Year: 1870

was with its God and his companions
stood beside his lifeless body, while the
terrible stiffness of death reigned around.


But that stiffness was broken There
was low murmur without. 1t ran thro'
the crowd like wildfre 1t grew louder
Suddenly voice rose wildly through the
air


.Where is he ?" shrieked an old man
whose locks were white with the frost of
seventy winters. Where is he?" he
shrieked, and then he dashed through the
crowd into the room and stood beside the
dead.


"Oh, my son my son speak speak!


The CORY corpse at his feet answered
him not and the old man sank down and |
twined his withered arms around the
neck of his son, he lifted that cold and
CORY head from the floor Then for the
first time the terrible truth flashed across
his mind. A change came over him.
Strange thoughts rushed through his
brain, his wasted frame trembled and his
eyes glared with the wild light of insan-
ity. His head dropped slowly down on
his sunken breast and he murmured
wildly, Oh, my God can it be? dead
dead dead and unavenged!" At that
moment the old court house clock tolled
tho bour &c a1ayo, IT, bloalx, ,,a,l~
was finished The first Martyr of the
Revolution lay stretched on the floor in
the stiffness of death, while his comrades
gazed in silence on his CORY brow, and


the arms of a maniac were twined around
| his neck


| Two days after there was strange


sight in that little village, such as new


er will be seen there again On that day


the great wilderness around, from its


mysterious depths, poured out its living


treasures until the village was thronged


and the plain grew dark with their many


forms. Banners inscribed with the mot


toes of Liberty, cleaned along the air,


and band of armed men trod slowly


back and forth in front of the court
house.


At length the crowd gave way and


slow procession moved along the street,


entered the grave yard, and placed


rude coffin down beside new made


grave. And there ON the brow of the


hill, before the old court house whose
1 floor and walls were still stained with his


hearts blood, there where the sections


spade had broken in through the frozen


turf of winter, they laid the pallid form


of the first Martyr, amid the rattle of
musketry and the thunder shouts of the
: peoples applause! Old men with their
!, white locks streaming in the wind, came
from afar and were there to hear the
story of his martyrdom. Mothers held
: up their babes to see the spot where they


laid him and taught them to lisp his
name. The bashful lover told the story
to the blushing maiden at his side, to be
remembered and repeated to future gen.
/ erations-to be cherished in the hearts of
all who love the sacred name of liberty.
And as that slow procession paused
: before the grave, ere the coffin with its
sacred treasure was lowered into its mar
row bed, a strong man Of martial bear
; ing advanced through the crowd that
J gave way before him. He was Of noble
: stature and there was more than king
) ly majesty about him, look Of superb
ority that filled the beholders with awe.
He appeared not to notice what was pass
, ing around him, for his head was bowed
. on his bosom, and he strobe slowly
through the crowd till he stood beside
the uncovered coffin. His stern brow
: was knit, and his dark eye wandered not


as he stood and gazed in silence on the
! pale brow of the dreamless sleeper, yet a


still darker shade passed over his brow
! as he stood there, his eye flashed with
the fire that burned in his bosom, and
.


/: his looks grew dark and terrible as the


gathered storm. He knelt down beside
: the coffin, and, laying his hand on the
damp locks of the sleeper, he swore ter
r rible vengeance on the murderers of the


poor youth; and when he aros, the air
4 rang with the cry of Allen and Liberty
e forever; for that man was no less than
1 the truly great and unconquerable Ethan


Allen! The man who loved his country
more than the gold of monarchs, and
more than all the high-sounding titles
which kings delighted to hold up before
! his view. The man in whose presence
e the proudest monarch of earth stood
o abashed.


J, Seventy years have rolled away into
e eternity since that eventful day. Seven
!, ty years Of sunshine and storm, of blight
< and change, have been recorded in the
n great record of the past. What changes
/ have come over the land Of the first


Martyr since then! For seven long years
J. the blight of war hung over that fair
!. land Her hills echoed to the lonely
wall of battle, to the roar of cannon and