MOURNFUL TRAGEDY.
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lie death of John Webb, David Morrow, John Harris
nry Lewis, David Hunt, and Edward Lindsey; 81,
li'iamen who were condemned to die, the sentenc,
proved by Major Gen. JACKSON, and by his order thu
loe six shot,
o did you hear that pIantve cry,
Borne on the southern breezep
Saw you John Harris, earnest pray
For mercy, on his knees
Low to tli e earth he bent, and prayd
For pardon from his chief;
But to his earnest prayer for life
jackson alas was deaf.
g. s'Spare me'-he said" meant no wrong
My heart was always true
" First for my Country's cause it beat,
"And next, great Chief, for you.
"We thought our time of service out
"-Thought it our right to go:
"We meant to violate no law;
"Nor w,sl,'d to shun the foe.
sour officers declared that we
+" Had but three months to stay;
/" We Sc we'd those three months faithfully,
"UP to the latest day.
'.No one suspects intended wrong;
" The Judgment only erred;
SIN such u case, o noble Chief,
"Let mercy's voice be heard.
aAt home an aged mother waits
"To clasp her only son;
ga wife, and nine small children
"Ths arm depend upon.
"Cut me not off from those dear ties.
''Nor send me to my doom,
0 'tls dreadful thing to die,


Sand moulder in the tomb!
"Sure mercy is a noble gem


"On every Chieftans brow;
"More sparkling than dadem:
90! exercise il now"
twas all in vain, John Harris prayr,
'Tis past the SOUPS belief!
Hard as the flint was Jackson's heart:
lie would not grant relief.
He nrder'd Harris out to die,


And five poor fellows more
Young gallant men in prime of life
10 welter in their gore!
Methnks hear the muff1ed drum,
And see the column move;
--Lo here they come How sad their looks
Farewell to life and love!
See six black coffins rang'd along,


Six graves before them made;
Webb, Lindsey. Harriss, Lewis, Hunt,
And Morrow kneeled and prayed.
They kneepd and pray'd, and thought of LOVE,
And ali its dear delights.
The deadly tubes are levelled now


The scene my soul affrignts
Sure lie will spare Sure Jackson yet


Will all reprievc but one
o harl those shrieks that cry of death
Th, dreadful deed is done
All six militia men were shot;


AND o it seems to me;
A dreadful deei--a bloody act


Of needless craety