The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1865-04-19

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] was for you; my last thought on earth
/ of the love you have shown me. Good
sby, and rest in peace, for you must ST. be
sure that if there were danger, l should
not leave you here" AZ fnBy
! "Give me your hand again" said
sCharley, striving to repress all emotion
gih his voice. Goodb by, John, kiss mo
cher for me, and may Ellen liyelto--well,
ano matter, God bless you, dear, good
John, my boyish companion, the friend
] Of my Hfe." s.ai, stt3
] Good bless and reward YOU, Charley,
For the happiness you are bringing to
sthose who soon will have but you on
searth to console them" t,
And SO John, utterly unconscious Of
Ethe doom to which he was leaving his
sbrother, drew the shawl up about his
Sface, and giving the signal at the door Of
9the cell, followed the guard out aea.
Great as was Charley's devotion, when
she lost sight of John, he could not over.
come the natural feeling of awe at his
3own position, and he sunk down on his
smattIess almost insensible. auu %"
Meantime, happily and safely. John
pursued his way; all day on foot he tray-
'eled, then at night he reaches q railway
station; he is speeding like lightning
5along on the train, and as the bright
sdawn breaks forth, he is kneeling beside
sthe bed where his Ellen lies sleeping, his
amother leaning over him, his boy clasped
lin his arms. 'Tis his voice wakes her,
sand as she clings to him, and bures her
shead in his bosom, John murmured " for
Fail this happiness, God bless you Char
sey i ,-a8q
AT that same moment the drums were
beating away, where Charley was, and
Ithe heavy tramp Of soldiers echoes With
regular tread along. Now he is brought
forth, the hour of his sacrifice is come,
'and with one deep sigh, one sudden pangl
for he was young, and life looked lairI
before him, Charley Morris takes LisI
place in the solemn procession. s
Now they come to q plain and halt1
His hands are bound, and before him
stand twenty-four men, with muskets all,
prepared-behind him bis coffin. He
thinks Of Johns happiness, closes hisl
eyes, and remembers the prayer his mo,
ther taught him. ei
The first command is given, but thes
second does not come, and he opens hi.E
eyes-the sergeant is advancing towaIdH
him. Hr.z H II. .r 4t a7"a
"What is your name?" said he. /
i" Norris" ar.a faa 90
I" You are, then, John Morris" p
My name is Morris" e,o' 4
The sergeant returned to the captain. +
" There's no mistake, captain" saids
he, cit is John Morris, he acknoB ledgedA
it himself; the men were mistaken i
Fire !" said the captain, and without /
4 struggle, Charley Morris fell to theE
ground dead. u.sau i
/" Execution of a deserter 7" Theses
were the words that met the eyes Of Johns
IN the next morning after his retuFna
home. A vague anxiety took possessionk Y
Of him, and with eyes that burned as hefs
proceeded, he read on. Then, when hehs
understood all, what shrek of agonyM
echoed through that home ! John iin'H
lersto3d all--his brother had died foHl
q willing victim, or thinkingh
bat he, John, had like coward giyenH
i'm oyer to such fate. alaa5 HI
Charley's sacrifice did not give happiH
ess, for John is in the county asylum,H Fl
caring ever the fatal volley that killodN
is brother, and Ellen is dead. The5
lother lives, mounfally weeping for all.s
I}aasetiPt.
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TIE POWER OF READING. RI III
Benjamin franklin tells us, in one of4
is letters, that when he was a. boy, aE
tile bookf'fell into his hands, entitled, II
Essay to do Good, by Cotton Mather
t was tattered and torn, and severaH
ayes were missing. Bat the remain
err" he says, fgaYe me such turn ofs
linking as to have an influence on hya
ouduct through life; for l have alwayspi
It greater value on.the characterlof al
Ger of good than.any other kind of repa-Sa