The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-05-19

to avert danger from his head.
But gradually there stole melancholy
preseutiment over the poor girls mind
She had been tortured with hopes deferred !;
the war was prolonged, and the prospect Of
being restored to him grew more and more
uncertain. But now she felt that her dream
of happiness could never be realized. She
became convinced that death was about to
snatch her away from his side but she pray.
ed that she might die, and he never know to
whot length the violence Of her passion had
led her.
1t was an eve before the battle. The
camp had sank to repose. The watchfres
were burning low, and only the slow tread
Of sentinels fell upon the profound silence
Of the night air, as they moved through the
dark shadows OF the forest. Stretched upon
the ground, with 10 other couch than a
blanket, reposed the wurlike form Of Jasper
Climbing vines trailed themselves into 6
canopy above his head, through which the
stars shone down softly. The faint flicker
from the expiring embers of fire fell
athwart his countenance, and tinged the
cheek of one who bent above his couch
It was the smooth.fnced stripping. She
bent low down, as IL to listen to his dreams,
or to breathe into his soul pleasant visions
of love and happiness. But tears trace them
selves down the fair ones cheek, and fall 81
lently, but rapidly, upon the brow Of her
lover. A mysterious voice has told her that
the hour of parting has come; that to.mor.
row her destiny is consummated. There is
one last, long, lingering look, and then the
unhappy maid is seen to tear herself away
from the spot, to weep out her sorrows in
privacy.
Fierce and terrible is the conflict that on
the morrow RACES on that spot. Foremost
in the battle is the intrepid Jasper, and ever
by his side fights the STRIPPING warrior. OF.
ten during the heat and the smoke, CLEANS
suddenly upon the eyes Of Jasper the melan.
choly face of the maiden. In the thckest
OF the fight, surrounded by enemies, the low
ers fight side by side. Suddenly lance |:
levelled at the breast of Jasper /; but swifter
than the lance is Sally st. Clair. There is
wild cry, and at the feet of Jasper sinks
the maiden, with the life. blood guehing from
the white bosom, which had been thrown, as
a shield, before his breast. He heeds not
now the din nor the danger OF the conflict
but down by the side of the dying boy he
kneels. Then, for the first time, does he
learn that the stripling is his love that the
dim visions, 10 his slumber, Of an angel face
lowering above him, had indeed been true
In the midst of the battle, with her lover BY
her side, and the barb still in her bosom, the
heroine maiden dies
Her nome, her sex, and her noble devo.
ton, soon became known through tine corps.
There was fearful group gathered around
her grave there was not one of those har.
dy warriors who did not bedew her grave
with tears. They buried her near the river
Santee, Sin q green shady nouk that looked
as il it had been stolen out OF Paradise"
The sweetest Of oil American song.wri
tiers hos immortaIzed this noble woman ir
charming lyric, with which we close oul
story g.
In the ranks of Marion's band,
Through morass and wooded-land,
Over beach of yellow sand,
Mountain, plain and valley;
southern maid. In all her pride,
Marched gaily at her lovers side,
In such disguise
That e'sn his eyes
lid not discover Sallie! r..
When returned from midnight tramp,
Through the forests dark and damp,
On his straw-couch in tho camp,
In his dreams he'd daily
With that devoted, gentle fair,
Whose dark black eyes and flowing hair,
So near him seem,
That In his dream, .'
He breathes his love for Salliei
Oh, what Joy that maiden knew
When she found her lover true!- -.. ..rl
Suddenly tho trumpet blew, ,. .. g..
Marion's men to rally? -...
To ward the death.spear from his side,
In battle by Santoe she diedl
Where sings the surge
A ceaseless dirge
Near the lone grave of sallie!