Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-04-07

Inc aged Nr
looked upon him. Ain
-throb-you might hs
ticking in the sfatfeEd
1t was the form Of a
grown old with care moro tia
There was a face you might
once and yet wear it in Your med
ever. Let US bend over the beds
on that face.
a bold forehead scanned 81
Wrinkle between the brow
4 dark hair sprinkled with
Firmly set, yet quivering as,<iios5
aad a life separate from 5he life
jand two large eyessgivid, burn
unnatural in their steady glare.
All, therewas something SO ter
that face, something so falI fund
loneliness, uAspeakablo despair, /
aged Minister started back IN bo,
But look ! those strong srms 81
ing at the vacant air, tie deaj
starts IN drops upon the cd b1
man is dying
T'hrobl throb! throbl ea
watch in the Shattered wall.
Would you die in the fai94
tan" faltered the preach
there on the dark floor.
The white lips of the dsa
man trembled but made no
Then with the agony
him. he rose into a sitting 3
the first time he spoke ~
Christian he echoe
tone winch thrilled tie
heart, 8 will that faith
honorL Come with NJ
far over the water.
This is my native hon
green % which spoy
ng az!.l
was ! chlld. And
| to pass this street az
a child, the very babes
would raise their tiny
me. The graves IN yondS
would shrink from my foe
der flag would stain 4
upon my heart.
That was an awful deal
minister had watched the
with q hundred convica
and yet never beheld d III
this.
Suddenly the dying 1sa
tottered along the aoor.
white fingers, whose nails are bll
the death chill, he threw open xhs
He showed his military coat, u
with silver ; an old parchment, N
cloth that looked like the wres
battle flag.
Look Je, priest this faded coat
ted with my blood | 2 he cried.
memories seemed stirring at his
This is the last coat I wore when
ted the banner of the stars on Tic
I That bullet hole was pierced
f4ght at Quebec; now / am, LET N
per in your ear
!" Now help me, priest" he .ssai
vbice grown suddenly tremulous
me put on ttis coat Of blue andsj
For you see, and a ghostly SIM
oyer his face" there is no one !
the cold droFs from my brow, no !
child. ] mus meet death alone
will meet him, S I met him in batl
out fear"
While he stAd ARR
that worm eatensoa 81
the good preach spo1
in Jesus. Yes, ON
pierces the cloudy
rolls them from t<e
Faith p echoed the
stood therss1zHS
his eye.
honor? Look yo, lhefa -
sits George Washinetos oyer tn
comrades the pIeaynt telling
years war-theTn h;s Of Ii
George of EnalaAq ssva1Sgal i
otto voice the loss of his "a IN
here am I-I-who was tplseA
the flag Of freedom, the r.
blow against that kings -
like dog"
The ave stricken prea 49,
from the look Of the a. 8gn.
thfob- throb-beat tbt SSaph !.
the shattered wall. "
Hush silence alore the E,o.
he muttered in that wild absan4
though speaking to the dsaJ &
alohg the lines! Hark /! YOU, M
cry, we will meet there ii ~ -,
suva'n Hlstl silence, my mens
sWnlsper as you moveup those stee'
gMen Of the wilderness, we viii >
town. Now up with the bannSs
Stars up with theiiag Of freeda,u1
sMHe1h'gat IS dark and theJssn
4 ~ m,an tagsss eLed t6
form, with e khee anaS
a the a1 y y
And Ii 4. His1
With that word
there, ali ! what}
pair, erect ; livi
a moment, and
All look at tn
and stiff upon