John Pendleton Kennedy,
Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory Ascendency
“ John! John! John! my dear boy, my brave son! How good and kind he was to us all! And how glad he was to get home to see us; and how much we made of him!""Silence, wife," said David Ramsay, "this is no time to hold back from our duty. Andrew, listen to me: remember your brother has met his death fighting against these monsters, who hate the very earth that nurses liberty. You are young, boy, but you can handle a musket; we will not forget your brother's death.""Nor the burning of a good house over your head, and a full barn, father; nor the frights they have given my poor mother." ”
