Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-07-25

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ieh-stili his voice vas heard, hoarse and
nushy, put strong IN its every tone-'For-
warts, Brudern p
de beheld the division of Sullivan retrest-
ing from the field; he saw the British yon-
der, stripping their coats from their hacks
IN the madness. of: pursuit. He looked to
lne SOUTH for Washington, who, with the
reserve, under Greene, was hurrying 20 the
view.
Then Pulaski was convulsed with rape.
He rode madly upon the. bavonets II ,ha
pursuing British, his sword Gathering vic
tim. after victim, even there. in front Of their
whole army, he flung his steed across the
|path of the retreatinc Americans he he
sought them, in broken English. to turn. 70,
make one more effort; be shouted in hoarse
tones that the day was not yet lostl
They did not understand his words. but
ine tones in which he spoke thrilled their
blood 's''
That picture. too, standing out from the
clouds OF battle-a warrior, oonyulsed with
passion. covered with blood, leaning over the
neck OF his sfeed, while his eyes seemed
turned to fire. and. the muscles of his bronzed
iace writhed like serpents-that picture. /
say, nlied many heart with new courage.
nerved many wounded arm for the FIGHT
|again.
those retreating men turned, they, faced
tns enemy again-like grey hounds at bay
oeiore the wolf-they sprang upon the necks
| o. the Toe, and bore them down by one des-
|perate charge.
IL was at this moment that Washington
came fushing on once more to the battle.
Inose people know but little Of the Amer
,can General who call him the American Fa-
oius that is, general compounded of pra-
oence and caution, with but spark Of enter
PRISE. American Fabiusi When YOU win
show me that the Roman Fabius had heart
OF hre nerves Of steel, soul that huncered
for the charge, an enterprise that r.sshed
from theswilds like the Skippack. upon an
army ike the British at German.owa ~
started from ice and snow, like that which
lay across the Delaware, upon hordes IKE
those Of .he Hessians, at Trenton-tben !
VIII lower Washington down into Fabius. =
lnis comparison Of our heroes. with the bar
oarian demi-gods of Rome, only illustrates
the poverty Of tbe.mind that makes il
compare Brntus,< the assassin Of his friend
with Washington, the Saviour of the peoplei
cicero, the opponent Of. Cataline. with Hen
|ry, the champion Of Continenti What
|6eggary Of thought Let us learn 10 be 1
|,'tie independent to know our great men. As
|they wefes not by comparison with the bar
|barian heroes Of old Rome.
Let Us learn,tha Washington was no neg
|atlye thing but all chivalry and genius
was at the battle Of Brand dyrinc that this
truth was made plain. He came r,,sh;ns a.
q battle BE beheld his men hexn down
oy the British he heard them shrek his
name, and regardless of bis personal safety,
ne rushed to join them.
Yes. it was the dread havoc Of that retreat
that Washington, rushing forward into the
very centre ofthe melee. was entangled in
the enemy's troops, on the top of high hill.
south-W west of the Meeting House, while Pu-
laski was sweeping on with his grim smile,
to have one more bout with the eager red
coats
Washington was in terrible danger-his
troops were rushing to the south-the Brit
isn troopers came sweeping up the hill and
around nlm-while Pulaski, on hill some
nundred yards distant, was scattering par
ung blessing among the hordes of Hanover.
~ was glorious prize this MIsrER Wash
ington, IN the heart Of the British army.
Suddenly the Poiander turned-his eve
caught the sight of the iron grey and his II
der. He turned to his troopers: his whis-
kered lip wreathed with a. grim snile-he
pointed to the iron grey and it's rider.
There was but one moment.
With one impulse that iron band wheeled
their war horses and then dark body. SOL
I'd and compact was speeding over the valley
like q thunderbolt torn from the earth three
hundred swords rose glittering in a faint
glimpse OF sunlight-and in, front of the
avalanche, with his form raised to its full
heiSnt dark frown on bis brow, a fierce
smile on his lip, rode Pulaski. Like spirit
reused into life by the thunderbo.t, he rode
his eyes were fxed upon the iron grey and
It's rider-his band. had but one LOOK one
will, one shout for Washington
Inc British troops bad encircled the Amer
icaa leader already they felt secure Of their
prey-already the head Of that traitor. Wash
Londop. go "a
But that trembling of the earth in. the val
ley, yonder. What means 1T?
That terrible beating of hoofs, what does
it portend? -
That ominous silence-and now that shout
not Of words norof names. but that half veil
half hurrah, which shrieks from the Iron
Men, as they scent their prey? What
means it all.
Pulaski is on our track The. terror of
the British army is in our wakel
And on he'came-he and his gallant band.
A moment and he had swept over the
Britishers- -crushed-mangled dead and dy-
ing they strewed the green sod, he had passed
over the hill, he had passed the form of
Washington
Another momentl And the. iron band
bad wheeled-back in the same career Of
death they came Routed, defeated, crushed
the red coats flee from the hill, while the
iron band sweep round the form of George
Washington-they encircle him with their
forms of .oak, their swords ofstell-the shoat
OF his name shrieks through the air, and away
to the American host they bear hin in all 4
soldiers battle Joy
u was at Savannah, that night came down
npon Pulaski.
Yes, see him now, under the. Gloom of
night, riding forward towards yonder ram
parts, his black steed rearing aloit, while
two hundred Of his iron men follow at bis
back.
Right on, neither looking to right or LEFT.
he rides his eve fixed upon the cannon Of
the British, his sword cleaning over his
head.
For the last,time, they heard. that cry
"Forwarts, Brudern, forwartsfp
Then they saw that black horse, plnneiap
forward, his fore feet resting on the cannon of
the enemy, while his warrior-rider arose in
all the pride Of his form, his face balhcd il !
flush of red light
That fash once gone, they saw Palaski
r.