The Southern soldier.
One of the most touching and beautiful passages in that dear old book, the Vicar of Wakefield, is that in which the son of the good old man is going to join the army and his father "gives him all he had,--his blessing." Thousands of Southern parents have doubles had the same sentiment in their hearts, if not the same language on their lips as this; "And now, my boy," cried I, "thou art going to fight for thy country, remember how thy brave grandfather fought for his sacred King, when loyalty among Britens was a virtue. Go, my boy, and imitate him in all but his misfortune, it was a misfortune to die with Lord Falkland. Go, my boy, and if you fall, though natant, exposed, and unwept for by those that love you, the most precious tears are those with which Heaven bedews the unburied head of a soldier."
