Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury [Connecticut]) 1903-1917, 1904-07-09

better man has won YOU MY best love
/ to the old mother. Won't you take 1t to
herr And goodby. and God bless you!
HILARY TALBOT.
The briliiance went out OF the sun
shine, the brightness faded out Of the
morning, and Seymour stood there
with the tears running down his
cheeks-not ashamed to weep for his
friend. And yet the man was with
Kate, he thought, and happy-be could
almost envy him his quiet sleep. The
| course of his thoughts was Yudely
broken by the approach Of a party Of
horsemen who rode up to where he
stood. Their leader, bold, handsome
young man Of distinguished appear
ance, in the brilliant dress of British
general officer, refined In his steed close
by him and addressed him.
Glow now, SIR! Weeping2 Tears do
not become a soldierv'
| "Ah, SIR said Seymour, saluting
and pointing down to Talbot's body at
] the same time, mot even when one
| mourns the death of friend?
'.Your friend, sir?" replied the gen
eral officer courteously, uncovering and
looking down at the bodies with inter
| est, his practiced eye Immediately tax
ing in the details of the little conflict.
HE did not go to his death alone"
he said meaningly. Fore Cad, sir,
here has been a pretty fight! Your
name and rank, sir?s
Lieutenant John Seymour of the
American Continental navy, volunteer
aid on his excellency General Wash
ington's staff"
"And what do you heref Are you a
prisoner
"No, sir; came with Major Lewis
TO visit General Mercer and to look for
my friend under cover of a flag Of
truce"
.Ha! How is General Mercer?"
'Frightfully wounded. He cannot live
very long now"
"He was gallant fellow, so I am
majesty in the '45."
"Yes,'' said Seymour simply. This
is where he fell"
The general looked curiously about
him.
ttAnd who was your dead frfendg' he
continued.
Captain Hilary Talbot of Virginia,
of General Washingtons staff"
"Whati Not Talbot of Fairview Hall
on the Potomac?' said one of the OFF,
GERS.
1.-THE same, SIR
"Gad, my lord, Madam Talbot's q
redhot Toryi She swears by the king.
I've been entertained at the house
not when the young man was there,
but while he was away-and a fine
place 1t is. Well, here's house di-
vided truly!
rs it indeed So Mr.. SEYMOUR
The young man nodded affirmatively.
"What we're you proposing to do
with the body?"
BURY it near here, sir, IN the GENE
terry on the hill by the college. We
have no means Of transporting it
hence
"Well, you shall do so, and we will
bury him like a soldier I remember
the family now In England very well.
Don't they call them the loyal Talbots
Yes, thought So He was rebel and
SO far false to his creed, but gentle
man nevertheless, and brave one too.
Look at the fight he made here, gen
tlemen. He shall have an escort of the
kings own troops, and Lord Cornwall
lis himself and his staff for his chief
mourners; eh, Erskine?' said the gal
liant earl, turning to the officer who
rode near him.
How will that suit you, Mr.. Sey-
mour? You can tell that to his poor
old mother, too, wheR you see her once
again. Some of you bring up com
pany Of troops and get gun carriage
there's an abandoned one of Nav.
hoods over there-and We'll take him
up properly. Have you horse, sir
All, that's we'll And bring prayer
book if you can find one. I doubt If
there be any in my staff. presume
the man was churchman, and he
shall have prayers too. We have no
coffin for him either. But, stay; here's
my own cloak, proper shroud for a
soldier. Surely that will do nicely
And now let us go on, gentlemen
In short time the martial cortege
reached the little Presbyterian Gene
terry. The young man, wrapped in the
generals cloak, was soon laid away in
Lie SudiiOW grave WHICH #udu ndSlIly
been made ready for him. Seymour,
attended by the two other American
officers, Armstrong and Lewis, after
cutting off a lock Of Talbot's dark hair
for his mother read the burial service
out of the young soldiers own little
prayer book, which he had found in
the pocket of his coat, AS the earth
was put upon him CORVALLIS and his
officers stood about reverently uncov-
cred while the sailor read with falter.
ing lips the old familiar words which
for twenty centuries have whispered
of comfort to the heartbroken children
of men and ilIumined the dark future
by an eternal hope-nay, rather, fixed
assurance-of life everlasting
There was one tender hearted woman
there too, one of the sweet faced
daughters of the kindly Quaker, Miss
Clark. She had taken time to Irvine a
hasty wreath from the fragrant ever
verdant pine; when. the little mound