Richmond Enquirer

The following beautiful lines were composed as a tribute of gratitude to the young man who nobly rescued an only child of an agonized mother from a house in flames, during the late conflagration at New York.

St. Clairsville Gazette.

Brave youth! this deed of thine last night
Doth honor more
thy name
Than if victorious in the fight
Thou'dst raise thy country's fame.
To gain the wreath which now I lay
Upon thy youthful head,
Not envy's tongue can ever say
One drop of blood was shed!
When tossed upon the stormy deep,
Thou walk'st thy watch at night
Or in thy cot below, asleep,
This harp will be in sight--
And like the "Cherub" o'er thy path
A look-out keep for thee:
And if engaged in battle's wrath,
From danger 'ill keep thee free.
A mother's prayers will now each night,
For thee ascend on high;
And she will have--oh, blessed sight!--
Her infant kneeling by.
Whom she will teach to lisp a prayer,
And raise its little hands,
To beg that thou may'st be the care
Of him "who all commands."