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* v yv 4)gs^ -fim \^jn JS^m S <■■? < -4 *•* v- *.' : #., ; « ? •4 V'; '.■> >,. >*fc'* fl “io\ tpi *•'« *« »sis --' f * ’ J*»li*t? f * -,V • **• _ PUBLISHED BY IAHES GARDNER, m~* m* ms m* m* m <■ ■ ■ <i ■* >? * w -" 4so *o4 ife.' D■ * NEW SERIES.] " MARCHING TO DEATH! A PRIZE POEJI. BY <3*o. HF.KBEKT SABS. 1 •■■*— ; rs '•The National Quarterly depicts a re* rkable scene which occurred some years since on one -it .tin? British transport ships, rhe eommander of the troopaon board, seeing that the vessel must soon sink, ahu taat there was no hope of saving his men, drew them up in order of battle, and, as in the presence of a human enemy, bravely faced the doom that was before them. We know of no more impressive illustration of the power of military discipline in the presence of death.” [Charleston Mercury, Nor. l Jh, ISG2. i. The last farewells are breathed by loving lips, The last fond prayer for darling ones is said, And o’er each heart stern sorrow’s dark eclipse Her sable pall hath spread. * a at ' ii. Far, far beyond each anxious watcher’s sight, Baring her bosom to the wanton sea, The lordly ship sweeps onward in her might, Her tameless majesty. hi. Forth from his fortress in the western sky, Flashing defiance on each crested wave, Ontglares the sun, with red and lowering eye, Grand, even in his grave. . IV. Till, waxing bolder as his rays decline, The clustering billows o’er his ramparts »wee& Slow droops hi* banner—fades Ms light divfne, * And darkness rule* this deep* ; i A - ... x- Look once again !—Night's sombre shades have fled ; But the pale rays that glimmer from their sheath, Serve but to show the blackness over head, And the wild void beneath. . VI. Mastlesa and helmless drifts the helpless barque; Her pride, her majesty, her glory gone, While o'er the waters broods the tempest dark And the wild winds howl on. VII. But hark! above the madness of the storm, There comes an echo o’er the surging wave, Firm at its call the dauntless legions form, The resolute and brave. VIII. Eight hundred men, the pride of England’s host, In stern array stand marshall'd on her deck, Calmly as though they knew not they were lost— Lost in that shattered wreck. IX. Eight hundred men!—old England's tried and true, Their hopes, their fears, their tasks of glory done, steadfast, till the last foe be conquered too, And the last fight be won. x. Free floats their banner o’er them as they stand: No mournful dirge may o’er the waters ring, Ontpeals the anthem, glorious and grand, “The King! God save the King!” XI. Lower and lower sinks the fated barque, , Closer and closer creeps the ruthless wave, But loud outswells across the waters dark, . The death song of the brave. XII. Oyer their heads the gurgling billows sweep, Still o’er the waves the last fond echoes ring, Out-thrilling from the caverns of the deed, “The King! God save the King!” XIII. Oh thou! whoe’er thou art, that reads this page, Learn here a lesson of high, holy faith, For all throughout our earthly pilgrimage We hold a tryst with death, * xiv. Not in the battle field's tumultuous strife, Not in the hour when vanquished foemen fly, Not in the midst of bright and happy life, t Is it most hard to die. xv. Greater the guerdon, holier the prize, Os him who trusts, and waits in lowly mood; Oh! learn how high, how holy courage lies, In patient fortitude. 'whf WNr*** T/ 1 R i .1 * : ; ,11 Tjr^Jy \v. . \\« »\\ ’~- ■" - 'v'. \', \ y;\ | \ '?>- ' : ** MK AUGDSTA, GA., SATURDAY, JANUARY 17,1863. THE STORY TELLER. [For the Southern Field and Fireside.}- BELLMONT. BY MBS. SITE E. HI'NT. The look of decided scorn that he received at the end of this speech, warned him that his theme was an unpleasant one, and he must change it, or run the risk of offending his ele gant hostess. * ‘How much Miss Dalzelle reminds me of Lady Iredell,’ said he, directing her attention to the opposite side of the room, where stood Ada in the centre of a gay group. ‘ The same royal bearing, so foil of splendid womanhood, oombined with so much sweetness and gentle ness of. manners. Whilst I was in Europe last year, Lady Iredell was the tdast of every Knight, and I little expected to And such a counterpart in a daughter of ou» democratic soil * for even when noble blood has not become extinct, the associations and influences that are thrown around, will,in a great degree,demoralize tte nature. Now in Europe it is quite differ ent. There the plebian and peasant are not considered fit associates for the sons and daughters of the higher classes. The lines of list)notion are rigidly enforced, and the differ outclasses taught to know and feel their rela to each other. Wore it not for Uio^rong congenial, social atmosphere. His views exactly coincided with those of Mrs- Daizell. We Americans are lamentably deficient in a proper respect for family. The sons of a blacksmith might be, and indeed, fre quently are, admitted into the best circles. Mrs. Daizell entirely ignored the fact, that her good old grandfather had been an honest son of Vulcan, and by the sweat of his crow, put in motion the wheel of family prosperity, but fortunately for the delicate nerves of his aristocratic grand-daughter, died before her ideas had arrived at such a height of moral grandeur. . , . * Mr. Ralston has good reason to be proud of his protege,’ still rung in her ears. It had never appeared to her in that light before. Now all was clear as the noonday sun, and as she saw Arthur, devotedly bending over her petted child a new resolution formed itself in her mind! and if Reinhold’sgood night was returned with a degree of haughty coolness, never shown him before, he was blissfully ignorant of the fact, and his dreams prolific of angel myriads, sailing the limits of unbounded space, all wearing the face of his Ada, and chanting in lew, sweet voices the words so pleasant to his ear. i Ada, come to my room as soon as you are disengaged,’ said Mrs. Daizell in.a low tone to her daughter, who, with her guests, were about leaving the breakfast room on the succeeding morning. Ada nodded a ready assent, wonder ing what new amusement Mama had in con templation for her friends. The same subject was still engrossing the thoughts of Mrs. Daizell, and the more she pon dered it in her mind the more determined be came her resolutions. Ada, she argued, will not—cannot be so blind to her own interest, as to persist in linking her future destiny with that of a nameless dependant on an other’s bounty. The proud name of Ada Dalzelle to be merged into what? A name that was the gift of oharity. No; she should never bring herself so low, and Mrs. Dalzelle paced her chamber floor with more excitement than her calm, cold nature was want to exhibit. But what wouid the Ralstons think and say? They.were a family of undoubted standing, and could not be insulted with impunity. But let their opinions be what they would, she had marked out her own oourse, and would pursue it. ‘Reject Reinhold! accept Arthur Bryonl’ and Ada looked at her mother with a surprised % and i jwiidered air, after attentively listening for some minutes to her discourse. * Why in the first place mama, Mr. Bryon has nevetgiven me an opportunity of accepting him; and surely you would not have the proud Ada Dal zelle stoop to make such a proposition to him, she said, unconsciously imitating the tone and vesture of her mother. The angry blood mounted to the brow of Mrs. Dalzelle. She was not accustomed to con tradictions, even from her petted child. ‘ Ada,’ she returned, looking in her face, and speaking in a firm and steady voice, ‘ I hWe made up my mind, and you shall obey.’ The defiant Hash in Ada’s eyes showed her mother that her own spirit was not wanting in that of her daughter. ‘ Mama, she commenced, with a slightly quivering tone, why did you not object to Reinhold before? You are familiar with the whole of his past life, and I have often heard you apply the epithets of noble, good, and generous to him; what has he now dona to forfeit your good will, and merit all this from you ? He is far superior to Arthur Bryon, with ail his boasted noble blood. I would just as soon think of receiving a caress from Linnie’s long eared poodle as from that little ape, deetted in all the splendors of a merchant tailor; and I tell you once for all I will not reject Reinhold,’ and her hand was already on the door. ' Ada,’ and the voice of Mrs. Dalzelle was a tew degrees softer, as she intercepted her move.- menVVJNplaying as little passion utf she tOik’C .o.noi leave ttiac manner, but wßu? yaqrt j ffftlmly t.hiW over wmtj have said. <£>am your motherland have s feel an interest in your welfare,’ and the arro gant tone of authority was exchanged for the more gentle powers of persuasion which she knew so well bow to use to advadlage. She re alized the danger of defeating her object through hasty or passionate measures. Ada threw herself iuto the designated chair, appareutly in no mood for persuasion; but when an nour later she joined her companions in the parlor, no ripple disturbed the happy suu- Bhine of her face. Although Ada might have uttered the truth when she told her mother that Arthur Bryan had never given her an opportunity of showing her preference, sne well kuew that it had been her own fault; and tnat one encouraging look or smile from herself would bring him an hum ble devotee at her shrine. Throughout the day she moved with the caim dignity of one who had sacrificed much to attain a noble end.— Had she not consented to cast from her, as a worthless thing, the love of her playmate friend for that of a comparative stranger. But then, did not the object justify the act?— Would it not be very selfish in her to sacrifice the interest of the younger members of the family to a silly school girl notion of love and constancy ? Alter all, love was a name—an empty sound; and her mama said the longer she lived would but prove it. Mama had given her a little of her own experience.— Did she not marry papa, who was almost her triple in age, tor wealth and position in the world, when, if she had followed her own in clinations at that time, as Ada wanted to do now, she might have been plodding through life as a poor school teacher or something 01 the kina—oh, horrors ! Yes, mama was right; one must look beiore tney leap, and study eacn side of tne question before the die is cast. — Then what an advantage such an alliance on her part would be, as the eldest representative of the family, to Ben, Charley and little Linme. Mama had told tor tint morning what she had no idea of before : that papa had really worked and made his own fortune in his younger tfiys; that his wealth did not descend from lathe* to son tor generations past. How how delightful it would he to travel over Europe, and wander through the grand old halls of ancestrel rela tives, and if she didn’t love Artnur very much she could ‘ respect ’ him. Mama bad oqiy ‘ re spected ’ papa, and she was sure they lived very happily together. Mama always addressed him, as ‘ my dear,’ and ‘my love;’ and had her Southern Field and Fireside. AT THREE POfcUAKS Per ANNIJWI. * own way in everything. Now inuat she yield to a weakness that her mother had so success fully overcome. No, she would conquer them and be strong, and. in order to do this, she must meet Reinhold as seldom as possible. She could not hear las searching glances, to read her inmost soul When she did meet him it must be in a crowd. When her visitors left, she would spend a month with cousin Laura, then she could write to him, and tell him that she had claimed a woman’s privilege of chang ing her mind. CHAPTER VI. How vain all ontward efforts to supply The soul with joy ! The noontide sun Is dark, And music discord, when the heart is low. The musical rehearsal of Julia Hinton was proving quite a success. Very little music and a great deal of talk was the order of the even ing. What if the rain did fall in torrents, and every gust of wind sent it rattliDg against the window sash ? It could all be drowned in the magic of sweet sounds. The gay Julia was in her ‘element,’ with a crowd of lively compan ions around her, and never satisfied without ex citement of some kind. Sue had impressed it upon the minds ot her friends, that it was very important that they should keep in practice their musical talent by meeting once a week, for their mutual benefit and improvement. ‘ Reinbold Ralston, you are certainly the most, provoking man 1 ever met,’ and Julia 1 Hinton threw a piece of music *6 the opposite side of the piaao, and pushed the stool back, ‘yoit knoij« that.stupid piece never whs beara ble withodt the note accompUfinflebi; and I tola you yesterday as plainly as I ceula speak to bring your flute. What do you expect to do? stand all the evening and hold your hands ? I suppose you would have forgotten to oring your self had 1 omitted a certain attraction in the programme;’ aua she looked towards Ada, who was sitting at some distance from them, hold ing a guitar, and apparently examining a sheet of music. ‘But as Sbakespear says, ‘To be wise and love exceeds man’s mignt.’ Now Reinnie, do be yourself again. You look as though the worm had been feeding on the damask of your cheek.’ , * Miss Julia seems to have been diving deeply in poetical lore. Is Sbakespear a favorite au thor ?’ asked Author Bryon approaching, and leaning on the instrument. ‘No—yes,’ answered Julia, with a puzzled countenance. ‘ When I feel in a humor for moralizing I like to read his works, and then, too, he Bays such witty things sometimes; but I believe Byron, Goldsmith, Pope, Milton, and Poliok, are ail equal favorites; aud Julia looked round complacently to see the effect of her words.” * Phew 1’ and All Hinton stood at his sister's elbuw, * why really Julia, you have a better memory than I gave you credit for; I know you have been studying the dictionary of poetical quotations for the last two weeks, bat 1 bad no idea that you had learned your lesson so well* ‘Perhaps a peep into it might refresh your own memory a little; for, if I mistake not, I heard you, a few days ago, qnote Byron and give Campbell the credit. But as far as that was concerned, you mignt have repeated Mother Goose from the beginning to the end, and said it was from Milton, for all that the lit tle angelic creature, you were talking to, knew about poetry or authors,’ returned Julia, not in the least abashed. To upset her equilibrium was rather a difficult matter; but she thought it was too provoking in AH, when being intel ligent was not usually her forte, to throw such an air of ridicule over her remarks, aud before Arthur Bryon too, who always had a quotation at his tongue’s end; but she would remember it» and enjoy his discomfiture on some future occasion. ‘ Will you not sing this piece for me?' and Reinbold presented a favorite song to Ada ‘I am tired singing,’ was her languid renly without raising her eyes to his fao» He drew back, replaced the song on the mua j c IVOL 1.-NUMBER 3.