Posts Tagged ‘Winfield Scott’

The Close of a Dreary Day

March 25, 2010

The following anecdote was related to a writer in the Jerseyman, in a farm house in Virginia, during a night spent there some six years ago;

‘In December, 17_ _, towards the close of a dreary day, a woman with an infant child was discovered half buried in the snow, by a little Virginian, seven years old. The lad was returning from school, and hearing the moans of some one in distress, threw down his satchel of books, and repaired to the spot from whence the sound proceeded, with a firmness becoming one of riper years.

Raking the snow from the benumbed body of the mother, and using means to awaken her to a sense of her deplorable condition, the noble youth succeeded in getting her upon her feet; the infant nestling on its mother’s breast, turned its eyes towards their youthful preserver and smiled. as it seemed in gratitude for its preservation. With a countenance filled with hope, the gallant youth cheered the sufferer on, himself bearing within his tiny arms the infirm child, while the mother leaned for support on the shoulder of her little conductor. ‘My home is hard by,’ would he exclaim, as often as her spirits failed; and thus for three miles did he cheer onward to a happy haven the mother and child, both of whom otherwise must have perished had it not been for the humane feelings and perseverance of this noble youth.

A warm fire and kind attention soon relieved the sufferer, who, it appeared, was in search of her husband, an emigrant from New Hampshire, a recent purchaser of a farm in the neighborhood of ____, near this place. Diligent inquiry for several days found him, and in five months after, the identical house in which we are now sitting was erected, and received the happy family.

Major General Scott (Image from http://www.sonofthesouth.net)

The child grew up to manhood, entered the army, lost a limb at New Orleans, but returned to end his days, a solace to the declining years of his aged parents.’

‘Here,’ exclaimed the son, ‘I am the rescued one; there is my mother; and here, imprinted on my naked arm, is the name of the noble youth, our preserver!’

I looked, and read “WINFIELD SCOTT.’

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Jan 14, 1840

FOR SCOTT, BOYS, HURRAH!

January 18, 2010

From the N.Y. Tribune.

FOR SCOTT, BOYS, HURRAH!

BY ONE OF THE BOYS.

The Old men all remember —
as ‘it were but yesterday —
When Britian sought, on Freedom’s soil,
Againt to plant her sway,
The Old men all remember
Who hurled her back again —
‘Twas Winfield Scott at Chippewa,
‘Twas Scott, at Lundy’s Lane!
So fling for Scott the banner out,
And sing for Scott hurrah;
With him we can the Locos rout,
And win for Chippewa.

The Young men all remember —
‘Twas not five years ago —
Who led our boats to victory,
And conquered Mexico;
The Young men all remember
How Churabusco’s field,
And Vera Cruz, and Contreras,
Where made by Scott to yield!
So fling for Scott the banner out,
And sing for Scott hurrah;
With him we can the Locos rout,
And win for Chippewa.

The Old men and the Young men —
With Scott to lead the fight —
From hill and dale, from shore and wave,
Will rally and unite;
The Old men and the Young men —
With Scott to lead them on —
Will make the hero of two wars,
Their chief at Washington!
So fling for Scott the banner out,
And sing for Scott hurrah,
With him we can the Locos route,
And win for Chippewa.

The Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Aug 24, 1852