VOLUME VJil.CBAWFOBDSVILLE, MONTIWE K!f£W IT WOULD RAILWc knew it won’tl rain, for all the morn A spirit, on slender ropes of mist,Was lowering Its golden bucket down Into the vapory nmethy**’Of marshes and swamps and diurnal fen s-Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, tapping the jewels out of tlie sea,To sprinkle them over the land in showers!0We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves—the ember grain Shrunk in the wind—and the lightning now la tangled in tremulous skeins of rain I* rWOMEN OF THE REVOLUTION,William Caldwell and Bcbecca, his wife, emigrants from Ireland, removed from Pennsylvania to Virginia about the year 1749, and settled in Charlotte County.— Their ancestors were French Huguenots, who fled from France in 1685, after the revocation of the edict of Nantes; part of the family settling in Scotland, and the rest in Ireland. At his death, this Caldwell left four sons and five daughters, among whom was Elizabeth, the subject of this article,born in October, 1757.In 1770, the widowed mother removedwith her family to South Carolina, and settled on Mill Creek, in Newberry District-She was persuaded to choose that locality by her eldest son, John, who was an active •and enterprising young man, and had gained distinction as a surveyor. He had previously been engaged in exploring that part of South Carolina.The second daughter, Martha, became flic wife of Patrick Calhoun, and the moth-determined wickedness could not he abash- j aged me to go on with my work, and try to cd before the clear eyes of honor and vir- j do the best I could. My meal was finish-tue, when irresponsible power was in the j ed; I mounted the log, cut it off, and hands of such wretches. As Caldwell j thought no more about running away.” came within a few paces of the leader of j By honest and patient industry, the the party, the latter deliberately drew a j Gillams overcame their early difficulties*pistol, took aim at his heart, and fired.— The major sank to the ground, and in a few moments expired.Mrs. Caldwell—the widow—always persisted in her assertion that the shot was fired by “Bloody Bill Cunningham” himself. But the account of another person, who knew the victim well, was, that the deed was committed by two videttes, who happened to he in advance of their captain;and obtained a respectable competence.TThished her h city c expelt; joum her.3Irs. Gillam became the mother of six cliil-1 dren. She was married to a second bus-\ w v (• *4 A 4 •or- r * * * . f ' ^ 'jTj, ^ ^ • - ■ -Jb \ y ws ; w ^ ^ wrnv,band—William T. Sheppard. In her old age she resided with her son, General James Gillam, a highly respected citizen of Abbeville, and lived to a great age. She and all the other members of the Caldwell family were Presbyterians; and she trained her children according to the sacredand that when Cunningham arrived, he af- maxims which had guided her own early fected to deplore the bloody tragedy, pro- lifc 5 tkou£h lier literary culture was limit-testing that he would as soon have shot his own father! The account given in “Cur-win’s Memoirs” confirms this statement.The compunction of the Tory leader, if real, was short-lived. His men entered the garden with their horses, and rode up and down in fierce and ficndlike sport.— Then they burst into the house, plundered it of everything they chose to carry off, and set it on fire, watching the flames with hateful glee as they rose on high and wrapped the building, and riding off with yells of satisfaction. The scared inmates were left to seek shelter where they could, and the widow’ seated in the yard beside her slaughtered husband.Not many months after this tragical occurrence, a lad named James Creswell, who afterwards rose to the dignity of colonel,111Acd to elementary instruction. She had been baptized in infancy by the Rev. Patrick Henry, uncle to Virginia’s great orator.In her ninety-second year, she was in good health and able to take active exercise, though deprived of the sight of one eye. She had a kind and honest face, possessed a vigorous mind, with untiring industry and energy, and was cheerful, good-humored, and fond of social intercourse.— She added the crown of eminent piety to the excellence of her character as a w’ife and mother.Rebecca Caldwell—her mother, and the grandmother of John C. Calhoun—died at at Mill Creek, in 1807, at the age of ninety-nine.MISSOURI COMPROMISE.Asafloat built, macklt; in 18;long; hundi screw three Greatthirtyyear ] out of river 1sevenShe d Portiacoast r take tl The lcties olEaslc*front ■ depotRailrbto Cas for vcs and aobstaci site of ed “do stantia to lie 1; that th one ofI...