The Free South, 1864-11-19

wolves ior tne approach of prey I And in oolamn on, onward we dashed into the midst of them, tearing and crashing, overwhelming and crashing! And many a brave heart was then stilled forever,? fighting for the old flag they had never deserted?fear was unknown to them? nobly they fell! And the whistling shell with its hideous screech, and the solid oonical shot, swept over and around ns as thick as the hail the heavens hurl earthwards?telling tales of homes made desolate, and the weepings and wailings of broken hearts. There was no soothing melody to attune the senses. Here devildom was dominant ; only harsh, disoordaat noises fell upon the ear, and, men who stood shoulder to shoulder were oompelled to seream to make themselves heard! The hand of God had shut the eyes of stars, and veiled the vision from the faoe of ths moon 1 It was a fierce and sanguinary spectacle. Its grandeur was towering high?it was overwhelming t Those who witnessed it, will never, I am sure, forget it, e'en should the Reaper suffer them to pass the allotted three score years and ten. The fight was over and the victory won! After As battle /?the Demon of TWtrnfltinn wfaJ fcmm Ulw?.

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urn; l muni to my. story. A little over five years ago I found myself at the Island of St Helena. It was a beautiful night in May. Our ship had touched here to procure water, and its worthy, but unromantio skipper, decided that it was advisable to remain but two or three hours for the purpose of filling our tanks. There was no conveyance to take me to Napoleon's old grave, and as the distance thither was six miles or more from our landing point, it was an impossibility to walk it and return in season to leave with my ship. So, in despair and sullen grief, I abandoned my long contemplated visit to the spot where they laid him, and where now the willow bends weeping, and the Acacia keeps lonely vigil. We wandered through the principal street of the island town, and left the shore just as the setting sun threw his last rays on island and ocean?beautiful and changing as are the hues of the dying dolphin in his last agonies?or like the last ling nncrWja nf the Rwtn. the sweetest in

plumes, and the sad procession more on its winding way among the hills to the lonely grave where they laid him. Isaw it all. I witnessed the end of the tragedy! Fancy had woven a spell about me I dreaded to sever. I was chained to the spot by a species of fascination I could not cast off, and lingered long, drinking in the beauty of the soene?and when at last a fair wind sprang up, and we spread our wings for another flight, and steered away from the island, the silver tin tings of the bright May-moon glistening on our white sails as they were flung out to the breeze, making us look I like a phantom thing, I heaved a deep, deep sigh, [and wondered should I ever look on a spectacle so grand, so peculiarly impressive, so sublime again ! It was a spectacle sublime in Peace?in grandeur ?in suggestions t It gave birth to lofty imaginings I Sinoe then I have witnereed another? how different it was, and yet it was grand, i a ?..n_ vii t I).., x.

nature exhausted itself, and wearied with taunts and tyrants, he sought his chamber to lie down and die. And the tramp of armies, the surge and crash of battle ?the fatal charge of the old guard, the hand to hand encounter, the stirring strains of martial music, the waring aloft of battered eagles and tattered pennons, the shriek of the wounded, and then the grand shout of victory?ovtrtoh^minglg grand, all these I saw, and heard and powdered at t-z-And then methought I wandered away over the ssa till I came and stood at the bedside of the dying Emperor on this barren isle, The same flash was in his eye that had kindled there on so many fields of battle?and I saw his lips move, and I listened, and eaught the words, "fete<farnue!" the last hearer uttered, and with them the soul of earth's greatest went out into the night 1?A strain of mournful music swept past I saw the long fountain drip of funeral

| death. The water was like the neck of a do ve,. changing with purple and gold. The ship was lying lazily at anchor some distanoe off, and it gave us a long poll to reach her. The evening was sultry, bnt soon the start came out, and we forgot the oppressive heat in contemplating the i charms nature had woven around us. I j j sat watching that grand old rock, which ' had been made so famous?wrapped up in ihe gloom of its own solitude, and in whose long shadows we were lying, with mingled foelings of admiration and awe, it looked so black and threatening?a dense, dark mass. Deep silence reigned over alL The murmuring lips of Old Ocean were sealed by the hand of sleep, and scarce a sound issued from the fleet that had nestled under the island's lee. At long intervals we could catch the driD of the suspended

i oar of some water loiterer, or the oomi plaining murmur of the surf would appeal to our sympathies as it told its story to the smooth pebbles ou the beaoh, or dashed against the rooks adown whose maimed and patient faces tears trickle forever. How beautiful the water looked, with the stars lingering like floating jewels on its bosom, mirrored as clear as in a glass. Soon great heavy clouds-came out and hung over the brow of the island, as if they had some dark sorrow to release there, or were about to pour thereon a dreadful vengeance--and then, I thought, the charm was to be dispelled, and instead of being gladdened by a spectacle of grandeur and beauty, we were to be fretted by a storm. But lo ! a change! The moon, the weloome moon, came out, and won her slow way with .milo nn a fV,<? VOW tJ\oA fit

wauif on W/y ouiuei u|/ w w>u >v?j v. those black clouds, and then the picture he painted was beautiful beyond description ! She tipped them with a silver edge, she tipped the top of the rock island too with her silver wand, and as he gathered her radiance about her, and marched in triumph higher, still higher, on the dappled vault, like a queen followed by her glittering train?she chased away those clustering clouds which seemed like a black sorrow brooding there, and bathed island, and sea and ships with such a sweet and gentle light, and so soothing was the influence, that it seemed as if some Bright Being of a Better World were folding her dazzling wings around us. And now, how changed was the oene! The loae island, that had looked so grim and fierce, seemed graven