CHAPTER XXX.
"Our bosoms we'll bare to the glorious strife, And our oath is recorded on high, To prevail in the cause that is dearer than life, Or crushed in its ruins to die.
* * * * * And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven, from the death-bed of fame." CAMPBELL.
A bloody seal was set upon thee, oh! Goliad.

A gory banner bound around thy name; and centuries shall slowly roll ere thou art blotted from the memory of man.

The annals of the dim and darkened past afford no parallel for the inhuman deed, so calmly, so deliberately committed within thy precincts; and the demon perpetrator escaped unpunished! A perfect appreciation of the spirit of the text--"Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord; I will repay," alone can sanction the apathy manifested by one to whom the world looked as the avenger of his murdered countrymen.
Rumors of the fall of the Alamo, the overwhelming force of Santa Anna, and his own imminent danger, had reached Colonel Fanning.

In vain he entreated reinforcements, in vain urged the risk hourly incurred.

The Texan councils bade him save himself by flight.