Amador weekly ledger., 1858-01-09


As the pirate chieftain spoke the youth fol-
lowed him quickly on board the schooner, and
in few minutes afterwards the brig was
again on her way unmolested
Old Adam Writ returned to his home in
Boston, but that home was darker than ever
He had left in search of his son-he had
found that son. but he had left him chief in
command beneath rovers flag. But grad
ually, like some dim spirit arising from the
cloudy mist of conscience, arose the earnest
appeals Of that son, and also the prayers of
that gentle youth who had urged fathers
pardon for him. In the secret recesses of
his heart he could but feel that he might have
saved his boy The continued memory Of
that scene on the deck of the brig softened
his heart, but the feeling only made him more
miserable.
The morning of the 2sth August, 1912,
dawned upon the city of Boston, and ere the
sun went down on that day ten thousand
hearts filed with joy and national PRIDE
On that memorable day the u S. frgate
Constitution, under the command of brave
Hull, entered the harbor Of Boston, after
glorious victory over the Guerrero The
wharves and adjacent street were crowded
with enthusiastic people, aud as the battle
SCARED heroes walked up from the landing,
4 they were hailed with the loudest acclama-
tions of thanks and joy.
| Not far from the landing to which the first
boat from the victorious frigate was hauled
up, stood Adam Writ. He had heard of
the ships arrival, and with his American
| heart oyerrunning with patriotic impulses he
had dragged his feeble steps down to bestow
his need of praise upon his country's heroes.
/ One after another of the officers passed by,
and while old Adam was swinging his hat in
the air, he felt light touch upon mis- arm,
and as he turned, his eye rested upon the fair
youth of the pirate schooner.
Hal what would you with me" uttered
the old man, slightly trembling at the memory
thus started up.
Lookl look there sirl" said the youth
in an earnest tone and manner, at the same
time pointing to party of seamen who were
coming up. See that wonderful man who
halts in his walk Do you hear the shouts
that greet him? A braver heart or more ef-
| fectual arm was not to be found on the decks
of our frigate He fought bravely for his
country, and he sealed his devotion with his
blood
Adam Writ stopped not to hear more, for
in the person Of the patriot thus pointed out
to him he recognized his own son, and spring
ing quickly forward, he caught the wounded
man in his arms.
/ Those who sood around and saw this meet
ing, and they knew the aged father was bless
/ ing his son. Louder swelled the shouts of
1 joy and many parent wished that such a
/ pleasure might be his None knew Of the
stain that once botted the sailors name, and
in their bosom all the past was forgotten, all
forgiven-for on the altar of his country's
libery he had offered his atonement for his
crime-and had thrown off all shaekles but
those of love, virtue and honor.
And now, my son, that is all forgotten,
tell me whence came your noble resolves 7"
said old Writ, as he sat in his own dwelling
with his only son by his side
"Wait one moment" returned the young
man, while a peculiar expression rested on
his countenance, wait till the faithful
companion of my hayward days comes back
to us"
" You mean the youth 7"
:" "Ah! here she comes-my friend, my sa-
vior my angel of mercylp
As the sailor spoke, a lovely female entered
the room. Her eyes sparkled with a happy
light, aud bright smile of JOY radiated her
features. The young man sprang from bis
chair, and caught her in his arms, and after
imprnting warm kiss upon the brow of
the fair being, he turned to his father ald
said
Father here is the being who saved your
son to virtue-my own dear wife"
Your loifem calculated the old man, start
ing rom the chair and gazing earnestly upon
the beautiful features. "Surely ! have seen
that face before
Yes, father" said the female laying her
hand upon the old mans shoulder, and gazing
atfectionately into his face j once pleaded
for your son on the deck of the boarded brig
Then was the first to point him out to you
as his country's devoted son"
Yes father" said the son, she is indeed
the same. With love and devotion that
knows no cooling, this gentle being has fol-
lowed me through the various scenes of the
last six years, and ever striven to make me
what | am. God bless her. Old Adam
Writ was happy, and for many years he lived
to enjoy the eompanionship of his sons fair
wife-while that son with fervent devotion
fought brayely for his country, till peace once
more spread her bright mantle over the home
of America.
BEARING OF APpLE TREEs-A horticul-
turist in Bohemia has beautiful plantation
OF the best sort of apple trees, which have
neither sprung from seeds nor grating.