At the word, his men, thus reminded of the butchery of the Waxhaws and of the other atrocities perpetrated under the eye of Tarleton, spurred their horses afresh, and dashed on in pursuit. A complete panic had now taken possession of the royal cavalry, who hurried on at full gallop, each man thinking only of himself. Close on their heels followed the indignant Americans, cutting down mercilessly every red-coat they overtook, until the road was strewed with the dead. Foremost in this pursuit rode Washington, a precedence he owed, not only to his superior steed, but to his eagerness to overtake an officer just ahead, whom he judged to be Tarleton himself from his effort to rally the fugitives.

The tremendous pace at which Washington rode, at last carried him so far ahead of his men, that, at a bend in the highway, he found himself totally alone. At this moment, the British, looking back, perceived his situation, and immediately turned on him, his principal assailants being Tarleton and two powerful dragoons.

Knowing, however, that assistance must be close at hand, Washington resolutely advanced to meet the enemy, determined to seize Tarleton for his prisoner. But, before he could reach the colonel, the two dragoons dashed at him, the one on the right, the other on the left. He saw only the first of them, however, and accordingly turned on him, clove him down with a single blow of his sabre, then rushed at Tarleton himself.

But, meantime, the other dragoon was advancing, totally disregarded, upon him, and with upraised blade would have cut him down, had not our hero, who had pressed close after his leader, at this instant wheeled round the corner of the wood. At a single glance he took in the whole scene. Albert saw that before he could come up Washington would be slain, unless fire-arms were employed. In this emergency he did not hesitate to disobey the orders of his leader. Jerking a pistol from his holster, he aimed full at the dragoon, just as the sabre of the latter was sweeping down on Washington's head. The man tumbled headlong from his saddle, his sword burying itself in the dust.

"Ha! who is that?" said Washington, sternly, so astonished to find his orders disobeyed, that he turned; a movement which Tarleton took advantage of to make good his escape. "You, Albert!-you!"

"There was no other way," answered our hero, and he pointed to the dead dragoon, "to save your life. His sabre was within six inches of you when I fired."

"It could not be helped, then, I suppose," answered Washington, who now comprehended the event, and saw that he owed his life to the quickness of thought of his young friend; "but stay, you are yourself hurt."

after Albert had fired. On examination, one ball was
found in the arm of our hero. The other had per-
forated the coat, immediately over the heart.
"He is dead," cried the leader, "that second shot
has touched a vital part."

He tore away the garments as he spoke, but uttered a cry of joy when he exposed the chest, for there, right over the heart, lay a miniature, which had stopped the ball.

Washington looked at the picture, and muttered, "Ha! I have heard of this-and now I will see if I cannot serve my young friend a good turn."

CHAPTER III.

Marry never for houses, nor marry for lands, Nor marry for nothing but only love. FAMILY QUARRELS. When our hero, after a long interval of unconsciousness, opened his eyes, he found himself, to his surprise, in a large and elegantly furnished apartment, entirely strange to him. He pulled aside the curtains of his bed with his uninjured arm, and looked out. An aged female servant sat watching him. "What massa want?" she said. "How did I get here?" he asked.

"Captain Washington heself left you here, massa, after de great battle. De surgeon staid to dress your arm, and den follow arter de troops, who had lick de red-coats, dey say, all to pieces."

"Yes! I know-then the army has pursued its march to the Catawba,"

"It hab, massa; and you be to stay here till you well."

"But where am I?"

The old negro woman smiled till she showed all her teeth.

"You no know, massa?"

"I do not."

"You forgit me, Massa Albert-me, Missus Ellen's maman?"

"Good God!" cried our hero, scarcely believing his senses, and scrutinizing her features, "can it be? You are indeed she. And this is Mr. Thorndike's house."

He had started up in bed, and was now confronted by the figure of the owner of the mansion himself, who entered at an opposite door; but who, instead of wearing the angry air which Albert had last seen upon him, smiled kindly upon him.

"I was passing along the corridor," he said, seating himself on the bedside familiarly, and taking the hand of his wounded guest, "and hearing your voice, learned for the first time that you were awake. Accordingly I made bold to enter, in order to assure you of a welcome. When we last parted, Mr. Scott," he said, noticing our hero's look of astonishment, "it was with ill-feeling on both sides. Let all that be forgotten. Whatever I may have said then I now recall. In saving the life of Capt. Washington, who is my dearest friend, you have laid me under infinite obligations, and at his request I have conTwo pistol shots had been discharged from the sented to overlook the past, and to give you my enemy, Washington now recollected, immediately | daughter. I only make a single stipulation, which

As he spoke, he saw blood issuing from the sleeve of Albert, and immediately afterward the young soldier reeled and fell senseless to the ground.

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is that you will not ask her hand until this war is
over, which," he added, lowering his voice, "can
not be long, now that things have begun to go so
auspiciously."

Our hero well understood the character of Mr.
Thorndike, who was noted for his prudent adherence
to whichever side was uppermost, and he attributed
this sudden change not only to Capt. Washington's
intercessions, but also in part to the prospect there
now was of the triumph of the colonial cause, in
which case the confiscated estates of the elder Mr.
Scott would be restored. He kept this to himself,
however, and expressed his thanks for Mr. Thorn-
dike's hospitality.

"But I shall owe you even more," he added, "for the happiness with which your promise has filled me, and I cheerfully accept your terms. Meantime, let me rise, and pay my respects to the ladies in person -I am sure I am well enough."

Our hero, however, was compelled to keep his bed for two entire days, in consequence of the fever, a period which appeared to him an age.

We shall not attempt to describe his meeting with Ellen. Let us pass over the first few minutes of the interview.

"I have but one thing to regret," he said at last, in a low whisper, for Mr. and Mrs. Thorndike were

at the other end of the apartment, "and that is the loss of your miniature. I had it around my neck when I went into battle, but have not seen it since." Ellen smiled archly, and drew it from her bosom. surprise. And, taking it in his hand, he added, "How did it reach your possession?" he said in "What means this dent, so like the mark of a ball?" Tears gushed to Ellea's eyes, as she said

it lay over your heart, and that but for it, Tarleton's "Capt. Washington, who gave it to me, said that pistol-shot would have killed you. Oh! Albert, I sometimes thought, after I gave it to you, that I had done wrong, knowing that my parents would not saved your life, I saw in it the hand of Providence." approve of the act; but when I heard that it had

but was the means of interesting Washington in our
"Yes! for it not only preserved me from death,
favor, and thus bringing about this happy re-union,"
said Albert, after a pause.

his wound, our hero rejoined his corps, with which
We have no more to tell. On recovering from
the Carolinas.
he continued until the expulsion of the British from

After that happy event he was married to Ellen, and with her spent a long life of felicity.

Their descendants still preserve the battered miniature as an heir-loom.

MARYLAND YELLOW-THROAT.

THIS species is widely spread over the United | either the thickest parts of the forest or a low States, Mexico and the West Indies. Trappers have meadow, retired from the intrusion of man. The found it in abundance amid the wild solitudes of Oregon and the gorges of the Rocky Mountains. The great body of these birds winter within the tropics, from whence they reach the Southern States early in spring, and Pennsylvania in April. They begin to build in May, choosing for this purpose

nest is constructed of dry leaves and grass, and
always concealed by thick grass, heaps of brush or
other undergrowth. Indeed few of our songsters are
more shy or modest than the Yellow-Throat, and he
seems to be devoid of the apparent vanity evinced
by most birds of handsome or gaudy plumage. The

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lonely banks of a small stream, overgrown with | The upper parts are a light olive; the throat and reeds and bushes, is his favorite haunt; and here, breast yellow; the wings and tail brown, mixed with his sober mate, he whiles away the long sultry with black; the legs are pale flesh-color, and redays of our summer's heat. The eggs are five in markable for their delicacy. The young resemble number, either entirely white or of a pale pink tint, the female at first, but the male of the season, before varied by minute specks and lines, mostly toward his departure in autumn, exhibits the brilliant yellow the greater end. After being hatched, which occurs throat, as well as some appearance of the gray and in June, the young birds join the parent pair, and all black which ornament the sides of the face in the live as one family, roving along creeks and marshes, adult. Small insects form the almost exclusive prey and defending each other from enemies. Sometimes, of this bird, and in capturing them he often displays however, a second brood interrupts this connection. much art and agility. His song is a plaintive whistle, In August the lively song of the male ceases to be varying in power and cadence, and sometimes assoheard, and the whole party continue their pursuits in ciated with partial imitations of other birds. In silence until warned by a scarcity of food to depart September, small flocks depart for the South, only a for the South. few stragglers being seen after that month. A few pass the winter in the Southern States, but as already

The Maryland Yellow-Throat is nearly five inches long, and more than six across the spread wings. I stated, the greater portion retire within the Tropics.

FEW birds are more common, or more widely spread than this well known species. According to Richardson, it is found as far north as the 68th degree of latitude, from whence it ranges throughout the entire North American continent, the West Indies, Bahamas, Colombia, Peru, Guiana, Brazil and other portions of South America. These latter countries are their winter residence. In the early part of March they arrive in Carolina, and two months later in Pennsylvania, New England, etc. Here they pass the summer, and leave for the South about the beginning of September, the time of departure varying with the season and latitude.

The Yellow-Bird is a general favorite with the farmer. In summer he may be seen upon almost every tree, but especially among the willows along water-courses, where his brilliant plumage forms a fine relief with the deep glossy green. Being familiar and playful, he often approaches so near as to be captured. His favorite food is larvæ and small caterpillars, which he searches for with much industry, enlivening the hardship of his labor by a cheerful whistle or song. About the time of building, and

even after, the female sings almost as well as the male. Both these birds display great ingenuity and solicitude in the construction of their nest, which is usually placed on a small bush close to the ground. Instances are rare where they build on the ground or on a high tree. The nest is constructed externally of dried leaves, fine bark and fern, and within of down, wool, fine grass, and similar materials. Occasionally they forsake the woods, and build in the hedge or bushes of the garden, suiting the construction of their small home to the change of residence. "The labor of forming the nest," as Nuttall observes, "seems often wholly to devolve on the female. On the 10th of May, I observed one of these industrious matrons busily engaged with her fabric in a low barberry-bush, and by the evening of the second day the whole was completed to the lining, which was made at length of hair and willow down, of which she collected and carried mouthfuls so large, that she often appeared almost like a mass of flying cotton, and far exceeded in industry her active neighbor, the Baltimore, who was also engaged in collecting the same materials. Notwithstanding this industry, the

completion of the nest, with this and other small | Yellow-Bird's. The little builder being too weak to

VINCENTE FILICAJA'S SONNET TO ITALY.

"Dove Italia il tuo braccio."

REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS.

Selections from the Writings of James Kennard, Jr. With a
Sketch of His Life and Character. Boston: Wm. D.
Ticknor & Co. I vol. 12mo.

This volume is printed for private circulation, and we should not have thought of making it the subject of a notice, were it not for the interest which attaches to the name of the author. Mr. Kennard was stricken early in life with a disease in his knee-was compelled, at the age of twenty-two, to have his leg amputated-and from that time to his death, ten years after, he was afflicted with a series of diseases, frightfully accumulating one upon another, which at last deprived him of all power of motion, and sparing not even his eyes. Yet though thus seemingly cut off from all enjoyments, and doomed to the peevishness as well as the pain of the sick chamber, he bravely surmounted by force of will the mental effects of his ailments, and developed in physical agony and deprivation one of the most beautiful and loveable characters we have had the fortune to meet in literature or in life. Serene, cheerful, hopeful, affectionate-uncomplaining in the midst of miseries, any one of which might well have quelled a strong spirit, and which, combined, seemed impossible for any spirit to bear—he not only was a genial companion, ready to talk of every thing but his own pains and deprivations, but a voluminous writer. The present volume, consisting of essays, reviews and poems, contributed to the Knickerbocker, the Christian Examiner, and various newspapers and periodicals, indicates not merely the degree of excellence to which by self-culture he had trained his talents for composition, but also the wide range of his studies, and the wider range of his sympathies. For every holy and beneficent enterprise started

luxuriance of description, gave little evidence. At the same time it has defects indicating that the author has not yet reached the limits of his capacity, and that we may hope from him works better even than the present. "Mardi" is of the composite order of mental architecture, and the various rich materials which constitute it are not sufficiently harmonized to produce unity of effect. It has chapters of description, sketches of character, flashes of fanciful exaggeration, and capital audacities of satire, which are inimitable, but confusion, rather than fusion, characterizes the book as a whole. Of the two volumes the first is by far the best, but both contain abundant evidence of the richness, strength and independence of the author's mind, and are full of those magical touches which indicate original genius.

Nineveh and Its Remains. With an Account of a Visit to the Chaldean Christians of Kurdistan and the Yezidas, or Devil-Worshipers; and an Inquiry into the Manners and Arts of the Ancient Assyrians. By Austen Henry Layard, Esq., D. C. L. New York: Geo. P. Putnam. 2 vols. 8vo. Private letters from England confirm the reports in the public journals of the great sensation which this work has excited in Great Britain. It divides with Macaulay's brilliant history the attention of the reading public. The American publisher, with commendable enterprise, has issued it in a style of great elegance, and has given all the illustrative engravings which decorate the English edition. The work, when we consider the expense of its mechanical execution, is placed at a very low price.

These volumes belong to a class of books which may be called the geology of history-the exhibition of a nation's history and social life through its monuments. The greatest work of this kind in English is doubtless Wilkinson's on the Ancient Egyptians, and the production of Mr. Layard is next in rank. It introduces us to the Assyrians through a process which enables us to comprehend their material and mental life-to see them as they eat, dressed, warred, thought and prayed. Their fine and useful arts, their costume, their amusements, their military system, their private life, their religion, are all brought directly before the eye and mind of the reader, and he is enabled to discern that peculiar combination of the elements of human nature which constituted the Assyrian mind and

to alleviate the miseries of the unfortunate, to assist the poor and the ignorant, or to champion the oppressed, this self-forgetful valetudinary had a word of cheer warm from his heart. There is also a sunny, almost frolicksome and dancing, spirit of enjoyment in many of his pieces, which is usually characterestic only of the highest physical health. The article on our "National Poets" is especially teeming with the very exuberance of fun. That on Alison's History of Europe is one of the most judicious and brilliant papers on the subject published on either side of the Atlantic. Indeed the whole book preaches on every page the most scorching rebukes to indolent and selfindulgent health, and the most inspiring hope to despair-heart, and to reconcile the apparent anomalies in the naing sickness. The reading of such a book, in connection with the character of such a man, is enough to create courage, and cheer under the very "ribs of death."

Mardi, and a Voyage Thither. By Herman Melville. New
York: Harper & Brothers. 2 vols. 12mo.

Mr. Melville has given us here an acknowledged romance, and those who doubted the veracity of "Typee" and "Omoo," may now have an opportunity of noticing the difference between Mr. Melville recording what he has observed, and Mr. Melville recording what he has imagined. It appears to us that the two processes in the author's mind have little in common, and the best evidence of the truthfulness of his former books is the decidedly romantic character of much of the present.

"Mardi" is altogether the most striking work which Mr. Melville has produced, exhibiting a range of learning, a fluency of fancy, and an originality of thought and diction, of which " Typee," with all its distinctness and

tional character. The picture is one of engrossing interest, and cannot fail to enlarge every mind which contemplates it. It is almost needless to say that the course Mr. Layard has pursued is the only possible mode by which authentic information can be obtained of an extinct people, who left no historical records, and who were almost forgotten before history began. The illustrations given in the work of the truth of many passages in the Old Testament, are not the least interesting and remarkable portions of a most interesting and striking book.

The Gold Mines of the Gila. A Sequel to Old Hicks the
Guide. By Charles W. Webber. New York: Dewitt &
Davenport. 2 vols. 12mo.

This work possesses a double interest; first, as a most stirring and graphic delineation of life, character and scenery on the borders of Texas, and second, as indicating an almost unknown region of the Continent, rich in gold mines and wealth of various kinds, and tempting both