younger men after the fall of Charleston; but he met with the usual share of suffering and loss that fell to the Whigs. In Cunningham's bloody foray, October, 1781, his house and provisions were destroyed. He and most of his family had sought safety by removal to Broad River. His son Robert, born in 1760, was one of the expedition against the Cherokees in 1776, under his father's command, and took part in the battles of Stono, Musgrove's Mill, and Black Locks in 1780, and the Cowpens, January 17th, 1781. After Greene raised the siege of Ninety-Six, the family of the elder Gillam resided on Broad River to escape attacks by the Loyalists. Mrs. Susan Finley, a widowed daughter of Major Gillam, occupied the old place. Her brother Robert had just finished hauling in the crop of corn, and had left the homestead to follow his relatives to Broad River, when Cunningham's party, on their bloody march, reached the place. They immediately set fire to the dwelling-house, corn-crib, and outhouses. Mrs. Finley was acquainted with many of the party, and entreated one of them to save a bed for her. He did so, and put it in the smoke-house, the only building left standing on the premises. Robert Gillam, meanwhile, ignorant of what had taken place, was moving leisurely on his journey. reaching Mudlick, he was hailed by Ben Collier, who, though a Tory, loved his neighbor, and informed him of the movements of the Bloody Scout under Cunningham, also of the murder of John Caldwell. Pointing to the smoke from the ruins of his house, visible in the distance, he bade him fly for his life. Gillam obeyed the friendly warning, and, before the morning sun arose upon him, was in safety. On After the war, he married Elizabeth Caldwell, the aunt of John C. Calhoun. BENJAMIN EDDINS. Benjamin Eddins, the grandfather of Major William Eddins, was captured in some partisan affair, and was confined at Ninety-Six as a prisoner of war. The Tories took advantage of his incarceration to go and plunder his house. They compelled his wife to deliver up all his money and every valuable article she possessed, and were so brutal as to strike and wound her so seriously that she bore the mark to her grave. They then fired the dwelling and outhouses. In a few moments, the patriot's home was in ruins, and his family was turned out shelterless and pennyless. But the courage of the Spartan hero did not falter. Colonel Cruger, commander of the garrison at Ninety-Six, desired the services of Eddins as a pilot for his foraging parties. He came to visit him, and offered him liberty, liberal wages, a commission in the British army, and full indemnity for all his property which had been plundered and destroyed, if he would consent to serve. The offers were rejected with scorn. Threats of severe punishment were then resorted to. To these, he replied: "I am your prisoner; you may inflict on me any cruelty your imagination can invent; you may hitch a horse to each of my limbs, and tear my body into four pieces; or you can (baring his bosom) cut out my heart, and drain it of its last drop of blood; but, sir, my services belong to my country; and you can never command them."' This bold answer so impressed Cruger with respect for the patriot, that he liberated him at once, without even a parole. He was soon after seen in the ranks of General Pickens's command, and served to the end of the war. MY FIRST LOVE. BY PRAIRIE FAY. Он, never, never, never more Gave joy to my untutored heart; And the tales she read seemed true By the seashore was our dwelling, To ride on the deep wild sea; And the autumn came, not frowning, Long sad months his mother waited For the dread and fearful tale At length it came, the fearful truth! O'erpower'd by fire, flood, or thirst. They told the wild words o'er and o'er : He and his crew 'gainst pirate hordes Lifted their swords, red-hued with gore! And he, my Clarence, bravest lad, They took, they made a captive slave: Oh, better far to have won and laid His lifeless form within the grave. When we heard the fearful words, His mother beat her breast and wailed; I only bit my pallid lip, While from my face all color paled. And when long years had passed away, And, with her head upon my breast, And when time's wing to rest had fanned The bitter pangs that rent my brain, Another took me by the hand, And I-I learned to love again. Oh, I am blest yet in my dreams The veil I vainly strive to tear That hides the strange wild fate of him, Of Clarence, my boy-lover fair. THE FADED FLOWER. BY MRS. CLARA B. HEATH. UPON a downy bed of moss, Just underneath a chestnut-tree, With dainty dewy web across, And leaves as green as they could be, Reclined a starry-snowy flower I did not know the name it bore; "Twas lovely as the tiny shower That sparkled all its petals o'er. Anon the sunbeams drank the dew As Sol rose higher in the sky; The fate of that sweet flower I knew, Too well I knew that it must die. "Twas even so; for soon it drooped Upon its warm and mossy bed, And ere the sultry hour of noon, The flower, so well belov'd, was dead! "Twas thus our precious darling came- And died ere autumn's chilly show'rs. LIFE'S STAGE. BY C. H. M. WE actors turn with each in and out, We enter the play well armed for fight, With doubt, and hope, and tragic start, In the ever changing scene: But soon the stage is filled again, 'GONE HOME!"' BY THE LATE D. HARDY, JR. SHE's gone in her beauty, Like snow-drops are folded Her hands on her breast; She lies like a statue Of some Grecian art, With cheeks that are pallid, And a cold hushed heart. A smile is still resting Upon her sweet face, With us, through life's mazes, With the angelic throng, A grave we will make her Shall be wet by the fountains "CATCH THE SUNSHINE." BY NANNIE OH! "Through a crack in the shutters darted a solitary sunbeam, falling directly across the babe's coverlet. The little one had probably been awakened by it, and was evidently highly delighted with the bright intruder. Both hands were outstretched to grasp the golden pencil that broke into fragments in the dimpled fingers. "Catch the sunshine,' was all that Hattie said, as she kissed both mother and child."-LADY'S BOOK, January, 1858. THROUGH a tiny crevice darting, Glanced the sunshine's golden ray, Falling, like a flash of glory, Soon the brightness so unwonted Opened wide those laughing eyes, See, the pearly "dimpled fingers" Oh! the roguish, laughing sunshine, How the little angel baby Sports with summer's rosy light, Never thinking of the night. Let us seek to "catch the sunshine;" Joy itself in many a measure, With sweet smiling peace of mind. THE POET'S MISTRESS. BY R. V. SHELDON, ESQ. I KNOW a little hand, "Tis the softest in the land, Lily white and resting now, Well I prize, all hands above, I know a little lip Very sweet it is to sip It returns them without grief, Well I prize, all lips above, This dear lip of her I love. I know a little waist; 'Tis by all the fairies graced; They have there their own form placed, Honored they. When it in my arm is prest, Wild with pleasure there 'twill rest, All the day. Well I prize, all waists above, This dear waist of her I love I know a little foot: Very cunningly 'tis put Like a shuttle it ever flies As it glides. Well I prize, all feet above, This dear foot of her I love. I know a little heart; It is free from courtly art, Ever it beats with music tone, LINES TO MISS E. H. H. BY G. R. CALVERT. I AM musing, Nellie, musing Of the good and guileless truth. I am pausing, Nellie, pausing And a spirit stands beside me Pointing onward all the while; Sure no wrong can e'er betide me When a hand like thine will guide me, And a sweet and sunny smile. Oh, the day were dark without thee, And the noon were more than night, Were your image not about me To reanimate and cheer me With its holy spirit light. "FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE." BY H. C. I TOOK thee, in thy youthful prime, The husband of my heart to be; I promised, in my marriage vow, Forsaking all, to keep but thee; I vowed, through good and ill report, That I would love, would serve, obey, Would keep, through sickness and through health; That vow I will renew to-day. I will not leave thee, now disease Has thinned thy form and paled thy cheek, Have made that vigorous arm so weak. And wipe the cold sweat from thy brow. I will not leave thee! though the world I will not leave thee! though this cell Be all the home thou call'st thine own; I will not leave thee! in one heart Has chill'd love's fervor in my veins. I hear the world's condemning voice: I would not leave thee did I know That all the world's reproach were true That, 'neath some great temptation's power, Had plunged, without remorse, in crime; Thine, and thine only, for all time. And, though my presence might not take I might point out some ray of hope Like the fond hopes once mine own, For her coming now I wait! She will sing there nevermore! Where's the dream of earthly bliss Imaged in life's morning smile, That I now as sadly miss As the earth the raindrop's kiss, With its fervid glow the while, Like a weary lamb from play- And the dream comes nevermore! So it is with every song, So with all our brightest dreamsThose that bless us make us strong For the rugged path we throng! Like a living joy they come, Till it sometimes even seems And we know them nevermore ! TO MY COUSIN HELEN. BY HELEN HAMILTON. THOU dost not call my mother thine, For thee within my heart. I know too well thou canst not give Two sisters thine affection share, Yet love me, dear one! I have been I cannot claim a sister's kiss, NEVERMORE! BY LILLIAN. WHERE's the bird that used to sing Early at my window-sillFolding there her dewy wing For a morning offering, Like some angel dream of night, Making all my being thrill With enrapturing delight? THE WAR WREATH. A beautiful hamlet destroyed by the flames. Crown Mars with this wreath while ye sing a gay song, BROKEN MUSIC. (Inscribed to her who inspired it.) BY H. CLAY PREUSS. THE beautiful form of spring-time For the summer that 's cold and dead! I feel that my circle of life With the summer sadly closes, Have perished with the roses. I did not deem to wake again My harp to earthly numbers, Like the breeze of an eastern clime, May never come back to me, Oh, frail, too frail is the temple For the fire that glows within, And the sunshine that follows the shadows I know that the spirits of angels Have come from their beautiful spheres To guard and to guide thee, sweet sister, Through this valley of darkness and tears. Oh, rare are the gems of the spirit Which Heaven intrusts to thy keeping, And rich is the harvest to garner When the time shall arrive for the reaping: And oh! 'tis the prayer of the minstrel, Whose harp will soon die out in sighs, That thou may'st live out the angel Which gleams through those beautiful eyes. SONNET.-SADNESS. BY E. P. JOHNSON. "My heart is sad! and yet I know not grief; And we ne'er feel that satiety which cloys, Might seem a shadow of the joys that heaven itself invites. WE pay my first, and sometimes grumble when Often to the question "How d'ye do?" My whole, alas! is uttered but in pain- If uttered-but-indeed there is a time ENIGMAS. 8. Or old I was the shepherd's joy, In smoke is now my pleasure found, 9. In every light and everywhere A PUZZLE. I AM composed of twenty-six letters. My 16, 9, 11, is a conjunction. My 4, 25, 15, is known among cards. My 2, 15, 18, 11, 14, is the fate of all. My 14, 8, 21, 1, is what we all can have. My 24, 8, 13, is a negative. My 3, 23, 17, 17, is what we all have. My 23, 19, 26, is known in winter. My 12, 4, 24, 2, 20, 15, 10, 25, 12, 23, 1, 7, is an article of dress. My 11, 5, 9, 24, 20, is part of a tree. My 7, 18, 24, is necessary in a southern climate. My 5, 8, 18, 10, is heard in the thunder. My 12, 8, 8, 21, is seen on Broadway. My 19, 4, 16, 23, 24, 1, 13, is found in a lady's boudoir. My whole was known at the Battle of Cressy. |