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VOLUME 11. j
BY 0. R. HANLEITER.
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“ Much yet remains unsung'’
REUNION.
Are—“ Long, Long Ago.”
Soft on the soui fall the notes that tve sung,
Long, long igo—long, long ago.
Sweet are the visions, though faded, which sprung,
long, long ago—long ago.
Rut O when we rove through the scenes where we
roved,
When fondly and truly we loved, and were loved.
The heart seems to move to the pulse that it moved,
Long, long ago—long ago.
Well I remem!ter our anguish of heart,
Long, long ago—long, long ago,
[•'or we knew that the sound had gone out, we must
part,
Long, long ago—long ago.
Oft I repeat every word that we said.
Oft I reurge every prayer that we prayed,
Refreshing the hope that on Jesus was stayed,
Long, long ago—long ago.
O yes, we rested on Jesus our cause,
I,ong, long ago—long, long ago,
Now is reunion more near than it was,
Long, long ago —long ago.
Say, do our hearts in communion still glow,
Can you my longing to be with you know,
O do you love as you loved me below ?
Long, long ago—long ago.
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CAROLIXE RE NT ON.
A Tale of the. Revolution.
BY ROBERT HAMILTON.
Caroline. Renton was the daughter of otic
of that liartly tace of men who voluntarily
renouncing their homes, and joining the
ranks of independence, chose to sutler eve
ry hardship and danger to emancipate their
native land from the yoke of tyranny. He
was a native of the state of New-York, and
had inherited from his Ftiiher an estate of
two hundred acres, on which, by industry
and economy, he enjoyed all the comforts of
life that a contented and unambitious spirit
requires.
At the age of twenty-five, lie married the
daughter of a neighboring farmer, by whom
he had llie heroine of our story, an only
child, remarkable for her beauty and intel
lect. With few advantages of education,
for in those days of America, scholastic in
struction was not to be obtained at almost
any price in the rural districts of the Union,
it was not to he wondered at il an individu
al possessing the rudiments of a plain edu
cation, was regarded by her less fortunate
neighbors with a feeling of respect —such
was the case with Caroline. Her father
had been educated at one of the few semi
naries then in New-Yoik by his parents,
who intended him to follow one of the learn
ed professions, hut Edward Renton knew
and felt that true independence
“ Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,”
was to he found only in the healthy and
honest occupation of an American farmer,
so returning to his home on the completion
of his studies, lie devoted his time and ex
ertions to the improvement of llie farm to
which, at his father’s deatli succeeding and
marrying, as we have said, he became the
father of Caroline, whose mind he carefully
and assiduously cultivated. As she pro
gressed in years, she also did in beauty and
intelligence ; and a lovelier maiden inhaled
not the breezes of her native mountains.—
symmetry of her form was faultless,
and her features were cast in llie mould of
perfection. She had acquired among the
country swains the title of “ The Forest
Rose,” and well she deserved it, for her
mind was as pure as the fragrance of timt
flower, and her cheek , va s its compeer in
ruddiness. A* t tne a g C of ten she was by
cleat';, deprived of her mother, and became
at once the sole conductor of the household
.■arrangements. Initiated thus young in the
.duties of home, removed far from the ener
'vatitm and hollow society of cities, where
the female mind is ever more or less impreg
nated with deceit and frivolity, she grew up
in the midst of her native forests, a flower
of beauty and of worth. When she had
ireached the age of fifteen, the flame of in
dependence, which so long had been moul
dering in the hearts of freemen, burst forth
,—the trump of liberty pealed through eve
ry dell and forest, from peak to peak flew
Abe tidings that a world had rent the shack
les of despotism, and that the banner was
-riven to tbc breeze under which stout hearts
had rallied, resolved to die rather than live
:tbe servile menials of a foreign sway, Ed
ward Renton was therefore among the first
who flow to enrol himself ir. the patriot ar
my—much as he loved bis Caroline, he lov
,ed his country more, so. shouldering hts ri
fle and bidding home and kindred adieu, ho
sought the American camp at Cambridge,
ant Unrolled himself a soldier of his coun
shall now for a time lose all sight of
the patriot, for during seven years he shar
ed iu most of the conflicts and dangers o
the Revolution. Left in solo possession of
the farm, Caroline had sufficient to occupy
, • -Haalion, and so assiduous was she m
uer... t k„ t every thing was ns
her managemei.., . „„ R3 as though her
remarkable for its correctly The plough
father himself had been preseiii . 1 P
was seen piepa.mg the grotffid at t m
£ jFamilg Jittospajicv : SrDotcS to Eitcvattire, agriculture, JHecfwniiCß, STrucattcu, Jporcifitt an* tutelUfitucc, szt.
best visit of spring—summer smiled not on
lovelier fields, and autumn crowned none
with richer treasures, and when the hoary
winter had told the husbandman to abandon
his labors, Caroline was to be found sitting
j by her blazing hearth, knitting or attending
ito some other domestic duties. So seldom
| did she receive tidings of her father, that
j she lived in a constant uncertainly of his
j being. In this slate of seclusion arid tin
| protected ness, and at the same time burst
ing into all the freshness of womanhood, it
is not to lie wondered at that she had many
admirers among the youthful yeoman of the
neighborhood ; hut to all their attentions
she only respectfully and modestly attended,
I yet in such a winning manner and honied
I voice, as only to excite them to a stronger
I effort to secure her affections. Among them
; was Richard Dayton, the son of an English
i man, whose father was a staunch adherent
to the royal cause, and who regarded all who
: expressed their wish for the liberation of
i their country, as traitors and fitting objects
! fur the vengeance of the royalists. Among
j these, Caroline’s father was particularly
marked, and it was only in delicacy to the
! daughter that he had not already given in
; formation to the foieigti minions to take pos
j session of his estate. Richard Dayton
| naturally inherited an animosity to republi
can principles from his father, and never
failed on every opportunity to express his
sentiments for and hopes that the British
arms should prove triumphant. To these
expressions Caroline replied not—but the
blood of indignation would mantle in her
cheek, and with eves upraised to heaven, in
secret ness of heart she would breathe a
prayer that the cause of freedom would he
extended over every mountain, forest, plain
and valley of beloved land. Richard
1 )ayton was therefore not the f.voted being
ofCaroline’s affections. One nobler in mind,
1 although neither so rich or well-favored in
: person, had won her heart ere her father’s
j departure—a young American who had
j joined the ranks of liberty and to whom Car*
I olitie had promised her hand should he ever
I return. liis name was Henry Walworth,
I whose father’s grounds adjoined those of
< Renton. From infancy they had grown up
j together, ’till their thoughts and feelings
i were congenial ; by the parents, they wete
silently regarded as destined for each othei.
i Young Dayton could easily perceive the
partiality of Caroline for Walworth, and he
iejoiced extremely when he embraced the
] causa of the rebels, as lie termed them,
I doubting not hut that he would never return,
i or if he did that lie could easily denounce
■ him to the British, who would rid him of his
presence and permit him to follow liis suit
I witthout a rival. Thus for three years had
; time sped on, but all the efforts and kindly
j attentions of Dayton failed to make a favor
able impression on the heart of Caroline,
while ihe gloomy intelligence which readi
ed her respecting the fate of the patriot ar
my, served only to make her dread in secret
for the life of her parent and that of her lov
er, and to look forward to a hopeless and
dreary existence.
| One winter evening, when seated lonc
! some and spiritless in her little parlor, the
1 domestics having retried to rest, a knock
j was heard at the door. Her heart sunk
• within her. Who could il he at such an
i hour 1 She listened—again the knock was
| repeated, and the voice of Dayton was heard,
j exclaiming—“ Open, Caroline—it is I.”
A thousand surmises passed thinugh her
j brain as to what could be the purport of his
j visit at so unwonted an liom, and rising and
i withdrawing the bolt she admitted him.—
! Tlis appearance denoted that he hail ridden
| at a desperate pace, and without preface or
ceremony, he demanded of her if she had
| h.oiiid the intelligence, while a glow of cx
| ultation passed over his features,
t “No !” replied Caroline. “Is it of the
! army V
| “ Yes !” he shouted, and throwing bim
! self into a chair, held out to her a paich
! ment on which was emblazoned in a red
j broad seal, the royal arms. “ There, my
j pretty one read. Rebellion and its defend
! ers will soon meet with their just deserts,”
j and he laughed aloud.
“ Tyranny and its defenders ! say ra
j ther,” cried Caroline, snatching the docu
! ment disdainfully from his hand, while the
j myal insigna fell on her eyes like the glance
jof a basalisk. She hastily unfolded it and
j read as follows—
j “ Whereas, Edward Renton and Henry
} Walworth, Americans of the State of Nevv
| York, having joined the rebel army, and
j fought against the forces of his Gracious
| Majesty, George the Third, we, his repre
j sentatives, do hereby commission our mili
| tary and civil officers, at all hazards, to se
cure their persons dead or alive.
“ Given under our hands and seal, this
1 day, the Bth of February, 17S1.
Cornwallis, )
Rawuon.” f
1
Caroline looked pale—her breathing be
| came short and thick—the fountain of the
j heart sent its waters to the eyes, ’till her
. vision grew dim and vague, and she grasped
j at the air as if for support. Dayton beheld
this and extended his arms to prevent her
j from falling—the touch of them seemed to
| recall at once her faculties, and she sprung
j from him as from a serpent about to fold
j her in its coils.
I “ Why have you brought this to me 1”
t cried she indignantly.
MADISON, MORGAN COUNTY, GEORGIA, SATURDAY MORNING, JULY 2D, 1843.
j “To tell you what will he llie fate of your
| father if he returns not to his allegiance ?”
“ And lo whom does he owe Allegiance ?”
| asked Caroline.
i “To whom ? Why to King George, to
! be sure,” answered Dayton.
! “ ’Tis false !” responded the maiden, in
; a voice of indignation. “To the King >f
j Heaven only does he owe allegiance—to
! human power never. Take hack the des
! potic parchment. Go, tell the minions of
authority that Edward Renton will never
bend the knee but to bis God !”
“ Well said,” cried Dayton ; “it is well
Miss Caroline that you are a female, other
wise your sentiments might have placed you
in trouble.”
“ And what though I am, sir ! Bo assur
ed that every true American female will
shed her blood in the defence of liberty, if
; her sons are not in number competent lore
pel their country’s invaders. But why
bring that parchment here, sir 1 It concerns
not me more than the other daughters of
America. And why at such an hour seek
to invade the dwelling of a lone woman,
with tidings that only distract but cannot
console 1” Her feelings overcome her and
she yielded to a flood of tears.
“ Believe me, Miss Renton, I meant not
to agitate you thus,” said Dayton, hypocri
tically ; “ but there is another in whose
welfare I know you are deeply interested,
and I thought that any tidings of him would
be of--”
“ Os whom speak you, sir 1” cried Caro
line, half divining his meaning.
“ Os Henry Walworth !”
“ Ah ! is he alive—is he safe—is he vic
torious ? speak, for God’s sake ! and save
my heart from breaking 1”
“He is not alive!” responded Daytor. ;
“ lie fell in the battle of Trenton !”
“ Thank God he died for his country !”
exclaimed the maiden, and she sank lifeless
on llie floor.
Dayton stood like the arch-fiend trium
phant. lie had sent the bolt of falsehood into
iicr heart, and lie regarded his victim with a
cold malignant smile. As he lifted her fra
| gile sense'ess form, even though white as a
j lily, he thought he had never seen her look
| so beautiful, and in a brutal feeling of cx
j ultation kissed her lips, which had never re
| eeived the impress of human being since the
j departure of her father and lover, then pla
j cing her in a chair left the house, leaving
| her to recover as best she might. And
! when she did recover, every tiling appear
ed to her as a dream. It was far advanced
into midnight—the candle was waning in
the socket, and the embers on the hearth
were nearly extinguished—with difficulty
she gained her couch, where cold and sor
rowing, she fell into a deep and unrefresh
ing slumber. *
Another year had passed and spring had
come again. Nature, unmindful of the dis
tracting strifes of man began to array her
self in her green robes of freshness. Car
oline bail now lost the bloom of her cheek,
the fire of hope had vanished from her rye,
and it was evident that her constitution was
declining under the burden of suspense. —
“Hope defened maketh the heart sick,”
and acutely was the saying verified in Car
oline. Added to her care and anxiety for
her father’s safety, and the intelligence ot
her lover’s death, tire King’s officers had no- i
tified to her that she must abandon her home :
as it was forfeited to the crown from her
father’s siding with the rebels. Whither to .
go she knew not. Those who would will
ingly have civon iu'r shelter, were terrified
to harbor the daughter of a disaffected per- j
! son. Dayton thought that this would he a ,
: favorable opportunity to urge bis suit, and
| lie ventured again to mention it to her, hut, j
it was only met with scorn and indignation. j
“ Heaven will not forsake me,” said Car- !
oline, “our Saviour knew not wheie to rest j
j his head, and why should 1 repine 1” mil j
j with this heavenly solace, and a firm resold- !
I lion, she resolved to set out on foot to find !
j her father in the American army.
It was a beautiful morning in sunny May,
the blossoms hung in myriads of pearls on
the trees. The early flowers were smiling
in beauty and fragrance. The forests and
groves were vocal with music, and all save
man was happy and smiling in the presence
of the Creator, when Caroline rose from
her bed to bid adieu, perhaps for ever, to
the home of her infancy. \\ hen she de- ,
scended to the porch, around which the ho
neysuckle was twining its coral wieathsand
the sweet roses filled the air with their
| balmy perfume, her heart swelled almost to
bursting. The edd and faithful watch-dog
came leaping and fawning around her ; ma
ny an hour bad he been the companion of
her rambles, and a kindred language of look
was almost undeistood between them.—
She stroked liis rugged coat, and tear after
tear dropped from her eye.
“ Poor Oscar,” she cried, “ wc must part
I —who will be kind to thee when 1 am
I gone 1”
“ I will, Miss Caroline,” cried an old
i faithful negro, who unseen had been regar
ding her at a distance. She started up at
I the sound of his voice, at the same moment
J several other domestics came around her,
I and the anguish of parting was at its full.
| ’* Farewell, my kind friends!” she sob
i bed ; “Be of good cheer, 1 feel that we
; shall meet again. Providence will not per
mit oppression to triumph. 1 The seed of a
i great tree has been planted,’ which will
< spread its branches in shelter over the chi!-
’ dren of freedom, but should we never meet,
do not forget poor Caroline.”
The kind negro had brought from the
stable a horse and was busy in attaching it
to a vehicle, in which he intended to convey
his mistress some distance on her journey,
when two ruffians, attended by young Day
ton and his father, appeared and command
ed him to desist.
“ What for, tnassa V asked thenegio.
“It is the order of the King,” said old
Day i on.
“ De King he damned—we hah no kings
here, Massa Dayton—dis is Missus wagon,
and I shall take it to gib her a ride on de
road.”
“ .Silence, you black scoundrel,” cried ihe
Englishman. “ I)o you not know you are
speaking treason—desist, or I shall have
you sent to limbo.”
The negro continued in his operations,
J pretending not to hear them, and muttering
|to himself—“ Black scoundrel—treason—
j limbo,” while ever and anon an uncouth
; yet emphatic anathema against royalty was
heard amidst his disjointed jargon.
At length old Dayton, losing all patience,
walked up to the poor fellow and dealt him
a heavy blow across the shoulders with his
j walking-stick. The pain made him to cry
j most lustrily—when suddenly, Oscar darted
j upon the oppressor, dragging him to the
1 earth and lacerating his arm severely. With
difficulty was the infuriated animal taken
from him, and but for the intervention of
Caroline, the faithful dumb creature would
have been sacrificed by the younger Dayton
and the two ruffians of officers.
“Be pacified, sir !” said Caroline, “ I
seek not to carry from home aught but a
few necessaries for my journey—they are
here,” pointing to a little bundle in her hand.
“Your avaricious wishes shall lie gratified
—enjoy the fruits of your oppression—but
be warned, the hour is not far distant when
you shall tremble at the voice of retributive
justice!”
“ Pshaw !” cried the old royalist, “we
, want no canting here—the land is overrun
1 with rebels and their children ; a ripe har
| vest is now ready for the sickle. Hurrah
j for King George andliis rulers.”
j Only his son and the two myrmidons of
j power responded to his expression, while
Caroline turned upon him an rye of con
tempt —there was fire in its glance enough
to iiave withered a hundred royalists—the
fire of liberty, in whose flame, thrones, des
pots and oppression, shall yet shrivel, like
“ shrunk up symbols of annihilation.”
Caroline received parting salutations from
her friends who by this time had arrived,
each tendering her some little token of re
membrance. But her heart was full—she
could not reply—and plucking a rose from
a bush planted by Henry Walworth in her
garden, and faintly articulating—“ God
bless you all!” rushed from her once hap
py home.
As wc have said, it was a morning in sun
ny May, and all nature contributed to cheer
the drooping heart—it was so with Caroline
—she soon recovered her elasticity of spir
its, and the cheering thought that she would
shortly see her father, if alive, and perhaps
Henry Walworth, for she could not believe
the report of young Dayton altogether,
made her pursue her journey joyously and
vigorously. Inured from her cradle to the
pursuits of rural life, she felt not the fatigue
of the journey, and it was only when the
sun was sinking behind the highlands of
the beautiful Hudson, that she was remin
ded of the necessity of finding some place
of shelter.
It was the first night that she had ever
been doomed to pass from her home and to
seek the hospitality of strangers —we say
hospitality, for in those times, refinement
had not planted those convenient luxuries—
hotels in every section of the Union, and
ihe traveler was obliged to depend upon the
chance cottage of the settler or homestead
of the farmer. Thus situated, Caroline be
gan to look about her, and in a little dell
oft'the road, from out a clump of trees, she
beheld a blue wreath of smoke lazily curl
ing into the golden sunset, giving signs of a
habitation. Diverging from the main path,
she directed her footsteps up a beautiful av
enue of willows, which brought her in frov.l
of a plain substantial dwelling, built sfter
the antique Dutch fashion, over which the
ivy and other vines had woven a green and
impenetrable mantle. A neat whilc-vvash-
I ed palisade surrounded the house and its
garden, while tit distance lay the different
. rooms which showed it to be the abode of
] some comfortable limner. On the porch
I Was seated an old man, in whose silver locks
; and sunburnt featutes might be traced the
: minks of some sixty winters; he was qui
! etly enjoying the soporific fumes of a large
j Dutch pipe, and was not aware of the ap
proach of Catoline, ’till sho stood before
• him. He started with suprise, exclaim
ing—
j “Mien Gott, nieichcn, what bring you
here 1”
“ To solicit the shelter of your roof ’till
i morning,” said she, briefly.
“ And thou shall have it, mein meichen,”
cried the old Dutchman, rising and taking
the hand of Caroline. “ You be a pratiy
, and glide meichen, and mein vrow shall
make you very welcome. Come in—Come
in—l’eter Deucheten never shut da door
against da traveler.”
He then conducted her into a plain and
1 comfortably furnished apaitment, and his
“ old vrow” entering, made Caroline at once
welcome atid at home. A healthy and sub
stantial repast was placed before her, and
in the kindly society of the old couple,
she almost forgot her sufferings and depri
vation of home. In the midst of their con
versation she had related to them her trou
bles, and the name of Meinheer Renton be
ing familiar to the farmer and his wife, they
expressed theii willingness to afford her ev
ery protection ’tiil the result of the war was
decided.
“ You shall he mien daughter, mien child
—and not a tyfil of n red coat shall offer
you one harm,” said the old man affection
ately. “ Mien son has gone to fight for his
faderland, and yon shall be mien child ’till
be leturn,” and lifting a large massive gob
let, be drank—“ Success to Vashington !de
fader of his peoples !”
“ Amen !” sweetly and fervently respon
ded Caroline, while tlie old dame added—
“ And confushion to da royalishts !”
“Ha ! ha ! dal ish good, mein vrow—
tisli a great pity dat you vash not a soldier,
you vould have been der tyfil in der battle.”
“ Hollo, house ! where the devil are you
all ?” shouted a voice at the porch.
Caroline started to her feet, breathlessly
exclaiming, “’Tis he—where, where shall
1 hide me 1” and clasped the old man’s
hands firmly in hcr’s.
“ Who der tyfil be he J” asked Peter
Deuchsten.
“My oppressor, Dayton, he that I told
you had driven me from my home.”
“ Der villain ! me shall kill him—bring
me dei rifle, vrow,” and he was about to
seize the weapon which his spouse had
promptly taken front the wall at his com
mand.
“ Oh ! no, no,” cried Caroline, “ shed not
his blood, hut save me from his sight—lead
me at once to the chamber where 1 am to
pass the night.”
“ In the name of King George, open I
tell you ! What have I alighted upon a nest
of rebels V’ cried Dayton, enforcing his
commands with the butt end of his whip up
on ‘.he porch. “ Open I say !’’
“ Have patience mein friend—l shall not
open mein door ’till I am ready, for all der
Kings in Cbristencom; der stable ish open,
you will find good shelter dere—here vrow,
take care of der meichen, and leave me to
settle vith the man,” and the old lady con
dueling Caroline to her own room, Peter
hobbled coolly to the door.
“Hollo!” said the infuriated Dayton,
“ whv did you keep me waiting so long, old
hoy r
“ Because it vash mein plaisher, young
boy,” answered Feter.
“ Do you know who I am, sirrah I”
“Maybe Iclosh!” said Peter md puffing
a strong volume of smoke into the face of
Daylon.
“ 1 am a messenger in the service of his
Gracious Majesty, King George, llie Third,”
pompously spoke Dayton.
“ I am Bliorry to hear dat,” said the Dutch
man, “ 1 visit dat you served a better niash
ler.”
•* Why, you old Dutch rebel, do you dare
to speak treason thus in my presence 1”
“ Donner and blitzen, and who der tyfil
care for your preshence, or der preshence
of ior King himself 1” shouted Peter. “I
am Peter Deuchsten, dish is my dwelling,
and knows no kings nor der servants here.”
Dayton saw at once that lie had alighted
upon one who was not to he intimidated nei
ther by liis braggadocio or the authority of
loyalty, and lowering histone respectfully
bogged shelter for himself and horse until
the morning.
“ You shall have it for der sake of human
ity,” said Peter, “ though I do not love der
cayse you followsh,” ami he ’minted out to
hirn the stable, where Dayton having secur
ed his horse, returned to the parlor.
“ You appear to he no friend to the royal
party said Dayton, sealing himself at ihe
table, and partaking of the remains of the
repast which hail been interrupted by bis
arrival.
“Nien,” replied Peter, doggedly.
“ 1 am Sorry to hear that, my old hoy.”
“ And for what der tyfil are you sorry TANARUS”
asked Peter.
“ Because you will have to relinquish
your property lo his Majesty, since you side
with the rebels.”
“ 1 tink liis majesty will have to relinquish
his property himself,” said Peter, “if all
talcs are true.”
“ Lies, my old friend, lies, believe me!”
“ But I am not your friend, nor do l be
lieve dem liesh,” said Peter, and he drained
down another draught of skedam fiom the
silver goblet.
“Come,” said Dayton seizing the goblet,
“ I shall gives toast— Here is the health of
King George, arid success loins arms, both by
land and by sea /”
“ No such toast shall he drunk in mine
housli,” cried Peter, snatching the goblet
fiotn bis band.
“Ah ! ha !” said Dayton, “ this is flat
rebellion ; you shall repent this.”
“ Leave mine lioush,” cried the Dutch
man, “ leave minehoush; you insult mien
hospitality.”
“ Hospitality be damned,” 6aid the bul
lying Dayton. “ This house is mine, and
1 shall not quit it ’till it is my pleasure.”
“ Flucb and blitzen !” cried the old man,
we shall see who is der master,” and seiz
ing his rifle, presented it at the breast of
Dayton. A loud 6cream was heard in the
| NUMBER 18.
WM. T. THOMPSON, EDITOR.
adjoining Apartment, and the next moment
Peter’s wife, followed by Caroline, rushed
into their presence.
“ So so, Miss Kenton, you follow upyour
principles hi lively. You have left your
own home for rebellious dealings, and 1 now
find you sheltering in the very temple of
treason,” said Dayton.
“ In the temple of peace nnd Indepen
dence, which yon, sir, seek to turn into a
den of strife and bloodshed.”
“ Excellent ! beautiful ; sentiment and
eloquence combined !” exclaimed the cox
comb, but we shall have plenty of food for
the gallows by and by. ] am now on my ■
way mtlie royal camp wiili despatches ; I
shall not fail to report my reception here.
It was toy intention to have passed the night
here, hut I fear my life would be the penal
ty before morning. Good night, my hoary
rebel. Miss Dayton, your servant. You
shall all be well taken caie off,” said the
villain, significantly, and lie proceeded to
quit the dwelling.
A clattering of horses’ feet was now
heard on the road, and glimpses of military
costume discernahle occasionally through
thetrees in the last rays ofevening. Shouts
and laughter also broke nearer and nearer
upon the ear, ’till a young man dashed up
the avenue, followed by two others. “Fa
ther !” shouted he as he leaped from his
steed, and rushed up the porch. “ Father,
our arms are victorious—our country free.
Liberty is proclaimed throughout the land
—tyranny has perished 1” and he fell upon
the breast of Peter.
“ Mien hoy ! mien hoy !” cried the old
man, “ welcome to your fader’s heart.”
“ And to his mother’s also,” said the old
dame, who clasped him in her arms, and
covered iris manly cheek with kisses.
Dayton stood paralyzed. The two oth
ers approached. •• Bid Welcome to my
companions in arms,” said young Walter
Deuchsten—Mr. Ronton and Henry Wal
worth.”
“Oli! God, my father,” screamed Caro
line, and fell senseless upon the floor, In
the next moment she was in the arms of her
father, and Henry hanging ever her affec
tionately.
“Not so fast, mien very good friend ,”
said Peter to Dayton, seizing him by the
collar, for he was sneaking away ; “ nut no
fast. Here are a few of your favorites, der
rebels; how like yonder appearance I”
Dayton spoke not a word, and Caroline
rev iving, was embraced tenderly by Henry ;
when looking round her, as almost waking
from a dream she beheld Dayton. “Ah !
he here?” exclaimed she. “Thank Hea
ven, I am now safe from his persecution,”
and she sobbed bitteily on her lover’s bo
som.
“From whose, triy Caroline TANARUS” inquired
Henry.
“ From his, that had man, Dayton, who
led me to believe that you were numbered “
among the slain, and by whose machinations
and those of his father's, I was this morn
ing driven from my home.”
“ V ilia in !” exclaimed Kenton—and at
the same moment Walworth demanded why
lie had thus acted, Dayten could not reply,
hut lie stood a trembling and guilty thing/
“ But he has despatches,” said Peter,
“ for the enemy.”
“We have no enemies now,” said Wal
vvorth ; “ peace is ptoclaimed, hut let us
see what is their import; produce your pa
pers, Mr. Dayton.”
“ Never,” cried Davfon, as ho pulled a
pistol from his pocket—“ never, hut at the
sacrifice of life.”
“Hash man!” said Walworth, “resis
tance is in vain ; deliver them quietly; no
haim shall beful you, I pledge my honor.”
Dayton replied not, hut making one
bound from the porch to the ground, ho
mounted one of the horses of the party, and
dashing his spurs up to the rowels in the
flanks of the animal, like a flash of light
ning sped up the avenue, then turning in
his saddle, he discharged his pistol, the hall
of which slightly grazed the breast of Pe
ter. The rifle was yet in the hand of the
old man, wlrich he had seized to discharge
at Dayton, when he was prevented by his
wife and Capoline. “ Tyfih—traitor—cra
ven,” he shouted, and the short quick crack
of the piece succeeded the exclamation.—
A shrill cry was heard, Dayton was seen to
spring into the air, and falling from the horse,
was dragged along by the foot in the stirup
for a considerable distance. When discov
ered, he wasn mutilated mass; the ball had
entered his temple, and the blood flowing
freely, his countenance was clotted with
gore and dust, presenting a hideous appear
ance. His obsequies were brief—a pit
dug by the road side received his remains.
On examining his papers, they wete found
to contair. secret information for thcenemv,
but they would have proved of no avail, as
the sut render of Cornwallis had establish
ed the reign of Freedom. The next day,
Renton, with Caroliire, accompanied by
Walworth, departed for Iris home, which for
many years he bad tin* heheld. His ap
pearance, it nrny he supposed, was unex
pectedly unwelcome to old Dayton, who re
ceived a prompt and imperative demand to
ani render up his estates and effects to the
American government, as one who had long
been noxious to their cause. Between Wal
worth and Renton, they were divided, ia
consideration of their long and dangerous
struggles in the emancipation of their na
tive land, and Caroline, according to her