The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1867-10-30

said.
"Come, follow me-"
Malcolm went. and soon they stood with
in The village churchyard! And this whit
haired guide was the sexton, who for NOR
than sixty years had made those beds a
the children OF immortality. The pal
moon shed its beams upon the place, ant
the chill air sighed mournfully among tn
weeping willows that grow by the hedge
The grave stones stood like spcctres q
mong the faded grass. and here and ther,
arose white monument, like some NOR,
powerful spirit that watched the sanctity
Of the place.
Malcolm Warren" spoke the old man
in voice SO deep shat il seemed almost I,
come from one the neighboring graves
" not long since you pointed to me as an
example Of how long man might live VIII,
smiled upon the wine cup. You pointed /,
me a. one who had always quafed at tn,
Intoxicating bowl. Perhaps you spoke tru
y, but you did not speak the whole truth
for the whoIe you did not know. aud has,
brought yoa here to whisper the truth into
your ear"
Malcolm Warren looked up into the ol,
mans face, and - he saw how solemn wa.
the expression that rested there. he forge
ths bad company he had lett at the tavern
and his thoughts became serious.
!" MaIcolm." resumed the Sexton, !"
can look back now into the past, and see
score OF iyoung men who commenced III
race Of life with me. We loved 10 lear
the excitement of the Intoxicating cup, an,
we thought not then Of the dangers we wer
courtiug. Years passed sn. and | saw thos
twenty men sink into the arms OF Geath, an
l buried them all here. Malcolm Warren
they all slesP in dr,mkarfs graresi On
after another saw them fall, and a
length was left alone of the party VIII
were won't to assemble around the bar.roor
fire."
A deep gruan escaped from the youn
mans lips. and a shudder ran through hi
frame.
"All gone 7" he asked.
Yes, all !" the old man uttered. !" Blu
this is not hall, Malcolm. Their wives an
children died, and they too. lie here O
how we'll can remember when saw thea
standing a, the altar and when they turn
ed away from the place they we're blushinl
brides. But a few short years. and bega
10 gather them into the fold of death. The
sank down with broken hearts and crushe,
hopes. Some ot them lived TO be gray
headed, but their gray hairs came down i
sorrow to the grave. See that grave ther
--ihe one with the dark gray stone. II
who sleeps beneath that mound was ono
the hapPiest youth in the village. He va
= carpenter BY trade, and he built the hous
in which you were born. He used to laugt
and sing over the wine cup, ami he though
not then Of harm. once heard his youn,
wife beg Of him TO remain At home wit
her, but he refused her the boon. She tol,
him that she vas cold and hungry, and tina
her children needed clothing. but he heed
ed her not. A few short years afterward
that wife's heart broke. and she died. an,
her children. The husbaud and father
found one cold night lying by the roadsid,
uhh VIC was ucAu. tHrse aIu tutH etdscs
Tor ! buried them all together. You cal
see the wife's grave next beyond the gray
stone OF the husband, and ihose two littl
graves are where lie the frozen boy ant
girl |!
The old man drew his sleeve across hi
eyes to wipe away the tears. and while h,
did 90, Malcolm bowed his head and
greaned mournfully.
-" Malcolm Warren" he said, " there va
once full regiment Of stout soldiers FOL
lowed Napoleon Bonaparte in Russia
There were many other regiments wh,
went also. but of this one in particular have
! read. 0f that whole company Of men
only one solitary individual lived to re.
turn TO the home Of his birth. All the res
died on the way. They we're starved ant
frozen, aud they dropped by the wayside
Nov. suppose some thoughtlea yoati
should point to thst single living soldier
and Gay that amid the eternal SHOWS Of Rus