The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-09-04

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! he quickly assembled to the entrance
of The prison, 70 ask water Of the
! keeper. It vas some time before he
received any reply to bis repeated
knocks and calls At length the
keeper appeared, and harshly inqui-
4 I'd the cause of the disturbance at
so improper an hour.
"My BROTHER is dying. answered
| Vernon :" in the name of heaven
let nae have some water, ehat he may
slake his thirst.
| He must wait till morning--it is
not our custom to open to the prison.
ers after nightfall--so go your wey
Nnnd let Us have no more noise" was
the surly reply.
But, God of mercy / you surely
viii not refuse me the water? He
will die before the morning /"
Then he viii not need 1t long"
answered the keeper coldly, as he
turned away-and muttering that he
would not break through his rules for
a hundred of their lives, he left the
agonized Vernon to grope his way
back as we'll as he could.
As be turned to descend, his atten-
ton was arrested by sound Of riot.
GUS mirth issuing from O distant part
Of the fhip. which seemed to mock
his gu8erings. and convey a double
stab 10 his previously wounded heart.
When he reached the spot where his
brother lay and had raised him in his
arms, he perceived that the youth s
reason was again bewildered.
"Never mind the water, George"
he said. " the purest streams are be-
fore me ; ! shall soon oVertakc them
and he endeavored to moisten his
parched lips with his tongue, which
perceiying by the sound, he burst
into tears
sis this my mother 2" said the dy.
ing lad. Are these her tears that
mingle with the cold dews on my
forehead I? Is that her warm breath
that I feel upon my check I? Oh,
give me your hand, mother !" and
saatching that of brother he press
ed 1t fondly to his lips Go-get
light that l may behold her," he ad-
ded and attempted to rise. Z" If you
love me. George, get me light" he
repeated, "that may see yonr faces
before | dien
The half-distraced Vernon, could no
longer resist his entrea.ies, and there
fore laying him gently down, he made
a second attempt to awaken sense of
feeling in the breast Of the obdurate
keeper, who demanded, with terri
bic oath, who it was that dared to
disturb. his repose
My good fellow" said Vernon,
In voice of entreatry and concilia-
tim, 81 como in search Of light.
Ny brother is dying~and it is .
dreary thing to be SO near an object
and to be unable to look upon his
features. He, too, asks 1t Of you as
ia precious gift"
Downtown, you foul rebel ! ]
tell you it cannot be Done"
What-not at the request Of
dying man 7"
"No. Let him die-a rebel de-
serves no better fate. Away, say,
go back to your birth, and give me
no more trouble.
"a single inch Of candle op'y, /
pray you for heaven's sake cried
Vernon, subdued by afaiction
II tell you again that you caDnct
have @ light. Begone !" and The
cruel keeper fastened from the lion.
grated partition that separated him
from the wretched prisoner
Heaven grant me patience !"
cried Vernon, as he descended the
steps to the prison, his brain burning
with revenge, and bis heart surcharg.
ed with the most painful feelings
He returned once more to his
brother, and seating himself beside
him, placed the cold and dying bead
upon bis aching breast, and by fond
caresses and words of the sweetest
affection sought to soothe away the
pangs of disappointment, and to sof
ten the anguish of the last sad mo-
ments Of the youth, which were now
. fast approaching. After few strug-
giles, few agonizing signs, he breath
ed tie name ct bis mother and ex-
PRED
"Alas and is it over? Be gra-
cious holy heaven, and receive to thy
! sslf that pure essence which but now
breathed in this cold form-animated
the kindest Of hearts Farewell
sweet flower Thou hast beeen rude
" torn assunder--a fell hight has de.
stroyed thee in the bnd +! No friend
, will deck thy bier no prayer viii
: hollow thy grave y
Vernon laid the body down In ag.
INV nf Opi6f and hraathin0 an oath