Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1861-09-12

dress and then went out. Immediately
she returned with young man. 1t
was John Lawrence. heard him tell
her that he did not go TO the door be-
cause he disliked to disturb the rest Of
the family-thst he had enlisted with
the company raised from Ashby, This
native town, that the company had
stopped for the night at Townsend Har-
Dor, two miles from fathers, having
orders to march from Concord the next
mornlng--that he had obtained leave
of few hours absence and hastened
over to bid her good bye.
"'The country is all Ia a blaze he
said; '~e will have hot work yet
al do not remember any more of
the conversation, though I was awake
all the while listening to it. AT length
the cock crew. He started. and said.
1T is growing light. l pledged my
honor to the captain to return before
sunrise. Good morning. We shall
not meet for many months And she
replied in a tremulous tone, Good
morning
4 did not fail to report faithfully to
nv brother John the next morning
what l had heard.
Hannah can give up her lover for
her country, but what can l do? New
er mind, our time will come yet, John.
at was the next week, or the next
but one after this, that an express came
to town on Saturday night, and on Sab
bath morning the news Of the fight oI
Bunker Hill went about the congregs-
ton. Among the names OF the fallen
was John Lawrence. l cried all Sab
ber-day. A woman at meeting asked
me what allied me. I told her my
head ached.
"Now my grandmother was remark
ably correct and modern in her pro
nunciation, and l was touched to see
how fully she had gone back in spirit tc
those days of her childhood. She said
'Sabber-day' unconsciously, the WORD
she would have used then coming frs
to her lips.
"Hannah was from home at thi'
time, and when she returned she ap
peared much as usual. She never spoke
of her sorrow, but from that time sh'
ceased to mingle in gay company, o
which she had before been very fond
! never heard Of the monument going
up on Bunker Hill, but 1 think of poo
John Lawrence. | think how in future
years the gay and careless will ascenc
IL, fs0lingr ris they feelssat all. only th.
pride of victory, hearing in imagina
ton only the shout of the jubilee of ouI
dependence-but for one 1 hear rn'
undertoue of grief; 1 feel again th'
dread and the doubt, the impatien
leaping of the blood; and think pain
fully of the dead, Of the nameless dead
l think of poor, poor John Lawrence
"Time passed on. James, my oldes
brother, had already been two years il
the army. Father was in the Massa
chusetts Assembly at Boston. 1t mus
have been in the year '79, for was I
few months short of fifteen, when on'
morning in May came down stair
and found mother in tears. She in
formed me that brother John was Il
march next day after tomorrow a
SUNRISE notice having come to Towns
end the night before that fifteen sol
diers were wanted. The training banC
had been called out. and John had beer
one of those selected. He bad com,
home late the night before, after all th'
family was in bed. Mother said tha
though John was supplied with summe
clothes, he must be absent seven o
eight months, and would suffer 70
winter garments. There were all thi
time, you must remember, no store
and articles to be had except such a
each family could make for itself. Th
sight of mothers tears always brough
! all the hidden strength of body an
mind into acton. 1 instantly aske'
what garment was needed. She re
piled. 'pantaloons.'
"'Oh, il that is ALL I said, we wi
spin and weave him a pair before b
! goes
f "'But,' said mother Fhe wool is o
: the sleeps back, and the sheep are i
b. the pasture
l al Immediately turned to my young
S er brother, and bade him take the sa
a dish and call them to the yard.
{ "Molher replied: Poor child, ther
+. are no sheep-shears within three mile
: and half
i al have some small shears at th
S loom,' said l.
"'But you can't spin and weave
e in so short time
al am certain we can, mother
: "'How can you weave it-there is
D long web Of linen in the loom?
r "No matter, I can find an empt
: loom.'
e "By this time the sound Of the shee
e made me quicken my steps toward tn
= yard. 1 requested one Of my sister
to bring me the wheel and cards wbll
a l went for the wool. I went to th
n yard with my brother, who seized
d white sheep, from which l sheared
1t with my loom shears, what l judge
!. sufficient for half the warp; we the
r, let her gb with the rest of her fleece
/ sent TIP wool in by one of my littl
a sisters, and Calvin run for blac
IN sheep. md held her while I cut off th
l. wool fd my filing and half the WARP