Fiction (?): In The Tented Field: mam. At the siege of Namur by the Allies, there were in the ranks of the company commanded by Captain Pincent, in Colonel Frederick Hamilton’s regiment, one Unnion, a corporal and one Valentine, a private sentinel. There happened between these two men a dispute about a matter of love, which upon some aggravation grew to an irreconcilable hatred. Unnion, being the officer of Valentine, took all opportunities even to strike his rival, and profess the spite and revenge which moved him to it. The sentinel bore it without resistance but frequently said he would die to be revenged of that tyrant. They had spent whole months thus — one injuring, the other complaining — when, in the midst of this rage towards each other, they were commanded upon the attack of the castle, when the corporal received a shot in the thigh and fell; the French pressing on, and he expecting to he trampled to death, called out to his enemy, “Ah, Valentine! can you leave me here? Valentine immediately ran back, and in the midst of a thick fire of the French took the corporal upon his back and brought through all that danger as far as the Abbey of Salsine, where a cannon ball took off his head: his body fell under his enemy whom he was carrying off. Unnion immediately forgot his wound, rose up, tearing his hair, and then threw himself upon the bleeding carcass crying,” Ah, Valentine! was it for me who have so barbarously used thee that thou hast died? I will not live after thee!” His comrades forced him from the body and brought him to a tent where his wounds were dressed; but the next day, still calling upon Valentine and lamenting his cruelties to him he died in the pangs of remorse and despair.
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