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Attala register. (Kosciusko, Miss.) 1843-1844, August 19, 1843, Image 1

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I weekly at $2 per annum in
I0" 7t2 50 at the end oi tne year.
St ents published at 75 cent pr
for the first insertion and 374 cents
ii are i .:..,..
each con"ua
uund in the woodt of Alabama.
'tne ofthv God, in nature drest,
til . . .i'':nnniniA nnd rest.
Siv did'st thou in the sunless glade
"'J . i-. n-lilfli euro wprp monp
Those loveiy " , , "
To woo the light?
. .l (nn felt the cold wood's scorn.
Hist III J v
Se with'ring blight of rayless moon
That thus within the woodland gloom
In ivy shade you'er wont to bloom
' Sn tr from sisrhll
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And wilt thou fade in lonly bower,
Pale, gentle, meloncholy flow'r!
And die wnen lenves m vemai uaim
Shall kiss the cold and dewy earth
,L In autumn day?
Prffilt thou wither on my heart,
...j tiioro sweet svmnathv impart.
And give beneath the dewsol grief.
Teose lovely noura bo ungm mm unci,
To slow decay 1
Ah! no, 1 will not thus intrude,
To mar thy gentle solitude,
For thou art pure and undefiPd,
Lonely and beautiful and wild,
A forest queen!
DAni nn in thv secluded dell.
fswopi flnw'r! that lovest alono to dwell!
f And there within thy silent glade,
In God's own pu,ity array'd,
I Perish unseen.
A tale of tho Battle of Erandywine.
rk, in Delaware, stood at the time ot
t . . . . i
our story, a neat iarm cottage, wiui
najecue am growing before us aoor.
run A vrrA-
) bllU UIOIUUVL J v l tills iiuiu uuu JJA
inds, could be seen tlie snires of the
I i.i i i r . I
iwn ana me silvery glimpse oi me river
far. anchorod full tlirpA Ipnmips offl
fte cottage stood a little back from the
st of the frequently travelled road and
ftlik . ii. 11 1
miujjieen swara ueiween. u naa
L i i
imvmng appearence ot cometort,and
ver failed to attract the eve of the
issinf? traveller.
The sun was near setting one plesant
icrnoon in September, 1777, when a
lUUff m;in. hnlf in uniform. Imlf in iti-
, ....v,...., ...... ... .....
in s dress, came out of the cottage door,
IllOWec hv fl vnnnrr nml interest inrr
n, who was clinging to his arm, and
menteiy in earnest entreaty with.
was tall and handsome though sun
fowned. and K
ung farmer. She was a rustic too,
ner dress, but her face was very fair
dutiful, and her rmnners refined above
e condition to which she seem to be
ng Tears were in hcrlarg blue eyes,
a one of her hands clasped his, while
other lay upon his shoulder.
Why will you go, dear George, into
18 dreadful contest? To-morrow you
n.V be brought home to me si mangled
ye! Oh! fearful, fearful! Say vou
'i not go and fight against vour own
"W This is worse than 'all.
urn a loyal King's man, Annette,&
' pt it must be on his side. The
Ple are rebels, and will yet be put
iff uS? beads vviH soon Ay from the
joid like wheat heads beneath the
inevcr! The cause 5s a riSht one
tr it ' une Geor8e an heaven pros
am , u,nswered with enthusiasm,
grieved that one I so dearly love
is nl , "?-v troth was pledged before
parrel broke out and tSry rebel
unknown should now be going
, J armed, to join the foes of my fath-
etheren 5?Unt7' aSainst his own
iou!d ?, ed-.Vour neighbors-and this
least?' yUr 8ymPathise w'th us,
h resdS- 8p,eak dear Annette. I
'drawl nihe aPproaching battle
aCdyHrrd for m-v kin Corn'
"dues 1 are now with'n a few
Morce h,nSn--Washington and
f Passat Jr8 Ltakn ground t0 PPose
K if th, Dtand.v wine-aS i to
(7 battle will take place, and
Philadelphia be in our hands
The maiden was silent for an instant
with her face hidat length she spoke,
and said grievely.
Dear George, I feel as if I was called
upon to sacrifice my love for you to my
country's honor? How can I love my
bleeding country, and at the same time
love him whose sword i3 ready to pierce
its bosom; Turn for my sake, George,
and be an American in heart, as you
are by birth, and you shall be in honor.'
You need not urge me Annette,' said
the young man, impatiently; I will never
draw my sword in favor of a rebel cause.'
Bo it so, and I pledge myself never
to give my love to a traitor,' answered
the maiden with spirit. 4Thus perish
the troth that had been plighted to one
who has proved false to himself and his
country ?' And thus speaking, the spiri
ted gin took from her finger her betroth
al ring, and cast it at his feet.
The young tory lover looked upon
her with surprise and anger, which as
he saw her re-entering the dwelling
with a resolute step, without ever cast
ing a glance upon him, instantly chang
ed into one of entreaty.
'Stay Annette, do not leave me thus.
You talk not surely in earnest: Come
back and let me argue with thee. If you
can thus idly brake your troth, I love
you too well to do so myself.'
You love me George Lee!' she re
peated with scorn: 'you love me!' when
you are now ready to go forth and draw
your weapons and aim your rifle
at the hearts of my father and brother,
who are in the ranks of Washington
ready to do and die for their country!
Out upon such love? I will have none
of it! Go traitor to love and to honor!
fight for thy tyrant King George, and
be his slave as he is thy master.'
With these spirited words, the young
girl entered the house and closed the in
ner door, thus shutting out all further
speech with her unworthy and recreant
lover. The voung volunteer of torv ism
siooa ior u moment looning oon morti
fied and anirrv. haDenins to seethe rinf?
at his feet, in the sudden and bitter feel
ing of the moment he ground it into the
eaath with his iron heel.
'Yas, let it and her perish if she will.
I am a fool to love a rebel's daughter,
and a rebel's sister.'
Thus speaking, he strode moodily to the
elm before the door, where his capris
oned horse was standing, and valted in
to the saddle spured at full speed away
in the direction of the British army.
The following day the country for
miles around the cottage was echoing
with 'artilery and the roar of mnsketry.
Twe conflicting armies were engaged in
deadly cotest, close at hand' and in the
secene of death and horror, Annette had
a father, a brother, and shall we say
it? a lover; for ihough her patriotic
feelings made her cast him ofF, her af
fection still retained his image in her
heart. On all sides columns were charg
ing, engaging retreating, and still came
in the direction of the road that led
past the cottage.
Annette was part of the time fearful
ly watching the clouds of smoke that
marked the prograss of the combats, and
part of the time on her knees in prayer
for those she loved and was George
iee excluded from that petition! Let
each maiden s own heart answer.
Near and nearer came the sound of
artilery and the roar of battle? She
stood with her aged mother and gather
ed neighbors, upon the green beneath the
elm, in painful expectation. The smoke
of the battle field rolled onward, and now
they could hear the shouts of the sol
diers in the fight. Their position com
manded a view of a mile along the road,
and soon thy beheld scattering troops
flying accross it, and its extremity nnd
disappearing in the woods. Then came
a squadron of horses broken and retreat
ing, and then artillery drawn in full gal
lop, came ito the road. The American
flag flew from the staffs in the gun car
rages and Annette knew that her country-men
were defeated. Louder and
more fearfnl now grew the uproar of
the battle beyond the wood, and reg
ment after regment,broken and terrified;
filled the road and were retreating along
it towards Chester, and passed the
cottage. Annette's anxiety for her country-man,
and for her father and brother,
would not let he quit her post and the
tide of battle came rolling past her a
terrfic spectacle? The dragoons gallop
ed by, each horseman riding by himself,
with his reins thrown upon his saddle
bow, then came the artilery thundoring
along, followed by a multitude of sol
die is without order, flying at the top o
'Oh! shame, shame!' she cried with
hot tears in her eyes. Oh? that I was
a man, and in the saddle; methinks my
single arm would retrive the day?
f tri itr . .
wnere is wasmngtonHe certainly
cannot fly.
As she spoke she heard on her right,
down the road, a loud commanding
voice, colling on the retreating men
rally ? She turned and beheld Washing
ton himself, who, hearing of the giving
way oi me ngnt wing had come up at
the head of regiment to sustain it. His
voice and presence now instilled life in
to the flying soldiery, and they soon rai
ned in me road, and presented a front
to the columns of British that were nursu
ing--General Howe seeing this demon
stration of resistance and knowing
wasniugton to be there in person, with
drew from pursuit, satisfied waith hav
ing routed the wing. The American
troops then slowly retreated in good
order towards a strong position on
the heights not far ofT.
Annette was delighted to see that a
mong those who fled were neither her
father nor her brother; but she was
pained to discover among the pursuers
ner own talse lover, who, seeing her at
a distance, reined up his horse and turn
ed aside, hoping to escape her notice.
When she saw this she resolved she
would not onlv banish him from her
heart, but from her thoughts. Buc the
resolutions of a maiden in love, are on
ly made to be spoken, especielly whan
the lover is the obiect with them.
It was about 8 o'clock in the evening
of the battle, when Annette was seated
in her doorlistning to everv footstep ex
pecung ner latnerana brother, it was
a pleasent night, but the time was a sad
one. She fancied the winds wafted to
her the moans of the dying and wound
ed, from the woods and fields around
where the fight had been her heart
was full of forebodings of evil to those
so dear to her. All at once she heard
the approach of horses' feet, and started
up with solicitude for she knew neither
her father nor her brother were mount
ed she waited nervously the advance
of the horseman along the road. He
came at a slow pace and as he drew
nearer she discovered by the light of the
moon that he was an officer, and that
his horse was wounded. Instead ot pas
sing the house toward the town he turn
ed up to the door and rode toward her.
She wai too familer with scenes of dan
ger and the incidents of those warlike
times to feel alarmed; and waited quiet
ly his approach to the door stone.
Good evening madem,' he said with
a foreign accent; I pray thee give me
your hospitality a brief space I and
my horse are both wounded and he will
carry me no father, I fear.'
There was something in the gentle
tones of the voice of the stranger, as
well as in his noble figure and engaging
address, that immediately interested An
nette in him; and without asking him
whether he was a friend or foeman, she
invited him to alight and enter the dwel
ling. With some difficulty he got the
ground, for his leg was stiff with his
wound. She assisted him and received
his greateful thanks. He then examined
first his horses' wound, and with her aid
dressed it, and had him put into the
shed and protected from the night air,
with plenty of hay. When this was
done, he went with her into the house,
and submitted his foot and ankle, which
had been shattered by a cannon shot, to
the skill of the mother and daughter.
Annette then provided him with refresh
ments, and tried to make him as com
fortable as possible, without knowing
whether he was one of her country's in
vaders or defenders, but his foreign ac
cent led her to suppose the former. But
Annette was a Christian, and remem
bered and obeyed the injunction of our
"If thine enemy hunger, feed him, if he thirst,
gave him drink."
The ensuing morning the grateful
stranger was about to leave. His horse
was at the door, much improved as well
as his master.
'My swet maid, said the officer, you
must take gold, for I can repay you in
no other way.
'Cease to fight against my country, is
all I ask sir,1 she said warmly.
The officer smiled and said, 'Have
you then regarded me as a foe, and still
done all this for me?1
'1 have done my duty sir.1
'You are a noble girl, and I am happy
to let vou know you have not thrown
your hospitality away upon one unde-
serving of it, I am an officer under Wash
The stranger then remounted his horse t
and was about taking leave of her, and
Annette had it on her tongue to ask him ,
who he was when two men made their
appearence before the house with guns
and knapsacks.
Father and brother?' cried she, joy
fully receiving their embrace, as they
hasted towards her. 4What officer is
this? He is under Washington.'
The young man glanced at his face
which had been turned from them, and
answered with pride and pleasure. Do
you not know him? It is the young
French General Lafayette.
They then went towards him, and
paid respects informing him that there
had been fears he had been slain.
'No, no,' he said, 'my brave men,
I heedlessly wandered from my staff af
ter night, and coming to this house, was
hospitably entertained by the maiden,
who mistook me for an English officer,
yet did nothing lack in her charities.
You are honered monsieur, in having
) generous a child.
Thus speaking the voung french sol
dier made his adieues, and rode away.
After congratulating each other u'pon
their safety the brother told her that
they only came to see her for a few
hours, and were to return to the army
the same night. They told her also that ?
the column which pursued their right
wing along the road past the cottage.
had afterwards been met bv General
Knyphausen and had been commpelled
to give up much of the advantage ground
it had gained with the loss of a great
many men slain and taken prisoners.
Annette recollected that George was in
that division, and she would have asked
intelligence of him, but her pride kept
her silent. At length her brother and
father went into the house, and as she
was following them, a young man who
had been a rival of Georga Lee's rode
up to the door, alighted, and calling in
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a nign tone ot voice to her brother
Ho! Ruben, did you hear the news?
George Lee was taken last night skul
king in the camp, and is to be hung this
afternoon as a spy?
Annette heard and came near falling
to the ground. She, however recovered
herself and with a bursting heart hasted,
without making any outcry; to her own
chamber. She still loved her tory lover,
and knew that he was likely to die, all
her heart bled for him, and all her love
returned in its strength.
'He shall not die?' she said resolutely !'
will save him.
That afternoon George Lee was
brought for execution in the rebel camp.
Lafyctte was in his tent, when Anuette'
braking through the guards, threw her
self at his feet and implored his inter
cession for her lover's life. He recog
nized his hostess, and hasted with her
to Washington. What he said to his chie f
we know not; but we do know George
Lee was pardoned, and the next day
was attached to Lafavette's bod v guard.
In the subsequent battles of trie Revo-
utionary struggle, he distinguished him
self by his valor and devotion to the A
merican cause, and at the close of the
war married Annette, whose patriotism ,
was rewarded by the fulfilment of those
hopes of love which she had so nobly
sacrificed in behalf of it.
Seven thunder storms in a day. An ,
extra from the office of the Western
(New York) State Lournal, at Syracuse
states that mat vicinity was visited, on
the 23th ult, by seven thunder-storms.
At Amboy, near Syracuse, two lads took
shelter under a tree which was struck
by lightning, and one of them was in
stantly killed. The dwelling of Gen. J.
B. Lawrence, at Syracuse was struck,
and somewhat iniured. At Salina, a
bouse, store and salt block were sever-
v stuck: a colored woman had the cloths
stripped from her side, and was severely
scorched by the lightning; and another
woman was rendered insensible for half
an hour. A building was struck in Lafa
yette, in the same country, two houses
at Weedsport, and a house at Cato Four
Corners, in Cayuga county- Bain Sun
In Limbo, atlast. Dr. Appletion the
scoundrel who has swindled . so exten
sively in various places and married a
new wile in nearly all the towns where
he has sojourned has been arrested and
sent to jail at Harnsburg, Va.

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