The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1862-02-13
tFor the News.
Not Famed, Though Worthy.
BEECnwooD, June, 1851

| My DEAR SIsTER:AI write to YOU
the last evening before going to camp.
1t is my duty to fight for Liberty, that
you, my darling Clara, as we'll as my
self, may live beneath our consecrated
banner; may enjoy the privileges which
its purity, love. and truth must ever Sc :
cure for those who defend fair Colum
bia.
Tenderly love my only sister, and
fain would l spare you the pain Of hear
ing of my death; but if I fall, remember,
"the spirit will return to God who
gave it," Drop one tear to my memo
ry, but let it not be the tear of despair;
let it be from the same chord Of afFec
ton that would bo touched, when you
hear there is one less to fight the battles
of our country.
My letter is melancholy, but fore.
boding of my fate--a dim scene in the
vista of the future, prompts me to live
In godly manner, that may be ready
at any moment to obey the summons of
my Master. Write soon, dear Clara,
and remember me in your prayers. Re.
member too, that you hold tho first
place in the affections of your devoted
brother, ANDREW.
liz x X X
In her cozy room sat sweet Clara
Dewy, resting her head against the Grim
on chair back. Beautiful indeed was
her face, and not only do the features
please the fastidious critics eye; but
the loving expression, so much like an
angels that its radiance reflected upon
everything surrounding, drew one in.
voluntarily to love and almost regard
her as one of tn SC pure inhabitants of
the better world.
She wns not the child of wealth; her
father had given his two Children good
education, but lacked the "almighty
dollar" at his death. Thrown upon
their own resources, Andrew first OBJ.
tanned a place for his sister as governess,
and then went to the Wild West.
Three years had Clara with uuflagg.
ing diligence gone through the dull
routine of instructing the children of
the fashionable Mrs. Venner. who
although butterfly of the world, pos.
sessed heart and mind that if called
forth proved her true woman.
Three years had the noble brother
toiled day by day, in tho hot, weary
sehSo room, to procure money for that |
worthy sister, when the shriIl war cry :
vas re-eeaoed through our land. The ..
heart that beat so warmly for sister,
beat oa with redoabled love for the i
')uhtTy that gave her birth and scorninc {
5he eloquent words of The Secession de- j
lenders, he ealistcd to brave the dan 5
gers Of the campaiga.
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A light knock nt the door Of the gov. s
'rnes', and voice, sweet as tho soft. ;
oned Holian harp, responds, Come !.
a. 'H =
A little cherub of five summers On il
ers, lisPing, "Papa say, Aggie bring b
'iss pewy letter. A Kiss and she give !; =
you" :
Little did the sweet child, as she bent a
onward, or the soft eyed governess, as Il
he imprinted the kiss upon the ruby 9
ps, imagine the contents Of that letter
"Aggie go now" said the little pratt
'er, and the door closed. tt
"From dear brotherl' o
All, reader, you already know the sad =,
dings borne upon the little note paper. I
Oh, Father in fIeaveni" and the sor el
w.stricken girl clasped her hands up. ID
n her heart, as if to still its tremulous
eating. Where, oh, where is the rose.
ud cottage, that she and he had so Of
IN pictured2 Conc forever were the
leasa0t hours they had anticipate d
pending in it, and the many air. castles
iat had filed pages Of their letters
ere crushed hopelessly. But although
ioonian, she knew his duty to his
'uutry, and though it seemed the most
'uel blow that could have fallen upon
er, she bore il with truo heroism. ii
Ter future was fearfully' dark,
ut the postman's next ring brought
le merry smile into her dimpled cheeks
le step regaiped its elasticity, aud the -
cart forgot its former grief. Another
tier from Andrew-but so different:
! gayety-eyory line marked with ex.
berance Of spirits, though the closing
ntcnce read, "And now, my darling
lara, my trust is still in the One who
able to savei though my grave be
ade on the battle field, it will be ia
orous exehange-this world Of strife
: the heaven of eternal ropose,"
Three months later the lone girl sat J
her room. The tolls of the day were 4
'er; the pale October moon looked 4
.lmly down upon Our earth ana A, to-