The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-01-20


TESS that she has liberated our enemy and
sold our just revenge for the light love
of false Spaniard. Let her take the
place which should have been his
There was momentary pause amongst
the excited crowd at this address. The
daughter of Van Anderlin was known
and beloved by every citizen of Her-
lem her beauty, her gentleness, and her
untiring exertions during the siege to
relieve and assuage the sufferings of the
wounded and furnishing, had endeared
her to every breast, and few there were
in Harlem who before that fatal day
would not have periled life and limb to
screen her. But long suffering deadens
the better feelings of the heart, and Oft
re peated scenes of blood and violence
will foster in the gentlest nature propen-
sites of kindred character The rough
burghers who now surrounded the hap
less Agues were brutiiied by the oppres-
sions and privations they had endured,
whilst their fercest passions were rous-
ed and stimulated by the scene of bloody
tyranny they had just witnessed they
were acted upon by the two most hor.
rible cravings which the nature of man
is subject to-they hungered for bread,
and thirsted for blood
A fierce murmur, like the growl Of
the crouchiDg tiger ere it springs upon
its prey, passed around the crowd, and
soon swelled into the dreadful clamor
for blood. Let her die y cried one,
Since she has betrayed u.s. Hang her
on the gibbet that was raised for the
Spaniard = exclaimed another. TO the
market. place with her. cried a third
TO the market-place To the market
place p and thousand voices swelled
the fatal cry, To the market-place :!
Already were the rough hands of her
intended murderers upon her arm
already was the horrible certainty of
violent death curdling the warm blood
in her veins, when the sound of a well
known voice fell upon her ear she saw
the crowd give way; she saw his gilt
tering casque above all others moving to
where she stood she saw his arms ex-
tended to leceive her fathers breast.
The Provost looked around him as he
strained his fainting daughter to his
bosom, and exclaimed, with faltering
voice, MY friends, what means this 7
Why is my child thus treated at your
hands?' Van Hartenfeld, whose fury
was unappeased, and who feared that
his victim might escape through the in.
fluence of her father, was ready to ans.
wer his question: 'She is traitressn
he cried, and must die the death she
has contrived the Spaniards escape, and
has confessed the act False hound
thou lest cried the enraged father. mo
child of mine could betray her country
it is thy malignant heart hath framed
the calumny Provost. you doat,'
cried Van Hartenfeld; your daughter
we found here within this chambe r, from
which the Spaniard was gone, and she
herself confessed that she had set him
free. She had defrsuded us of our vic.
tim, and given . fierce enemy back to
the tyrant to annoy US; she is guilty Of
traitorous deed, and her life shall
answer for it. Citizens, to the market.
place Seize on the traitress, and CON.
duct her to her fate y The yell WAS
raised again, and the crowd pressed up.
on the father and his child, Van Ander.
lin turned ghastly white, and his iron
frame shook like IN aspen; not at the
danger of his child, but at the thought
of her guilt. The prisoner was gone
How came she there7 These were the
fearful suggestions that appealed his
heart. But he was . father rs we'll as
a patriot, and every fiber of his bosom
yearned for his child. My friends he
said, addressing the fierce throng around
him, pause awhile ere you commit this
ruthless deed, and listen to my words.
My child, my only child, is charged
with treason to her country; it may be
that the charge is true-you say she has
confessed it, but be not over hasty-
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