Unto her question: "Where is James, thy brother?
Oh! I shall never, nevermore return;
My fate is sealed in his ; I, too, shall die.
Bradburn.
Despair not, faithful friend! If he is dead.
His blood, shed in the cause of Liberty,
Will rise like incense to the heavenly throne;
Who in return will pour His comfort's balm
Into thine mother's heart with angel's voice.
But if alive, trust that thou shalt behold
His face again; for cruel though they be,
The enemy will hardly disregard
The laws of human mercy as to lay
Their hands on one so young, so fair, so brave.
Wilt thou not ascertain through flag of truce,
If he be 'mong the living or the dead?
Crockett.
This was the subject which in coming here
We were discussing. Hard as it may seem,
'"Twere meanwhile scarcely prudent to expose
More precious lives to Mexican revenge.
The more, as they have raised since their defeat
A jet-black flag,—I know not, if to show
That all seems black to them, or that they bear
Black marks from all the blows received through us.
The only means to mend this " casus belli,"
As we in Congress styled such knotty point,
