sprung and seized up the two muskets which had fallen from the slain: but, before they could use them, the Americans, with clubbed guns, levelled, each at the head of his antagonist, the final blow. Then, securing their weapons, they flew between the surviving enemy and their arms, grounded near the road, and compelled them to surrender.

The irons were taken off, and arms put in the hands of those who had been prisoners, and the whole party arrived at Parisburgh, the next morning, and joined the American camp. There are but few instances upon record, where personal exertions, even for self-preservation from certain prospect of death, would have induced a resort to an act so desperate of execution; how much more laudable was this, where the spring to action was roused by the lamentations of a female unknown to the adventurers.

After the gallant defence at Sullivan's Island, Colonel Moultrie's regiment was presented with a stand of colors, by Mrs. Elliot, which she had richly embroidered with her own hands, and, as a reward for Jasper's particular merit, Governor Rutledge presented him with a very handsome sword. During the assault against Savannah, two officers had been killed, and one wounded, endeavoring to plant these colors upon the enemy's parapet of the spring hill redoubt.

Just before the retreat was ordered, Jasper endeavored to replace them upon the works, and, while he was in the act, received a mortal wound, and fell into the ditch. When a retreat was ordered, he recollected the honorable conditions upon which the donor presented the colors to his regiment, and, among the last acts of his life, succeeded in bringing

them off.

Major Horry called to see him, soon after the retreat, to whom, it is said, he made the following communication: "I have got my furlough. That sword was presented to me by Governor Rutledge,

for my services in the defence of Fort Moultrie;— give it to my father, and tell him I have worn it in honor. If the old man should weep, tell him his son died in the hope of a better life.

"Tell Mrs. Elliot that I lost my life supporting the colors which she presented to our regiment Should you ever see Jones, his wife, and son, tell them that Jasper is gone, but that the remembrance of that battle, which he fought for them, brought a secret joy into his heart, when it was about to stop its motion forever." He expired a few moments after closing this sentence.

When sickness clouds the languid eye,
And seeds of sharp diseases fly

Swift through the vital frame;
Rich drugs are torn from earth and sea,
And balsam drops from every tree,
To quench the parching flame.

But oh! what opiate can assuage
The throbbing breast's tumultuous rage,'
Which mingling passions tear!
What art the wounds of grief can bind,
Or soothe the sick, impatient mind,
Beneath corroding care!

Not all the potent herbs that grow
On purple heath, or mountain's brow,
Can banished peace restore:
In vain, the spring of tears to dry,
For purer air or softer sky,
We quit our native shore.

Friendship, the richest balm that flows,
Was meant to heal our sharpest woes,
But runs not always pure;

And Love-has sorrows of his own,
Which not an herb beneath the moon
Is found of power to cure.

Soft Pity, mild, dejected maid,
With tenderest hand applies her aid
To dry the frequent tear;
But her own griefs, of finer kind,
Too deeply wound the feeling mind
With anguish more severe.

LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIFTH.

The Dying Warrior.

On the 7th of October, says the Baroness of Reidesel, I expected Generals Burgoyne, Phillips, and Fraser to dine with us. I saw a great movement among the troops: my husband told me, it was merely a reconnoisance; which gave me no concern, as it often happened. I walked out of the house, and met several Indians in their war dresses, with guns in their hands. When I asked them where they were going, they cried out, "War! war!" (meaning that they were going to battle.) This filled me with apprehension, and I had scarcely got home, before I heard reports of car.non and musketry, which grew louder by degrees, till, at last, the noise became excessive.

About 4 o'clock in the afternoon, instead of the guest whom I expected, General Fraser was brought on a litter, mortally wounded. The table, which was already set, was instantly removed, and a bed placed in its stead, for the wounded general. I sat trembling in a corner The noise grew louder, and the alarm

increased: the thought that my husband might perhaps be brought in, wounded in the same manner, was terrible to me, and distressed me exceedingly. General Fraser said to the surgeon, "Tell me if my wound is mortal, do not flatter me.' The ball had passed through his body; and, unhappily for the general, he had eaten a very hearty breakfast, by which the stomach was distended, and the ball, as the surgeon said, had passed through it. I heard him often exclaim, with a sigh, "O fatal ambition! Poor General Burgoyne! O my poor wife!"

He was asked, if he had any request to make, to which he replied, that, "If General Burgoyne would permit it, he should like to be buried, at 6 o'clock in the evening, on the top of a mountain, in a redoubt which had been built there." I did not know which way to turn; all the other rooms were full of sick. Towards evening, my husband coming, then I forgot all my sorrows, and thanked God that he was spared to me. He ate in great haste, with me and his aid-decamp, behind the house.

We had been told that we had the advantage of the enemy, but the sorrowful faces I beheld, told a different tale; and, before my husband went away, he took me on one side, and said every thing was going very bad; that I must keep myself in readiness to leave the place, but not mention it to any one. I made the pretence that I would move the next morning into my new house, and had every thing packed up ready.

I spent much of the night in comforting the wife of the wounded general, and then went again to my children, whom I had put to bed. I could not go to sleep, as I had General Fraser, and all the other wounded gentlemen, in my room; and I was sadly afraid my children would awake, and, by their crying, disturb the dying man in his last moments, who often addressed me, and apologized" for the trouble he gave me."

About 3 o'clock in the morning, I was told he could not hold out much longer; I had desired to be informed of the near approach of this sad crisis, and I then wrapped up my children in their clothes, and went with them into the room below. About 8 o'clock in the morning, he died.

After he was laid out, and his corpse wrapped up in a sheet, we came again into the room, and had this sorrowful sight before us the whole day; and, to add to the melancholy scene, almost every moment some officer of my acquaintance was brought in wounded. The cannonade commenced again; a retreat was spoken of, but not the smallest motion was made towards it. About 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I saw the house, which had just been built for me, in flames, and the enemy was now not far off. We knew that General Burgoyne would not refuse the last request of General Fraser, though, by his acceding to it, an unnecessary delay was occasioned, by which the inconvenience of the army was much increased.

At six o'clock, the corpse was brought out, and we saw all the generals attend it to the mountain; the chaplain performed the funeral service, rendered unusually solemn and awful from its being accompanied by constant peals from the enemy's artillery. Many cannon balls flew close by me, but I had my eyes directed towards the mountain, where my husband was standing, amidst the fire of the enemy, and, of course. I could not think of my own danger.

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LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIXTH.

The Horrors of War.

As soon as the funeral service was finished, and the grave of General Fraser was closed, an order was issued, that the army should retreat. My calash,