New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1858-12-29
n Heroine Of 7e.
BY MRS II. Al, DgEIsoN.

don't like 70 hear the noise Of those hammers.
The dull sound Of laboring picks breaks upon the
sir with monot0n0as regularity. They are making
tracks for railroad in this town. | am not pleased
with the g Improvement as some call it, for pleas
ant farm house and its surrounding fields that slOped
srom high undulating bills have vanished forever at
IS nod.
The great genius OF enterprise with his ugly shears
Of commerce, Is clipping at the wings of poetry and
romance til FEAR by and by, will only have power
to flap along Che ground, their ETHEREAL faculties
uhained down to stoek-taking and invoices.
am sorry the house has gone, for there are some
Eeoolect0ns connected with its history for the sake
o which 1T would have been pleasant could it have
been spared. An old red farm house, surrounded by
Gelds Of waving grain and corn in the autumn time,
and overhung by the branches of various fruit trees,
golden with the fulness OF time, is sight of pieur
esqle beauty 10 rich valley, especially L fine old
mountain looms up IN the background or deep
shade Of forest tress stretches away into the clear
mellow atmosphere beyond
III that one before MS, u am speaking now as it
stood in the old spot) the widow Of noble Pierpoat
hved some twenty years ago. The lady was q fine
specimen Of old time women; dignihed, even com.
Riamding III manner with a fresh bloom upon her
cheek finely moulded forehead, and deep, earnest
expression in her yet bright eyes
She was womaH Of refined and cultivated intel
1ectual powers. woman who, in youth, had known
stint Of wealth; whose mind was stored with elias.
se lore; who had never till she emigrated to the will.
aaTness Of the new world, sOiled her white fingers
with even household work.
Father and husband were both dead. The bonesof
tbe former Teppsed in another country beneath
Die monument; the latter had now slept two years in
the little hurying ground beside the wooden church,
In sight of the red farm house. and small grey stone
marked the spot where his ashes mingled with the
dust
one day during the hardest campaign Of our
sturdy soldiers, Madam Pierpont was alone at the
sarm. pomp, a negro servant had gone on some err
mud which would detan him till nightfall and
Aleck, the hired man, had wounded bis hand in the
morning with an az, 80 that he was quite disabled,
and obliged 70 return to his home, about mile dis
amt, which by the way, was the nearest homestead
10 the old red farm house.
The Widows foar brave sons, of ages varying from
eighteen TO tWentgsix, had started out but two days
preTiousfo the field Of their conntry's battle.
While the widow realized that in all probability
some pefhaps ALL Of her treasures would be smittea
BY She ruthless hand of war; her cheek was still
blanobed, and holy hope sat in the repose of her
beautiful features 0aly now and then she turned to
open the Bible before her. and read few cGnsoling
passages and straightway resumed her work with a
srnsting smile. All patriotism found an enduring
home in many such gentle breast.
Suddenly from the distance came sound like the
trampling IF horses feet and great cloud Of smoke
befokened the approach Of travellers hutfying to
their destination. The widow moved to the door,
and shading her eyes from the intense sunshine,
watched their progress. They drew nearer, and in
another moment three horsemen drew up before the
door,
They wore the military costume, and were all fine
looking men. The foremost gentleman far exceeded
the others BY his Imposing figure, and the greatness
Of his counenanee. 1T needed no Introduction to
sure the widow that this was George Washington.
With that courtesy which always characterized him,
he bowed gracefully to Madam Pierpont, as he
blandy asked II he could end rest and refTeshment
Our horses are weafied-we have ridden since nine
This morning, aud would fain recruit, he added,
Certainly, gentlemen and welcome, she replied
smilingy throwing wide open the inner door as they
dismonnted.
9(uF moor beasts ssid one of the ofHeers mating
his smoking horse would taey conl III attended to
Is there ar Sa g ~ y
yonr b61se Madam. Who seud rnb them down and
heed chem / viii reward MIN literally.
Ne wonId ask no reward IN tits household Sir.
yeulied the widow III Won win lead them round thew
shall he cared foT.
Make yourselves perfectly comfortable. eentIe.
men, said the vile and excuse me while pTepare