The Cecil Whig., 1859-08-06

bis horses feet died upon the air, than
her romantic brain suggested the plan OF
joining her lover BY cnlisting int same
brigade. She resolved oput her project
in immediate operation.
| Securing 4 suit Of male attire about
her own size she severed her long and
.jctty ringlets, dressed her hair like a
mans and purchasinga horse, she set of
three days after, alone, to offer lrcI
services to the noble Marion. Her offer
was accepted, and Il 1.-the, active STRIPPING
was added to the corps to which her
lover belonged. The contrast between
the STRIPPING and these men, in their
uncouth gafbs, thcii massive faces, en-
Drowned and diSHsUred by sun and rain,
was indeed striking But none we're so
eager for the battle, or Indifferent to
to fatigue as the fair faced boy. 1t was
found that his energy of character, reso-
luton and courage, amply supplied his
lack of pAysiqHe. None ever suspected
him to be woman. Not even Jasper
himself, although she was often by his
side, penetrated her disguise.
The romance ofhcr situation increased
the fcrvor OF her passion. 1t was her
delight to reflect that, unknown to him,
she was by Ills side, watching over him
in the hour of danger. She fed her
passion by gazing upon aim in the hour of
slumber, hovering near him when stealing
through the swamp and thicket, and
being always ready to avert danger from
his head.
But gradually there stole melancholy
presentmcnt 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 convin-
ced that death was about to snatch her
away from his side; but she prayed that
she might die, and he never TO know
what length the violence of her passion
had led her.
1t was an eve before battle. The
camp had sunk into rcpose. The watch
fires were burning low, and only the
slow tread Of scntinels fell upon the
profound silence of the night air, as they
moved through the dark shadows of the
forest. Stretched upon the ground,
with no other couch than a blanket,
rcposcd the wallike form of Jasper
Climbing vines trailed themselves into a
canopy above his head, through which
stais shone down softly. The faint
flicker from the expiring cmbcrs of fire
fell athwart his countcnancc, an tingcd
the check of one who bent above his
couch. il was the smooth faced boy
She bent low down, as if'tQ listen to his
dream, Or to breath into his soul pleas
ant visions Of love and happiness.-
But tears trace themselves down
the fair ones cheek, and fall silently
but rapidly upon the brow of her lover.
\ MYSTERIOUS voice has told her that the
parting has come that Tomorrow her
destiny is consunmatcd. There is one
last, long, lingering look, and then the
unhappy maid is seen to tear herself
away from the spot, 10 weep out her
sorrows in privacy.
Fierce aud terrible is the conflict that
on the morrow ragged on the spot. Fore
most in the battle is the intrepid Jasper,
and ever BY his side fights the STRIPPING
warrior. Of.en during the heat and
the smoke, CLEANS suddenly upon the
eyes of Jasper the melancholy face OF
the maiden. In the thickcst of the fight,
surrounded by enemies, the lovers fight
side by side. Suddenly lance is lev
oled at the breast Of Jasper, but swifter
than the lance is Sallic st. Clair
There is wild cry aud at the feet of
Jasper sinks the maiden, with the. life
blood flushing from the white bosom,
which had been thrown as a shield before
his breast. lie heeds not now the din
nor the danger Of conflict but down by
the side of the dying boy he kncels.-
TEcn for the first time, does he learn
that the STRIPPING is his love; that the
dim visions in 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 heroic maiden
dies
Her name, her sex, and her noble
devotion, soon bccame known through
the corps. There was u fearful group
gathered around hcr grave : there was
not one of those hardy warriors who did
not bedew her grave. with tears. They
buried her near the river Santec, " in a
green shady nook that looked as if it
had been stolen out of Paradise"
Romance Of tie RcroIution.