
d. would overrun the lower districts, cross Il
r Santee, beat up the small posts in the vicini
IS, of Charleston, cut up the communications
h tween that city and Camden; and having stru
wv some signal blow, to arouse the vengeance
lie the enemy, would retreat again into his FEM
u Businesses. Hence the British gave him Il
he by-nan1e of the Swamp Fox, but those OF
IN countrymen who knew his courage, his lof
ness of spirit and spotless integrity, consider
bs him the Bayard of the South.
se [Irving's Washingte
~ ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN Y EARS
~ AGE.-The early settlers of Wisconsin ha
m Ia recently been having good time at Madlso
IN in that State. The Madison Journal gives
he m report of the remarks of Joseph Crelie, said
be one hundred and seventeen years of ae
The speech was spoiled by the fine touches
ne ne the reporter, who made the old man talk in p
I'M ished sentences. 1t would have been infni
ne ly better had his own simple words been give
.1 .,' He said: ..
'th "a native of Detroit, was partly raised
N Kaskaskia and Prairie du Roche, in llllno
ne and subsequently became an inhabitant of
1 nd Louis under Spanish rule, and for many yes
uu in the last century was engaged as voyage
between ST. Louis and Prairie du Chen,
ng Wisconsin and Fox rivers and Macknaw.
~ ~. was, in 1914, a participant with the Anne
ne cans in the conflict at Prairie du Chen, q
~ served as an express carrier in the Black Ha'
s sss war, where a companion was shot dead by i
~ ~ side, by the slealthy Indians in ambuscae
~ being myself 'Frenchman and my wife re
81 ted to Indians, have reason to believe "
.o purposely spared. Forty one years ago l lot
- ted at the Wisconsin Portage, and nearly
NJ third of a century since was mail carrier