Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1859-06-08

staf of evening steals into glory through the
twilight. But she was poo, and portionless,
the daughter of a mean shepherd. Our Mt.
talhment offended my father. He comman-
'dea line 10 loave her forever. could not, and
hesturned me from his house. wandered, |
knew not, and cared not, whittier. But will
NOT detain you with my history. In my ut.
mQst need met sergeant of the forty
second, who was then upon the recruiting ser
viiSe, andin few weeks joined thatregiment
ofProud hearts. was ut Brussels when the
Invitations to the wolf and the raven rang at
midnight through the streets. 1t was the her
aid of q day of glory and death. There were
three Highland regiments of us-three joined
inpne--ioined in rivalry, in love and in pur.
pese and thank Fate! / was present when
the Scots Greys, flying to.our aid, raised the
electric shout, Scotland foreverr -" Scot
land foreyerl" returned our tartaned clans
men Scotland forevern reyerberated MS
from the hearts we had left behind us; and
9Scotland foreverr' re.echoed Victory !"
Heavens p added he, starting to his feet, and
grasping his staff, as the enthusiasm of the
psst rushed back upon his soul "to have
JOluGu III luol SuOuI WAS W uNC al ctCi lIktI AZ
the vibration of pendulum !"
I'm few moments the animated soul that
gave eloquence to his tongue drew itself back
into the chambers of humanity, and resuming
his seat upon the low wall, he continued, 81
leE my own regiment with the prospect Of
spESmOtion, and have since served in the West
Indies; but l have heard nothing Of my father
4nothine of nv mother-nothng of her
lobe."
while he was yetspeaking, the grave.diggcr
with pick axe and spade upon his shoulder,
entered the ground. lie approached within
afew yards Of where we sat. He measured
of o narrow piece of earth-it encircled the
stone which the soldier had thrown to mark
ont the burial place of his family. Convulsion
rushed over the features of my companion he
.sEivered-he grasped my arn-his lips quiv
ered-his breathing became short and loud
the cold sweat trickled from his temples. He
sprang over the wall, and rushed toward the
spot.
=" Mann he exclaimed in agony, "whose
grave is that"
8" Z" Hout ava wi ye," said the grave.digger,
'sarting back at his manner; whatna way
is;that to Cliff body ARE ye att?'
~" Answer me-" cried the soldier, seizing his
hand "whose grave-whose grave is that p
1" Mercy me !'' replied the man of death,
!ntye are surely out O your head-its an auld
body they cad Adam Campbell's grave-now
are ye any the wiser for spierin ?"
Z&" My father ?" cried my comrade as ap.
Woached him, and clasping his hands to.
gether, he bent his head upon my shoulder
and wept aloud.
GS,I will not dwell upon the painful scene.
During his absence, adversely had given the
drtunes of bis father to the wind and he had
died in his humble cottage, unlamented and
nnnoticed by the friends Of his prosperity.
q At the request of my felow-traveler, ac-
Scsempanied him to the house of mourning.
Two or three poor cottagers sat around the
He. The coffin, with the lid open, lay across
iltable near the window. a few white hairs
fal over the whittier face Of the deceased,
Sh.sip seemed to- indicate that. he died from
sorrow rather than from age. The son press.
ed his lips to his fathers check. lie groaned
in spirit, AMI was troubled. He raised his
head in agony, and with voice almost in.
articulate with grief, exclaimed, implorngly,
'my motherl"
The wondering peasants started to their
feet, and in silence pointed to lowly bed.
He hastcncl forward, and fell upon his knees
By the bedside.
"My mvther O, my mother /" he exclaim-
ed, "do not you, too, leave me Look at me
j am your son-your own Wiilie-have you,
TOO, forgot me, mother2'
She, too, lay upon her death.bed, and the
tide OF life was fast ebbing; but the remem.
bered voice of her beloved son drove it back
for moment. She opened her eyes-she at.
tempted to raise her feeble hand, and it fell
upon his head. She spoke, but he alone knew
the words that she uttered; they seemed &C
cents of mingled anguish, Of joy, and of bles.
sing. For several minutes he bent over the
bed, and wept bitterly. lie held her wthered
hand iu his; he started and as we approach.
ed him, the he hand held WAS stiff and lifeless.
Hewept nolonger-he gazed from the dead body
of his father to that of his mother-his eyes
wandered wildly from one to the other, he
snote his hand upon his brow, and threw
himself upon chair, while misery transtixed
him, as if thuntlerbolt had entered his soul.
l will not give description Of the melan-
choly funeral, and the solitary mourner. The
fathers obsequies were delayed, and tue son
laid both his parents in the same gave.
Several mouths passedaway before | gained
information respecting the sequel Of my little
story. After his parents were laid in dust,
William Campbell, with sad and anxious
heart, made Inquiries after Jeanie Leslie the
girl of his early affection, to whom we have
alluded. For several weeks his searched
proved fruitless but at length he learned that
considerable property had been left her father
by distant relative, and that he now resided
somewhere in Drumfries shire.
In the same garb which have already de-
scribed, the soldier sat out upon his journey.
With little difficulty he discovered the house.
It resembled such as are occupied by the
highest class of farmers, The front door stond
open. He knocked, but no one answered.
He passed along the passage-be heard voices
in IN apartment to the riSht--agaln he knock.
ed but was unhceded. He entered unlimited.
A group was standing in the middle of the
floor, aud among them minister commen.
cling the marriage service of the Church of
Scotland. The bride hung her head sorrow.
fully, and tears were stealing down her cheeks
Ill was MS OWl Jetnie LeSIie. Lie CleISy-
man paused. The brides father stepped for.
ward angrily, and inquired, "what do ye
want, sir o. but instantly recognising his fea-
lures, he seized him by the breast, and in a
voice half.choaked with passion, continued
"sorrow take ye for q scoundrel what's
brought ye here--an' the mair especially at
q time like this? Get out O. my house, sir |
say, Willie Campbell, get out o my house,
an never darken my door again Wi your
ne'er.do.weel countenance"
A sudden shrek followed the mention of
his name, and Jeanie Leslie fell into the arms
of her bridemaid.
"Peace, Mr.. Leslie !" said the soldier, push.
ing the old man aside since matters are
thus, I will only stop to say farewell-for auld
lang syne-you cannot deny Inc that"
He passed toward the object of his young
love. She spoke nss-she moved not-he took
her hand, but she seemed unconscious. And,
as he again gazed upon her beautiful counte-
nance, absence became as dream 1pon
her face. The very language he had acquired
during their separation was laid aside. Ma.
ture triumphed over art, and he addressed her