The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-01-06

hibited the sterner features of his char
acter. From the moment that the
standard of Freedom was raised, hatre ]
of oppression and defiance of tyranny
took complete possession of his soul (;
and in short time seemed to form a
principle of his existence. No feeling
which is not one of absolute passion is
capable of stimulating and exalting an
ardent temperament, like the love of
country. To do and to die for those
with whom we are connected by the ties
of kindred and country, is an easy task
to him whose mind is generous enough
to covet glory: and Van Anderlin. in
his devotion to the new feeling which
had taken possession of his soul, looked
upon difficulties, danger, and death, but
as so many steps conducting him to
triumph. Yet the feelings of the father
were not impaired by those of the pat
riot: his children were still the idols of
his heart; but be regarded them as a
part of himself, as if animated by the
same generous devotion, and equally
ready to become offerings at the shrine
of Freedom.
1t was midnight : hasty summons
had assembled the Council at the resi-.
dence of the Provost. They sat in a
lofty room, illumed by a massive iron
lamp, suspended from the roof. The
Members were arranged on each side of
a long, low table; at the upper end of
which sat Van Anderlln They were
met to deliberate; but they were pre-
pared to act each wore corslet and
helm; and, supported by the high back
of every chair, leaned a long and heavy
halberd. Van Anderlin was clothed in
complete suit of steel armor, and his
clasped hands rested on the hilt of
long, heavy sword that he held before
him. At the back of his chair stood
his son, Albert, clothed like his father,
in steel, and holding in his hand the
long lance which was then the weapon
of the cavalry. The youths figure was
tall and symmetrical, well becoming his
martial garb, and his blu eye cleaned
with the Gre ofrcsoluton. On low stool,
at the feet of the Provost, sat Agnes,
his daughter. She was a beautiful,
pale girl her lustrous blue eyes turned
upward towards her father, her brown
hair parted upon her forehead, her lips
just sundered, and an expression of
sweet and confding love spread over
her countenancc
"My friends said Van Auderlin,
casting his eye around the council. board,
4 am sorry to have broken the little
sleep which your tolls have rend cred so
necessary, by summoning you to ccun.
Gil at this unseenly hour but a mes.
senger from our fierce enemy awaits
withnot, and thought it not meet to
give him audience, in my single person,
as his mission may likely be of moment,
enough to require the deliberation of
your united wisdom" A young man,
who occupied one Of the lower seats at
the table, arouse as the Provost resum.
ed his chair and addressing him said
"The wisdom Of Van Anderlin might
well have heard and answered the Span
lard, without seeking aid from us but
it is fitting we are here, and here as we
are, Casting his eye over the warlikc
equipments Of those around him) that
the tyrant may know we do not slum'
Der upon our posts. Worthy Provost,
my voice is that we forthwith admit the
messengers. Van Anderlin, having
received the assent of the other Mem.
bers, turned to his son and pointed to
the door: Albert strobe across the
hall to the lower extremity; and with
the butt of his lance striking the heavy
folding door that occupied an arched
recess, it flew open, and discovered in
the adjoining apartment a young man
dressed in the Spanish fashion without
armor, and standing betwees two of the
Harlem citizens, whose massive forms,
heavy armor, and huge halberds, con-
trasted strongly with the light frame
and elegant dress of the Spaniard. As
the door few open, Albert exclaimed
with a loud voice, "Let the Messenger
of Erodarick &c Tolndo odvonoa. tho