The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1858-02-25


t May, we cannot lightly pass over. They
nobly earned their uell-bought praise fol
: efforts which have enrolled their name;
j upon the proud list Of fame. And gallant
Taylor we would not forget thee. Thy
: name, far above the rest, stands among
"The few, the immortal names
That we're not born to de-"
The round full moon looked down OF
many a CHASTITY heap of slain
"Horso, rider, friend and foe, in one red
burial blent."
All sounds of strife had ended, The
belching instruments of death bad ceased
their work of devastation, and the ele-
nlents of var had subsided, broken Only
at iutervuls By the horse bark Of the wolf
as be INDUCED in bis faYoritc rcpast, or
the cry of the sentinel, "All's we'll" A
wounded soldier had dragged himself un-
der the spreading branches of a palmetto
tree and lag as calm and motiopless as
though. he were inanimate. An officer
stroling from the camp, was carefully ex-
amining the cold and motionlesS heaps,
perhaps seeking to discover comrade,
when be came to the tree under which the
soldier was reclining. Almost involunta-
rily an exclamation fell from his lips, as
be surveyed the recumbeut one before
him
"CharIes Corbett!"
"Who speaks" asked the soldier in a
faint voice
"Tis |, George Washington May" was
the assuring answer; know you not mel"
"Y Ycs Lieutenant" said he mournfully,
extending his hand. 81 au you see, one
OF the unfortunate. But all things are
for the best"
"Thesc are the fortunes Of war--these,
its votaries, said the officer, in remark
to the soldier, who questioned him With
reference to the result Of the battle, and
spoke of the defeat Of the opposite party
and the silent oecupents of the battle field.
Il am dying!' said the soldier in fee
bic, yet calm toBc.
Had I rot better have you removed?'
asked the officer.
'Tis useless! prefer this spot to the
bustling camp"
"Wcll, if you are better suited by this
arrangement, I suppose [ should ac qui-
esce; but l cannot see you die thus. It
is not right"
"Harkl Hark" whispered the soldier,
striving to rise from his recumbeney.--
Hear you not sweet, seraph strains issu-
ing from yon tlue hcavens-the music of
angels who are waiting to waft my spirit
to the presence of its CreatorH"
The officer listened, but replied not
and as the moons rays fell upon the pal
lid features Of the drummer boy, (for
Charles Cogbett was none other, tear
fell upon the green sward near to where
he lay, and mingling with u dew drop,
gIittered in the efulgcnt rays ofthe Queen
Of Night. The feelings Of the brave and
generous Glitter were overcome, and he
wept.
Here" again resumed be, "may ask
of you a boon! Here is a Bible, the
parting gift Of ny mother. which has ev-
er remained in my bosom, except when |
have been delighted in perasing it. Tell
my mother, when next you see her, that
the incubation Of It's blessed precepts have
beeu my earnest stpd}-that its light is
even now as lamp to my weary feet in
guidiog me Alright. and whittier M rap
idly fastening Tell her We shall meet
90 more on earth; in beaven we shall new
er be separated "Iiero too, continued
be, is the image Of her who will weep
when she bears Of my untimely death =
| hayo worn it next my heart, and even
now u 10th at parting with it. In it is
q lock of my hair, twined with hers, which
] put in ere l received the wound which
elo'ted these glossy ringlets with gore and
destroyed their sikness. She will bitter
ly bemoaD my fate when she realizes that
my bones rest within the sound of the
rushing waters of the Rio GEande. Say
to her, that next to tue mother who oore
me, l love her beyond ell this world can
aford-aye, even beyond conception
and that her name was among the last u
pom my lips Return her this memento
Of our affection and may she ever love
the memory Of bim whose every thought
was Of her. But am growing feeble
This poor, frail tenement cannot long ex-
ist. Friend, ! am goipgl VIII you a
bide By my instructionsl'
Most reigiou.ly," answered Lieuten-
ant May.
After pausing to take breath, (for he
was evidently sinking Charles again re-
sumed:
"Bury me under the shade Of this de-
lightful palmetto when am gone! The
gentle winds, as they course through its
weaving branches, will make sweet music
lHiIing to repcse unearthly murmurs, and
ny grave Will be famed by its gentle IN
Huences. And when the morning sun
shall arise in all his resplebdent magnif-
cence. his golden beams will gid my
grave, and all will be joyful.
"All your wishes shall be complied
with
ieHark! hear them again more dis
tinctly. and they are approaching; winged
visitants of the celestial sphercW
He pointed his finger to Heaven. A