Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-06-14
An Incident Of the war.

We find in the Courier des Etats Uuis,
the following touching narrative of an in.
cidsnt in the seigs of Charleston, taken
from the Mercury Of that city:
The Yankees from time to time, throw
a shell into the city. and nobody seems
to mind it. But misfortune willed that
Yesterday a she'll should throw the entire
community into mourning.
Miss Anna Pickens, the daughter o! our
former Governor never consented to leave
the city. Despite the representations of
shells and Greek FIRE, tending the wound
ed, and cheering all with her presence
Among the wounded officers under her
ministerIng care was Andrew Rochelle, q
descendant of one Of the nOblest Hugenot
families of the city. This young man was
full Of the liveliest gratitude for his fair
nurse; gratitude gave birth to a more ten
der sentiment; his suit was listened to;
Gov. Pickens gave his consent, and the
marriage was fixed for yesterday. the 23d
of April.
Lieut.. de Rochelle ives on duty at Fort
Sumter in the morning. and il was deter
mined that the ceremony should take place
at the residence of.Gen. Bonham in city
at o'cl OK. At the moment when the
Episcopal clergyman was asking the bride
il she was ready. shell fell upon the roof
Of the building, penetrated to the room
where the company were assembled, burst
and wounded nine persons, among the
rest, Miss Anna Pickens. We cannot des-
cribe the scene that followed. Order was
at last established. and the wounded were
all removed except the bride, who lay
motionless upon the carpet. Her betroth
ed, knseliDg aud bending over her, was
weeping bitterly, and trying to stsunch
the blood that " relied from q terrible wound
under her left breast. A surgeon came.
and declared that she had not two hours
longer to live. We will not undertake to
paint the general despair.
When the girl recovered her conscious
uess, she asked to know her fate and when
they besitated to tell ber-"Andrew, /"
she said. al beg you to tell me the truth
If / must die, can die worthy of you
The young soldier tears were bis answer,
and Miss Pickens summoning all her
strength, attempted TO smile. Nothing
could be more heart-rending than to see
the agony Of this brave girl, struggling in
the embrace of death, and against terS
rible mortal pang. Gov. Pirkens whose
courage was known, was almost without
consciousness, and Mrs. Pickens look ed
upon Der child with the dry and hsggard
eye of one whose reason totters.
Lieut.. de Rochelle, was the first to speak.
''ADna," he cried, will die soon. too, but
| would have you die my wife. There is
yet time to unite us.
The young girl did not reply; she was
too weak. A slight fush rose for an in
slant to her pale cheek; it was seen that
joy and pain were struggling for the mas
terry. Lying upon a sofa. her bridal dress
all stained with blood, her hair dishevel.
ed, she had Eever appeared more beautiful.
| Hopeless as she was, Lieut.. de Rochelle
took her hand, and requested the Minis
| ter to proceed with the ceremony. When
| it was time for the dying girl to say yes,
her lips parted several times, but she could
not artieulate. At last the word was 500
ken. and slight foam rested upon Ter
lips. The dying agony was near. The
minister sObbed as be proceeded with the
ceremony An hour afterwards all yas
over. and the bridal chamber was the
chamber of death.