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From “Sad Tales and Glad Tales.”
EXECUTION OF MAJOR ANDRE.
“We now return to our unfortunate
captive. The wise and the brave had
sat in judgement upon him. llis case
had been the subject of high, and de
liberate, and affectionate considera
tion. The circumstances of dlis cap
ture—his unqualified confessions—ms
earnest, though dignified requests, had
been maturely^ but sternly weighed.
The nobleness of his nature, the lofty
disinterestedness of his demeanor, the
winning amenity of his manners, the
importance of his rank, were all ap
preciated as they should be by soldiers
—tried soldiers—when sitting under
the severe sanctions of a war-council.
When they issued from that council,
the desolate doom of the prisoner was
irrevocably fixed. He was to die.—
Before another sun should go down,
his ties on earth* were to be severed.
Meanwhile the subject of this melan
choly decision was awaiting the result
with all the calm and elevated feelings
of a generous and undaunted soldier.
He was ignorant of what mijght be the
issue: but his knowledge of the rules
of war led him so far to anticipate it,
that he had in some degree become
reconciled to his probable doom, from
the very hopelessness of escaping from
it. The agitation consequept upon
the suddenness of his arrest, bad sub
sided; and though his saddened mind
reverted again to the scenes and asso
ciations we have seen him cling to
from the beginning, yet there was loss
poignancy in his recollections, and less
acuteness in the trials of his high and
masculine sensibilities. The thought
ofideath was a vain thought to him.
He was prepared to meet it , in eve
ry honorable shape, in which a soldier
expects and hopes something to meet
it. It was the stigma upon his fame
»—the memory he should leave with
that preyed upon hi* eoul. It
was this that paled his cheek, and
dewed his brow—it was this made his
heart beat till he could hear it, in his
solitude. If sometimes his sad glis
tening eye rested again on that pre
cious gem, which before had absorb
ed, as it seemed, his very life, the
kindest and bravest heart would spare
him there, if a tear was seen to drop
upon it; and the thought, possibly, of
sacred and devoted passion—of long
and holy love, with all its blessed
hopes, and all its desolate 'bereave
ments, would accompany it as it fell,
and hallow it forever.
There was yet one consolation that
bore up the prisoner, even when he
thought upon the memory he should
bequeath to the world and to posterity.
He hoped and trusted that he should
meet an honorable death, and that his
country would never blush at his epi
taph. He had asked, he had besought,
with a bursting heart, that if he must
die, he might die lik#a man of honor
He had addressed the American Chief
tain, in proud petition, for this last lit
tle boon of the condemned soldier.—
He had addressed him in all the beau
tiful eloquence of his lofty mind, urg
ed by a heart almost breaking in the
intensity of its emotions. Need it be
said that he roused all the sympathies
of a bosom kindling with godlike pur
poses, and alive to every heavenly
charity that, can sanctify our nature?
Can it be said, that the heart he ap
pealed to would not have bid him
Hod speed, even, with a father’s bless
ing, to the arms ol* his country and his
home, did that heart beat alone for,
himself, or did the fate of the victim
involve only the single destiny of that
great and devoted being? But there
were stern duties arrayed against the
kind spirit of forbearance and forgive
ness. The voice of his sulfertng land
was imperious with him who guarded
her in council, and led her in battle.
'That voice now called for justice and
demanded that the crisis should not be
forgotten. It was the cry of Liberty,
and tjie sacrifice must not be withheld;
it was the summons of Justice, and
his death must accord with the crime
of which the prisoner stood convicted.
During the days of his confinement,
not a murmur escaped the captive,
in the presence of his guard. A dig
nified composure distinguished his de
portment—and the serenity of his
mind was depicted in the t ranquillity of
his countenance. The last hours of his
solitude were employed in those holy
office#wbi ‘h friendship claims of us
when the sands of life are running low.
There were a few words to be said—
a few prayers to be uttered, for those
who were now dreaming of him on his
path to glory. There were a few
sad- sacred words to be breathed to a
fond mother—to sisters that loved him
—to some, perhaps, for whose sakes
alone life was yet desirable, and to
whose bosom he would now, as a last
duty to himself, commit the reputation
that was dearer to him than the air of
Heaven.
It was in the midst of this latest and
holiest occupation, that the prisoner
was interrupted by the. entrance of
the guard officer. He came to an
nounce the hour of execution. The
young soldier looked up hastily from
his paper. His eyes were fixed a mo
ment upon his visitor—then slowly
fell again—and he passed his hand a-
cross his brow, without betraying the
least emotion—“Is it indeed so soon?”
said he—“then I must hasten!” He
finished the letter in perfect calmness,
and having made all the little arrange
ments that he had anticipated, previ
ous to the important event, he declar
ed to the officer his readiness to at
tend him at the moment of his sum
mons. He was then left once more
alone.
Fy-m in the belief that he was now
to die like a soldier, he felt the weight
of his misfortune passing from his spi
rit. As he was* relieved of this iron
load, an unnatural elasticity seemed
to bo imparted to his bosom. His
heartbeat, almost to suffocation, and
the tumultuous mofion of that fountain
of his system, certainly manifested an
extraordinary degree of excitement.
His last wish had been granted—his
last hope was about to be realized—
he was to find an honorable grave!
Even that was enough to be thankful
for! A few years, at best, and the
same destiny would be his. “The
pang,” thought he, “is but the com
mon one that man is heir to—
One touch of nature makes the whole
world kin—
And if my young existence must be
thus hastily sealed, thus severed for
ever, let fate do her worst, and finish
her work with speed”—and he paced
the apartment with an unfaltering step,
and a lofty and unbending air.
The silence that had beenobserved
by the commander in chief towards
the respectful but ardent solcitations
of the prisoner, had led him io augur
favorably of his success. His re
quests had not, indeed, passed uiheed-
ed—they had sunk deep—they had
touched the finest and tenderest chords
that ever vibrate in the bosom of vir
tue and bravery—they had appealed
to the master feeling of a great heart,
and they wrought upon it wit! a living
power! The solicitation was listened
to with a deepening interest—but that
noble delicacy that actuates and ani
mates none but elevated minus, for
bade the answer. To grant the prayer
was impossible—^sueh was the iron
law of those who came up to battle—
to deny it was a sorrowful duty; and
it was equally a trial to the soul of a
generous enemy to throw back a soli
tary denial, or to wound the spirit of a
devoted prisoner, by recapitulating the
story of his dishonor in justification of
<fcis sentence. It was ordained, there
fore, that he should remain in ignor
ance of his doom. For that very un
certainty, the unfortunate victim was
now drawing his last and only consola
tion. The guard officer had now re
turned to accompany him forth, and
we shall leave them together while
we join the scene of preparation in
which the spy was so soon to become
conspicuous.
It was deep in the afternoon, when
shadows threw themselves long over
the earth, and the sun was about to
sink into a thick, dull mass of clouds,
when moi^ements preparatory to the
execution began to manifest them
selves within the post. There Avas
hurrying to and fro along the lines—
and sad faces went by continually, and
downcast looks were seen there—and
every countenance wore the livery of
deep and sorrowful feeling. It was
evident that something mournful was
about to transpire. The soldiers pac
ed along the esplanade with low words
and rapid steps—and now and’then a
tear might be; seen to glisten—it was
but for a moment—in the eye of the
veteran. A large detachment of troops
was paraded, and many of the general
officers were already on horseback.—
Great multitudes of people flocked
in to witness the melancholy spec
tacle—but a wide silence pervaded
the immense collection. With
slow and struggling steps the
confused and intermingled crowd of
citizens and soldiers bent their way
towards the appointed place, just be
neath the brow of a green hill that
sloped towards the river. There,
clustered around the dim spot devoted
to destruction, or sauntering over the
adjacent ground, they wailed the ap
proach of the unhappy victim.
When the prisoner was led out,
each arm locked in that of a subal
tern, his step was uncommonly firm,
and his expression unusually calm, and
even exhilarated. The eloquent blood
glowed to his temples, and a bright
smile of satisfaction beamed from his
countenance on all whom he recogniz
ed. The thought of death was deal
ing powerfully but kindly with him;
for he saw thatan honorable end was to
be his—that his dying prayer was a-
bout to be granted. He thought—and
the reflection sent yet new vigor into
his throbbing arteries-he thought that
he saw some pledge of a kind and he
roic memory in the sympathy that was
breaking all around him, in the gaze
of admiration that was fixed upon him,’
in the tearful eye, the agitated coun
tenance, the respectful salutation, the
sad farewell, and the low suppressed
murmur ias he / passed on, as though
something went by which it was sacri
lege to disturb in its course through
the thronging multitude. He saw the
high tribute that was paid to his for
titude, in the silent look with which
he was regarded; and he felt that
his premature fate was not unwept
even by his foes. Buoyed up by
these lively demonstrations of feeling,
he fancied himself a martyr in the
cause he had undertaken to advance,
and pressed forward with mounting
emotions, as though in haste to seal
his pilgrimage here, and commence
the stainless career of his future fame
“The report,” thought he, “that lays
me low, will send forth an echo that
shall never die.”
The detachment, with tlieir prison
er, had now reached the summit of
the hill, and come suddenly in view of
the ground which had been set apart
for this distressing occasion. It was
occupied by a gallows! With the
rapidity oflight every eye was turn
ed upon the victim. His was fixed in
frenzy on the dismal object that rose
portentiously out of the multitude.
He spake not a word—some power
ful, rending emotion had taken posses
sion of his bursting bosom. His hand
flew to his heart—one look of an
guish passed like a shadow over his
face, and he fell lifeless into the arms
of his guards. There was no voice
heard in that immense crowd—but a
confused trampling as of a vast con
course of people when they are rush
ing together.
The clouds had now cleared off
from the horizon, and the sun was a-
bout going down, when the last rites
were performed over the departed j
soldier. There was no pomp, or j
noise, or show. A small escort of,
troops marched quickly over the grav
el, and stood before the door of the
stone building from which the remains
were to be carried. A single drum
beat out a hollow note at distinct in
tervals, and the fife sung sharp and
mournfully. The coffin was at length
borne out; and with slow step, invert
ed bayonets, and downcast eyes, the
procession moved on. Many who car- 1
ed not to join, stood behind in silent
ley was fired off in the air—another
followed, and then another—and tire
last was discharged into the grave*
It was all over—the smoke curled
slowly among the wet gravel, and set
tled down upon the coffin—’lwas the
war smoke enbalming the soldier!
The drum beat merrily and the files
wheeled into the lines, just as the sun
went down in his glory.
From the N. Y. Advertiser.
FRANCE.
The English Foreign Quarterly Review
for November, 1827, contain the following
curious statements in relation to the late
revolutionary war.
France expended more blood than
Britain in the late wars, but much
less treasure; aud she has come out of
the contest burdened with only one
third part of the debt which presses
upon her rival. According to M. Du-
pin. the twelve campaigns, from 1803
to 1815, cost France one million of
men, and 240 million sterling of mo*
ney, or 20 millions per annum. The
loss sustained by the invasions of 1814
and 1815, with the penalty imposed
upon her at the peace, he estimates
at 120 millions more. Applying (he
same scale to the twelve years tiom
1792 (o 1803, we have 240 millions
additional; and for the whole revolu
tionary wars, an expenditure of 600
millions ol English money, and a mill
ion and a half, or two millions of men.
The estimate of course, applies to
the extra expenditure caused by thfr
war beyond what Would have been re
quired in time of peace; but even thus
restricted, it is very low so far ; s re
gards money. Though Britain was
rarely a principal in the. contest, the
extra charges which she incurred in it
are estimated at 1100 millions ster
ling, or nearly twice the sum ex
pended by France. Of blood, on the
other hand, we were less prodigal;
for our loss in men certainly did-not ex
ceed one fourth of that of our
enemy. The true account of the
pecuniary losses of the two countries,
however, is this. France laid out,
comparatively speaking; little money;
but she sustained a grievous injury in
the destruction of her foreign trade,
and the check given to industry and
the spirit of improvement, by the want
of raw materials, and the exhausting
drafts of conscription on her active
population. The rapid advances she
has made since the peace, show bow
heavy was tire load that previously
contemplation; and many, out of idle j shackled her powers, and arrested
curiosity, lingered round, scarcely
knowing why they were there. Be
hind some low, desolate buildings,
her progress. In Britain, on the con
trary, the march of improvement,
seemed rather to be quickened Iha*-
vvhich would scarcely shelter it from I retarded by the war; and hence, the
the storms of winter, the solitary
grave was dug. Round this the sol
diers crowded in silence. On either
side they leaned upon their muskets,
and hardly a breath was heard, as the
book of prayer was opened, and the
fervent supplication went up to Heav
en. The scene was singularly im
pressive. Immediately round the
grave, in the rear of the soldiers, some
stood wrapped in gloomy attention;
others, still behind, were seen eager
ly gazing over the shoulders of those
who had closed up before them.—
Every cap was off, and every eye fix
ed. Still beyond, the sick were seen
peeping out of the half opened door;
and women and boys stood, with arms
crossed upon their bosoms, before the
miserable huts from which they had
just issued. There, there ivas no
moving—no noise—no roving of the
looks—all were bent upon the speak
er, who stood upon the brink ofthe
cold grave, with his eye raised in adju
ration to Heaven, and calling on the
Father of Spirits with an eloquence
so full, so powerful, so commanding,
that his very soul seemed to mount up
with his words. He ended. Then
came the hurrying of the ceremony.
At the quick command of the otficcr,
the coffin was lowered—the guns were
brought down—the steel rung—and in
a moment it glittered again in the last
sun beam. At a word, the death vol-
peace, which has produced such a
harvest of benefits to France made
an immense sacrifice of human
flesh, and had the developement of
her powers prevented. Britain suff
ered little immediate injury, but has
accumulated a load of debt, which
will press on her sources for some gen
erations.
It must not be understood that the
state of French industry was absolutely
stationary during the w r ar. The me
liorations produced by the . revolution
carried forward in spite of prodigious
impediments; but its progress was
trifling compared with the amazing
strides it has made since the peace.
In 1812 the quantity of nmol work
ed up in the manufactories was 77,-
000,000 pounds, [English weight,] and
in 1826 it was 110,000,000 pounds, of
which 17,600,000 weren foreign. In
1812 there were ,22,800,00(P pounds
of cotton spun; in 1825 there were
01.600,000 pounds; and the latter pe
riod the yarn was made of much fine?
qualities, and was converted into va
rious elegant fabrics, the manufacture
of which was scardy known in 1812.
In 1814 there were 100,000 ton#
of cast iron made in France, and in
1825 there were 160,000 tons, at the
former period 1,000,000 tons of coal
were extracted from the French
mines, and at the latter period 1,500.-
000. The gunpowder coitoumed ii»