The Life of General Francis Marion
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第72章 Chapter (5)

So many efforts to save him, both by friends and generous foes, could not be made, unknown to colonel Haynes. But he appeared perfectly indifferent about the result! and when told that they had all failed, he replied with the utmost unconcern -- "Well, thank God, lord Rawdon cannot hurt me. He cannot be more anxious to take my life than I am to lay it down."With his son, a youth of thirteen, who was permitted to stay with him in the prison, colonel Haynes used often to converse, in order to fortify him against the sad trial that was at hand. And indeed it was necessary, for seldom has a heavier load been laid on a tender-hearted youth.

War, like a thick cloud, had darkened up the gay morning of his days: the grave had just closed her mouth on a mother who doted on him;and he now beheld his only parent, a beloved father, in the power of his enemies, loaded with irons, and condemned to die.

With cheeks wet with tears, he sat continually by his father's side, and looked at him with eyes so piercing and sad, as often wrung tears of blood from his heart.

"Why," said he, "my son, will you thus break your father's heart with unavailing sorrow? Have I not often told you, that we came into this world but to prepare for a better? For that better life, my dear boy, your father is prepared. Instead then of weeping, rejoice with me, my son, that my troubles are so near an end. To-morrow, I set out for immortality.

You will accompany me to the place of my execution; and when I am dead, take and bury me by the side of your mother."The youth here fell on his father's neck, crying, "Oh my father! my father!

I will die with you! I will die with you!"

Colonel Haynes would have returned the strong embrace of his son;but, alas! his hands were loaded with irons. "Live," said he, "my son, live to honor God by a good life; live to serve your country;and live to take care of your brother and little sisters!"The next morning colonel Haynes was conducted to the place of execution.

His son accompanied him. Soon as they came in sight of the gallows, the father strengthened himself and said -- "Now, my son, show yourself a man.

That tree is the boundary of my life, and of all my life's sorrows.

Beyond that, the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest.

Don't lay too much to heart our separation from you; it will be but short.

'Twas but lately your dear mother died. To-day I die. And you, my son, though but young, must shortly follow us.""Yes, my father," replied the broken-hearted youth, "I shall shortly follow you: for indeed I feel that I cannot live long."And so it happened unto him. For on seeing his father in the hands of the executioner, and then struggling in the halter, he stood like one transfixed and motionless with horror.

Till then he had wept incessantly; but soon as he saw that sight, the fountain of his tears was staunched, and he never wept more.

It was thought that grief, like a fever, burnt inwardly, and scorched his brain, for he became indifferent to every thing around him, and often wandered as one disordered in his mind. At times, he took lessons from a fencing master, and talked of going to England to fight the murderer of his father. But he who made him had pity on him, and sent death to his relief. He died insane, and in his last moments often called on the name of his father, in terms that brought tears from the hardest hearts.

I hope my reader will not suppose, from these odious truths which I have been telling him about the British and tories, that I look on them as worse than other men; or that I would have him bear an eternal hatred against them. No, God forbid. On the contrary, I have no doubt on my mind, that the British and tories are men of the same passions with ourselves. And I also as firmly believe, that, if placed in their circumstances, we should have acted just as they did.

Upon honor this is my conviction now; but it was not always so: for I confess there was a time, when I had my prejudices against them, and prejudices, too, as strong as those of any other man, let him be who he would. But thank God those prejudices, so dishonorable to the head, and so uneasy to the heart, are done away from me now. And from this most happy deliverance, I am, through the divine goodness, principally indebted to my honored friend, general Marion, of whose noble sentiments, on these subjects, I beg leave to give the reader some little specimen in the next chapter.