There, though twenty years have fled, THE HEROINE MARTYR OF MONTEREY. BY REV. J. G. LYONS. While the American forces under General Taylor stormed Monterey, a Mexican woman was seen going about among the wounded of both armies, binding up their wounds, and supplying them with food and water. While thus employed, she fell. She was next day buried by the Americans, amid an incessant discharge of shot from the Mexican batteries. THE strife was stern at Monterey, When those high towers were lost and won, Yet heedless of its deadly rain, She stood in toil and danger, first She found a pale and stricken foe, She wet his parched and fevered lips; The booming shot, and flaming shell, They laid her in a narrow bed, The foeman of her land and race; And sighs were breathed, and tears were shed, To sound her worth were guilt and shame, |