The Texas Democrat (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 44, Ed. 1, Wednesday, November 4, 1846 Page: 1 of 4
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H THE TERRIFFIC FIELD OF ISLY.
? ' The following animated description of
"4he'battle of Isly, fought in Algeria in Au-
gust, 1S44, between the French," under
- Marshall Bugeaild, and the Moors, under
' " Ab-del Bokhari and Ab-del leader, -will
-probablyj-e Tead. with interest in these bel-
' io-erenftlmes, being a brilliant sketch of a
":. -contesu which will ..remind the reader of
"" -the Mamelukes and the 'Pyramids. It was
Trm the cnlr-nf this terrific day that Bu-
a rana;rraA hie ritlp nf the Duke D'lsly: occasioned strange iousts
When the French arrived in the heigh- battle swayed to and fro with countless
Whood thev found, as the Marshall had shocks, friends were overthrown and dash-
'anticipated, thattheywereexpecieu. upu , uuwu-uy menu, cut t.,G .. .....
to a .is ,- A flrrfl a little river, lay Hie , or me foe had failed to move tnem.
t. -. t 'Plio Pronph
shroud aside from time to time, revealing
I the shifting position of the field, . and the
many startling figures and and groups wno
were playing terrible parts or suffering
them. A stifling smell of gunpower was
diffused far and near ; and that all the
senses might be assailed with'the like un:
pleasantness,, cannon shot dashed 'upwards
great heaps.of dirt and mire into the gasp-
ing.mouths of men and horses .as they
panted for breath:
In that rocking and tumultuous medley
the officers were as unsure of their footing
as on-ship-board : for the close'quadrangle
As the tide ot
Spahis. The slaughter which theyeffect-
ed was terrible : but the slaughter not so
great-as the oirerthrow,
tone, which thrilled the preacher to the
heart, " will that faith give me back my
honor? Come with me old man come
The Hunters of Africa, or " Chasseurs with me, far over the waters. Hah ! we
' A frinno " IrillniTrort fliio Tnlinnt ommnlo n iU I mu:; .: "vr
uic mme: x 111s is my uuuvu town, xun-
! der is the church in which I knelt in
childhood yonder the green on which 1
- r nho Mnslpms. The reucn
- troops were quickly marshaled, andxross-
ed the. stream, in an order previously ar-
ranged. De- Lamoriciere found himself
jesting upon the stream, which in that spot
made a bend, and was" looped around his
'-division. All was- ready and now the
- nnaHranafo stonrl still, with grim and SiniS-
. c0ro'mw Thorlfnms rolled a martial
-peai,and the trumpets blew their various
-calls. The only other sound was the
twiner nf thfifp.p.f. of the war horses, and
' -their glad neigh, as they said, "Ha ! ha .
among thetfumpets. The steeds stood
, . linside the quadrangle -, the Spahis and the
- "Hunters" of Africa sat upon them like
sculptured figures with their draw-n sa-
- bres blazing in the ardent light.
."". The .guns, .ready, and pointed towards
.the neighboring hill, "were drawn up- be-
fore the horses 3 the artillerymen were at
--their places,-alert-and attentive.
All around glowed the blazing wall of
siembattled bayonets, in tripple .rows, but
reserved into innumerable hollow squares,.
'"through the intervals of. which the barba-
", - rian cavelry seemed invited to enter, and
- their owji at liberty to sally. On, the side
v facing the hill where the Maroquine host
J'was arrayed, an "ominous gap was made in
' '- the bristling order, and through here the
(" 'destined storm of .artillery was to roll.
'Such was the French, battle..
On the-opposite slope the vast cavalry
1 '-force, which.had filled Marshal Bugeaud's
mind with so much anxietyycould now be
'?' seen, by evety soldier in his little army,
mnd looked even greater than reality upon
-that shelving bill, not undecked with a few
;pretorian pavilions, jl nese seemeu iu uis-
" iend and multiply the equestrian Tanks of
work of carnage Jasted. as we say, for. se
veral hours. The balls were flying thick
as hail ; but chiefly fram French to Moors.
In the menntime the Spahis und Hunters
of Africa had great difficulty to hold in
tueir nigniy mettled steeds ; lor tney naa
not as yet made a single charge worthy of
commemoration. There thev had stood
ever since the beginning of this most obsti- once more upon them
. Notwithstanding the great disproportion
..i 111 numbers between the twp armies, the
" ' memory of former engagements, the very
- fact that the French came of their own ac-
cord to this battle and, above all, the- diffi-
" -. cult and menacing array into which mili-
tary science Jiad thrown the European
troops, held the'inemy for some minutes in
--silent awe. Those several considerations
-occupied, and arrested their purpose; and
they gazed with a'sortof stupefaction upon
- Jthe resolute countenance of their accus-
- "tomed conquerers.
, Upon this theMarshal, who had not come
merely to look and be looked at, made a
'sio-nal to the gunners, and immediately a
will directed discharge filled the hills with
confusion, and .drew down that formidable
horse to the attack. On they came with
"lond shouts, but with less than usual of
their superogatory and fanciful evolu-
tions. They seemed indeed bent on busi-
'ness. The second regiment of the line,
'.and all the men under Colonel Tempourre
g- and Eyna'rd, bore the blunt of this heavy
onslaught with great steadiness. The sol--"
Hiers reserved their shots till the goums of
v'the enemy were within pistol range, and
.then they fired in well directed volleys.
-But it was not as hitherto. The .Moslems
-seemed to have thrown away or staked
their lives before they came on to the
charge, so little did they value them. One
'victorv they were determined, at least, to
gain. " Their rush was reckless and terri-
ble. Those who fell in the front rank
,scared not atall those whoTodein the se-
cond.' Forestalling the next volley, they
-dash forwards, and impaled their horses
alive' upon the bayonets: Some were
known to leap at the triple-barrier, and at-
& Jtempt to clear it ; and one Moor, indeed,
went flying through a momentary aperture
Y? in the ranks, and alighted, steed and all, in
- -cfhe very centre of a hollow square. The
tfext instant he was .killed by a random
4 ball frem an Arabian pistol. By violence
or by wile, sooner or later, they were
'b'ent upon breaking or escalading, upon
rtrrc7tig"bt turning that living wall.
A tremeudious noise of carnage had now
arisen the clash of steel the rumble of
"carriages the ceaseless and wide spread
jxamp of charging horses the whiz of fly--inH)alls
the groans of the dying the
curse of- the wounded the yells of the
hale and safe survivors the loud, hoarse
nate and immemorable battle, awaiting the
word of command. , Fear and hope, and
anxiety had possessed their hearts, much
more than if they had been actually en-
gaged ; and they could hardly be prevent
ed from bursting forth, and relieving then-
worn down and jaded comrades in .the
Certainly, the Jtfoors were now begin-
ning to prevail bv numbers and obstinacy
over all the steadiness of disciplined valor.
Most of the men in the fronf rows of the
hollow squares were wounded. They
were all wearied and worn out. The bay-
on'et wes fallingfrom their hands with very
faintness and fatigue. They looked .more
like the spectres of the damued, than like
civilized warriors ; for, as the heat of the
day had drawn a profuse and streaming
perspiration from their brows, the dense
dust which had been thrown up adhered
In a clotted mass to their countenances, and
cohspiT.ed with the gunpowder to make
fhemlook blacker .than the natives of Ethi-
opia. Thisill-omened complexion, streak-
ed as it was with Tjlood and hanging its
veil over faces haggard with weariness,!
anxiety and pain, struck the beholder with
wonder and awe, and possessed a sublimi-
ty in the very greatness of its horror.
Still the men held out. The division
most hardlv riressed was that under the
d'Afrique ," followed this valiant example
and' presently the laboring and nearly vex-
hausted division was relieved from the
stress of battle.
Then the sharp-shooters could find an
interval to ply their skillful and galling
fire, useless in the storm and tide of con-
flict, but most murderous during its decUhe
and ebb. Still the two sallant regiments!
'of cavalry, which had effected this season
able interposition, slackened not their ef-
forts, but pressed "the advantage which
sported when a boy. But another flag
waves yonder in place of the flag that wav
ed when I was a child. And listen, old
man, were I to pass along this streer,as I
passed when but a child, thevery babes in
their cradles would raise their tiny hands
and curse me. The graves in yonder
grave-yard would shrink from my footsteps.
and yonder flag would rain a baptism ofU?roM
diooq upon my nead ' x
mat was an awtul deatn-oed. trie
they had .gained, and even pressed it into
a victory i for,.fresh and strong amid the
weariness of all the other forces, they werc. minister had watched the "last night"
raasters'of the encumbered field. -They j a'huu'dred convicts in their cellsand
lorded it sternly amid the wrecKs 01 me
battle. Already the Moors had been swept
backwards, and were clustering .up the
hill, from which they had originally de-
scended. No sooner were they collected
in sufficient numbers on that convex and
exposed theatre, than .the cannons opened
nold encamped tor two or three days beside
the River of the Dead, near a snow-white
mountain, which arose, in lovely grandeur,
overall other mountains, into the autumnal
sky. A single soldier ascended this moun-
tain, with the hope of beholding from its sum-
mit the rocks and spires of Quebec. When
he came down, Arnold took from his breast,
where for days, in privation and in danger he
had carried it, a blue banner, gleaming with
thirteen stars. He raised it into light, and for
the first lime the Continental banner floated
over the solitudes of the Dead River. This is
a fact, attested by history and corroborated by
Completely discomfited, they now swarm
ed over its brow and fled ; the" French host
sent up one glad shout; and" thus ended
the battle of Isly a very hard fought and
stubborn field. In the pursuit more of the
barbarians fell tlian in the engagement;
forlhe French cavalry was much fresher
"than the fugitive squadrons.
Ab-del-Kader escaped in the general
route. Had be had the supreme command
of so formidable an army, there is no say-
ing how the conflict might have eventuat-
ed. The four thousand men whom he led,
though less wild in their violence and less
fell, had done perhaps more execution than
the Ab-del-Bokhari and the other black
regiments. .Ab-del-Kader now led his
men swiftiy off from this disastrous field,
in which his peculiar loss was very trifling ;
and, indeed, in which his political gains
wero perhaps exceedingly important. The j without a fear !
never beheld a scene so terrible as this,
Suddenly the dying man arose. He tot-
tered along the floor. With those white
fingers, whose nails are blue with the death
chill, he threw open the valise. He drew
from thence a faded coat of blue, faced with
silver, an old parchment, a piece of damp
cloth, that looked like the wreck of a battle-flag.
" Look ye. priest, this faded coat is spot-
ted with my blood.!" he cried, as' old me-
mories seemed stirring at his heart. " This
coat I wore, when I first heard the news
of Lexington tin's coat I wore when I
planted the banner of the stars on Ticon-
deroga ! That bullet hole was pierced in
thefight of Q.uebec ; and now I am a
let me whisper it in your ear !"
He hissed that single, burning word into
the minister's ear.
Now help me, priest' he said in a voice
grown suddenly tremulous ; '"help me to
put on this coat of blue and silver. For
Vou see" and a ghastly "smile came over
his face " there is no one here to wipe the
cold drops from my brow; no wife no
child 1 must meet death alone ; but I will
meet him, as I have met him in battle,
wi,., .u r... u: l u,ii tail V
iicij luc iuiuic uiaiuiiau ouan ion
ine imure nistorran suau icn m
Lhat the Young Hepublic t?
vay from our Capitol, and h
slaughter and discomniure or so many
brave troops belonging to Ab-del-Rahman
cleared away some of the -obstructions
which lie between the wily Emir and the
throne of Morocco.
From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier.
THE RIGHT ARM.
Fifty years ago, a terrible storm shook
the city of London. At the dead of night,
when the storm wasaUts highest, an aged
command 43f De-inrrwricjefe-filong "liei minister, living near one oj the dirkestl
banks of the rinr. The ferocious assail
ants strove hard to drive that division into
the water. Aii daylong the men had sus-
tained a heroic struggle against over whel ra-
ingodds; but now it seemed impossible to
resist any longer. The soldiers were fair-
ly worn down by the murderous heat of
the day. as well as by the superhuman ef-
forts which they had been called upon to
make beneath its influence ; for no sooner
had they mowed down onegoum than an-
other had seemed to spring out of tlfe
ground ; no sooner had they cleared away
one swarm of the assailants than another
had enveloped them in its desolating cloud.
It was impessible to hold out for another
quarter of an hour. The 'soldiers were
sinking upon the earth by twos and threes,
m swoons of downright exhaustion. De
Lamoriciere seemed a lost man : and the
fairest light in the military firmament of
France was about to go down forever.
Round and round about him was closing
the dark tide of a failing battle ;' when
suddenly theYiceroy. porceived his strait,
aud felt that then ornever-was the time to
send forth the French cavalry, reserved
fresh and vigorous for thatfinal emergency.
A blast of the trumpet, and tremble of
the ground beneath his fecr, announced to
De Lamoriciere that the Spahis .and Hun-
ters of Africa were coming. Yes, they
were coming !
They came. Where the sable horsemen
were the thickest, through a vast sea of
heaving cavalry, all bent upon overwhelm-
ing De Lamoriciere's littie band in the
loop of the marsh, now thundered the
Spahis." They had come round through,
the gape of the quadrangle, and bearing
down a few intervening goums by main
force, they fell furiously upon the flank of
the great body of cavalry which was press-
ing De Lamonciere's division. Jussouf
led on his gallant men. Their horses
were perfectly unblown, their riders .were
fresh ; they were all in the nicest order;
they rode down -a slight declivity ; they
had a short gallop before reaching the foe ;
they were in an absolute fever of fury, so
long and galling had been their delay of
vengeance; they were stimulated by the
sight of their comrades ; thus, I say, with
moral and physical momentum combined
in the-higiiest degree, their charge was like
the fall of a eataract. or ihe crash of a vast
rock, or the ponderous down coming of a
huge and mighty rum. Nothing" could
withstand so tremeudious a momentum, i
Jussouf is perhaps the best-cavalry ofii
cer in the world. He is an Arab to the
manor born, and to the manor bred, with
-word of command, given in a strange tone,
among the enemy, and pronounced at one
moment in French, uttered in Arabic at
the next, among the Europeans the neigh
of innumerable war horses the occasion- noble and warlike person, and a fine natur-
al blastof theirumpet and the perpetual) al genius for his profession. But never
roll of the drum with now and then a! had Jussouf evinced such brilliancy, never
deep re-echoing sound of firing cannon
'all. formed a-terrible concert, which lasted
suburbs of the city, was aroused by an ear-
nest cry for help. Loob'ng from his win
dow, he beheld a rude man, clad in the
coarse attire of a sweeper 01 tne puonc
streets. In a few moments, while the rain
came down in torrents, and the storm
growled above, that preacher, leaning on
the arm of the scavenger, threaded his way
to the dark suburb, listening meanwhile to
the story of the dying man.
That very day, a strange old man had
fallen speechless, in front of the scaven-
ger's rude home. The good hearted street
sweeper had taken him in laid him on
his bed he had not dice spoken and he
This was the story Df that rough man.
And now through dart alleys, among
miserable tenements, that seemed about to
topple down upon their "heads, into the
loneliest and dreariest suburb of the city,
they passe'd that white-haired minister and
his guide. At last into a narrow court, and
up dark stairs, that cracked beneath their
tread, aud then into the death room.
It. was" in truth a miserable" place.
A glimmering light stood on a broken
chair. There were the rough walls, there
the solitary garret window, with the rain
beating in, through the rags and straw,
which stuffed the broken panes, and there
amid a heap of cold ashes, the small valise,
which it seems the stranger had with him.
In one corner, on the course straw of the
ragged bed, lay the dying man. He was
but half dressed: his legs were concealed
in long military boots.
The aged preacher drew near, and look-
ed upoirhim. And as he looked, throb-
throb you might hear the death-watch
ticking "in the shattered wall.
It was the form of a strong man, grown
old with" care more than age.
There was a face that you might look
upon but once, and yet were in your memo-
Letus-bend over the bed, and look upon
that ftce. A bold forehead, seemed by one
deep wrinkle between the. brows long
lodes of dark hair, sprinkled with grey
lips-firmly set, yet quivering as though
And while he stood arraying his limbs
in that worm eaten coat of blue and silver,
the good preacher spoke to him of faith in
Jesus. Yes, of that great faith which pier-
ces the clouds of human "guilt, and rolls
them back from the face of God.
"Faith!" echoed the strange man, who
stood there, erect, with the death-chill on
his brow, the death-light in his eye.
" Faith 1 Can it give me back my honor ?
Look ye. priest, there over the waves, sits
George Washington, telling, to -his com
rades, the pleasant story of the eight years'
war there in his royal halls sets George
of England, bewailing in. his idiot voice
the loss of his Colonies. And here am I
I who was the first to raise the flag of
freedom, the first to strike a blow against
the King here am I, dying, ah dying like
a dog!" -
The awe-stricken preacher started back
from the look of the dying man, while
world, and even despotism itselt, may
roll its wheels of conquest up their fron
tier borders, and enlarge the empire of
tyranny and superstition at its will; lor
they have done their work. They have
extended the bright circle of their free-
dom and power till they can extend it no
longer. No bold woodsman may pass
Uhrob throb throb- beat tho death-watch 1 iheir limits, and plunge off into the. wilds,
for his go-
shield hurled back in her face, they &i
not believe it. That ihe ReDresentathxl!
of America debated, hesitated, laugh(
xcAds iu scorn, win, to the next genej
uon, seem a malignant invention of
historian. But'it, was so, and the laSt i(
source of republicanism was resbrted il
1 ne J exian banner was flung to" lb
breeze and the People of this courrtrT
were asked to settle the question.- An
over the hills of New England th'e faljy
ing cry rang where the young America1!
Eagle first unfurled his wms. and fair 65
the Valley of the Mississippi, and do"wij
to me loncia coast, and back came fire
glorions-shout of a grateful welcome, anit
Texas came into the Dmon.-
It was a proiVd day when her Seh'afbrs
took their seats.- Greatest, and mOst laid
ing of all the Texians", came that wtihaV
rous man, who had stood fry th'e sfde.ol
the louns Itepublic, leaning on his niie,
and rocked her infancy in those faf-ofi 1
wilds. 1 es, there he stood,-on the thresh-
old of the Senate Chamber, bringtftg in
his arms, not like the triumphant gene
rals of Rome, the fane gold or precious
stones of distant barbaric princes, Idshed-
to his victorious car, but a newaffd a" v&st
.empire. There stood the tall, erec't; strr-
pie form of the care-worn cbieftainhis
locks turned prematurely g'rey by life
hardships of a revolutionary frontier life
His wounds were upon him, for he had
bled freely in the service of two RefJurj-
lies. Let us inquire something of the
history of this man. fc
CHAPTER IT. THE BEGINNING OJt jjueii.
Gen. Sam Houston was horn the 2d
of March, 1793, in Rockbridge county,-
Virginia, seven miles east of Lexington,-
at a place known as. Tirab'er Hidge
Church. The day of his birtb, he viras,-
many 3 ears afterwards, to Celebrate a$
the anniversary or the birtb ot a-new i$s-
pubhc for it was on his natal jday- that
Texas declared herself, by trie grace of
God and her own brave riflemen,- iret
and independent. t
His ancestors,?dn his father's and mc-
ther's side, are traced back to the High-
lands ofScotland. They are there found
fighting for ";God and Liberty," by the"
side of JohnKnox During ,tboSejitfiji!
of trouble, they emigrated w'ilh thatrfef-
venture and lofty achievement "that the merous throng of brave men and womefl
who were driven awav irom tneir uign-
and homes, toieelra refuge in tbeNdrlri
Here they remained till tnfe
SAM HOUSTON AND HIS
iuthor of ".The Glory ai-cV Shame of
England," "The Condition and Fate of
England," "The Life and Voyages
of Americus -Vespucius," Translator
of the Medici Series of Italian Prose, .'
Chapter I.-THE HERO-PEOPLE.
There are" moments in our lives,
on which fortune loves to hang all our
future history ; and, when we meet the
crisis like men. she takes care of the fu-
ture for us. Once past the hour of trial,
there are no more hardships to undergo,
no more dangers to encounter. The
gates, which guard the way to glory, are
swung wide open to the advancing hero,
and he treads the path of light and tri-
umph, as the Roman conqu.erer marched
up to the temple of Jupiter through the
streets of the Eternal City.
So, too, there are days in. the lives of
nations, when fortune loves to suspend
the glory of a people upon a single hour
when the7 are called on to decide what
their future history shall be whether
their banners shall float over new em-
pires, extending their liberl', laws, and
civilization over oppressed and benighted
millions, crushing old structures of des-
potism, breaking the arm of the tyrant,
and melting away the rotten fabrics of
hoary superstitions, to emancipate whole
peoples or, whether the wheels of their
national greatness, like the sun of Joshua,
shall stand still in mid heaven, and the
solemn proclamation go forth, that they
have reached the farthest limits of their
civilization that the race of their daring
march is suddenly arrested-j-tbat there
shall oeHonevv "field fbr'"uhtrodden ad-,
in the shattered wall. to cut out for himself and hi:
"Hush! silence along the lines there! , home in God's own forests,
he muttered in that wild absent
though speaking to the dead ;
nlono- the lines ! Not a word, not
on peril of your lives. Hark you. Mont-
gomery, we will meet in the centre of the
town. We will meet there in victory ; in
victory, or die ! Hist ! Silence, ray men
not a whisper, as we move up the steep
rvinlro 1 1ST. nr, vmr hntrs linV Oil ! NOW
vernment will ever protect the squatter
adventurer, albeit tho James river settler,
and the uncompromising Puritan, were
And if so be one after another of these
forest Heroes 'has led the 'ay through
the green woods beyond the Sabine, and
rocks! Now on, my boys, now on ! iow J ,
up with the banner of the stars, up wiin me .... , , 1 J.
flag of freedom, though the night is dark wreatnmg up into me ciear oiue sKy 01
and the show falls! Now-now-shriek- NewEstramadura; and if so be this new
Prlfl,of,1nntI, rtrU-onm-n tnwfiritior t here. IUUCIM I UllldllS, OdVailClS, JJ-UgUCUUlS,
"uuiui,u..uui-ouii.i, 11m.., . -o ' .r-, .1 i- i r .1 - ii r u
in the blue uniform, with his clenched - oauioncs ana uiuuuys, an raieniai y
hands, waiving in the air " now, now! mingled, have built up the beautiful fab-
One blow more, and Quebec is ours!" ricof a new free commonwealth, for all
And look ! His eyes tow glassy. With the world to come to for a home, and done
that word on his lips, he stands there ah, ' it withal while they were protecting their
what a hideous picture of despair, erect, , wives- and little children from savages,
made remorseless by Puritan lire icatcr,
they tad a life, separate" from the life of the addressed to Benedict Aiixold !
man and then two large eves, vivid,
burning unnatural in their steady glare.
AH, there was something so terrible 111
that hce something so full of unutterable
loneL'ness, unspeakable despair that the
aged minister started back in horror.
13tt lookl TJiose strong armsareclutch-
ing nt the vacant air the -death-sweat
livid, ghastly ! There for a moment,
then he falls ! He is dead !
" Ah, look at that proud form, thrown cold
and still upon the- damp floor. In that
glassy eye, there lingers, even yet, a horri-
ble energy a sublimity of despair-.
Who is this strange man dying here
alone in this rude garret this man, . who,
in all his crimes, still treasured up the blue
unifornij and that faded flag.
Who is this being of horrible remorse ?
this man, whose memories seem to link
something of heaven, and -more of hell?
Let us look at that parchment, that flag.
The aged minister unrolls that faded
flag it is a. blue banner, gleaming with
He unrolls that parchment. It is a colo
nel's commission in the Continental Army,
And there, in that rude hut, while the
death-watch throbbed like a heart in the
shattered wall there unknown, unwept,
111 all the bitterness of dessolallon, lay the
corse of the Patriot and the Traitor.
O, lliat our own true Washington
been there", to sever that good right
from the corse, and while the dishonored
and from the enervated, but perfidious
Mexicans wiry, even after these Hunter-Legislators,
of States, have done all the hard work,
this old republic, whose wheels can roll
no further, will noteven accept what no
other nation ever had to offer, the free
gift of a mighty domain declared inde-
pendent, as New York and Virginia were
seventy -3'ears ago, although the offering
be made without money and without
Yes, these trial clays come to nations
as they come to man. One. of those Rubicon-hours
came on the cold bleak Rock
of Plymouth, where a little band of liber
ty loving men landed, -under the cover ofi
a keen northern blast, to begin the great
business for which Anglo-baxons crosseu '
siege of Derry, in which they sejegp-
gaged, when they emigrated to Ienffsyl-
vania. For more than a century, theSe"
families seemed to have kept together iri
all their wanderings? and at last a ffnibfi
was formed between them by the marri-"
age of his parents, who had beeff sdmfe"
time settled in Virginia, where the birth1
of the subject of these pages todk place.-
His fattier was a man of moderate lor-
tune; indeed, he seems to have possessed
only the means of a, comfortable subsisL--ence.
He was known only for ofte p'a'S'-
sion, and this was for a military life.-
He had borne his part in the Revolution;.
and was successively the Inspector or
Gen. Bowyer'sand Gen. Moor's Brigadesi
The' latter post be held till b3 death;
which took place.in 1S07, while he vds
on a tour of inspection among the Alle
ghany Mountains. He was a itian ot
powerful frame,?fine bearing, and indorri-
itable courage. These qualities his son
irrherited,and they, were the only Iegacjr
he had-to leave- him.
His mother was an extraordinary vvb-
mah. She was distinguished by&Tull;
rather tall, and matronly form, a fine .car-
riage, and ah impressive and dignified
countenance. She was gifted with intel-
lectual and moral qualities? which elevat
ed her in "a still more striking mannelr
above most of her sex:. Her life shqne"
with purity and benevolence, and yet
she was nerved with a stern fortitude'
which never gave way in the midst df
the wild scenes that chequer tBe hisldrjr
of the frontier settler Her beneficebb-
was universal, and her name wS called
with gratitude by the poor and the suffer-
ing. Many years afterward heir soh he-
turned from his distant exile ib weep by
her bed-side when she came to die:
"Such were the parents of this MatJ.:
Those who know his history will hot be
astonished to find that they were of that no-
the Atlantic, of founding free common-' ble race which firstsubduedjthe wilderness
forrnany consecutive hours with unabated
violence. . . .
la the.mean time a dense cloud of min-
'gled'dustand smoker enveloped the battle.
" The breeze, which was faint and sickly
under the murderous "sun, wafted this
hud he proved himself so incomparable a
jjeaderof horse, as on this critical and im
portant occasion. The moment had been
rightly siezed by Marshal Bugeaud and by
Colonel Tarlas : it was no less rightly im-
proved by Colonel, now General Jussouf.
He rode fairly through the Miissulmen ca-
valry and then back again, followed by Im
starts in drops upon that bold brow the j )0(v roitcd into dust,- to bring home that
: right arm. and embalm it among the holiest
memories of the Past r-
1 For that right arm struck many a gal-
lant blow for 'freedom, yonder at Ticon-
, deroga ; at Quebec, Cluunplain, and Sara-
I toga that arm, yonder, beneath the snow-
j while mountain, hi the deep silence of the
j River of the Dead, first raised into light
man is dying.
Throb throb throb beats the dealh-
wafch in the shattered wall.
"Would you die in the faith of the
Clristain ?" faltered the preacher, as ho
knelt.there, on the damp floor.
Tho white lips of the death-stricken
man trembled, but made no sound.
Tlien, with the strong agony of death j tjlc Banner of the Stars
upon linn, lie rose into a sitting posture. 1
For the first lime, he spoke :
''"Christian!" he echoed in that deep
It was during the renowned Expedition
through the Wilderness to Quebec, that -r-
wealths. Virginia, too, had her hour,
and her CaValiers went through Indian-
haunted woods, as Marshal Ney's caval-
ry charged through the Black Forest.
At last, after much debate and more
stupid misconception, the New Republic,
jiar excellence, came and laid on our fede-
ral altars her young shield. It was .rid-
dled with rifle-bullets, and battered by
the trenchant strodes of the lomhawk.
You need not have looked very close to
have seen, too, the ghost lylmage of Mexi-
can trencher filling up the inlerstics.
What an offering was this! A young
hero-people, a new Rome, coming out of
the forests, walking in light, and clothed
in slicngth, and advancing in manliness
up to our alters.
of Virginia and. Tennessee forests, &hd
the ferocity of their savage inhabitants.
It is a matter of some interest to inquire,
! what were the means of eduedtibn offer
ed to this Virginia boy. We have learn-
ed from all quarters, lhat he never could
be got into a schoolhbUse till he was eight-
years bid, nor can we learn that he ever
-accomplished much ih a literary way af-
ter he did enter. Virginia, which has
never become very famous for her schools
al any period, had still less tb hoa.st of
forty years ago. The Stale made little
or no provision by law for the education
of its citizens, and each neighborhood
was obliged to lake careof its risingpopo-
laiion. Long before this period, Wash-
ington College had been removed to Lex-
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