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She saw many an old friend laid to his last rest, and among these was Hedley Vicars, with whom she had been associated in much good work in Jamaica. Mary Seacole was known to have a very poor opinion of our French ally, but a wounded Frenchman received as much attention from her as an Englishman.
The fight must have lasted for half an hour, when about a dozen of the Cavaliers raised a shout, and made a dash at where General Hedley was slowly retreating, their object being evidently to take him prisoner before, from sheer exhaustion, the pursuit was given up. But the idea was not so easy to carry out, though for the moment the general was alone.
His sword had already dealt with two of the foe, and was again uplifted, when a musket shot, fired at close quarters, severed an artery; and the work on earth of this gallant man was over. Hedley Vicars was a true soldier and earnest Christian. The last words he wrote, penned the night before he died, were: "I spent the evening with Cay. I read Isaiah, xli.; and he prayed.
I am surprised to find how fresh the memory of my brother Hedley still remains in the minds of people, who I thought would have been too young to have heard of him at the time of his death, or too old to remember now what they had heard and read. Miss Mason and her friend spoke about him with such real feeling, and said they had been brought up on his "memoirs." Mrs.
One day messengers came bringing news to the little inn which had gradually become head-quarters from the coming there of General Hedley, and the centre to which reinforcements were continually gathering that the king's men were once more in force, and preparations were made for a hasty move. "Far sooner than I could wish, my boy," said the colonel, as he sat beside his son after a busy day.
They cheer and groan in unison, which has a curious effect. Letter No. 12. November 7th, Brunswick Hotel, New York. I am not sure whether I wrote up my journal to this date, Wednesday, 5th. On that morning Hedley and I went by elevated railway to get money from the bank, and pay for our passages in Cunard boat, the Oregon, on the 12th. After luncheon, Mrs.
Neilson mere is a very nice old lady, with white hair, and something like you. She spoke about my brother Hedley, and tears came into her eyes as we talked; everyone here seems to have read his memoirs, and I enclose a scrap out of the New Brunswick paper, which will show you how he is remembered. Mrs.
Fred's position prevented him from seeing exactly who were numbered among the prisoners, and at that moment the general drew rein at their side. "You shouldn't have let them fire the place, Hedley," said Colonel Forrester, in a voice full of reproach. "It was not our doing, man. Some of their own party started it. There was a fire in the big dining-room.
Through the influence of our, I might almost say miraculous, friend, Frank Hedley, we shall be permitted to witness the proceedings from a retired corner of the saloon, in company with crockery and waiters and other debris of the feast." At the appointed time the company assembled, and enjoyed as good a luncheon as money could procure.
Bruen and her family, and Professor Shields and many others speak to me as if I was quite a friend, because of my relationship to Hedley! Isn't this curious after thirty years?
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