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The Women of the American Revolution Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet audiobook. Genre: history In The Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1, historian Elizabeth F. Ellet turns the spotlight from battlefields and legislatures to the households, roads, camps, and occupied towns where the struggle for independence was also fought. Drawing on letters, reminiscences, and early records, Ellet presents vivid biographical portraits of women whose courage and resourcefulness shaped the Revolution in ways official histories often overlook. Some are prominent figures moving within the circles of commanders and statesmen; others are ordinary wives, mothers, and daughters thrust into extraordinary circumstances by war. Across these narratives, the central conflict is not only the colonies' fight against British power, but each woman's fight to protect family and community amid scarcity, displacement, and political suspicion. Ellet traces how loyalty and conviction were tested in daily life: managing farms and businesses in a husband's absence, aiding soldiers, carrying intelligence, confronting occupation, and enduring imprisonment or exile. Volume 1 offers a gripping, human-scale view of the Revolution, exploring themes of patriotism, sacrifice, resilience, and the often-uncredited labor that sustained a nation in formation. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 00 (00:22:45) Chapter 01 (00:39:47) Chapter 02 (01:14:01) Chapter 03 (01:37:00) Chapter 04 (02:27:34) Chapter 05 (03:18:48) Chapter 06 (03:57:46) Chapter 07 (04:23:19) Chapter 08 (04:49:14) Chapter 09 (05:09:32) Chapter 10 (05:31:16) Chapter 11 (06:08:11) Chapter 12 (06:38:31) Chapter 13 (07:08:13) Chapter 14 (07:50:37) Chapter 15 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Chapter 1 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. Chapter 1, Mary Washington The Mother of Washington There needs no eulogy to awaken the associations which cling around that sacred name. Our hearts do willing homage to the venerated parent of the chief. Quote, Who mid his elements of being wrought with no uncertain aim, nursing the germs of God-like verse.

in his infant mind." The contemplation of Washington's character naturally directs attention to her, whose maternal care guided and guarded his early years. What she did, and the blessing of a world that follows her, teach impressively, while showing the power the duty of those who mold the characters of the age to come. The principles and conduct of this illustrious matron were closely interwoven with the destinies of her son. Washington ever acknowledged that he owed everything to his mother

in the education and habits of his early life. His high moral principle, his perfect self-possession, his clear and sound judgment, his inflexible resolution and untiring application were developed by her training and example. A believer in the truths of religion, she inculcated a strict obedience to its injunctions. She planted the seed and cherished the growth

which bore such rich and glory. fruit. Lafayette observed that she belonged rather to the age of Sparta or Rome than to modern times. She was a mother formed on the ancient model, and by her elevation of character and matchless discipline, fitted to lay the foundation of the greatness of him who towered, beyond all Greek, beyond all Roman fame. The course of Mrs. Washington's life, exhibiting her qualities of mind and heart, proved her fitness for the high trust committed to her hands. she was remarkable for vigor of intellect strength of resolution and inflexible firmness wherever principle was concerned devoted to the education of her children her parental government and guidance have been described by those who knew her as admirably adapted to train the youthful mind to wisdom and virtue with her affection was regulated by a calm and just judgment she was distinguished moreover by that well-marked quality of genius a power of acquiring

and maintaining influence over those with whom she associated. Without inquiring into the philosophy of this mysterious ascendancy, she was content to employ it for the noblest ends. It contributed no doubt to deepen the effect of her instructions. The life of Mrs. Washington so useful in the domestic sphere did not abound an incident. She passed through the trials common to those who lived amid the scenes of the revolutionary era. She saw the son whom she had taught to be. good, whom she had reared in the principles of true honor, walking the perilous path of duty

with firm step, leading his country to independence and crowned with his reward, a nation's gratitude. Yet, in all these changes, her simple, earnest nature remained the same. She loved to speak in her latter days of her boy's merits in his early life, and of his filial affection and duty, but never dwelt on the glory he had won as the deliverer of his country, the chief magistrate of a great republic. This was because her ambition was too high for the pride that inspires and rewards common souls. The greatest she discerned and acknowledged

in the object of her solicitous tenderness was beyond that which this world most esteems. The only memoir of the Mother of Washington extant is the one written by George W. P. Custis, the grandson of Martha Washington, and published more than 20 years ago in his recollections in the National Gazette. these reminiscences were collected by him in the course of many years and to them we are indebted for all that is known of the life and actions of this matron according to these she was descended from the respectable family of ball who came to this country and settled on the banks of the potomac

in the old days of virginia women were taught habits of industry and self-reliance and in these mrs washington was nurtured the early death of her husband involved her in the cares of a young family with limited resources, which rendered prudence and economy necessary to provide for and educate her children. Thus circumstanced, it was left to her unassisted efforts to form in her son's mind those essential qualities which gave tone and character to his subsequent life. George was only 12 years old at his father's death, and retained merely the remembrance of his person and his parental fondness. Two years after this event, he obtained a Mitch Shipman's warrant. But his mother opposed the plan and the idea of entering the naval service was relinquished. The home in which Mrs. Washington presided was a sanctuary of the domestic virtues.

The levity of youth was there tempered by a well-regulated restraint, and the enjoyment's rational and proper for that age were indulged in with moderation. The future chief was taught the duty of obedience and was thus prepared to command. The mother's authority never departed from her even when her son had attained the height of his renown, for she ruled by the affection which had controlled his self. spirit when he needed a guardian. And she claimed a reverence next to that due to his creator. This claim, he admitted, mingling the deepest respect with enthusiastic attachment, and yielding to her will the most implicit obedience, even to the latest hours of her life.

One of the associates of his juvenile years, Lawrence Washington of Cho-Tang, thus speaks of his home. I was often there with George his playmate, schoolmate, and young man's companion. of the mother I was ten times more afraid than I ever was of my own parents. She awed me in the midst of her kindness, for she was indeed truly kind. And even now, when time has whitened my locks and I am the grandparent of a second generation, I could not behold that majestic woman without feelings it is impossible to describe. Whoever has seen that awe-inspiring air and manner so characteristic of the father of his country will remember the matron as she appeared, the presiding jean.

of her well-ordered household, commanding and being obeyed. Educated under such influences, it is not to be wondered at that Washington's deportment towards his mother at all times, testified his appreciation of her elevated character and the excellence of her lessons. On his appointment to the command-in-chief of the American armies, says Mr. Custis, previously to his joining the forces of Cambridge, he removed his mother from her country residence to the village of Fredericksburg, a situation remote from danger. and contiguous to her friends and relatives.

There she remained during nearly the whole of the trying period of the revolution. Directly in the way of the news as it passed from north to south, one courier would bring intelligence of success to our arms, another, swiftly coursing at his heels, the saddening reverse of disaster and defeat. While thus ebbed and flowed the fortunes of our cause, the mother trusting to the wisdom and protection of divine providence, preserved the even tenor of her life, affording an example to those matrons whose sons were alike engaged in the arduous contest, and showing that unavailing anxieties, however belonging to nature, were unworthy of mothers whose sons

were combating for the inestimable rights of man and the freedom and happiness of the world. When news arrived of the passage of the Delaware in December 1776, the mother received calmly the patriots who came with congratulations, and while expressing pleasure at the intelligence, disclaimed for her son the praises in the letters from which extracts were read. When informed by express of the surrender of Cornwallis, she lifted her hands in gratitude towards heaven and exclaimed, Thank God, war will now be ended, and peace, independence and happiness bless our country.

Her housewifery, industry, and care in the management of her domestic concerns were not intermitted during the war. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and worketh willingly with her own. hands, said the wise man in describing a virtuous woman, and it was the pride of the exemplary woman of that day to fill the station of mistress with usefulness as well as dignity. Mrs. Washington was remarkable for a simplicity which modern refinement might call severe, but which became her not less when her fortunes were clouded than when the son of glory arose upon

her house. Some of the aged inhabitants of Fredericksburg long remembered the matron. As seated in an old-fashioned open chaise, she was in the habit of visiting almost daily, her little farm in the vicinity of the town. When there she would ride about her fields, giving her orders, and seeing that they were obeyed. When, on one occasion, an agent departed from his instructions, she reproved him for exercising his own judgment in the matter. "'I command you,' she said. There is nothing left for you but to obey.' Her charity to the poor was well known, and having not wealth to distribute, it was necessary

that what her benevolence dispense should be supplied by domestic economy and industry. How peculiar a grace does us impart to the benefits flowing from a sympathizing heart? It is thus that she has been pictured in the imagination of one of our most gifted poets. Asterisk. Mrs. Sigourney, in her poetical tribute on the occasion of laying the cornerstone for the monument, methinks we see thee as in olden time, simple in garb, majestic and serene, unawed by pomp and circumstances, in truth inflexible, and with a Spartan zeal repressing vice and making folly grave. Thou didst not deem at woman's part to waste life in inglorious sloth, to sport a while amid the flowers or on the summer wave, then fleet like the ephemeron away, building no temple in her children's hearts,

save to the vanity and pride of life which she had worshipped. Return to text. Mr. Castas states that she, was continually visited and solaced in the retirement of her declining years by her children and numerous grandchildren. Her daughter, Mrs. Lewis, repeatedly and earnestly solicited her to remove to her house, and there passed the remainder of her days. Her son, pressingly, entreated her that she would make Mount Vernon the home of her age. But the matron's answer was, I thank you for your affectionate and dutiful offers, but my wads are few in this world,

and I feel perfectly competent to take care of myself. to the proposition of her son-in-law, Colonel Lewis, to relieve her by taking the direction of her concerns, she replied, Do you fielding keep my books in order, for your eyesight is better than mine? But leave the executive management to me. Such were the energy and independence she preserved to an age beyond that usually allotted to mortals, and till within three years of her death, when the disease under which she suffered, cancer of the breast, prevented exertion. Her meeting with Washington after the victory which decided the fortune of America illustrates her character too strikingly to be omitted.

After an absence of nearly seven years it was at length on the return of the combined armies from Yorktown, permitted to the mother again to see and embrace her illustrious son. So soon as he had dismounted in the midst of a numerous and brilliant suite, he sent to apprise her of his arrival and to know when it would be her pleasure to receive him. And now, mark the force of early. the education and habits and the superiority of the Spartan over the Persian schools in this interview of the Great Washington with his admirable parent and instructor. No pageantry of war proclaimed his coming, no trumpets sounded, no banners waved.

Alone and on foot, the Marshal of France, the General-in-Chief of the combined armies of France and America, the deliverer of his country, the hero of the age, repaired to pay his humble duty to her, whom he venerated as the author of his being, the founder of his fortune, and his fame. For full well he knew that the matron was made of sterner stuff than to be moved by all the pride that Glory ever gave, or by all the pomp and circumstance, of power. The lady was alone. Her aged hands employed in the works of domestic industry, when the good news was announced, and it was further told that the victor chief was in waiting at the threshold. She welcomed him with a warm embrace

and by the well-remembered and endearing names of his childhood. Inquiring as to his health, she remarked the lines which mighty cares and many trials had made on his manly countenance, spoke much of old times and old friends, but of his glory, not one word. Meantime, in the village of Fredericksburg,

all was joy and revelry. The town was crowded with the officers of the French and American armies, and with gentlemen from all the country, country around, who hastened to welcome the conquerors of Cornwallis. The citizens made arrangements for a splendid ball to which the mother of Washington was specially invited. She observed that although her dancing days were pretty well over, she should feel happy in contributing to the general festivity and consented to attend.

The foreign officers were anxious to see the mother of their chief. They had heard indistinct rumors respecting her remarkable life and character, but, forming their judgment from European examples, they were prepared to expect in the mother, that glare and show which would have been attached to the parents of the Great in the old world. How were they surprised when the matron, leaning on the arm of her son, entered the room? She was arrayed in the very plain, yet becoming garb, worn by the Virginia lady of the olden time. Her address, always dignified and imposing, was courteous, though reserved. She received the complementary attentions which were profusely paid her without evincing the slightest elevation, and at an early hour, wishing the

company much enjoyment of their pleasures, and observing that it was time for old people to be at home, retired, leaning as before, on the arm of her son. To this picture may be added another. The Marquis de la Fayette repaired to Fredericksburg previous to his departure for Europe in the fall of of 1784 to pay his parting respects to the mother and to ask her blessing. Conducted by one of the grandsons he approached the house when the young gentleman observed, "'There, sir, is my grandmother.' Lafayette beheld, working in the garden, clad in domestic-maid clothes, and her grey head covered with a plain straw hat,

the mother of, his hero, his friend, and a country's preserver. The lady saluted him kindly, observing, "'Ah, Marquis, you see an old woman. But come, I can make you welcome to my poor dwelling without the parade of changing my dress.' To the encomiums lavished by the marquis on his chief, the mother replied, I am not surprised at what George has done, for he was always a very good boy. So simple in her true greatness of soul was this remarkable woman. Her piety was ardent, and she associated devotion with the grand and beautiful in nature.

She was in the habit of repairing every day for prayer to a secluded spot, formed by rocks and trees near her dwelling. After the organization of the government, Washington repaired to Fredericksburg to announce to his mother his election to the chief magistrate, and bid her farewell before assuming the duties of his office. Her aged frame was bowed down by disease, and she felt that they were parting to meet no more in this world. But she bade him go with heaven's blessing and her own to fulfill the high destinies to which he had been called. Washington was deeply affected and whipped at the parting. The person of Mrs. Washington is described as being of the medium height and well-proportioned. Her features pleasing, though strongly marked.

There were few painters in the colonies in those days, and no portrait of her is in existence. Her biographer saw her but with infant eyes, but well remembers the sister of the chief. Of her, we are told nothing except that, she was a most majestic woman and so strikingly like the brother, that it was a matter of frolic to throw a cloak around her and place a military hat upon her head, and such was the perfect resemblance that had she appeared on her brother's deed, battalions would have presented arms, and sunnets risen to do homage to the chief. Mrs. Washington died at the age of 85, rejoicing in the consciousness of a life well spent and the hope of a blessed immortality. Her ashes repose at Fredericksburg, where a splendid

monument has been erected to her memory. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of the Women of the American Revolution Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 2. Esther Reed Esther de Burt was born in the city of London on the 22nd of October 1746, and died at Philadelphia on the 18th of September 1780. Her 34 years of life were adorned by no adventurous heroism, but were thickly studded with the brighter beauties of feminine endurance, uncomplaining self-sacrifice and familiar virtue,

under trials, too, of which civil war is so fruitful. She was an only daughter. Her father, Dennis DeBurt, was a British merchant, largely interested in colonial trade. He was a man of high character. Descented from the Huguenots or French Fleming's, who came to England on the revocation of the Edict of Nant, Mr. DeBurt's pure and rather austere religious sentiments and practice were worthy of the source whence they came. His family were educated according to the strictest rule of the evangelical piety of their day. The day when devotion, frozen out of high places, found refuge in humble, dissenting chapels. The day of Wesley and of Whitfield.

Mr. Burt's youth was trained religiously, and she was to the end of life true to the principles of her education. The simple devotion she had learned from an aged father's lips alleviated the trials of youth and brightened around her early grave. Mr. DeBert's House in London, owing to his business relations with the colonies, was the home of many young Americans, who at that time were attracted by pleasure or duty to the imperial metropolis. Among these visitors in or about the year 1763 was Joseph Reed of New Jersey, who had come to London to finish his professional studies, such being the fashion of the times, at the Temple. Mr. Reed was in the 23rd year of his age, a man of education, intelligence, and accomplishment. The intimacy thus accidentally begun soon produced its natural fruits, and an engagement at first secret and afterwards avowed was formed between the young English girl and the American stranger.

Parental discouragement, so wise that even youthful impetuosity could find no fault with it, was entirely inadequate to break a connection thus formed. They loved long and faithfully. How faithfully, the reader will best judge when he learns that a separation of five years of deferred hope with the Atlantic between them, never gave rise to a wandering wish or hope or thought. Mr. Reed, having finished his studies, returned to America in the early part of 1765, and began the practice of law in his native village of Trenton. His success was immediate and great. But there was a distracting element at work in his heart,

which prevented him from looking on success with complacency, and one plan after another was suggested by which he might be enabled to return and settle in Great Britain. that his young and gentle mistress should follow him to America was a vision too wild even for a sanguine lover. Every hope was directed back to England, and the correspondence, the love-letters of five long years, are filled with plans by which these cherished, but delusive wishes were to be consummated.

How dimly was the future seen? Miss DeBert's engagement with her American lover was coincident with that dreary period of British history, when a monarch and his ministers were laboring hard to tear from its socket and cast away forever the brightest jewel of the imperial crown. American colonial power. It was the interval when Chatham's voice was powerless to arouse the nation and make Parliament pause, when penny-wise politicians in the happy phrase of the day, teased America into resistance, and the varied vexations of stamp acts and revenue bills and tea duties, the congenial fruits of

poor statesmanship, were the means by which a great catastrophe was hurried onward. Mr. DeBert's relations with the government were, in some respects, direct and intimate. His house was a place of counsel for those who sought by moderate and constitutional means to stay the hand of misgovernment and oppression. He was the agent of the Stamp Act Congress first, and of the colonies of Delaware and Massachusetts afterwards. And most gallantly did the brave old man discharge the duty which his American constituents confided to him. His heart was in his trust, and we may well imagine.

the alternations of feeling which throbbed in the bosom of his daughter as she shared in the consultation of this almost American household, and, according to the fitful changes of time and opinion, counted the chances of discord that might be fatal to her peace, or of honorable fascification which should bring her lover home to her. Mr. Burt's letters, now in the possession of her descendants, are full of allusions to this varying state of things, and are remarkable for the sagacious good sense which they develop. She is, from first to last, a stout American. Describing a visit to the House of Commons in April 1766, her enthusiasm for Mr. Pitt is unbounded, while she does not disguise her repugnance to George Grenville and Wetterburn, whom she says she cannot bear because they are such enemies to America. So it is throughout in every line she writes,

in every word she utters, and thus was she unconsciously, receiving that training which in the end was to fit her for an American patriot's wife. Onward, however, step by step, the monarch and his ministry. He, if possible, more infatuated than they, advanced in the career of tyrannical folly.

Remonstrance was vain. They could not be persuaded that it would ever become resistance. In 1769 and 1770, the crisis was almost reached. Five years of folly had done it all. In the former of these years, the lovers were reunited, Mr. Reed returning on an uncertain visit to England.

He found everything, but her faithful affection changed. Political disturbance had had its usual train of commercial disaster, and Mr. DeBurt had not only become bankrupt, but unable to rally on such a reverse in old age, had sunk into his grave. All was ruin and confusion, and on the 31st of May 1770, Esther de Burt became an American wife, the wedding being privately solemnized at St. Luke's Church in the city of London. In October, the young couple sailed for America, arriving at Philadelphia in November 1770.

Mr. Reed immediately changed his residence from Trenton to Philadelphia, where he continued to live. Mrs. Reed's correspondence with her brother and friends in England during the next five years has not been preserved. It would have been interesting as showing the impressions made on an intelligent mind by the primitive state of society and modes of life in these wild colonies, some 80 years ago, when Philadelphia was but a large village, when the best people lived in Front Street or on the water side, and an Indian frontier was within 100 miles of the schoolkill. They are, however, all lost. The influence of Mrs. Reed's foreign connection can be traced only in the interesting correspondence between her husband and Lord Dartmouth, during the year 1774 and 1775, which has been

recently given to the public, and which narrates, in the most genuine and trustworthy form, the progress of colonial discontent in the period immediately anterior to actual revolution. In all the initiary measures of peaceful resistance, Mr. Reed, as is well known, took a large and act of share, and in all he did, he had his young wife's ardent sympathy. The English girl had grown at once into the American matron. Philadelphia was then the heart of the nation. It beat generously and boldly when the news of Lexington and Bunker Hill startled the whole land. Volunteer troops were raised.

Money in large sums was remitted much through Mr. Reed's direct agency for the relief of the sufferers in New England. At last, a new and controlling incident here occurred. It was in Philadelphia that, walking in the state house yard, John Adams first suggested Washington as the National Commander-in-Chief, and from Philadelphia that in June 1775 Washington set out, accompanied by the best citizens of the Liberal Party to enter on his duties. Asterisk.

As this memoir was in preparation, the writer's eye was attracted by a notice of the Philadelphia obsequies of John Q. Adams in March 1848. It is from the New York Courier and Enquirer. Asterisk. That part of the ceremonial which was most strict, more impressive than anything I have ever seen, was the approach through the old state house yard

to Independence Hall. I have stood by Napoleon's dramatic mausoleum in the invalide, and mused over the more simple tomb of Nelson lying by the side of Collingwood in the crypt of St. Paul's, but no impression was made like that of yesterday. The multitude, for the crowd had grown into one, being strictly excluded from the square, filled the surrounding streets and houses and gazed silently on the simple ceremonial before them. It was sunset or nearly so, a calm, bright spring evening. There was no cheering, no disturbance, no display of banners, no rude sound of drum. The old trees were leafless, and no one's free vision was disappointed. The funeral escort proper, consisting of the clergy, comprising representatives of nearly all

denominations, the Committee of Congress and the City authorities, in all not exceeding a hundred, the body and fall-bearers alone were admitted. They walked slowly up the middle path from the south gate, no sound being heard at the point from which I saw it, for the distant and gentle music of one military band near the hall, and the deep tones of our ancient bell that rang when independence was proclaimed. The military escort, the company of Washington Grays, whose duty it was to guard the body during the night,

presented arms as the coffin went by. And as the procession approached the hall, the clergy and all others uncovered themselves, and, if awed by the genius of the place, approached reverently and solemnly. This simple and natural act of respect, or rather reverence, was most touching. It was a thing never to be forgotten.

This part of the ceremonial was what I should like a foreigner to see. It was genuine and simple. Asterisk. And throughout, remember, illusion had nothing to do with it. These were simple. simple actual realities, that thus stirred the heart. It was no empty memorial coffin.

But here was the actual honored remains of one who was part of our history, the present, the recent, and a remote past. And who could avoid thinking, if any spark of consciousness remained in the old man's heart, it might have brightened as he was born along by the best men of Philadelphia on this classic path in the shadow of this building, and to the sound of this bell. The last of the days of Washington, was going by, and it was traversing the very spot where, 70 years ago, John Adams had first suggested Washington as commander-in-chief of the Army of the Revolution. It reposed last night in Independence Hall.

Return to text. Mr. Reed accompanied him as his family supposed, and as he probably intended only as part of an escort for a short distance. From New York, he wrote to his wife that, yielding to the general's solicitations, he had become a soldier and joined the staff as aid and military secretary. The young mother, for she was then watching by the cradle of two infant children, neither repined nor murmured. She knew that it was no restless freak or transient appetite for excitement that took away her

husband, for no one was more conscious than she, how dear his cheerful home was, and what sweet companionship there was in the mother and her babes. It was not difficult to be satisfied that a high sense of duty was his controlling influence, in that hers it was to love and be silent. At Philadelphia she remained during Mr. Reed's first tour of duty at Cambridge, and afterwards in 1776 when being appointed Adjutant General, he rejoined the army at New York. In the summer of that year, she took her little family to Burlington,

and in the winter on the approach of the British invading forces, took deeper refuge at a little farmhouse near Evesham and at no great distance from the edge of the pines. we contended citizens of a peaceful land can form little conception of the horrors and desolation of those ancient times of trial the terrors of invasion are things which nowadays imagination can scarcely compass but then it was rugged reality the unbridled passions of a mercenary soldiery compounded not only of the brutal element that forms the vigor of every army but of the ferocity of hessians hired and paid for violence and rapine were let loose on the land The German troops, as if to inspire a special terror, were sent in advance and occupied in December 1776, a chain of post extending from Trenton to Mount Holly, Raul commanding at the first and Donup at the other. General Howe and his main army were rapidly advancing by the Great Route to the Delaware.

On the other hand, the river was filled with American gondolas, whose crews, landing from time to time on the Jersey shore by their lawlessness and threats of retaliation, kept the Pacific inhabitants in continual alarm. The American Army, if it deserved the name, was literally scattered along the right bank of the Delaware, Mr. Reed being with a small detachment of Philadelphia volunteers under a Cadwallader at Bristol. Family tradition has described the anxious hours passed by the souring group at Evesham.

It consisted of Mrs. Reed, who had recently been confined and was in feeble health, her three children, an aged mother and a female friend, also a soldier's wife, the only male attendant being a boy of fourteen or fifteen years of age. If the enemy were to make a sudden advance, they would be entirely cut off from the ordinary avenues of escape, and precautions were taken to avoid this risk.

The wagon was ready to be driven by the boy we have spoken of, and the plan was matured, if they failed to get over the river at dunks or Cooper's ferry to cross lower down, near Salem, and push on to the westward settlements. The wives and children of American people, Patriot soldiers thought themselves safer on the perilous edge of an Indian wilderness than in the neighborhood of the soldiers who, commanded by nobleman, by men of honor and cavaliers, for such, according to all heraldry, were the Howes and Cornwallis's, the Persies and Roddens of that day, were sent by a gracious monarch to lay waste this land. The English campaigning of our revolution,

and no part of it more so than this, is the darkest among the dark stains that disfigure the history of the 18th century, and if ever there be a ground for hereditary animosity, we have it in the fresh record of the outrages which the military arm of Great Britain committed on this soil. The transplanted sentimentalism which nowadays calls George III, a wise and great monarch, is absolute treason to America. There was in the one colony of New Jersey, and in a single year, blood enough shed and misery enough produced, to outweigh all the spurious merits which his admirers can pretend to claim, and let such forever be the judgment of American history. It is worth a moment's meditation to pause and think of the sharp contrast in our heroine's

life. The short interval of less than six years had changed her not merely to womanhood, but to womanhood with extraordinary trials. Her youth was passed in scenes of peaceful prosperity, with no greater anxiety than for a distant lover, and with all the comforts which independence and social position could supply. She had crossed the ocean abroad, content to follow the fortunes of her young husband, though she little dreamed what they were to be. She had become a mother,

and while watching by the cradle of her infants, had seen her household broken up by war in its worst form, the internecine conflict of brothers and arms against each other. Her husband called away to scenes of bloody peril, and forced herself to seek uncertain refuge in a wilderness. She, too, let it be, be remembered was a native-born Englishwoman, with all the loyal sentiments that beat by instinct in an English woman's heart, reverence for the throne, the monarch, and for all the complex

institutions which hedge that mysterious, oracular thing called the British Constitution. God save the king, was neither then nor is it now a formal prayer on the lips of a British maiden. Coming to America, all this was changed. Loyalty was a badge of crime. The king's friends were her husbands and her new country's worst enemies. That which in the parks of London or at the horse guards she had admired as the holiday pageantry of war had become the fearful apparatus of savage hostility. She, an Englishwoman, was a fugitive from the brutality of English soldiers. Her destiny, her fortunes, and more than all her thoughts and hopes and wishes were changed.

And happy was it for her husband that they were changed completely unthorily in that her faith to household loyalty was exclusive. Hers it was, renouncing all other allegiance. In war or peace, in sickness or in health, in trouble and in danger and distress, through time and through eternity, to love. I have received, she writes in June 1777 to her husband, both my friend's letters.

They have contributed to raise my spirits, which though low enough are better than when you parted with me. The reflection, how much I pain you, by my want of resolution and the double distress I occasion you when I ought to make your duty as light as possible, would tend to depress my spirits did I not consider that the best and only amends is, to endeavor to resume my cheerfulness and regain my usual spirits. I wish you to know, my dearest friend, that I have done this as much as possible, and beg you to free your mind from every care on this head.

But to return to the narrative, interrupted naturally by thoughts like these. The reverses which the British Army met at Trenton and Princeton, with the details of which everyone is presumed to be familiar, saved that part of New Jersey where Mrs. Reed and her family resided from further danger, and on the retreat of the enemy and the consequent relief of Philadelphia from further alarm, she returned to her home. She returned there with pride as well as contentment, for her husband, inexperienced soldier that he was, had earned military fame of no slight eminence. He had been in nearly every action and always distinguished. Washington had on all occasions and at last in a special manner peculiarly honored him.

The Patriots of Philadelphia hailed him back among them, and the wife's smile of welcome was not less bright because she looked with fright upon her husband. Brief, however, was the new period of repose. The English generals deeply mortified at their discomfiture in New Jersey, resolved on a new and more elaborate attempt on Philadelphia, and in July 1777, set sail with the most complete equipment they had yet been able to prepare for the capes of the Chesapeake. On the landing of the British Army at the head of Elk,

and during the military movements that followed, Mrs. Reed was at Norristown, and there remained her husband having again joined the army till after the Battle of Brandywine, when she and her children were removed first to Burlington and thence to Flemington. Mr. Reed's hurried letters show the imminent danger that even women and children ran in those days of confusion. It is quite uncertain, he writes on 14th September 1777, which way the progress of the British Army may point. Upon their usual plan of movement, they will cross or endeavour to cross the school kill somewhere near my house,

in which case I shall be very dangerously situated. If you could possibly spare Cato with your light wagon to be with, With me to assist in getting off it there should be necessity, I shall be very glad. I have but few things beside the women and children, but yet upon a push, one wagon and two horses would be too little. Mrs. Reed's letters show her agonized condition, alarmed as she was at the continual and peculiar risk her husband was running. A little later, in February 1778, Mrs. Reed says, in writing to a dear female friend,

This season which used to be so long and tedious has to me been swift, and no sooner come than nearly gone. Not from the pleasures it has brought, but the fears of what is to come. And indeed, on many accounts, winter has become the only season of peace and safety. Returning spring will, I fear, bring a return of bloodshed and destruction to our country. That it must do so to this part of it seems unavoidable, and how much of the distress we may feel before we are able to move from it. I am unable to say. I sometimes fear a great deal.

It has already become too dangerous for mystery to be at home more than one day at a time, and that's seldom and uncertain. Indeed, I am easiest when he is from home, as his being here brings danger with it. There are so many disaffected to the cause of their country that they lie in wait for those who are active. But I trust that the same kind presiding power

which has preserved him from the hands of his enemies will still do it. Nor were her fears unreasonable. The neighborhood of Philadelphia, after it fell into the hands of the enemy, was infested by gangs of armed loyalists, who threatened the safety of every patriot whom they encountered. Tempted by the hard money which the British promised them, they dared any danger, and were willing to commit any enormity.

It was these very ruffians and their wily abettors for whom afterwards so much false sympathy was invoked. Mr. Reed and his family, though much exposed, happily escaped these dangers. During the military operations of the autumn of 1777, Mr. Reed was again attached as a volunteer to Washington's staff and during the winter that followed. The worst that America's soldiers saw. He was at, or in the immediate neighborhood of Valley Forge, as one of a committee of Congress, of which body he had some time before been chosen a member. Mrs. Reed, with her mother and her little family, took refuge at Flemington in the upper part of New Jersey.

She remained there till after the evacuation of Philadelphia and the Battle of Monmouth in June 1778. While thus separated from her husband and residing at Flemington, new domestic misfortune fell on her in the death of one of her children by smallpox. How like an affectionate heart-stricken mother is the following passage from a letter written at that time. Though it has no peculiar beauty of style, there is a touching genuineness which every reader, at least those who know a mother's heart under such affliction, will appreciate. "'Surely,' says she, "'my affliction has had its aggravation, and I cannot help reflecting on my neglect of my dear lost child. For thoughtful and attentive to my own situation, I did not take the necessary precaution

to prevent that fatal disorder when it was in my power. surely I ought to take blame to myself. I would not do it to aggravate my sorrow, but to learn a lesson of humility and more caution and prudence in future. Would to God I could learn every lesson intended by the stroke? I think sometimes of my loss with composure, acknowledging the wisdom, right, and even the kindness of the dispensation.

Again I feel it overcome me and strike the very bottom of my heart and tell me the work is not yet finished. nor was it finished, though in a sense different from what she apprehended. Her children were spared, but her own short span of life was nearly run. Trial and perplexity and separation from home and husband were doing their work. Mrs. Reed returned to Philadelphia, the seat of actual warfare being forever removed to apparent comfort and high social position. In the fall of 1778, Mr. Reed was elected president, or in the language of our day,

governor of Pennsylvania. His administration, its difficulties and ultimate success belonged to the history of the country and have been elsewhere illustrated. It was from first to last a period of intense political excitement, and Mr. Reed was the high target at which the sharp and venomous shafts of party virulence were chiefly shot. The suppressed poison of loyalism mingled with a ferocity of ordinary political animosity, and the scene was in every respect discreditable to all concerned. Slander of every sort was freely propagated. Personal violence was threatened. Gentlemen went armed in the streets of Philadelphia. Folly on one hand and fanaticism on the other put in jeopardy the lives of many distinguished citizens in October 1779 and Mr. Reed by his energy

and discretion saved them. There is extant a letter from his wife written to a friend on the day of what is well known in Philadelphia as the Fort Wilson riot dated at Germantown, which shows her fears for her husband's safety were not less reasonable when he was exposed to the fury of an excited populace than to the legitimate hostility of an enemy on the field of battle. Dear sir, I would not take a moment of your time to tell you the distress and anxiety I feel, but only to beg you to let me know in what state things are and what is likely to be the consequence. I write not to Mr. Reed because I know he is not in a situation. to attend to me.

I conjure you by the friendship you have for Mr. Reed. Don't leave him. E. R. And throughout this scene of varied perplexity, when the heart of the statesman was oppressed by trouble without, disappointment, ingratitude. All that makes a politician's life so wretched, he was sure to find his home happy,

his wife smiling and contented, with no visible sorrow to impair her welcome, and no murmur to break the melody of domestic joy. It sustained him to the end. This was humble, homely heroism, but it did its good work in cheering and sustaining a spirit that might have otherwise been broken. Let those disparage it who have never had the solace

which such companionship affords, or who never have known the bitter sorrow of its loss. In May 1780, Mrs. Reed's youngest son was born. It was of him that Washington a month later wrote, I warmly thank you for calling the young Christian by my name, and it was he who more than 30 years afterwards died in the service of his country, not less gloriously because he was not a death of triumph. Asterisk. George Washington Reed, a commander in the U.S. Navy,

died a prisoner of war in Jamaica in 1813. He refused a parole because unwilling to leave his crew in a pestilential climate, and himself perished. Return to text. It was a personal. in the fall of this year that the ladies of Philadelphia united in their remarkable and generous contribution for the relief of the suffering soldiers by supplying them with clothing. Mrs. Reed was placed by their united suffrage at the head of this association.

The French Secretary of Legation, Monsieur de Marlbois, in a letter that has been published, tells her she is called to the office as, the best patriot, the most zealous and active, and the most attached to the interests of her country. Notwithstanding the feeble state of her health, Mrs. Reed entered upon her duties with great animation. The work was congenial to her feelings. It was charity in its genuine form and from its purest source, the voluntary outpouring from the heart. It was not stimulated by the excitements of our day, neither fancy fares nor bazaars, but the American woman met, and seeing the necessity that asked interposition, relieved it. They solicited money and other contributions directly.

and for a precise and avowed object. They labored with their needles and sacrificed their trinkets and jewelry. The result was very remarkable. The aggregate amount of contributions in the city and county of Philadelphia was not less than $7,500 species. Much of it too paid in hard money

at a time of the greatest appreciation. All ranks of society, says President Reed's biographer, seemed to have joined in the liberal effort from Phyllis the colored woman with her humble seven shillings and sixpence to the Marchioness de Lafayette, who contributed one hundred guineas in Spichy, and the Countess de Luzerne who gave six thousand dollars in continental paper. Lafayette's gentlemanly letter to Mrs. Reed is worth preserving. Headquarters, June the 25th, 1780. Madam.

In admiring the new resolution in which the fair ones of Philadelphia have taken the lead, I am induced to feel for those American ladies, who being out of a few of of the continent cannot participate in this patriotic measure. I know of one who, heartily wishing for a personal acquaintance with the Ladies of America, would feel particularly happy to be admitted among them on the present occasion. Without presuming to break in upon the rules of your respected association, may I most humbly present myself as her ambassador to the Confederate ladies, and solicit in her name that Mrs. President be pleased to accept of her offering. With the highest respect, I have the honor to be, Madam, your most obedient servant, Lafayette.

Mrs. Reed's correspondence with the Commander-in-Chief on the subject of the mode of administering relief to the poor soldiers has been already published, and is very creditable to both parties. Asterisk. Life and Correspondence of President Reed. Return to text. Her letters are marked by business-like intelligence and sound feminine common sense, on subjects of which, as a secluded woman she could have personally no previous knowledge, and Washington, as has been truly observed, writes as judiciously on the humble topic of soldier's shirts as on the plan of a campaign on the subsistence of an army. All this time it must be borne in mind, it was a feeble, delicate woman who was thus writing and laboring, her husband again away from her with the army,

and her family cares and anxieties daily multiplying. She writes from her country residence on the banks of schoolkill, as late as the 22nd of all. August 1780. I am most anxious to get to town because here I can do little for the soldiers. But the body and the heroic spirit were alike over tasked, and in the early part of the next month, alarming disease developed itself and soon ran its fatal course. On the 18th of September, 1780, her aged mother, her husband and little children, the oldest ten years old, mourning around her.

She breathed her last at the early age of 34. There was deep and honest sorrow in Philadelphia when the news was circulated that Mrs. Reed was dead. It stilled for a moment the violence of party spirit. All classes united in a hearty tribute to her memory. Nor is it inappropriate in closing this brief memoir to notice a coincidence in local history. A contrast in the career and fate of two women of these times which is strongly picturesque. It was on the 25th of September 1780, seven days after. after Mrs. Reed was carried to her honored grave, and followed thither by crowds of her own

and her husband's friends, that the wife of Benedict Arnold, a native-born Philadelphia woman, was stunned by the news of her husband's detected treachery and dishonor. Let those who doubt the paramount duty of every man and every woman, too, to their country, and the sure destiny of all who are false to it, meditate on this contrast. Mrs. Arnold had been a leader of what is called fashion in her native city, belonging to the spurious aristocracy of a provincial town, a woman of beauty and accomplishment and rank. Her connections were all thorough and sincere loyalists,

and Arnold had won his way into a circle generally exclusive and intolerant by his known disaffection, and especially his insolent opposition to the local authorities, and to Mr. Reed as the chief executive magistrate. The aristocratic beauty smiled kindly on a lover who felt the same antipathies she had been taught to cherish. while Mrs. Reed and her friends were toiling to relieve the wants of the suffering soldiers, in June, July, and August 1780, Mrs. Arnold was communing with her husband, not in plans of treason,

but in all his hatreds and discontents. He probably did not trust her with the whole of the perilous stuff that was fermenting in his heart, for it was neither necessary nor safe to do so. But he knew her nature and habits of thought well enough to be sure that if success crowned his plan of treason, and if honors and rewards were earned, his wife would not frown or reject them because they had been won by treachery. And he played his game out, boldly, resolutely, confidently. The patriot woman of Philadelphia sank into her grave,

honored and lamented by those among whom so recently she had come a stranger. Her tomb, alongside of that of her husband, still stands on the soil of her country. The fugitive wife of an American trader fled forever from her home and native soil and died abroad unnoticed and by her husband's crime, dishonored. She was lost in a traitor's ignominy.

Such was then, and such ever will be, the fate of all who betray a public and a patriot trust. End of Chapter 2. Chapters 3 and 4 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1, by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Librevovox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 3. Catherine 3. Schuyler. The name of Philip Schuyler adds another to the list of distinguished men indebted largely

to maternal guidance. To his mother, a woman of strong and cultivated mind, he owed his early education and habits of business, with that steadfast integrity which never faltered nor forsook him. His wife, the beloved companion of his mature years, cherished his social virtues and added lustre to his fame. Those who shared his generous hospitality, or felt the charm of his polished manners, were were ready to testify to the excellence of her whose gentle influence was always apparent. A brief notice of her is all that can here be offered. Catherine Schuyler was the only daughter of John Van Rensselaer, called Patroon of Greenbush, a patriot in the revolutionary struggle, and noted for his hospitality and for his kindness

and forbearance towards the tenants of his vast estates during the war. It cannot be doubted that the recent anti-rents struggles which have almost convulsed the state of New York can be traced to the amy. but injudicious indulgence of this great landowner and his immediate heirs. The qualities which in some cases shown in remarkable acts were constantly exercised by Mrs. Schuyler in the domestic sphere. At the head of a large family, her management was so perfect that the regularity with which all went on appeared spontaneous. Her life was devoted to the care of her children, yet her friendships were warm and constant, and she found time for dispensing

charities to the poor. Many families in poverty remember with gratitude the aid received from her, sometimes in the shape of a milch cow or other article of use. She possessed great self-control, and as a mistress of a household, her prudence was blended with unvarying kindness. Her chief pleasure was in diffusing happiness in her home. The house in which the family resided near Albany was built by Mrs. Schuyler while her husband was in England in 1760 and 1761. It had probably been commenced previously. The ancient family mansion, large and highly ornamented in the Dutch taste, stood on the corner of state and Washington streets in the city. It was taken down about the year 1800.

It was a place of resort for British officers and travelers of note in the French War. Fourteen French gentlemen, some of them officers who had been captured in 1758, were here entertained as prisoners on parole. They found it most agreeable to be in Schuyler's house, as he could convent. with them in French, and his kindness made them friends. In 1801, when Mrs. Schuyler and some of her family visited Montreal and Quebec, they were received with grateful attention by the descendants of those gentlemen. Near Saratoga, the scene of General Schuyler's triumph, he had an elegant country seat which was destroyed by General Burgoyne.

It was one of the most picturesque incidents of the war that the captive British General with his suite should be received and entertained after the surrender at Saratoga by those whose property he had wantonly laid waste. The courtesy and kindness shown by General and Mrs. Schuyler to the late enemy, and their general forgetfulness of their own losses, were sensibly felt and acknowledged. Madame de Riesel says their reception was not like that of enemies, but of intimate friends. All their actions proved that at sight of the misfortunes of others they quickly forgot their own. This delicacy and generosity drew from Burgoying the observance.

to General Schuyler. You are too kind to me, who have done so much injury to you. The reply was characteristic of the noble-hearted victor. Such is the fate of war. Let us not dwell on the subject. The Marquis de Chastelieu mentions that just previous to this visit, General Schuyler being detained at Saratoga, where he had seen the ruins of his beautiful villa, wrote then to his wife to make every preparation

for giving the best reception to Burgoyne and his suite. the British commander was well received by Mrs. Skyler and lodged in the best apartment in the house. An excellent supper was served him in the evening, the honors of which were done with so much grace that he was affected even to tears and said with a deep sigh, Indeed, this is doing too much for the man who has ravaged their lands

and burned their dwellings. The next morning he was reminded of his misfortunes by an incident that would have amused anyone else. his bed was prepared in a large room, but as he had a numerous suite or family, several mattresses were spread on the floor for some officers to sleep near him. Schuyler's second son,

a little fellow about seven years old, very arch and forward, but very amiable, was running all the morning about the house. Opening the door of the saloon, he burst out laughing on seeing all the English collected, and shut it after him, exclaiming, You are all my prisoners! This innocent cruelty rendered them more

melancholy than before. Thus were even the miseries of war softened by Mrs. Skyler's graceful courtesy, while the military renown won by her husband's illustrious services was associated with remembrances of disinterested kindness bestowed in requital for injury. In reverse, her resolution and courage had been proved equal to the emergency. When the Continental Army was retreating from Fort Edward before Burgoyne, Mrs. Schuyler went up herself in her chariot from Albany to Saratoga. to see to the removal of her furniture.

While there, she received directions from the general to set fire with her own hand to his extensive fields of wheat, and to request his tenants and others to do the same, rather than suffer them to be reaped by the enemy. The injunction shows the soldier's confidence in her spirit, firmness, and patriotism. Many of the women of this family appear to have been remarkable for strong intellect and clear judgment. The Mrs. Schuyler described in Mrs. Grant's memoirs was a venerated rube. relative of the general. He lost his admirable wife in 1803. Her departure left his last years desolate and saddened many hearts in which yet lives the memory of her bright virtues. One of her daughters, Mrs. Alexander Hamilton, now resides in Washington, D.C., and another

at Oswego. Chapter 4. Catherine Green Catherine Littlefield, the eldest daughter of John Littlefield and Phoebe Ray, was born in New Shoreham on Block Island, 1753. When very young, she came with her sister to reside in the family of Governor Green of Warwick, a lineal descendant of the founder of the family whose wife was her aunt. The house in which they lived, 12 or 14 miles south of Providence, is still standing. It is situated on a hill which commands a view of the whole of Narragansett Bay with its islands. Mount Hope, associated with King Philip and the Indian traditions, fills the background, rising slightly above the line of the horizon. It was here that Miss Littlefield's happy girlhood was passed,

and it was here also that she first knew Natanael Green. She often went on a visit to her family at Block Island. Natanael would come there to see her, and the time was spent by the young people in amusements, particularly in riding and dancing, of which the future general was remarkably fond, notwithstanding his father's efforts to whip out of him such idle propensities. He was not discouraged by the example of his fair companion

from any of these outbreaks of youthful gaiety. For the tradition of the country around, and the recollections of all who knew her, testify that there never lived a more joyous, frolicsome creature than Kate Littlefield. In person she was singularly lovely. Her figure was of the medium height and light and graceful at this period, though in after year she was inclined to en bon point,

her eyes were gray and her complexion fair her features regular and animated the facilities for female education being very limited at that period miss littlefield enjoyed few advantages of early cultivation she was not particularly fond of study though she read the books that came in her way and profited by what she read she possessed moreover a marvellous quickness of perception and the faculty of comprehending a subject with surprising readiness thus in conversation she seemed to appreciate everything said on almost any topic and frequently would astonish others by the ease with which her mind took hold of the ideas presented she was at all times an intelligent listener on one occasion when the conversation turned on botany she looked over the books and collection of a swedish botanist making remarks from time to time which much interested him and showed her an observer of no common intelligence this extraordinary activity of mind and to mind and in seizing on points so as to apprehend almost intuitively distinguished her through life. It enabled her without apparent mental effort to apply the instruction conveyed in the books she read to the practical affairs of life, and to enrich her varied conversation with the knowledge gained from them and her observation of the world. This power of rendering available

her intellectual stores, combined with a retentative memory, a lively imagination and great fluency in speech, rendered her one of the most brilliant and entertaining of women. When to these gifts was added the charm of rare beauty, it cannot excite wonder that the possessor of such attractions should fascinate all who approached her. How when or by what course of wooing the youthful lover won the bright, volatile, coquettish maiden cannot be ascertained. But it is probable that attachment grew in the approving eyes of their relatives, and met with no obstacle till sealed by the matrimonial bow. The marriage took place July 20, 1774, and the young couple removed. to Coventry. Little, it is likely, did the fair Catherine dream of her future destiny as a soldier's wife,

or that the broad-brimmed hat of her young husband covered brows that should one day be wreathed with the living laurels won by genius and patriotism. We have no means of knowing, with how much interest she watched the overclouding of the political horizon, or the dire advance of the necessity that drove the colonies to armed resistance. But when her husband's decision was made and he stood forth a determined patriot, separating himself from the community in which he had been born and reared, by embracing a military profession, his spirited wife did her part to aid and encourage him. The papers of the day frequently notice her presence among other ladies at headquarters. Like Mrs. Washington, she passed the active season

of the campaign at home. Hers was a new establishment at Coventry, a village in Rhode Island, where her husband had erected a forge, and built himself what then passed for a princely house on the banks of one of those small streams which form so beautiful a feature in Rhode Island scenery. When the Army before Boston was inoculated for the smallpox, she gave up her house for a hospital.

She was there during the attack on Rhode Island, and every canon on the hard-fought day which closed that memorable enterprise must have awakened the echoes of those quiet hills. When the Army went into winter quarters, she always set out to rejoin her husband, sharing cheerfully the narrow quarters

in hard fare of a camp. she partook of the privations of the dreary winter at valley forge in that darkest hour of the revolution and it appears that as at home her gay spirit shed light around her even in such scenes softening and enlivening the gloom which might have weighed many a bold heart into despondency there are extants some interesting little notes of cosciosco in very imperfect english which show her kindness to her husband's friends and the pleasure she took in alleviating their sufferings how much her society was prized by general gruelcoe by general grueless Green, and how impatiently he bore separation from her, may be seen in his letters. Asterisk. The letters quoted or referred to in this sketch are from the manuscript correspondence of General Green in the possession of his grandson, Professor George W. Green of Providence, Rhode Island, late Consul, at Rome.

Return to text. When about to start for the South in October 1780, he waits for her arrival to join him, expecting she will overtake him at camp or in Philadelphia. and expresses the greatest anxiety that she should avoid the dangerous route by peak skill. His fear for her safety at last impel him to request her not to encounter the risk. Mr. Hughes, who knows the feelings of the anxious wife, detains the letters, and afterwards confessing the unwarrantable liberty, for which he, deserved to appear before a court-martial, says,

But if I do, I will plead Mrs. General Green. Again, he writes, give me leave to say that your lady, if possible, without injury to herself, must see you. My God, she will suffer a thousand times as much by a disappointment as she can by going ten times the distance. Notwithstanding her ardent wish to accompany the General, it seems that Mrs. Green was prevented from doing so. Mrs. Washington writes to her from Mount Vernon to say that General Green was well, and had spent the evening at Mount Vernon on his way to Richmond. General Whedon in a letter to her announces that the general had stopped for the night at his house in Richmond

and invites Mrs. Green if she should come as far as Virginia to quarter under his roof. A letter from the Commander-in-Chief, written from New Windsor on the 15th of December, encloses Mrs. Green a letter from her husband and offers to forward hers. Mrs. Washington, he says, who has just arrived at these my quarters, joins me in most cordial wishes for your every felicity and regrets the want of your company. Remember me to my namesake. Nat, I suppose, can handle a musket. The namesake alluded to was the eldest son

who was afterwards drowned in the Savannah River. His mother never recovered her spirits after this shock. Mrs. Green joined her husband in the south after the close of the active campaign of 1781 and remained with him till the end of the war, residing on the islands during the heats of summer and the rest of the time at headquarters. In the spring of 1783, she returned to the...

the north where she remained till the general had completed his arrangements for removing to the south. They then established themselves at Mulberry Grove on a plantation which had been presented to Green by the state of Georgia. Mrs. Green's first impressions of southern life and manners are painted in lively colors in her letters to northern friends. The following passage is from one to Miss Flagg. If you expect to be an inhabitant of this country, you must not think to sit down with your netting pins, but on the contrary employ half your time at the toilet. one quarter to paying and receiving visits, the other quarter to scolding servants

with a hard thump every now and then over the head, or singing, dancing, reading, writing, or saying your prayers. The latter here is quite a phenomenon, but you need not tell how you employ your time. The letters of General Green to his wife breathe the most entire confidence and affection. His respect for her judgment and good sense is shown in the freedom with which he expresses his thoughts

and unfolds his hopes and plans. He evidently looked to her for support and sympathy in all his cares and troubles. His lighter hours, even in absence, were shared with her. Sometimes his youthful gait he breaks forth in his descriptions of adventures and persons encountered in his travels. And regard for his interest was plainly above every other thought in the mind of his wife. After his death, she writes to Mr. Wadsworth his executor, September 19th, 1788, "'I consider—' "'Bank, blank, blank, blank,

debts of honor and would starve rather than they should not be paid. I am a woman unaccustomed to anything but the trifling business of a family, yet my exertions may affect something. If they do not, and if I sacrifice my life in the cause of my children, I shall but do my duty and follow the example of my illustrious husband. It was while on a visit to Savannah with his wife, the General Green was seized with the disease which in a few days closed his brilliant career. They were then preparing to return and pass the summer at the north.

The weight of care that fell on Mrs. Green in consequence of this event would have crushed an ordinary mind, but she struggled nobly through it all. Some years afterwards, thinking that some lands she owned on Cumberland Island offered greater advantages than Mulberry Grove, she removed there with her family, dividing her time between the household duties and the cares of an extensive hospitality, occasionally visiting the north in the summer, but continuing to look upon the south as her home. It was while she lived at Mulberry Grove that she became instrumental in introducing to the world, an invention which has covered with wealth the fields of the south.

Late in 1792, her sympathies were enlisted in behalf of a young man, a native of Massachusetts, who, having come to Georgia to take the place of private teacher in the gentleman's family, had been disappointed in obtaining the situation, and found himself without full friends or resources in a strange land. Mrs. Green and her family treated him with great kindness. He was invited to make his home in her house while he pursued the study of the law

to which he had determined to devote himself. According to the account of some, his attention was attracted to the cotton plant growing in the garden, and to Mr. Miller's observation that cotton of that sort could be cultivated as a staple, provided some method could be found of cleaning it

from the seed. According to others, a party of gentlemen on a visit to the family spoke of the want of an effective machine for separating the cotton from the seed, without which it was allowed, there could be no profitable cultivation of this more productive species. Mrs. Green spoke of the mechanical genius of her young protege, introduced him to the company, and showed little specimens of his skill in tambour frames and articles for the children. Eli Whitney, for that was the name of the young student, was strongly impressed with the conversation. He examined the cotton and communicated his plants to Mrs. Green and Mr. Miller, who gave him warm encouragement.

A basement room into which no one else was admitted was appropriated for his work. He labored day after day, making the necessary tools, and persevering with unwearied industry. By spring, the cotton gin was completed, and exhibited to the wonder and delight of planters invited from different parts of Georgia to witness its successful operation. mr phineas miller entered into an agreement with whitney to bear the expense of maturing the invention and to divide the future profits he was a man of remarkably active and cultivated mind mrs green married him some time after the death of general green she survived him several years dying just before the close of the late war in england her remains rest in the family burial ground at cumberland island where but a few years afterwards the body of one of her husband's best officers and warmest friends, the gallant Lee, was brought to Mulder by her side. She left four children by her first marriage, three daughters and one son, upon whom the son and second daughter are still living.

Mrs. Miller, related to a lady residing in New York, the incident of Colonel Aaron Burr's requesting permission to stop at her house when he came south, after his fatal duel with General Hamilton. She would not refuse the demand upon her hospitality, but his victim had been her friend, and she could not receive as a guest one whose hands were crimsoned with his blood. She gave Burr permission to remain, but at the same time ordered her carriage and quitted her house, returning as soon as he had taken his departure. This little anecdote is strongly illustrative of her impulsive and generous character. The lady who mentioned it to me had herself experienced in time of the illness of one dear to her, Mrs. Miller's sympathy and

active kindness, and described her manners as gentle, frank, and winning. Her praise, were I at liberty to mention her name, would do the highest honor to its object. The descendants of Mrs. Green regard her with affectionate reverence. She was a loved and honored wife, and a tender yet judicious mother. Her discipline was remarkably strict, and none of her children ever thought of disobeying her. Yet she would sometimes join with childlike merriment in their sports. A lady now living in Providence states that one day, after the close of the war, passing General Green's house in Newport, she saw both him and his wife playing

Puss in the corner with the children. She loved a jest and sometimes too a hearty laugh upon her friends. On one occasion, while living at Newport after the close of the war, she disguised herself like an old beggar woman, so effectually that she was not recognized even by her brother-in-law. In this dress she went round to the houses of her friends to ask charity, telling a piteous tale of losses and sufferings. At one house they were at the card table,

and one of her most intimate friends, as she ordered her off, desired their servant to look well as she went out and see that she did not steal something from the entry. At another, the master of the house was just sitting down to supper, and though an old acquaintance and a shrewd man was not only deceived, but so moved by her story that he gave her the loafy was on the point of cutting for himself. When she had sufficiently amused herself with this practical test, of her friend's charity, she took off her disguise and indulged her merriment at their expense,

reminding them that with the exception of the loaf, she had been turned away without any experience of their liberality. Mrs. Green's power of fascination described as absolutely irresistible may be illustrated by a little anecdote. A lady, who is still living, had heard much of her, and resolved, as young ladies sometimes will, when they hear too much about a person, that she would not like her. One day she chanced to be. be on a visit at the late Colonel wards in New York where she saw a lady, dressed completely in black, even to the headdress, which was drawn close under the throat, who, from her seat on the sofa, was holding the whole company in breathless attention

to the lively anecdotes of the war, and the brilliant sketches of character, which she was drawing so skillfully and in a tone so winning, that it was impossible not to listen to her. Still, the young girl's resolution was not shaken. She might be compelled to admire, but the liking. dependent on herself, and she took a seat at the opposite side of the room. How long she remained there she was never able to tell, but her first consciousness was of being seated on a stool at the old lady's feet, leaning upon her knee, and looking up in her face

as confidingly as if she had been her own mother. End of chapters three and four. Chapter 5 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Lieberbox recording is in the public. Public Domain. Chapter 5. Mercy Warren The name of Mercy Warren belongs to American history. In the influence she exercised, she was perhaps the most remarkable woman who lived

at the revolutionary period. She was the third child of Colonel James Otis of Barnstable in the old colony of Plymouth, and was born there September 25, 1728. Asterisk. This date, with that of her death, is taken from the entries in the family. Bible at Plymouth. Return to text. The Otis family came to the country in 1630 or 1640 and settled first in Hingham. The youth of Miss Otis was passed in the retirement of her home in a routine of domestic employments and the duties devolving upon her as the eldest daughter in a family of high

respectability. Her love of reading was early manifested and such was her economy of time that never neglecting her domestic cares or the duties of hospitality, she found leisure not only to improve her mind by careful study, but for various works of female ingenuity. A card table is preserved by one of her descendants in Quincy as a monument of her taste and industry. The design was her own, the patterns being obtained by gathering and pressing flowers from the gardens and fields. These are copied in worsted work and form one of the most curious and beautiful specimens to be found in the country. At that period, the opportunities for female education were extremely limited, but perhaps the more prized on that account.

Miss Otis gained nothing from schools. Her only assistant in the intellectual culture of her earlier years was the Reverend Jonathan Russell, the minister of the parish, from whose library she was supplied with books and by whose counsels her tastes were in a measure formed. It was from reading, in accordance with his advice, Raleigh's history of the world, that her attention was particularly directed to history, the branch of literature to which she afterwards devoted herself. In later years, her brother James, who was himself an excellent scholar, became her advisor and companion in literary pursuits. There existed between them a strong attachment,

which nothing ever impaired. Even in the wildest moods of that insanity with which late in life the great patriot was afflicted, her voice had power to calm him when all else was without effect. These favorite employments of reading, drawing, and needlework formed the recreation of a quiet life in the home which Miss Otis rarely quitted. A visit to Boston at the time of her brother's graduation at Harvard College in 1743 was the occasion of her first absence for any length of time. When about 26, she became the wife of James Warren, then a merchant of Plymouth, Massachusetts. In him, she found a partner of congenial mind. her new avocations and cares were not allowed to impair the love of literature which had been the delight of her youth it was while residing occasionally for a few weeks with her husband and children on a farm a few miles from the village to which she gave the name of clifford that most of her poetical productions were written

on the other hand attached as she was to these pursuits she never permitted them to interfere with household duties or the attention of a devoted mother to her children her attainments fitted her to give them valuable instruction and the lessons of her loving spirit of wisdom were not lost with this fondness for historical studies and the companionship of such a brother and husband it is not strange that the active and powerful intellect of mrs warren should become engaged with interest in political affairs these were now assuming an aspect that engrossed universal attention decision and action were called for on the part of those inclined to one or the other side how warmly mrs warren espouse the cause of her country how deeply her feelings were enlisted appears in her letters her correspondence with the great spirits of that era if published would form a most valuable contribution to our historical literature this rich correspondence has been preserved by her descendants and affords the material for the present memoir. It includes letters besides those from the members of her own family, from Samuel and John Adams, Jefferson, Dickinson, Jerry, Knox, and others. These men asked her opinion in political matters and acknowledged the excellence of her judgment. Referring to some of her observations on the critical state of affairs after the war,

General Knox writes, I should be happy, madam, to receive your communications from time to time, particularly on the subject enlarged on in this letter. Your sentiments shall remain with me. Mrs. Warren herself thus writes to Mr. Adams before the meeting of the First Congress. Though you have condescended to ask my sentiments in conjunction with those of a gentleman qualified both by his judgment and integrity, as well as his attachment to the interest of his country,

to advise at this important crisis, yet I shall not be so presumptuous as to offer anything but my fervent wishes that the enemies of America may hereafter forever tremble at the wisdom and firmness, the prudence and justice of the delegates deputed from our cities, as much as did the Foccians of old at the power of the amfictions of Greece. But if the Lachrians should in time appear among you, I advise you to beware of choosing an ambitious Philip as your leader.

Such a one might subvert the principles on which your institution is founded, abolish your order, and build up a monarchy on the ruins of the happy institution. Asterisk Letter July 14th, 1774 All the extracts from letters in this memoir are from the manuscript correspondence of Mrs. Warren in the possession of her daughter-in-law, who resides at Plymouth.

This lady herself, a descendant of Governor Winslow, whose family intermarried with the Warrens in the fourth and sixth generations. One of the curiosities of her parlor is an easy-chair belonging to Governor Winslow, which was brought over in the Mayflower. The iron staples are stables, attached by which it was fastened to the cabin floor of the pilgrim ship,

and its present covering is the dress of white brocade richly embroidered worn by Mercy Warren on the day after her marriage. Some of the ancient China also remains. Several pieces 150 years old are of surpassing beauty. Return to text. Colonial difficulties and the signs of the times formed subjects of communication continually between Mrs. Warren and her female friends. Mrs. Adams says to her,

in 1773. You, madam, are so sincere a lover of your country, and so hearty a mourner in all her misfortunes, that it will greatly aggravate your anxiety to hear how much she is now oppressed and insulted. To you, who have so thoroughly looked through the deeds of men, and developed the dark designs of a rapatio soul, no action however base or sordid, no measure, however cruel and villainous, will be matter of any surprise. The tea, that baneful weed, is a rise. The tea, great and I hope effectual opposition has been made to the landing the friendship that existed between these two gifted women was truly beautiful and touching commenced in early youth it continued unchanged through the vicissitudes of a long and eventful life unshaken by

troubles unchilled by cares unalienated by misunderstanding their thoughts were communicated to each other with perfect freedom and openness and they found in joy and and sorrow, a solace, or an added pleasure in each other's sympathy and affection. The sister of Abigail Adams, who married Mr. Shaw, was also warmly attached to Mrs. Warren. The celebrated Mrs. McCauley was another of her favorite correspondence, though they were not personally acquainted till that lady's visit to New England. Mrs. Warren's letters to her described the progress of the revolutionary spirit, that written December 29, 1774, speaks forcibly of the aspect of things.

America stands armed with resolution and virtue, but she still recoils at the idea of drawing the sword against the nation from whence she derived her origin. Yet Britain, like an unnatural parent, is ready to plunge her dagger into the bosom of her affectionate offspring. But may we not yet hope for more lenient measures? You, madam, can easily delineate the characters of the new Parliament.

The seeds of an empire are sown in this new world. The ball rolls westward fast, and though we are daily threatened with the depredations of Britain with foreign auxiliaries, and the incursions of the savages, yet each city, from Nova Scotia to Georgia, has her Dici and her Fabi ready to sacrifice their devoted lives to preserve inviolate, and to convey to their children the inherent rights of men conferred on all by the God of Nature, and the privileges of Englishmen claimed by Americans from the sacred sanction of Compax. In the following year she writes, i hinted that the sword was half drawn from the scabbard since that it has been unsheathed almost every tongue is calling on the justice of heaven to punish or disperse the disturbers of the peace liberty and happiness of their country

she says to john adams i have my fears yet notwithstanding the complicated difficulties that rise before us there is no receding and i should blush if in any instance the weak passions of my sex should dance the fortitude, the patriotism, and the manly resolution of yours. May nothing ever check that glorious spirit of freedom which inspires the patriot in the cabinet and the hero in the field, with courage to maintain their righteous cause, and to endeavor to transmit the claim to posterity, even if they must seal the rich conveyance to their children with their own blood. Asterisk 1. Letter August 2, 1775. Return to text.

The desk, the pews, and other incumption. are taken down in the old south, a church long venerated in the town, to make it convenient for the accommodation of General Burgoyne's light horse, while the infamous Dr. Morrison, whose character, I suppose you are acquainted with, reads prayers in the church in Brattle Street to a set of Banditti, who, after the repins, robberies, and devastations of the week, dare, some of them, to lift up their sacrilegious hands and bow before the altar of mercy. I will breathe one wish more, and that is, for the restoration of peace. Peace, I mean on equitable terms, for pusillanimous and feeble as I am,

I cannot wish to see the sword quietly put up in the scabbard until justice is done to America. Two asterisks. Letter October 1775. Return to text. During the years that preceded the revolution and after its outbreak, Mrs. Warren's house appears to have been the resort of much company. as she herself says by the Plymouth Fire side where many political plans originated, disgust, and digested. She reminds Mr. Adams

while he is in Europe of his words once uttered in a moment of despondency that, the dispute between Great Britain and America will not be settled till your sons and my sons are able to assist and negotiate with the different European courts. A lady replied, though perhaps not from prescience

but from presentiment or presumption that you must do it yourself, that the work must be done immediately, and that she expected from you in the intervals of business a pleasing narration of the different customs, manners, taste, genius and policy of nations with whom at present we are little acquainted. You assented a compliance if the prediction took place. Although her home was in Plymouth,

her place of residence was occasionally changed during the war. At one time she lived in the house at Milton which Governor Hutchinson had occupied. Wherever she was, the Friends of America, were always welcome to the shelter of her roof and the hospitalities of her table. In different passages of her letters to Mr. Adams, the officers with whom she became acquainted are described. The following extract is interesting. The generals Washington, Lee, and Gates with several other distinguished officers from headquarters, dined with us, at Watertown three days

since. The first of these, I think, one of the most amiable and accomplished gentleman, both in person, mind and manners that I have met with. The second, whom I never saw before, I think plain in his person to a degree of ugliness, careless even to unpoliteness. His garb ordinary, his voice rough, his manners rather morose, yet sensible, learned, judicious, and penetrating,

a considerable traveller agreeable in his narrations and a zealous, indefatigable friend to the American cause. But much more from a love of freedom and an impartial sense of the inherent rights of mankind at large than from any attachment or disgust to particular persons or countries. The last is a brave soldier, a high republican, a sensible companion, an honest man, of unaffected manners and easy deportment. She spoke thus of the Count d'Eastain.

While the errand on which the Count d'Eastain came out excites our gratitude, the dignity of his deportment commands respect, and his reserved affability, if I may so express it, heightens our esteem. and lafayette is praised in the conic fashion penetrating active sensible and judicious he acquits himself with the highest applause in the public eye while the politeness of his manners and the sociability of his temper insure his welcome at every hospitable board every page from the pen of mrs warren is remarkable for clearness and vigour of thought thus her style was not vitiated by the artificial tastes of the day yet her expression is often studiously elaborated in accordance with the prevalent fashion. This is the case in her letters written with most care, while in others her ardent spirit

pours out its feelings with irrepressible energy, portraying itself in the genuine and simple language of emotion. The following passage, perhaps, did not then appear studied, even in a familiar letter. The late convulsions are only the natural struggles which ensue when the genius of liberty arises to assert her rights

in opposition to the ghost of tyranny. I doubt not this. this fell form will ere long be driven from our land, then may the western skies behold virtue, which is generally the attendant of freedom, seated on a throne of peace, where she may ever preside over the rising commonwealth of America. Asterisk. Letter to Mrs. Lathrop, 1775.

Return to text. About this time, as it appears, was published the group, a satirical dramatic piece in two acts, in which many of the leading story characters of the day were humorously, introduced. A strong political influence has been ascribed to this and other satirical poems from her pen. It is an allusion to this that Mrs. Adams speaks of a rapatio soul, Governor Hutchinson being thus designated. The following description is applied to him. But Mark the traitor, his high-crime-glossed ore conceals the tender feelings of the man, the social ties that bind the human heart. He strikes a

bargain with his country's foes and joins to wrap America in flames. Yet with feigned pity and satanic grin, as if more deep to fix the keen insult, or make his life afar still more complete, he sends a groan across the broad Atlantic, and with a fizz of crocodilian stab, can weep and wreathe still hoping to deceive. He cries, the gathering clouds hang thick about her, but laughs within, then sobs, Alas, my country. Act two, scene one. With the classical illusions then common, she mentions.

India's poisonous weed. Long since a sacrifice to Thetus made a rich regal. Now all the watery dames may snuff Sushong, and sip in flowing bowls the higher-flavored choice, Hesonian stream, and leave their nectar to old Homer's gods. It may be imagined that such bold and keen satire would produce a marked sensation, and be severely felt by the persons against whom it was aimed. The author herself seems to have had some misgivings,

fearing lest her patriotic feelings, should have carried her too far. Mrs. Adams thus reassures her. I observe, my friend, is laboring under apprehension, lest the severity with which a certain group was drawn, was incompatible with that benevolence which ought always to be predominant in a female character. though an eagle's talent asks an eagle's eye and satire in the hands of some is a very dangerous weapon yet when it is so happily blended with benevolence and is awakened only by the love of virtue and abhorrence of vice when truth is unavoidably preserved and ridiculous and vicious actions are alone the subject it is so far from blamable that it is certainly meritorious mrs warren employed much of her leisure with her pen she kept a faithful wren record of occurrences during the dark days of her country's affliction, through times that engaged the attention both of the philosopher and the politician. She did this with the design

of transmitting to posterity a faithful portraiture of the most distinguished characters of the day. Her intention was fulfilled in her history of the war. Her poetical compositions, afterwards collected and dedicated to General Washington, were the amusement of solitude, when many of her friends were actively engaged in the field or cabinet. Some of them contain allusions to bodily sufferings, her health being far from robust. The tragedies, the sack of Rome, and the ladies of Castile, are more remarkable for patriotic sentiment than dramatic merit.

The verse is smooth and flowing in the language poetical, but often wanting in the simplicity essential to true pathos. An interest deeper than that of the story is awakened by the application of many passages to the circumstances of the times. The truth of the father. following lines must have been dolly felt. Monks stall the ills that hover o'er mankind, unfaigned, or fabled in the poet's page, the blackest scroll the sister furies hold for red-eyed wrath, or malice to fill up,

is incomplete to sum up human woe. Till civil discord, still a darker fiend, stalks forth unmast from his infernal den, with mad Electo's torch in his right hand to light the flame and rend the soul of nature. Both these tragedies were read with interest and much praised in after years. Alexander Hamilton writes to the author July 1st, 1791. It is certain that in the ladies of Castile the sex will find a new occasion of triumph. Not being a poet myself, I am in the less danger of feeling mortification at the idea that in the career of dramatic composition at least, female genius in the United States

has outstripped the male. The criticism of John Adams, who writes from London, December 25, 1787, is equally favorable. The sack of Rome has so much spirit in itself that for the honor of America, I should wish to see it acted on the stage in London before crowded audiences. The dedication of it does so much honor to me that I should be proud to see it in print, even if it could not be acted. It requires almost as much interest and intrigue to get a play acted as to be a member of parliament.

At another time he says of her poems, The poems are not all of them new to me, by whom some of them have been read and esteemed some years ago. However, foolishly, some European writers may have sported with American reputation for genius, literature, and science, I know not where they will find a female poet of their own to prefer to the ingenious author of these compositions. Asterisk

Manuscript, Letter to Mrs. Warren, December 36, 1790. Return to text. The squabble of the sea nymphs celebrates the pouring of the tea into the sea and is something in the rape of the lock style. The lines to a friend, who on the American determination to suspend all commerce with Great Britain, except for the necessaries of life, requested a poetical list of the articles the ladies might comprise under that head have some fine satire. The reader will not object to the following specimen.

An inventory clear of all she needs. mire offers here. Nor does she fear a rigid Cato's frown when she lays by the rich embroidered gown and modestly compounds for just enough, perhaps some dozens of more sightly stuff. With lawns and lute-strings, blonde and mechlin laces, fringes and jewels, fans and tweezer cases, gay cloaks and hats of every shape and size, scarfs, cardinals, and ribbons of all dyes. With ruffles stamped and aprons of tambour, tippets and handkerches, at least three score,

with finest muslins that fair India boasts and the choice herbage from Chinese and coasts. But while the fragrant Heisen leaf regales, who'll wear the homespun produce of the veils?

For if t'would save the nation from the curse of standing troops or name a plague still worse, few can this choice delicious draught give up, though all Medea's poison spill the cup.

Add feathers first, rich satins and du capes and headdresses in pyramidal shapes, sideboards of plate and porcelain profuse, with fifty dittoes that the ladies use. Asterisk It is mentioned in Sanderson's biography of the signers of Independence that the Whig ladies of Philadelphia having adopted the Tory fashion of high headdresses after the evacuation of the city by the British, some wigs dressed an egress in the full costume of a loyalist lady, took her to a place of resort, where the fashionables displayed their tower,

top knots, seating her in a conspicuous place, and afterwards paraded her through the city. Nothing, however, could stop the progress of the fashion which for a season became general in America. Return to text. If my poor treasuous memory has missed, ingenious T. blank, shall complete the list. So weak, La Myra and her wants so few, who can refuse, there but the sex do. In youth, indeed, an antiquated page taught us the threatenings of a heaping Bruce Age, gains twimples, mantles, girls, and crispin pins, but rank not these among our

modern sins, for when our manners are well understood, what in the scale is stomach or or hood. Tis true we love the courtly mean and air, the pride of dress, and all the debonair. Yet, Clara quits the more dress negligee, and substitutes the careless palanse, until some fair one from Britannia's court, some jaunty dress or newer taste import. This sweet temptation, could not be withstood, though for the purchase paid her father's blood. Though loss of freedom were the costly price, or flaming comets sweep the angry skies, or earthquakes rattle or volcanoes roar, indulge this trifle, and she asks no more. Can the stern patriot, Clara's suit, deny? Tis beauty asks, and reason must comply.

The powers of Mrs. Warren were devoted to nobler objects than chastising the follies of the day, She gave her tenderest sympathies to the sufferings of her friends and poured the balm of consolation into many a wounded heart. The letters of Mrs. Adams show how much she leaned amidst her heavy trials on this faithful support. Nor was her kindness limited to the circle of her acquaintance. Every sufferer from this cruel war had a claim her heart acknowledged, and her benevolence went forth on his gentle mission among strangers. She addressed a letter of condolence to the widow of the brave Montgomery. summary January 20th, 1776, in which the consolatory suggestions are those of a patriot and

a Christian. While you are deriving comfort, she says, from the highest source, it may still further brighten the clouded moment to reflect that the number of your friends is not confined to the narrow limits of a province, but by the happy union of the American colonies. Suffering equally by the rigor of oppression, the affections of the inhabitants are cemented. And the urn of the companion of your heart will be sprued. sprinkled with the tears of thousands who revere the commander at the gates of Quebec, though not personally acquainted with General Montgomery. Montgomery, as is known, married

Janet Livingston, a sister of Chancellor Robert R. Livingston. Her life was a secluded one and affords few materials for biography, but her letters expressive of her feelings have a deep interest. Mrs. Warren says with truth, writing to her November 25th 1777, The sensibility of soul, the pathos of grief so strongly marked in your letters, have convinced me that the brave Montgomery had a partner worthy of his character. The following is an extract from her letter in reply to Mrs. Warren. My dear madam, the sympathy that is expressed in every feature of your letter claims for me the warmest acknowledgments,

and the professions of friendship from one who so generously feels and melts at the woes of a stranger, not only soothe but flatter me. It is very kind of you, madam, to seek for alleviating consolations in a calamity, though of so much glory. I thank God I feel part of their force, and it is owing to such affectionate friends as you that have lightened the load of misery.

As a wife, I must ever mourn the loss of the husband, friend and lover, of a thousand virtues of all domestic bliss, the idol of my warmest affections, and in one word, my every dream of happiness. But with America I weep the still greater loss of the firm soldier and the friend to freedom. Let me repeat his last words when we parted. You shall never blush for your Montgomery.

Nobly has he kept his word. But how are my sorrows heightened? Methinks I am like the poor widow in the gospel, who, having given her might, sits down quite destitute. Yet would I endeavor to look forward to the goal with hope, and though the path is no longer strewed with flowers. trust to the sustaining hand of friendship to lead me safely through and in assisting me to rise superior to my misfortunes make me content to drag out the remainder of life till the being who has deprived me of husband and father will kindly close the melancholy scene and once more unite me to them in a world of peace where the tyrant shall no more wantonly shed the blood of his innocent subjects and where vice and virtue will receive their reward all the letters of mrs montgomery preserved in the correspondence of mrs warren dwell on her irreparable loss breathing a tender sorrow mingled with an ardent spirit of patriotism she writes november twentieth seventeen eighty

i have been interrupted another alarm of the enemy's being in full march for saratoga and the poor harrisd militia are again called upon my impatient spirit pants for peace when shall the unfortunate individual have the gloomy satisfactor of weeping alone for his own particular losses. In this luckless state, woes follow woes. Every moment is big with something fatal. We hold our lives and fortunes on the most precarious tenure. Had Arnold's plan taken place, we could not have escaped from a fate dreadful in thought, for these polished Britons have proved themselves fertile

in inventions to procrastinate misery. When going with her nephew to visit her husband's family in Dublin, her patriotic feeling is still fervent. When I return, she says, I hope to find my dear country for which I have bled the envy of her enemies and the glory of her patriots.

The friendships formed by Mrs. Warren were not short-lived. The letters addressed to her events the warmth of attachment she inspired, and her own true heart never swerved from its faith. The interchange of sentiments was continued for years,

and, when interrupted, resumed with the same affectionate, at ardor as soon as the obstacles were removed. Mrs. Washington was one of her favorite correspondence. On her visit to headquarters in Cambridge, Mrs. Warren invited her to her house and paid her many attentions. Her letter from Valley Forge describing their accommodations and others have been elsewhere published.

The commander-in-chief joined in his wife's feelings of regard. Another of Mrs. Warren's intimate friends was Hannah Winthrop, the wife of Dr. Winthrop of Cambridge. Her letters discover a mind of no common order. They corresponded sometimes under the signatures of Honoria and Felomila, the last name being bestowed on Mrs. Warren for her powers of song. The poetical signature assumed by Mrs. Warren was Marcia, afterwards given at her request to a beloved granddaughter.

But as the subjects became momentous on which the two wrote, the fanciful appellations were dropped. Some portions of Mrs. Winthrop's letters are so characteristic that extracts will be interesting. She writes in January 1773, I think one of the most extraordinary political manoeuvres this century has produced is the ministerial mandate to the new portions for transporting them a thousand leaks for trial. Oh, America, you have reason to tremble and arouse if we of this side of the Atlantic are not able to say to this royal vengeance, hitherto shalt thou come and no further.

Here shall thy proud waves be stayed? I should rejoice to see the Plymouthian spirit prevail, which discovers such noble disinterested virtue, and such a sacred regard to rights purchased at the expense of everything valuable by those persevering, self-denying patriarchs, who, if permitted to be spectators at these terrestrial scenes, must view those of their sons who set so little value upon the dear bought purchases with displeasure. Many are waiting impatiently the meeting of our assembly. I hope Colonel Warren will not fail of favoring his country with his presence at that

important crisis, when every eye will be upon our political fathers. Again, January 1, 1774, her patriotic spirit breaks out. Yonder, the destruction of the detestable weed made so by cruel exaction engages our attention. The virtuous and noble resolution of America's sons, in defiance of threatened desolation and misery from arbitrary despots, demands our highest regard. May they yet be endowed with all that firmness necessary. to carry them through all their difficulties till they come off conquerors. We hope to see good accounts of the tea-cast away on the Cape.

The Union of the Colonies, the firm and sedate resolution of the people, is an omen for good unto us. And be it known unto Britain, even American daughters are politicians and patriots, and will aid the good work with their female efforts. Nor can she ever forget, nor will old time ever erase, the horrors of that midnight cry preceding the bloody massacre at Lexington when we were roused from the benign slumbers of the season by a beat of drum and ringing of bells, with the dire alarm that a thousand of the troops of George III

had gone forth to murder the peaceful inhabitants of the surrounding villages. A few hours with the dawning day convinced us the bloody purpose was executing. The platoon firing assuring us the rising sun must witness the bloody carnage. Not knowing what the event would be at came, at the return of these bloody ruffians and seeing another brigade dispatched to the assistance of the former, looking with the ferocity of barbarians, it seemed necessary to retire to some place of safety till the calamity was passed. My partner had been confined at fortnight by sickness. After dinner we set out not knowing whether we went. We were directed to a place

called Fresh Pond about a mile from the town. But what a distress house did we find it, filled with women whose husbands had gone forth to meet the assailants. seventy or eighty of these, with numberless infant children, weeping and agonizing over the fate of their husbands. In addition to this scene of distress, we were for some time in sight of the battle. The glittering instruments of death proclaiming by an incessant fire that much blood must be shed, that many widowed and orphaned ones must be left as monuments of British barbarity. Another uncomfortable night we passed. Some nodding in their chairs, some resting their weary limbs on the floor. The welcome harbingers of day gave notice of its dawning light.

It brings no news. It is unsafe to return to Cambridge as the enemy were advancing up the river and fixing on the town to stay in. Thus, with precipitancy, we were driven to the town of Anderson following some of our acquaintance, five of us to be conveyed with one poor, tired horse and chaise. Thus we began our pilgrimage, alternately walking and riding, the roads filled with frightened women and children, some in carts with their tattered furniture, others on foot fleeing into the woods.

But what added greatly to the horrors of the scene was our passing through the bloody field of Monotong, which was strewed with the mangled bodies. We met one affectionate father with a cart, looking for his murdered son, and picking up his neighbors who had fallen in battle in order for their burial. July 8, 1775 Our barrack or wigwam, or whatever name you may please to give it when you see it, ornamented with broken chairs and unlegged tables with shattered etc. is entirely at your service.

Methinks I need not repeat the pleasure I shall have an administering comfort to my friends. She writes in the following August after the conflagration of Charlestown. The laying a whole town in ashes after repeated promises that if they would protect their troops in their return from Concord, it should be the last place that should suffer harm. How they did give shelter to the wounded expiring soldiers. their houses, their beds, were prepared to receive them. The women readily engaged in pouring balm into their wounds,

making broths and cordials to support their exhausted spirits, for at that time the softer sex had not been inured to trickling blood and gaping wounds. Some of the unhappy victims died. They gave up the ghost blessing the hands that gave relief, and now, in return for this kindness, they take the first opportunity to make 500 householders miserable, involving many a poor widow, and orphan in one common ruin.

Be astonished, oh heavens, at this, and let the inhabitants of America tremble to fall into the hands of such a merciless foe. The following extract, the last that will be given for Mrs. Winthrop's letters, describes the entry into Cambridge of the captive army of Belgoing. The letter bears date November 11, 1777.

It is not a great while since I wrote my dear friend on my disappointment in not paying her a visit. Now, methinks, I hear her wondering how it is with her Cambridge friends, who are at this time delayed with British and Heshen. What shall I call them? Who are prancing and patrolling in every corner of the town, ornamented with their glittering sidearms, weapons of destruction? A short detail of our situation may perhaps amuse you.

You will be able to form a judgment of our unhappy circumstances. Last Thursday, which was a very stormy day, a large number of British troops came softly through the tenets. via Watertown to Prospect Hill. On Friday, we heard the Hessians were to make a procession in the same route. We thought we should have nothing to do but view them as they passed. To be sure, the sight was truly astonishing. I never had the least idea that the creation produced such a sordid set of creatures

and human figure. Poor, dirty, emaciated men. Great numbers of women who seem to be the beasts of burden, having bushel baskets on their backs by which they were bent doubled. The content seemed to be pots and kettles, various sorts of furniture, children peeping through grid irons and other utensils. Some very young infants who were born on the road. The women barefoot, clothed and dirty rags. Such a fluvia filled the air while they were passing that had they not been smoking all the time,

I should have been apprehensive of being contaminated. After a noble-looking advanced guard, General Burgoyne headed this terrible group on horseback. The other generals also, close. both in blue cloaks, Hessians, Waldekers, Antspackers, Brunswickers, etc., etc., followed on. The Hessian generals gave us a polite bow as they passed. Not so the British. Their baggage wagons were drawn by poor half-starved horses. But to bring up the rear, another fine, noble-looking guard of American brawny Victoria's yeomanry, who assisted in bringing these tons of slavery to terms. Some of our wagons drawn by fat oxen, driven by joyous

looking Yankees closed the cavalcade. The generals and other officers went to Bradish's where they quarter at present. The privates trudged through thick and thin to the hills where we thought they were to be confined. But what was our surprise when in the morning we beheld an inundation of those disagreeable objects filling our streets? How mortifying is it?

They, in a manner demanding our houses and colleges for their genteel accommodation. Did the brave General Gates ever mean this? Did our legislature ever intend the military should prevail above the civil? Is there not a degree of unkindness in loading poor Cambridge, almost ruined before this great army seemed to be let loose upon us? What will be the consequence time will discover? Some polite ones say we ought not to look on them as prisoners,

that they are persons of distinguished rank. Perhaps, too, we must not view them in the light of enemies. I fear this distinction will be soon lost. surprising that our general or any of our colonels should insist on the first university in America being disbanded for their more genteel accommodation and we poor oppressed people seek an asylum in the woods against a piercing winter where is the stern virtue of a blank who opposed such infractions in former days who was there to plead our cause pity it is our assembly had not settled these matters before their adjournment it will be vastly more difficult to abridge them after such an unbounded license perhaps you may see some of them at plymouth for my part i think insults famine and a train of evils present themselves to view general bergoyne dined on saturday in Boston with General Blank. He rode through the town properly attended down Court Street and through the main street,

and on his return walked on foot to Charlestown Ferry, followed by a great number of spectators as ever attended a Pope, and generously observed to an officer with him the decent and modest behavior of the inhabitants as he passed, saying if he had been conducting prisoners through the city of London, not all the guards of majesty could have prevented insults. He likewise acknowledges Lincoln and Arnold to be great generals. It is said we shall have not less than seven thousand persons to feed in Cambridge and its environs, more than its inhabitants. Two hundred and fifty cords of wood will not serve them a week. Think then how we must be distressed. Wood has risen to five pounds, ten shillings

per cord and but a little to be purchased. I never thought I could lie down to sleep surrounded by these enemies, but we strangely become inured to those things which appear difficult when distant. If you like anecdotes, I will give you one more. When General Phillips was travelling back of Albany, where it is very rocky and barren, he expressed his astonishment that they should ever cross, the Atlantic, and go through such difficulty to conquer so unfavorable a country, which would not be worth keeping when conquered. When they came upon the fertile banks of the Connecticut river, General Whipple said to him, "'This is the country which we are fighting for.'

"'Ah,' replied the general, "'this is a country worth a ten years' war.' Her indignation does not seem to have subsided at once. In February she says, "'Me thinks I hear Mrs. Warren wondering how they do at headquarters at Cambridge. Perhaps her wonder may increase when I tell her the British officers live in the most luxurious manner possible, rioting on the fat of the land,

and talking at large with the self-importance of lords of the soil. To return to Mrs. Warren. From her retirement in which she was constantly visited by her friends, she continued to watch the progress of the struggle, and to treasure her observations for the historical work she had in contemplation. Early in 1777, she writes to her friend Mrs. Macaulay, The approaching spring appears big with the fate of empires, and the wheels of revolution move in swift progression.

They may smite the diadem from the brow and shake some tyrant from his throne before he is aware. The flatterers of majesty may be more attended to than the prophetic voice that Oghur is evil. Yet, when the Manitical is inscribed on the walls of the palace, it cannot be blotted out by the hand of the prince who humbles not himself, though he sees the works that have been done in the days of his fathers. After the close of the war, Mrs. McCauley visited this country and met with a reception due to the celebrity her works had gained. Her principles endeared her to the Americans

who were willing to bestow lasting honour on such as had distinguished themselves by the sword or the pen in defence of their opinions. Mrs. Warren says of her, writing to Mr. Adams, She is a lady of most extraordinary talents, of commanding genius and brilliancy of thought. This, in my opinion, often outruns her capacity of expression. Mrs. Warren's correspondence with Mr. Adams

continued while he remained abroad. from time to time she demands of him an account of the busy and important scenes in which he is engaged, and when she fails to receive intelligence, playfully accuses the watery nymphs of Neptune's court of having robbed the woodland dames of America. This was an allusion to the practice during the war of sinking all packages in case of capture. Otherwise, she says, a folio from the court of France would air this have reached Braintree, and one small Octavo at least have found its way to Plymouth. the statesman was under an engagement to make observations for the use of more than one woman on the western side of the atlantic in a letter to him dated october seventeen seventy eight she thus mentions frank are you sir as much in the good graces of the parisian ladies as your venerable colleague dr f blank we often hear he is not more an adept in politics than a favorite of the ladies

he has too many compliments of gratulation and esteem from each quarter of the globe to make it of any consequence whether i offer my little tribute of respect or not yet i would tell him as a friend to mankind as a daughter of america and a lover of every exalted character that no one more sincerely wishes that no one more sincerely wishes that the continuance of his health and usefulness, and so disinterested is my regard that I do not wish him to leave the soft caresses of the Court of France, for his unpolished countrywomen will be more apt to gaze at and admire the virtues of the philosopher than to embrace the patriotic sage. A soul like Mrs. Warren's must have been continually saddened by grief and pity

in the view not only of the miseries of war but the depravity prevalent as one of its consequences. Yet while she mourned, the crimes and follies of many to whom her country looked for succor, she followed with ardent admiration the career of those incorruptible patriots who kept their faith unshaken by misfortune or temptation. Her anxieties and hopes were freely communicated to her friends, whose answers show the intense interest felt in every movement. Miss Catherine Livingston, the sister of Mrs. Montgomery, writes in April 1781, The news from the southward is by no means so favorable as a sanguine among us expected. Arnold, it is feared, will get off safely as well as Cornwallis.

I think the British understand retreat better than we do pursuit. It has been an observation this war whenever the expectations of the multitude were raised to almost a certainty of success, the event has turned directly opposite to their views. This, I believe, we may extend to private as well as public concerns. A letter from Mrs. Montgomery the year previous so agreeably describes Mrs. Jay that an extract must be given. You speak of my dear friend Mrs. Jay. We have heard from her at Española, where she was obliged to put in after the storm

in which she had liked to have been taken. When she arrives at Paris, I expect to hear from her, if in the descriptive way it shall be entirely at your service. She is one of the most worthy women I know, has a great fund of knowledge, and makes use of the most charming language. Added to this, she is very handsome, which will secure her or welcome with the unthinking, whilst her understanding will gain her the hearts of the most worthy. Her manners will do honour to our countrywomen, and I really believe will please even at the splendid court of Madrid. The starting tear and the heaving sigh interrupt my thread.

Strange that self will forever discover itself. I find I am to learn much before I become a philosopher, But in every instance of my life I hope you, my dear madam, will ever find me your most sincere friend and humble servant. J. Montgomery Mrs. Warren wrote many letters to her sons at college containing sound advice of which she preserved copies, labeling the packages for the use of her grandchildren. Space can be afforded for but a single passage from one of these parental missives. I am persuaded you will never counteract these native dictates that lead you to struggle for

distinction by cherishing that ambition that dignifies the rational creature. May you extend your views beyond the narrow limits of time, that you may rank not only with those models of virtue and heroism that have been so much your admiration from your earliest youth, but may be able to stand with confidence before him who discriminates the character not according to the weak decisions of man, but by the unerring scale of eternal truth. Oroche Voucault, in his travels in the United States, speaks of Mrs. Warren's extensive and varied reading. She was then 70, and he says, Truly interesting. For lively in conversation, she has lost

neither the activity of her mind nor the graces of her person. Her history of the revolution was written, but not published till some years afterwards. This work exhibits her as a writer in advance of the age. Its sound, judgment, and careful research, with its clear and vigorous style give it a high and lasting value. Her portraiture of Mr. Adam, gave offense to the great statesman, which, for a time, threatened to interrupt

the affectionate relations between the two families. But after a sharp correspondent, it was amicably settled, and as a token of reconciliation, Mrs. Adams sent her friend a ring containing her own and her husband's hair. This is now in the possession of one of Mrs. Warren's descendants.

For many years before her death, Mrs. Warren was afflicted with the failure of her sight, but she submitted to the trial with pious resignation, continuing to receive with cheerfulness the company that frequented her house and to correspond with her friends by means of a secretary. A passage from a letter to one of her sons, written in 1799, amidst the convulsions that agitated Europe, may serve to show that she still occasionally indulged in the elaborate styles so much in vogue.

The ices of the poles seem to be dissolved to swell the tide of popularity on which swim the idols of the day. But when they have had their day, the tide will retire to its last. and perhaps leave the floating lumber on the strand with other perishable articles, not thought worth the hazard of attempting their recovery. Towards the close of her protracted life, her influence did not diminish, for her mental superiority was still unimpaired and acknowledged. Seldom has one woman in any age acquired such an ascendancy over the strongest

by the mere force of a powerful intellect. She is said to have supplied political parties with their arguments, and she was the first of her sex in America who taught the reading world in matters of state policy and history. By her own relatives and connections, she was reverenced and beloved in a degree that affords the best testimony to her elevated character and the faithfulness with which she had discharged her duty towards them.

The influence commanded by her talents was enhanced by her virtues and by the deep religious feeling which governed her throughout life. Her descendants are still taught to cherish her. memory with reverent affection. The portrait from which the engraving is taken was painted by Copley. A lady who visited Mrs. Warren in 1807 describes her as at that time erect in person and in conversation full of intelligence and eloquence. Her dress was a steel-colored silk gown with short sleeves and a very long waist, the black silk skirt being covered in front with a white lawn apron. She wore a lawn mob cap and gloves covering the arm to the elbows, cut

off at the fingers. In her last illness, her constant fear was that she might lose her mental faculties as death approached. She prayed to be spared this, and her prayer was granted. With an expression of thankfulness upon her lips, that reason was clear, and the vision of her spirit unclouded, she passed to the rest that awaits the faithful Christian, October 19, 1814, in the 87th year of her age. End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 6. 6, 7, and 8 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 6

Lucy Knox When Major Henry Knox, then a resident of Boston, was parading the company to the command of which he had just been elected, he was seen among many who admired the young officer by Miss Lucy Flucker, the daughter of the Secretary of the Province of Massachusetts. His noble form and martial appearance. naturally attracted the attention of the young lady, and on a personal acquaintance, a mutual sentiment of regard grew up and ripened into love. Interruption to its course was threatened by the growing troubles of the times. Thomas Flucker, the father of Lucy, who had long held

office under the British government, adhered to the royal side amidst popular discontent. The maiden had adopted her lover's views and feelings. In the gathering storm the time came when her decision was to be made. It was made with a true woman's faith and self-devotion, and she pledged herself to the fortunes of a soldier's wife. The separation from her family that became necessary was a painful trial, but submitted to with firmness and resolution. Mr. Flucker and his family removed from the country soon after the Battle of Lexington, and Mrs. Knox, with her husband, joined the American Army at Cambridge. From this time she adhered to her determination to encounter the perils and hardships incident to a military life.

Neither her courage nor her powers of endurance failed. When Boston was occupied by the British, she escaped with her husband, and in their precipitate retreat, it is said that she concealed the sword he wore through the war by having it quilted within the lining of her cloak. In various journals we find the presence of Mrs. Knox noticed in camp. Chester Lue describes the hut on a small farm where she lived with her children a short distance from headquarters at Verplank's point. Whenever her health

permitted she followed the army, and it is represented that her presence and cheerful manners did much to diffuse contentment and enlivened dreary scenes. The soldiers could not murmur at privations which she endured without complaint. Sad it is that no record

remains of the ministrations of women in thus softening wars' grim features. The good they did, however, was at the time acknowledged with respectful gratitude. There is reason to believe that General Knox often deferred to his wife's judgment regarding her as a superior being, and it is said that her influence and superiority were owned by Washington himself. Her mind was undoubtedly of a high order and her character a remarkable one.

She appears to have possessed an ascendancy over all with whom she associated. After the close of the struggle while General Knox held the office of Secretary of War, his wife's position was next to that of Mrs. Washington, whom she advised in matters of ceremony. Mrs. Knox had a taste for the management and show of public life, and was a leader of the tone in the social circles at the seat of government. When the general retired from the political arena, she accompanied him to his, or rather her estates in Maine. She had inherited a share of the domain on Penebscot River and Bay which belonged to her mother's father, General Waldo, the proprietor of the Waldo Patent in Maine. The property had been

confirmed by government to her and General Knox after the peace. Their residence was a Thomaston in a splendid mansion at the head of St. George's River, furnished with taste and elegance. Here, the soldier enjoyed the honors he had won, and spent his time in the indulgence of his literary tastes and the companionship of his friends. His hospitality was unbounded, and numerous visitors frequented his house. Asterisk Sullivan, in his familiar letters on public characters, speaks of the hospitality,

of Knox at his superb mansion. It was not unusual for him in summer, when visited by great numbers of his friends, to kill an ox and twenty sheep every Monday morning, and to have a hundred beds made up daily in the house. He kept for his own use in that of his friends, twenty saddle horses, and several pairs of carriage horses in his tables. This expensive style of living encroached greatly on his means.

Returned a text. The influence of Madame Knox, as she was called, on all within the circle of her acquaintance, was decided, and she shared the lot of all remarkable persons in having enemies as well as friends. Tradition speaks much of her, but little of what is said is sufficiently well authenticated to relate. With rare powers of conversation, a memory stored with interesting incidents, and much knowledge of the world, she was, when she pleased, one of the most charming and entertaining of women. And her society was much sought by men of taste and talent, while the unreserved expression of her

opinions to those with whom she conversed, sometimes displeased the persons who could not appreciate the independence of an original and intelligent mind. The military life of which she had partaken, and her association with those in command with her engrossing interest in political measures, perhaps imparted a tone to her character and deportment. None, it is said, could forget her superiority of intellect, though in her the loftier qualities of woman's nature were softened by the generous feelings that impel to the kindly courtesies and charities of life. having accompanied her husband through the vicissitudes of an eight years war and shared with him the splendors of exalted public station she was content to retire with him to the privacy of domestic life and devote her talents to the education of her children her taste created the elegance that surrounded the general's home and diffused a beneficial influence throughout the section of country in which they resided with her strong mind and remarkable traits of character it is not singular that the popular remembrance of her should be a

as one who had filled more than the ordinary sphere of a woman. She had ten children, only three of whom lived beyond infancy. She lived at her place after the death of General Knox continuing active in her charities and in the exercise of hospitality during her almost 18 years of widowhood. She died in 1824. The manuscript correspondence of General Gates, now in the Library of the New York Historical Society, contains many letters addressed to Mrs. Gates in some return. by her. Although these give no detail of her personal history, they throw light upon some points

in her character, showing that she was an efficient helpmate as well as an intelligent companion to her husband in all affairs that came properly under her supervision. She was undoubtedly well skilled in the art of managing the concerns of the household and farm and equated with their details. Her interest in public affairs is, however, not the less manifest. Colonel Wilkinson announces to her the news of the victory at Saratoga. and continual allusions in the correspondence show that she closely observed the progress of events. Her letter to the Count Dastain acknowledgment of the compliments paid her husband may serve to show that she could write both with ease and grace.

Danbury, October 1778. Sir, the terms in which your excellency has expressed your esteem for General Gates are so personally obliging that I am afraid I am rather more grieved than pure patriotism permits that I cannot at this time send you his portrait. It is in Virginia. If I can have it in time before you leave these parts, I need not assure you, sir, that my partiality to the general

will be such powerful inducement to my transmitting it to the painter you have directed to copy it, that you may depend on the gratification of what your kindness to the general has made you wish for. With all the gratitude, which the honor you feel inclined to confer on General Gates entitles you to,

from his family and with respect to your personal merit commands from all, I have the honor to be, sir, your excellency's most humble and most obedient servant." Asterisk. From the original manuscript. Return to text. The maiden name of Mrs. Gates was Phillips. She was the daughter of a British officer.

She and the General resided several years on their estate in Berkeley County, Virginia. They afterwards removed to New York and fixed their abode at the country seat near the city which received the name of Rose Hill. Here General Gates appears to have enjoyed a happy retirement, cheered by visits from his friends for whom, My Mary, had always a cordial welcome. Chapter 7 Mary Draper When the news reached Connecticut that blood had been shed, Putnam, who was at work in the field, left his plough in the furrow, and started for Cambridge without delaying to change his apparel.

Stark was sawing pine logs without a coat. He shut down the gate of his mill and commenced the journey to buy. Boston in his shirt-sleeves. Asterisk. Sabine. Returned to text. The same spirit prevailed far and near. The volunteers waited not to be supplied with arms, but seizing on whatever rude weapons

were at hand, hastened away to fight for home and liberty. The women, lacking not their share of patriotic zeal, were active in preparations to encourage, assist, and sustain them. Among many whose persevering exertions were ready and efficient, Mrs. Drayper still remembered with admiration by those who knew her. Asterisk, the facts were communicated by a lady who was well acquainted with Mrs. Draper, and has often heard her relate particulars of the war. Returned her text.

She was the wife of Captain Draper of Dedham, Massachusetts, and lived on a farm. Her house, which was always a home for the destitute while occupied by her, is yet standing and is owned by one of her descendants. It was her abode to the age of one hundred years. Mrs. Draper felt the deepest sympathy for the hardships inevitably encountered by the newly-raised troops and considered the limited means she possessed not as her own property, but belonging to her distressed country. When the first call to arms sounded throughout the land, she exhorted her husband to lose no time in hastening to the scene of action, and, with her own hands-bound

knapsack and blanket, on the shoulders of her only son, a stripling of sixteen bidding him depart and do his duty. To the entreaties of her daughter that her young brother might remain at home to be their protector, she answered that every arm able to aid the cause belonged to the country. He is wanted and must go. You and I, Kate, have also service to do. Food must be prepared for the hungry, for before tomorrow night, hundreds, I hope thousands will be on their way to join the continental forces. Some who have travelled far will need refreshment,

and you and I, with Molly, must feed as many as we can. This undertaking, though of no small labor, was presently commenced. Captain Draper was a thriving farmer. His granaries were well filled, and his wife's dairy was her special care and pride. All the resources at her command were in requisition to contribute to her benevolent purpose. Assisted by her daughter and the domestic, she spent the whole day and night and the succeeding day in baking brown bread. The ovens of that day were not the small ones now in use, but were suited for such an account. occasion, each holding bread sufficient to supply a neighborhood. By good fortune, two of these

monster ovens appertained to the establishment, as is frequently the case in New England. These were soon in full blast, and the kneading trough was supplied by hands that shrank not from the task. At that time of hurry and confusion, none could stop long enough to dine. The people were under the influence of strong excitement, and all were in such haste to join the army, that they stayed only to relieve the cravings of hunger, though from want of food and fatigue many were almost exhausted. With the help of a disabled veteran of the French War who had for years resided in her family, Mrs. Draper had soon her stores in readiness. A long form was erected by the roadside. Large pans of bread and cheese were placed upon it, and replenished as often as was

necessary. While old John brought cider in pails from the cellar, which, poured into tubs, was served out by two lads who volunteered their services. thus were the weary patriots refreshed on their way mrs draper presided at the entertainment and when her own stock of provisions began to fail applied to her neighbors for aid by their contributions her hospitable board was supplied till in a few days the necessity for extraordinary exertion had in a measure passed and order and discipline took the place of popular tumult when each soldier carried his rations the calls on private benevolence were less frequent and imperative but ere long came the startling intelligence after the battle of bunker hill that a scarcity of ammunition had been experienced general washington called upon the inhabitants to send to headquarters every ounce of lead or pewter at their disposal saying that any quantity however small would be gratefully received this appeal could not be disregarded it is difficult at this day to estimate the value of pewter as an ornamental as well as indispensable convenience the more preciously metals had not then found their way to the tables of New Englanders, and throughout the country, services of pewter scoured to the brightness of silver covered the board even in the mansions of the

wealthy. Few withheld their portion in that hour of the country's need, and noble were the sacrifices made in presenting their willing offerings. Mrs. Draper was rich in a large stock of pewter, which she valued as the ornament of her house. Much of it was precious to her as the gift of a departed mother, But the call reached her heart, and she delayed nod obedience, thankful that she was able to contribute so largely to the requirements of her suffering country. Her husband, before joining the army, had purchased a mold for casting bullets to supply himself and son with this article of warfare. Mrs. Draper was not satisfied with merely giving the material required, when she could possibly do more, and her platters, pans, and dishes were soon in process of transformation into balls. the approach of winter brought fears that the resources of the country would hardly yield supplies for the pressing wants of the army mrs draper was one of the most active in efforts to meet the exigencies of the times and hesitated at no sacrifice of personal convenience to increase her contributions

the supply of domestic cloth designed for her family was in a short time converted by her labor assisted by that of her daughter and maid into coats for the soldiers the sheets and blankets with which her presses were stored were fashioned to shirts, and even the flannel already made up for her daughter and herself was altered into men's abelaments. Such was the aid rendered by women whose deeds of disinterested generosity were never known beyond their own immediate neighborhood. Another anecdote may here be mentioned, illustrative of the spirit that was abroad. On the morning after the Battle of Lexington, a company of nearly a hundred halted before the house of Colonel Pond of West Dedham. They had marched all night and were covered with dust and faint from fatigue and want of food. Their haste was urgent, and the mistress of the house whose hospitality they claimed was

unprepared for the entertainment of so large a party. Her husband was absent with the army and she had only one female assistant and a hired man. But the willing heart can do wonders. In a few minutes she had a large brass kettle holding ten pails full over the fire, filled with water and Indian meal for hasty pudding. In the barnyard were ten cows ready to contribute their share to the morning meal. Near the farmhouse was a store well supplied with brown earthen dishes and pewter spoons tied in dozens for sale. The military guests volunteered their aid.

Some milked the cows, others stirred the pudding, while the two domestics collected all the milk in the neighborhood. Thus, in the short space of an hour, by the energetic efforts of one kind-hearted woman, a hundred weary, hungry soldiers were provided with refreshment. They ate and marched on to the place of their destination. Receiving encouragement it cannot be doubted from this simple manifestation of goodwill, which was not soon forgotten. Chapter 8 Frederica Derby-Daisal

General Wilkinson, who was personally acquainted with Madame Derre-Daisal, published fragments of her journal in his memoirs. He calls her, the Amel amiable, accomplished, and dignified baroness. I have more than once, he says, seen her charming blue eyes bedewed with tears at the recital of her sufferings. The regard she inspired, however, was not due entirely to admiration of her loveliness, for others in the American ranks, as well as in Europe, were deeply interested in her account of her adventures. Frederica Charlotte Louisa, the daughter of Massau, the Prussian Minister of State, was born in Brandenburg in 1746.

Her father was intendant general of the Allied Army at Minden, where at the age of 17, she married Lieutenant Colonel Baranduddy Dazel. In the War of the Revolution, he was appointed to the command of the Brunswick forces in the British service in America, and his wife followed him in 1777 with her three young children. Her journal and letters addressed to her mother describe her travels with the camp through various parts of the country, and the occurrences she witnessed. These papers intended only for a circle of the writer's friends, were first published by her son-in-law in Germany in 1801, shortly after the death of General Riedaisal.

Portions, having been copied into periodicals, and read with interest, the whole was translated and presented to the American public. It forms an appropriate appendix to the history of the period, with its graphic pictures of scenes in the war and the state of society, and its notices of distinguished men. But it is still more valuable as exhibiting an example of female energy, fortitude and conjugal devotion. The moral is the more striking as drawn from the experience of a woman of rank

subjected to dangers and privations from which the soldier might have shrunk. The readiness with which she hastened across the ocean that she might bear her husband company through toils or want, or suffering or death, the courage with which she encountered perils and the cheerful resignation displayed under trials felt the more severely for the sake of those she loved, present a touching picture of fidelity and tenderness. after she has joined her husband in canada and is again separated from him she thinks only of joy at being permitted at last to follow the army obliged to pass the night on a lonely island where the only shelter is a half-finished house and the only couch a cluster of bushes over which the traveller's cloaks are spread she utters no murmur nor complaints of the scarcity of food a soldier she says put a pot to the fire i asked him what it contained some potatoes quoth he which i brought with me i threw a long glance at them but as they were few it would have been cruel to deprive him of them

at last my desire to have some for my children overcame my diffidence and he gave me half his little provision about twelve potatoes and took at the same time from his pocket two or three ends of candles which i accepted with pleasure for my children were afraid to remain in the dark a dollar which i gave him made him as happy as his liberality had made me with her three children the baroness proceeded to meet her husband at fort edward when the army broke up the encampment she would not remain behind her spirits rose at the observation of general book going on the passage across the hudson britons never retrograde the action at freeman's farm took place in her hearing and some of the wounded were brought to the house where she was among them was a young English officer, an only son, whose sufferings excited her deepest sympathy, and whose last moans she heard. A calash was ordered for her further progress with the army. They marched through extensive forests in a beautiful district deserted by the inhabitants who were gone to reinforce General Gates. The diary gives a touching account of the scenes passed through at the memorable conclusion of Bergoin's campaign with the battles of Saratoga. On the 7th of October,

she says, our misfortunes began. General's Burgoying, Phillips, and Fraser with the Baron were to dine with her on that day. She had observed in the morning an unusual movement in the camp, and had seen a number of armed Indians in their war dresses who answered, War, War, to her inquiries whither they were going. As the dinner hour approached an increased tumult, the firing and the yelling of the savages announced the approaching battle. The roar of artillery became louder and more incessant.

At four o'clock, instead of the... the guests invited, General Fraser was brought in mortally wounded. The table, already prepared for dinner, was removed to make room for his bed. The baroness, terrified by the noise of the conflict raging without, expected every moment to see her husband also led in pale and helpless. Towards night he came to the house, dined in haste, and desired his wife to pack up her camp furniture and be ready for removal at an instance warning. His dejected countenance told the disastrous result.

Lady Ackland, whose tent was adjoining, was presently informed that her husband was wounded and a prisoner. Thus, through the long hours till day, the kind ministries of the baroness were demanded by many sufferers. I divided the night, she says. Between her I wished to comfort and my children who were asleep, but who I feared might disturb the poor dying general. Several times he begged my pardon for the trouble he thought he gave me. About three o'clock I was informed he could not live much longer. and as I did not wish to be present at his last struggle, I wrapped my children in blankets and retired into the room below. At eight in the morning, he expired.

All day the cannonade continued, while the melancholy spectacle of the dead was before their eyes. The women attended the wounded soldiers who were brought in, like ministering angels. In the afternoon, the baroness saw the house that had been built for her in flames. Fraser's last request had been that he should be buried at six in the evening in the great redoubt on the hill, and the retreat was delayed for this purpose.

The generals, with their etinus, followed the honored corpse to the spot in the midst of a heavy fire from the Americans, for General Gates knew not that it was a funeral procession. The women stood in full view of this impressive and awful scene, so eloquently described by Bilgoing himself. The incessant canon-o during the solemnity, the steady attitude and unaltered voice with which the chaplain officiated, though frequently covered with dust which the shot threw up on all sides of him, the mute, but expressive mixture of sensibility and indignation upon every countenance, these objects will remain to the last of life upon the mind of every man who was present.

The deepening shadows of evening closed around the group, thus rendering the last service to one of their number, while each might anticipate his own death in the next report of artillery. A subject was presented for the pencil of a master. An appropriate sidepiece to the picture might represent the group of anxious females who shared the peril, regardless of themselves. Many cannonballs, says Madame de Riesel, 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 did not think of my own danger. That night the army commenced its retreat, leaving the sick and wounded, a flag of truce waving over the hospital thus abandoned to the mercy of the foe. The rain fell in torrents all day of the ninth, and it was dark when they reached Saratoga.

The Baroness suffered cruel suspense as to the fate of her husband. She had taken charge of some valuables belonging to the officers, and having no place to change her drenched apparel, lay down with her children upon some straw by the fire. Her provisions were shared the next day with the officers, and, being insufficient to satisfy their hunger, she made an appeal to the adjutant general in their behalf. Again, the alarm of battle and reports of muskets and cannon drove them to seek shelter in a house which was fired at under the impression that the generals were there. It was occupied by women and crippled soldiers.

They were obliged at last to descend into the cellar, where the Baroness laid herself in a corner, supporting her children's heads on her knees. The night was passed in the utmost terror and anguish, and with the morning the terrible cannonade commenced anew. So it continued for several days. But in the midst of the dreadful scenes, when the baron spoke of sending his family to the American camp, the heroic wife declared that nothing would be so painful to her

as to owe safety to those with whom he was fighting. He then consented that she should continue to follow the army. However, she says, the apprehension that he might have marched away repeatedly entered my mind, and I crept up the staircase more than once to dispel my fears. When I saw our soldiers near their watch-fires, I became more calm, and could even have slept. The want of water continuing to distress us, we could not but be extremely glad to find a soldier's wife so spirited as to fetch some from the river, an occupation from which the boldest might have shrunk, as the Americans shot everyone who approached it.

They told us afterwards that they spared her on account of her sex. I endeavored to dispel my melancholy by continually attending to the wounded. I made them tea and coffee and often shared my dinner with them. One day a Canadian officer came creeping into our cellar and was hardly able to say that he was dying with hunger, I felt happy to offer him my dinner by eating which he recovered his health and I gained his friendship. At length the danger was over.

Quote, A gallant army formed their last array upon that field in silence and deep gloom and at their conqueror's feet laid their war weapons down. sullen and stern disarmed but not dishonored brave men but brave in vain they yielded there the soldier's trial task is not alone to die end quote on the seventeenth the capitulation was carried into effect the generals waited upon gates and the troops surrendered themselves prisoners of war at last writes the fair redaisal my husband's groom brought me a message to join him with the children i once more see to join him with the children i once more see to myself in my dear Kalash, and while driving through the American camp, was gratified to observe that nobody looked at us with disrespect, but on the contrary greeted us, and seemed touched

at the sight of a captive mother with three children. I must candidly confess that I did not present myself, though so situated, with much courage to the enemy. When I drew near the tents, a fine-looking man advanced towards me, helped the children from the Kalash, and kissed and caress them. He then offered me his arm and tears trembled in his eyes. You tremble, madam, said he. Do not be alarmed, I beg of you. Sir, cried I, a countenance so expressive of benevolence and the kindness you have events towards my children are sufficient to dispel all apprehension. He then ushered me into the tent of General Gates, whom I found engaged in friendly

conversation with General's Burgoying and Phillips. General Burgoying said to me, you can now be quiet and free from all apprehension of danger. I replied that I should indeed be reprehensible if I felt any anxiety when our general was on such friendly terms with General Gates. All the generals remained to dine with the American commander. The gentleman who had received me with so much kindness came and said to me, you may find it embarrassing to be the only lady in so large a company of gentlemen. Will you come with your children to my tent and partake of a frugal dinner,

offered with the best will? "'You show me so much kindness,' replied I. "'I cannot but believe that you are a husband and a father.' "'He informed me that he was General Schuyler. "'The dinner was of excellent smoked tongues, beefsteaks, potatoes, fresh butter, and bread. "'Never did a meal give me so much pleasure. "'I was easy after many months of anxiety, "'and I read the same happy change in the countenances of those around me.

"'That my husband was out of danger was a still greater cause of joy. After our dinner, General Schuyler begged me to pay him a visit at his house near Albany, where he expected that General Burgoyne would also be his guest. I sent to ask my husband's directions who advised me to accept the invitation. We were two days' journey from Albany, and, as it was now five o'clock in the afternoon, he wished me to endeavor to reach on that day a place distant about three hours' ride. General Schuyler carried his civilities so far as to solicit a well-bred French officer to accompany me on the first part of my journey.

As soon as he saw me safely established in the house where I was to remain, he went back to the general. We reached Albany, where we had so often wished ourselves, but did not enter that city as we had hoped with a victorious army. Our reception, however, from General Schuyler and his wife and daughters, was not like the reception of enemies, but of the most intimate friends. They loaded us with kindness, and they behaved in the same manner towards General Pocoying, though he had without any necessity ordered their splendid establishment to be burnt.

All their actions proved that at the sight of the misfortunes of others, they quickly forgot their own. Bill Going was so much affected by this generous deportment that he said to Skyler, You are too kind to me, who have done you so much injury. Such is the fate of war, he replied. Let us not dwell on this subject. We remained three days with that excellent family, and they seemed to regret our departure. General Retaisal, who brooded continually on the late disastrous events and upon his captivity, was not able to bear his troubles with the spirit and cheerfulness of his wife.

He became moody and irritable, and his health was much impaired in consequence of having passed many nights in the damp air. "'One day,' says the Baroness, when he was much indisposed, the American sentinels at our doors were very noisy in their merriment and drinking, and grew more so when my husband sent a message desiring them to be quiet. but as soon as I went myself and told them the general was sick they were immediately silent. This proves that the Americans also respect our sex. The prisoners at length reach Boston, and after a stay of three weeks were transported to Cambridge,

where Madame de Rietasel and her family were lodged in one of the best houses of the place. Asterisk. On one of the windows of this house, the name Ritazel written on the glass with a diamond is still to be seen. In front are several beautiful beautiful lime trees and the view is a lovely one. The house near it, which Washington occupied as his headquarters, is now the residence of the poet, Longfellow. Returned a text. None of the officers were permitted to enter Boston,

but Madame Derry-Daisal went to visit Mrs. Carter, the daughter of General Schuyler, and dined with her several times. Boston, she describes, as a fine city, but the inhabitants as outrageously patriotic. The captives met in some instances with very different treatment from that which they had before encountered, and the worst, she says, from persons of her own sex. They gazed at her with indignation and testified contempt when she passed near them.

Mrs. Carter resembled her parents in mildness and goodness of heart, but the barreness has no admiration for her husband. This wicked Mr. Carter, who, in consequence of General House having burnt several villages and small towns, suggested to his countrymen to cut off our General's heads to pickle them and to put them in small barrels. and as often as the English should again burn a village to send them one of these barrels. She here adds some sad stories of American cruelty towards the loyalists. On the 3rd of June 1778, Madame Doritosell gave a ball and supper to celebrate her husband's birthday.

The British officers were invited, with Mr. and Mrs. Carter and General Burgoying, of whom the fair hostess records that he sent them an excuse after he had made them wait till eight o'clock. he had always some excuse observed she for not visiting us until he was about departing for england when he came and made me many apologies to which i made no other reply than that i should be extremely sorry if he had put himself to any inconvenience for our sake the dance and supper were so brilliant and so numerously attended and the toast drunk with such enthusiasm that the house was surrounded with people who began to suspect a conspiracy the baroness here notices the american method of telegraphs by lighting torches on surrounding heights when they wish to call troops together. When General Howe attempted to rescue the troops detained in Boston, the inhabitants planted their torches and a crowd of people without shoes or stockings, their rifles on their shoulders flocked together,

so that the landing would have been attended with extreme difficulty. Towards the approach of winter, the prisoners received orders to set out for Virginia. The ingenuity of Madame de Rietasel devised means of preserving the colors of the German regiments which the Americans believed they had burned. A mattress was made under her direction into which the Honorable Badges were introduced. Captain O'Connell, under pretense of some commission, took the mattress to New York,

and the Baroness received it again at Halifax on their voyage from New York to Canada and had it placed in her cabin. A rascal on no small scale was the cook of Madame la Barone. She had given him money for the daily expenditure, but he had paid nobody, and while preparations for the journey,

were going on, bills were presented to the amount of a thousand dollars. The cook was arrested, but escaping went into the service of General Gates, who, finding him too expensive, he entered into the employment of General Lafayette. The Marquis used to say, that he was a cook only fit for a king. The baroness had the accommodation of an English coach in commencing her journey to Virginia, November 1778. The provisions followed in the baggage wagon, but as that moved more slowly they were often without food and were obliged to make a halt every fourth day.

At Hartford, General Lafayette was invited to dine by the Baron, somewhat to the perplexity of his wife who feared she would have difficulty in preparing her provisions so as to suit one who appreciated a good dinner. The Marquis is mentioned with great respect, but Madame de Rietasel

thinks the suspicions of the Americans were excited by hearing them speak French. We reached one day a pretty little town, but our wagon remaining behind we were very hungry seeing much fresh meat in the house where we stopped I begged the landlady to sell me some I have quoth she several sorts of meat beef mutton and lamb I said let me have some I will pay you liberally But snapping her fingers she replied you shall not have a morsel of it Why have you left your country to slay and rob us of our property now that you are our prisoners it is our turn to vex you "'But,' rejoined I, "'see those poor children,

"'they are dying of hunger. "'She remained still unmoved, "'but when at length my youngest child, "'Caroline, who was then about two years and a half old, "'went to her, seized her hands, and said in English, "'Good women, I am indeed very hungry. "'She could no longer resist, "'and carrying the child to her room she gave her an egg.

"'But,' persisted the dear little one, "'I have two sisters.' affected by this remark the hostess gave her three eggs saying i am loath to be so weak but i cannot refuse the child by and by she softened and offered me bread and butter i made tea and saw that the hostess looked at our teapot with a longing eye for the americans were very fond of that beverage yet they had stoutly resolved not to drink any more the tax on tea as is well known having been the immediate cause of the contest with great britain i offered her however a cup and present presented her with a paper case full of tea. This drove away all clouds between us. She begged me to go with her into the kitchen, and there I found her husband eating a piece of pork.

The woman went into the cellar to bring me a basket of potatoes. When she returned into the kitchen, the husband offered her some of his dainty food. She tasted it, and returned to him what remained. I was disagreeably struck with this partnership, but the man probably thought I was envious of it on account of the hunger I had manifested. and presented me with the little both had left.

I feared, by refusing to offend them and lose the potatoes. I therefore accepted the morsel, and having kept up the appearance as if I ate, threw it secretly into the fire. We were now in perfect amity. With the potatoes and some butter I made a good supper, and we had to ourselves three neat rooms with very good beds. On the banks of the Hudson in a skipper's house,

they were not so fortunate in finding good accommodations, being given the remnants of breakfast after the hostess children and servants had finished their meal the woman was a staunch republican and could not bring herself to any courtesies towards the enemies of her country they fared a little better after crossing the river when the aide-de-de-con who accompanied them to the house where they were to lodge wished to warm themselves in the kitchen the host followed and taking them by their arms said is it not enough that i give you shelter ye wretched royalists his wife however was was more amiable, and his coarseness gradually softened till they became good friends. They stopped one night on the road at the house of Colonel Howe, to whom the Baroness meant to pay a compliment by asking him if he was a relative of the general of that name. Heaven forbid! replied he in great anger. He is not worthy of that honor. Madame de Riesel is amusingly indignant at the sanguinary temper of this gentleman's daughter,

who was very pretty in only fourteen years of age. Sitting with her near the fire, she said on a sudden staring at the blaze, Oh, if I had here the King of England with how much pleasure I could roast and eat him. I looked at her with indignation and said, I am almost ashamed to belong to a sex capable of indulging such fancies. I shall never forget that detestable girl.

Passing through a wild, grand, and picturesque country they at length arrived in Virginia. At a day's distance from the place of destination, their little stock of provisions gave out. At noon they reached a house and begged for some dinner, but all assistance was denied them, with many imprecations upon the royalists. Seizing some maize, I begged our hostess to give me some of it to make a little bread.

She replied that she needed it for her black people. They work for us, she added, and you come to kill us. Captain Edmonston offered to pay her one or two guineas for a little wheat. But she answered, You shall not have it even for hundreds of guineas, and it will be so much the better if you all die, The captain became so enraged at these words that he was about to take the maze,

but I prevented him from doing it thinking we should soon meet with more charitable people. But in this I was much mistaken, for we did not see even a solitary hut. The roads were execrable, and the horses could hardly move. My children, starving from hunger, grew pale and for the first time lost their spirits.

Captain Edmonston, deeply affected at this, went about asking for something for the children, and received at last from one of the wagoners who transported our baggage a piece of stale bread of three ounces weight upon which many a tooth had already exercised its strength. Yet, to my children, it was at this time a delicious morsel. I broke it, and was about giving the first piece to the youngest, but she said, No, Mama, my sisters are more in want of it than I am. The two eldest girls, with no less generosity, thought that little Caroline was to have the first place.

piece. I then distributed to each her small portion. Tears ran down my cheeks, and had I ever refused to the poor piece of bread, I should have thought retributive justice had overtaken me. Captain Edmonston, who was much affected, presented the generous Wagoner who had given us his last morsel with a guinea, and, when we were arrived at our place of destination, we provided him besides with bread for a part of his journey homewards. The place of their destination was Colle in Virginia, where General Riesel, who had advanced with the troops, already expected them with impatient anxiety. This was about the middle of February 1779. They had passed in the journey through the states of Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania,

and Maryland, and in about three months had traveled 628 miles. They hired a house belonging to an Italian who was about leaving the country. The troops were at Charlottesville, three-hour's ride, the road thither running through a fine wood. The life of Madame de Riesel and her family in Virginia was not an unhappy one, though they suffered from the heat during the summer. The general was brought home one day with a Coutsoleux which for years afterwards affected his health. His physician and acquaintances advised him to go to Frederick Springs. It was there that he and his wife became acquainted with General Washington's family

and with some other amiable persons attached to the American cause. while at frederick springs general retaisal received the news that he and general phillips with their aid de khan were expected in new york where they were to be exchanged for american prisoners he returned to colt to place the troops during his absence under the care of colonel spes in august seventeen seventy nine the baroness left the springs to join her husband in pennsylvania stopping near baltimore to pay a visit to one of the ladies with whom though of opposite political opinions she had formed a friendship at the springs This visit was a charming episode in the troubled life of Madame de Rietasel. She remembered long after with gratitude the hospitality and kindness received. The Loyalist, she says, received us with frank hospitality from political sympathy, and those of opposite principles gave us a friendly welcome merely from habit, for in that country it would be considered a crime to behave otherwise towards strangers.

At Elizabethtown they met with many friends to their cause. They were exulting in the anticipation of an exchange and restoration to freedom when an officer arrived, commissioned by Washington to deliver to General Phillips a letter containing an order to return to Virginia, Congress having rejected the proposal of a cartel. The disappointment was excessive, but unavoidable, and after a day's halt, they commenced their journey back. On reaching Bethlehem, the two generals, Redaisal and Phillips, obtained permission to remain there till the difficulties respecting their cartel should be removed. Their bill, after six weeks lodging for the party with the care of their horses,

amounted to $32,000 in paper money, corresponding to about 400 guineas in specie. A traveler who bought silver coin gave them $80 in paper money for every dollar in silver, and thus enabled them to leave the place when at last permitted to go to New York. Arrived at New York, a soldier went before the travelers, from the gate of the city, to show the way to their lodging. This proved to be the House of the Governor, General Tryon, where the Baroness made herself at home with her children in attendance under the belief that they had been conducted to a hotel.

She received visits here from General Patterson, the commandant of the city, and also from General's Cornwallis and Clinton, and had a romantic introduction to her host who did not announce his name at the first visit, nor till she had expressed a wish to become personally equated with him. Madame de Riesel went from the city to General Clinton's country seat, a mile distant, where her children were inoculated for the smallpox.

When the danger of infection was over, they returned and spent the winter in New York. The charming country seat was again their residence in the summer of 1780. The situation was uncommonly beautiful. Around the house were meadows and orchards with a Hudson at their feet, and they had an abundance of delicious fruit. General Clinton visited them frequently. and the last time was accompanied by Major André the day before he set out on his fatal expedition. The breaking out of a malignant fever which made dreadful ravages in the city and neighborhood disturbed their pleasure.

In the house no less than twenty were laboring under the disease. The Baron himself was dangerously ill, and the cares and nursing devolved on his wife who was worn out with anxiety. We were one day, she says, in anxious expectation of our physician from New York, My husband's symptoms having become of late more and more threatening. He was continually in a lethargic stupor, and when I presented him the Sago water which the physician had ordered for him, he turned round, desiring me to let him die quietly. He thought his end must be near.

The physician, having entered the room at that moment, I urgently begged him to tell me the truth, and to let me know if there was any hope of my husband's recovery. He had scarcely said yes, when my children, on hearing this merciful word, sprang from under a table where they had lain concealed in dreadful expectation of the doctor's sentence, threw themselves at his feet, and kissed his hands with rapturous feelings of gratitude. Nobody could have witnessed this scene without sharing my deep emotion.

Out of thirty persons of whom our family consisted, ten only escaped the disease. It is astonishing how much the frail human creature can endure, and I am amazed that I survived such hard trials. My happy temperament permitted me even to be gay and cheerful whenever my hopes were encouraged. The best health is often undermined by such sufferings. Still, I rejoiced to think I had it in my power to be useful to those who are dearest to me, and that, without my exertions, I might have lost those who now contribute so much to my felicity.

At length all my patience were cured. In the autumn, General Phillips and Retaisal were exchanged, although the rest of the army who surrendered at Saratoga still remained prisoners. General Clinton wished to replace the baron in active service and appointed him Lieutenant General, investing him with the command at Long Island. A second dangerous attack of fever so impaired his health that the physicians thought he could never recover as long as he resided in that climate. But he would not leave the army, nor as Gaffirlo.

In the following spring, the baroness was established on Long Island. her husband's health meant it slowly, and his thoughts being often fixed on the remnant of his late regiments, which had remained in Canada, General Clinton at length consented that he should pay them a visit. Being about to depart in July, Madame de Rietasel sent the residue of their wood about thirty cores to some poor families, and took but a few articles of furniture, returning the rest to the commissary of the army. They at last embarked for Canada and reached Quebec after a journey of about two months in September, 179. Madame de Rietasel gives a pleasing description of her life in Canada, which seems to have been very agreeable. She had an opportunity of observing the habits of the Indians, some of whom were under her husband's command. Before she joined him on her first arrival in Canada, one of the savages, having heard that Monsieur

de Rietasel was ill, that he was married and felt uneasy on account of the delay in his wife's arrival, came with his own wife and said to the general, I love my wife, but I love thee also, in proof of which I give her to thee. The Indian seemed distressed and almost offended at the refusal of his gift. It is somewhat remarkable that this man was by birth a German, who had been taken prisoner by the savages when about fifteen years of age. In the summer of 1783, the general, having received news of the death of his father, became impatient to return to Europe.

They made all necessary arrangements for the voyage, and after the troops had embarked, were accompanied by many of their friends' to the vessel. General and Madame de Rietasel were graciously received by the King and Queen of Great Britain when they reached London. Their return to Germany was welcomed by their old friends and acquaintance, and the fair traveller rejoiced on seeing her husband once more, standing in the midst of his soldiers and a multitude of parents, wives, children, brothers and sisters, who either rejoiced at meeting again their relatives who had been so long absent, or mourned over the loss of those who had been long missed and expected.

it is to be presumed that the after-life of one who possessed a spirit so generous and cheerful was happy the record of her sojourn in america impresses the reader with feelings of admiration and esteem for her such details have a value beyond that of a mere narration of facts they illustrate character and add the warm coloring of life to the outlines of history they afford light by which we can more clearly read the great lessons in the story of battle and victory in the midst of the midst of the world of the history in the midst of the midst of the world of history in the midst of the midst of the midst of the world of history in the history in the midst of the midst of the midst of the midst of the history they our enthusiasm for the achievement of Saratoga, we do not lose pity for the disasters that accompanied the triumph. We see courtesy and humanity prevailing in the midst of the strife, and honor both the opposing principles of loyalty and patriotism. If the figures of the picture are at first fierce and repulsive, the figures of brethren armed against brethren of mercenary Germans and frantic savages, Canadian rangers and American plowmen, all bristling together with the horrid front of war, what a chival.

charm of contrast is presented when among these stern and forbidding groups as beheld the form of a Christian woman moving to and fro, disarming the heart of every emotion but reverence, softening the misfortunes of defeat, and checking the elation of victory. After the death of General Retaisal in 1800, the Baroness fixed her residence at Berlin where she died on the 29th of March, 1808. She established here an asylum for military orphans and an almshouse for the poor in Brunswick. She was long remembered with her interesting family in Virginia as well as in other parts of the continent.

She is described as full in figure and possessing no small share of beauty. Some of her foreign habits rendered her rather conspicuous, such as riding in boots and in what was then called the European fashion, and she was sometimes charged with carelessness in her attire. She was visited by many families in the neighborhood of Charlottesville. End of Chapter 6, 7, and 8 Chapter 9, 10, and 11 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1

by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 9. Dorothy Hancock Mrs. Hancock was one of those who, at Cambridge, extended courtesies to the ladies of Belgoing's army when under the Convention of Surrender. She was the daughter of Edmund, Quincy of Massachusetts and was born in 1750.

At the age of 24, she was married to one of the greatest men of the age. The honor that encircled the name of John Hancock received added lustre from the fair partner of his fortunes. Moving in the best circles of society and a leader in taste and fashion, she filled her illustrious station with dignity and dispensed with grace the hospitality of her house. There might have been seen at her table all classes. The grave clergy, the veteran and the gay, and the gifted in song or anecdote or wit. The social customs of the day savored of profusion. It was a practice in families of respectability to have a tankard of punch made in the morning,

of which visitors during the day were invited to partake. Dinners and suppers were frequently interchanged, and the tables were loaded with provision. The dinner hour was at one or two o'clock, and three was the latest for formal occasions. The evening amusement was usually a game at cards, and dancing was much in vogue. There were concerts, but theatrical amusements were prohibited. Much attention was paid to dress, and coats various in color were worn. Mrs. Hancock was not only admirable in the pleasing duties of mistress of her household, but in hours of disease and pain soothed her husband and calmed his sensitive and irritable temper.

She had her share, too, in the terrors and dangers of the war. When the British made their attack at Lexington and Concord, she was at the latter place with Mr. Hancock and fled with him to Woburn. Many a scene of revolutionary days in which she was herself an actor or a spectator she was accustomed to depict an after-years. She would often describe the appearance and manners of the British officers who had been quartered in Boston, dwelling particularly on the military virtue of Earl Percy, who slept in a tent among his soldiers encamped on the common in the winter of 1744 to 45. and whose voice could be heard at the dawn of day, drilling his troops.

During the life of her husband, Mrs. Hancock was of necessity much in the gay world, in which she occupied a position so distinguished. After his death, she married Captain Scott, with whom she passed a less brilliant yet not a less happy life. Her later years were spent in seclusion. She was still, however, surrounded by friends who were instructed and charmed by her superior mind and cheerful conversation. She went but little into society, and whenever she appeared, was received with great attention.

Lafayette, on his visit to this country, called upon her, and many spoke of the interesting interview witness between the once-yuthful Chevalier and the splendid bell. She died in her 78th year. Several anecdotes are told of her sprightliness, good sense, and benevolence, but unfortunately cannot be obtained in a form sufficiently authentic for this sketch. Sarah Hull, the wife of Major William Hull, was one of those women who followed their husbands to the camp, resolved to partake their dangers and privations. She was with the army at Saratoga and joined the other American ladies in kind and soothing attentions to the fair captives after the surrender.

She was the daughter of Judge Fuller of Newton, Massachusetts, and was born about 1755. At the close of the war she returned home, and when her gallant husband was appointed general, of the County Militia, did the honors of his Marquis, and received guests of distinction with a grace, dignity, and affability that attracted General admiration. For several years, General Hull held the office of Governor of Michigan Territory. In her eminent station, Mrs. Hull displayed so much good sense with more brilliant accomplishments that she improved the state of society in her neighborhood, without provoking envy by her superiority. The influence of a strong intellect with cultivated taste and refinement presided in her circle.

Those who visited the wild country about them found a generous welcome at her hospitable mansion and departed with admiring recollections of her and her daughters. But it was in the cloud of misfortune that the energy of Mrs. Hall's character was most clearly shown. Governor Hull, having been appointed Major General

in the War of 1812, met with disasters which compelled his surrender and subjected him to suspicions of treason. His protracted trial and his defense belonged to history. His wife sustained these evils with a trustful serenity, hoping that the day would yet come when all doubt should be cleared away and her husband restored to public confidence. The loss of her son in battle was born with the same Christian fortitude.

Her quiet, calm demeanor exhibited no trace of the suffering that had wrung her heart. She lived to see her hopes realized in the General's complete vindication and died in 1826 in less than a year from his decease. Chapter 10, Harriet Ackland The story of female heroism, fidelity, and piety with which the name of Lady Harriet Ackland is associated is familiar to the readers of American history. To the fairer page where such examples of virtue are recorded,

we delight to turn from the details of military achievement. The presence that shed radiance on the sunny days of hope and success relieved and brightened the season of disaster. Her offices of mediation softened the bitterness of political animosity. The benevolent and conciliating efforts are known by which this heroine endeavored to settle differences that arose between the captive British soldiers and their conquerors at the time the troops were quartered at Cambridge after the surrender. Lady Harriet was the wife of Major Ackland, an officer in Burgoyne's army.

She accompanied him to Canada in 1776, and in the third of the same hundred. the disastrous campaign of the following year from Canada to Saratoga. Beautiful and admired as she was, and accustomed to all the luxuries and refinements incident to rank and fortune, her delicate frame ill-calculated to sustain the various hardships to be undergone, she yet shrank not from her husband's perils and privations in traversing the dreary wilderness. When he lay ill at Chambly in a miserable hut, her attention was assiduous, in defiance of fatigue and discomfort. When he was wounded at heart, he was wounded at Aberton, she hastened from Montreal, where she had at first persuaded to remain and crossed

Lake Champlain, resolved to leave him no more. Her vehicle of conveyance on the march of the army was part of the time a small two-wheeled tumble, drawn by a single horse over roads almost impassable. The women followed in the rear of the artillery and baggage, but heard all the uproar in encounters with the enemy. On the advance of the army to Fort Edward, the tent in which Lady Acklen Lodge took fire, the light being pushed over by a pet Newfoundland dog, and she and her husband made their escape with the utmost difficulty. But no hazards dissuaded the wife from her purpose. She was not only the ministering angel of him she loved so devotedly,

but won the admiration of the army by her amiable deportment, continually making little presence to the officers belonging to his corps, whenever she had anything among her stores worth acceptance, and receiving in return every kind of attention which could mitigate the hardship she had daily to encounter. Asterisk. Bouguang's campaign, Thatcher's Military Journal and other authorities. Return to text.

In the decisive action of the 7th of October, Lady Ackland was again in the tumult of battle. During the heat of the conflict, tortured by anxiety, she took refuge among the wounded and dying. Her husband, commanding the grenadiers, was in the most exposed part of the battle, and she awaited his fate in awful suspense. The Baroness Retaisal and the wives of two other field officers were her companions in apprehension. One of the officers was brought in wounded and the death of the other was announced. In the midst of the heart-rending scenes that followed, intelligence came that the British Army was defeated and that Major Ackland was desperately wounded and a prisoner.

The unhappy lady sustained by the councils of her friend the Baroness, determined to join her husband in the American camp. She sent a message to General Burgoying through his aid-de-con Lord Peterson to ask permission to depart. The British commander was astonished at this application. He was ready to believe patience and fortitude most brightly displayed in the female character, but he could hardly understand the courage of a woman

who, after suffering so long the agitation of suspense, exhausted by want of rest and want of food, was ready to brave the darkness of night in the drenching rain for many hours, and to deliver herself to the enemy uncertain into what hand she might fall. The assistance I was able to give, he says, was small indeed. I had not even a cup of wine to offer her. All I could furnish was an open boat and a few lines written on dirty and wet paper to General Gates, recommending her to his protection. How picturesque is the grouping of scenes we have at this point, and how do women's strength of character and ardent affection shine amid the surrounding

gloom. The army on its retreat, the sick and wounded abandoned to the mercy of the victors, the state of confusion following disasters so fatal to British power, the defeated general appealing in behalf of the suffering wife by his tribute, written in haste and agitation to her grace and excellence and his expression of compassion for her hard fortune, and her own forgetfulness of danger in hastening to her husband's aid. She obtained, from the wife of a soldier, the refreshment of a little spirits and water, and set out in an open boat, accompanied by the British chaplain Brudanel, her own waiting-maid and her husband's valet, who had been severely wounded in the search for his master when first missing from the field of battle. They went down the river during a violent

storm of rain and wind, and arrived at the American outposts in the night, having suffered much from wet and cold. The sentinel of the advance guard heard the sound of oars and hailed the boat. What must have been his surprise to hear that a woman had braved the storm on such an errand. He sent for Major Deerborn, the officer of the guard, before he would permit the passengers to land. Major Deerborn invited Lady Ackland to his guardhouse, offered her a cup of tea, and every accommodation in his power, and gave her the welcome intelligence of her husband's safety. In the morning, she experienced the kindness of General Gates, who treated her with the tenderness of a parent, bestowing every attention which her sex and circumstances

is required. She was conveyed under a suitable escort to the quarters of General Poor on the Heights to her wounded husband, and there remained till he was taken to Albany. Her resolution and devotion to him touched the feelings of the Americans, and won the admiration of all who heard her story. It is related that Major Ackland showed his sense of the generous treatment he had received by doing all in his power while in New York on parole to alleviate the condition of American prisoners of distinction. After his return to England, he lost his life in defense of American honor. At a dinner of military gentlemen, a lieutenant Lloyd threw out sneering remarks upon the alleged cowardice of the American troops. This was an indirect aspersion on the bravery of the unfortunate

officers who had been taken captive with Burgoyne's army, and was felt and resented by Major Ackland. High words ensued, and a duel was the consequence in which Ackland fell at the first fire. The shrews. shock of his death deprived Lady Harriet of reason, and she remained two years in that sad condition. After her recovery, she quitted the gay world and gave her hand to the Reverend Mr. Brudanel, who had accompanied her on that gloomy night to the camp of General Gates. She survived him many years and died at an advanced age. The narrative of that celebrated campaign contains an anecdote of female compassion which, though not connected with the subject of this notice,

may be properly mentioned here. Colonel Cochran, having been sent to Canada as a spy, his mission was suspected and a large bounty offered for his head. While there, he was taken sick, and, knowing that he was suspected, concealed himself for a few days in a brush heap, within about two miles of the American lines, unable to make his escape or even to walk.

Having suffered much from his sickness and want of nourishment, and, having discovered a log cabin and considerable distance from the spot where he was concealed, the only one in sight, he crept to it on his hands and knees for the purpose of soliciting assistance. On his approach to the rear of the cabin, he heard three men in earnest conversation, and it happened that he was the subject of their discourse. Having heard of the heavy bounty offered for the colonel, and having seen a man in the vicinity a few days before, answering the description of him,

they were forming their plans and expressing their determination to find his whereabouts and take him for the sake of the bounty. one of the men was the owner of the cabin. His wife was also present, and the others were his brother and brother-in-law. Soon after this conversation, the three men departed in pursuit. He crept into the cabin and frankly told the woman, who seemed favorably impressed towards him

on account of his almost helpless condition that he had overheard the conversation, that he was the man of whom they were in search, and that he should throw himself entirely upon her mercy, trusting to her fidelity for protection. this she very kindly promised him to the utmost of her ability having received some restoratives which seemed to give relief and taken suitable nourishment he lay down on a bed in the room for the purpose of taking some repose after the men had been absent about three hours they returned when she concealed him in a closet by the side of the fireplace and shut the door taking good care while the men were in the house to keep near it that if anything should be wanted from within she might be ready to get it herself during the time the men were in the cabin, they expressed much confidence in the belief that the colonel was concealed somewhere in the vicinity, and named many places in which they intended to look for him.

Having taken some food and otherwise prepared themselves, the men departed to renew their search. Soon after they retired, the women not considering the colonel's present situation safe, proposed that he should conceal himself at some distance from the cabin, where she might secretly bring him food and render such other assistance as he needed. She accordingly directed him to take post on a certain hill about half a mile distant where he might be able to discover any person's approach and to flee if he was able should it become necessary. He manifested an inclination to resume his former position in the brush heap, which was in the midst of a patch of ground that had been cut over a fallow.

But she told him her husband intended to burn it the next day, and in that case he would certainly be discovered or perish in a conflagration. He then submitted entirely to her directions. and crept along to the hill in the best way he could. He remained some time in this place of concealment undiscovered by anyone except this faithful Rahab of the forest, who, like a good Samaritan, poured in the oil and wine, until his strength was in a measure restored,

and he was enabled to return to his country and his home. Some years after the close of the war, and while the colonel lived at Ticonderoga, he accidentally met with this kind-hearted woman, whose name I have not been able to ascertain, and rewarded her handsome. for her fidelity. Chapter 11. Hannah Irwin Israel

About the close of the year 1777, while the commander-in-chief of the British forces was in possession of Philadelphia, a foot-passenger might have been seen on the road leading from Wilmington to that city. He was a young man of tall figure and powerful frame, giving evidence of great muscular strength to which a walk of over 30 miles under ordinary circumstances would be a trifle. But the features of the traveler were darkened by anxiety and apprehension, and it was more the overtasking of the mind than the body which occasioned the weariness and lassitude under which he was plainly laboring. His dress was that of a simple citizen, and he was enveloped in a large cloak, affording

ample protection against the severity of the weather, as well as serving to conceal sundry parcels of provisions and a bag of money with which he was laden. It was long after dark before he reached the fairy, but renewed hope and confidence filled his heart as he approached the termination of his job. journey. Sir William Howe, it will be remembered, had entered the capital towards the end of September after much maneuvering and several battles, Washington having made ineffectual efforts to prevent the accomplishment of his object. He was received with a welcome apparently cordial by the timid or interested citizens. His first care was to reduce the fortifications on the Delaware and remove the obstructions

prepared by the Americans to prevent the British fleet from ascending the river. While Fort Mifflin at Mud Island and Fort Mercer at Red Bank were occupied by their garrisons, he could have no communication with his fleet, and was in danger of being speedily compelled to evacuate the city. Count Donop, detached with the Hessian troops to take possession of the fort at Red Bank, was repulsed and mortally wounded. The invaders' fortune, however, triumphed, and the Americans were finally driven from their posts. Their water force was compelled to retire from the fire of the batteries, and the British at length gained free communication by way of the Delaware between their army and the shipping. Thus, the reverses in New Jersey and Pennsylvania

had cast a gloom over the country, which could not be altogether dispelled even by the brilliant victories of Saratoga and the capture of Belgoing and his army. The condition of the American army, when it retired into winter quarters at Valley Forge, was deplorable enough to change hope into despair, and presented truly a spectacle unparalleled in history. Absolute destitation held high court, and never was the chivalric heroism of patriotic suffering more tangibly manifested than by that patriot band within those frail log huts that barely covered them from the falling snow or sheltered them from the keen wintry blasts. This privation of necessary food and clothing during one of the most rigorous winters ever

experienced in the country, this misery, the detail of the which is too familiar to need repetition, was endured by the continental soldiers at the same time that the English and the metropolis were reveling in unrestrained luxury and indulgence. Asterisk Marshall's manuscript journal says, December 28, 1777, Our affairs were a very gloomy aspect. Great part of our army gone into winter quarters. Those in camp wanting breeches, shoes, stockings, and blankets, and by accounts brought

yesterday were in want of flower. Our enemies, reveling in balls, attended with every degree of luxury and excess in the city, rioting and wantingly using our houses, utensils, and furniture. All this and a numberless number of other abuses, we endure from that handful of benditti to the amount of six or seven thousand men, headed by that monster of rappin, General Howe. Return to text. Many weak families, meanwhile, who remained in Philadelphia, plundered and insulted by the soldiers, wanted the comforts of life, and received assistance clandestinely

from their friends at a distance. To return to our narrative. When the traveler arrived at the ferry, he was promptly hailed by the sentinel with, Who goes there? A friend, was the reply. The countersign. The counter sign for the night was promptly given.

Pass, friend, said the soldier, and the other went on quickly. Israel was a native of Pennsylvania. He had left America at 21 for the island of Barbados, and by nine or ten years of patient industry had amassed considerable property. He returned rich to his native country, but in a few months after his marriage the war broke out and his whole fortune was lost or sacrificed by agents.

He had resolved, with his brother at the commencement of the struggle, to take up arms in the cause of freedom. But the necessity was imperative, that one should remain for the protection of the helpless females of the family, and their entreaties not to be left exposed to a merciless enemy without a brother's aid at last prevailed. Israel and Joseph drew lots to determine which should become a soldier. The lot fell upon the younger and unmarried one. At this period, the residence of Israel was on a small farm near Wilmington, Delaware.

His mother had removed with her family to Philadelphia, her house at Newcastle being thought too much exposed in the vicissitudes of war. After the occupation of the capital by the British, they endured severe hardships, sometimes suffering the want of actual necessaries. Israel watched over their welfare with incessant anxiety. The knowledge that his beloved ones were in want of supplies and that his presence was needed determined him to enter the city at this time, notwithstanding the personal hazard it involved.

one of his Tory neighbors who professed the deepest sympathy for his feelings procured for him the countersign for the night. He had thus been enabled to elude the vigilance of the sentinel. When arrived at his mother's dwelling, Mr. Israel found that it was in possession of several soldiers quartered upon the family. Among them was a savage-looking Hessian with aspect of itself quite enough to terrify timid women. But all annoyances and the fatigues of his long walk were forgotten in the joyful meeting. A still more pleasing surprise was reserved for him. His young brother Joseph was that very hour on a secret visit to the family. For some hours of the evening the household circle was once more complete.

But such happiness in those times of peril was doomed to be short-lived. At eleven o'clock while the family were seated at supper, the tramp of horses was heard without, and the rough voices of soldiers clamored at the door. Within all was confusion. and the terrified women entreated the brothers to fly. They followed the younger with frantic haste up the stairs where he left his uniform and made his escape from the roof of the house. The knocking and shouting continued below.

Israel descended, accompanied by the pale and trembling females, and himself opened the door. The intruders rushed in. At their head was the Hessian sergeant who instantly seized the young man's arm, exclaiming, We have caught him at last. The rebel rascal! mr israel's presence of mind never forsook him under the most appalling circumstances he was sensible of the eminence of his own danger and that his brother's safety could be secured only by delay

he shook off the grasp of the officer and calmly demanded what was meant and who it was that accused him of being a rebel there he is replied the hesson pointing to caesar a slave mr israel had brought from the west indies and given his mother for a guard the master fixed upon the negro his stern and penetrating look so steadfastly that caesar trembled and hung his head dare you caesar call me rebel he exclaimed gentlemen the muscles of his mouth worked into a sneer as he pronounced the word there is some mistake here my brother joe is the person meant i presume let me fetch the uniform and then you can judge for yourselves caesar come with me so saying and taking the black by the arm with a vice-like grip he led him upstairs not one word you rascal was whispered in his ear or i'll kill you upon the spot the negro drew his breath hard and convulsively but dared not speak the uniform was produced and exhibited and israel made efforts to put it on before his captors the person whom it fitted being short and slightened figure its ludicrous disproportion to the towering height and robust form of the elder brother convinced the soldiers of their mistake, and the sergeant made awkward apologies, shaking the hand of the man he had so lately called a rebel, assuring him he had no doubt he was an honest and loyal subject, and that he would take care his fidelity should be mentioned in the

proper quarter. And now, he said, as your supper is ready, we will sit down. He seated himself beside his host, whose resentment at the familiarity was tempered by the thought that his brother was saved by the well-time deceit. The ladies also were convinced. compelled to take their places and to listen in silence to the coarse remarks of their unwelcome guest. With rude protestations of goodwill and promises of patronage, he mingled boastful details of his exploits in slaughtering the rebels

that caused his auditors to shudder with horror. Mr. Israel used to relate afterwards that he grasped the knife he was using and raced it to strike down the savage, but that his mother's look of agonized entreaty withheld the blow. the Heshan continued his recital, accompanied by many bitter oaths. The powerly affair, cried he, was capital. I was with General Gray in that attack. It was just after midnight when we forced the outpost, and not a noise was heard so loud as the dropping of a musket. How the fellows turned out of their encampment when they heard us!

What are running about! Barefoot and half-clothed, and in the light of their own fires. These showed us where to chase them while they could not see us. We killed three hundred of the rebels with the bayonet. I stuck them myself like so many pigs, one after another, till the blood ran out of the touch-hole of my musket. The details of the Heshen were interrupted by Mr. Israel starting to his feet with face pale with rage, convulsed lips, and clenched hands. The catastrophe that might have ensued was prevented by a faint shriek from his young sister

who fell into his arms in a swoon. The sergeant's horrible boasting thus silenced and the whole room in confusion, he bade the family good-night, saying he was on duty and presently quitted the house. The parting of those who had just gone through so agitating a scene was now to take place.

Caesar was sternly questioned and reprimanded for his perfidy, but the black excused himself by pleading that he had been compelled to do as he had done. For the future, with streaming eyes, he promised the strictest fidelity, and to his credit be it said, remained steadfast in the performance of this promise.

Having bid a nadir to his family, Mr. Israel set forth on his journey homeward. He arrived only to be made a prisoner. The loyalist who had given him the counter sign had betrayed the secret of his expedition. He and his wife's brother were immediately seized and carried on board the frigate, Roebuck, lying in the Delaware,

a few miles from the then borough of Wilburrow of Wilburne, and directly opposite his farm in order to be tried as spies. Being one of the Committee of Safety, the position of Mr. Israel under such an accusation was extremely critical. On board the ship, he was treated with the utmost severity. His watch, silver shoe buckles, and various articles of clothing were taken from him. His bed was a coil of ropes on deck without covering from the bitter cold of the night air, and to all appearances his fate was already decided. The testimony of his Tory neighbors was strong against him. Several were ready to swear to the fact that while the loyal population of the country had

willingly furnished their share of the provisions needed by the ships of war, he had been heard to say repeatedly that he would sooner drive his cattle as a present to General Washington than receive thousands of dollars in British gold for them. On being informed of this speech, the commander gave orders that a detachment of soldiers should proceed to drive the rebel's cattle, then grazing in a meadow in full view, down to the river, and slaughter them in the face of the prisoners.

What, meanwhile, must have been the feelings of the young wife, herself about to become a mother, when her husband and brother were led away in her very sight. The farm was a mile or more from the river, but there was nothing to intercept the view, the ground from the meadow sloping down to the water.

Mrs. Israel was at this point about nineteen years of age, and is described as of a middle height and slight but symmetrical figure, a fair complexion, with clear blue eyes and dark hair, her manners, modest, and retiring. She was devoted to her family and her domestic concerns. It needed the trying scenes by which she was surrounded to develop the heroism which, in times more peaceful,

might have been unmarked by those who knew her most intimately. From her position on the lookout, she saw the soldiers land from the ship's shoulder-arms, advance toward the meadow. In an instant she divined their purpose, and her resolution was taken. With a boy eight years old, whom she bad follow her at his utmost speed, she started off, determined to baffle the enemy, and saved the cattle at the peril of her life. Down went the bars and followed by the little boy, she ran to drive the herd to the opening. The soldiers called out repeatedly to her to desist, and threatened if she did not to fire upon her.

Fire away, cried the heroic woman. They fired. The balls flew thickly around her. The frightened cattle ran in every direction over the field. This way, she called to the boy. Nothing daunted. This way, Joe. Head them there. Stop them, Joe. Do not let one escape. And not one did escape. The bullets fired by the cowardly British soldiers continued to whistle around her person. The little boy paralyzed, paralyzed. by terror fell to the ground. She seized him by the arm, lifted him over the fence, and herself

drove the cattle into the barnyard. The assailants, baffled by the courage of a woman and probably not daring for fear of the neighbors to invade the farmhouses, retraced their steps, and returned disappointed to the ship. All this scene passed in sight of the officers of the Roebuck and the two prisoners. The agony of suspense and fear endured by the husband and brother when they saw the danger to which the wife exposed herself may be better imagined than described. It may also be conceived how much they exulted in her triumph. The trial was held on board the ship. The Tory witnesses were examined in due form, and it was but too evident that the lives of the prisoners were in great danger. A kind-hearted sailor sought an opportunity of speaking in private with

Mr. Israel and asked him if he were a Freemason. The answer was in the affirmative. the sailor then informed him that a lodge was held on shipboard and the officers who belonged to it were to meet that night the prisoners were called upon before their judges and permitted to answer to the accusations against them mr israel in bold but respectful language related his story and acknowledged his secret visit to philadelphia not in the character of a spy but to carry relief to his suffering parent and her family he also acknowledged having said as was testified that he would rather give his cattle to Washington or destroy the whole herd than sell them for British gold. This trait of magnanimity might not have been so appreciated by the enemies of his country as to operate in his favor, but that, watching his opportunity, he made to the commanding officer the secret sign of Masonic Brotherhood. The effect was instantly observable. The officer's stern countenance softened. His change of opinion and that of the other judges became evident,

and after some further examination, the court was broken. up. The informants, and those who had borne testimony against the prisoners, hung their heads in shame at the severe rebuke of the court, for their cowardly contact in betraying and preferring charges against an honorable man, bound on a mission of love and duty to his aged mother. The acquitted prisoners were dismissed, loaded with presence of pins, handkerchiefs, and other articles not to be purchased at that time for the intrepid wife, and were sent on shore in a splendid barge as a mark of special honor from the officer in command. Such was the adventure in which the courage and patriotism of the subject of this

notice was displayed. The records of the Grand Lodge of Pennsylvania, of which Mr. Ezraal was grand master for many years, bear testimony to his having been saved from an ignominious death by masonry. Mrs. Israel's family name was Irwin. Her ancestors were Quakers who came with Penn, her parents, Native Americans, and she herself was born in Wilmington, Delaware. Her first meeting with her husband was romantic enough. Mr. Israel had sailed in a sloop or packet from Philadelphia to visit Newcastle, where his mother and family resided. He observed on deck an extremely pretty girl,

hardly seventeen years of age and very neatly and tastefully dressed, with the finest turned foot and ankle in the world. All who went on such voyages were then obliged to furnish themselves with provisions, and his attention was drawn by the young girl's kindly distribution of her little stock, handing it about from one to another, till but little was left for her own portion. In passing him, she modestly hesitated a moment, and then offered him a share. This led to conversation. He learned that she was the daughter of highly respectable parents and resided in Wilmington. Love at first sight was as common in those days as now.

After seeing his mother, he visited Wilmington, became better acquainted, offered himself and was accepted, and on his marriage rented the farm above-mentioned and commenced life anew. It may be proper to mention here that the castle from which the town of Newcastle took its name was in very early days the property and residence of his ancestors. Subsequently, he became the purchaser of the old castle and removed the tiles that covered it with the vein that graced it to his country seat where part of them, several hundred years old, are still to be seen. Mr. Israel died in 1821 at the age of 7.

The death of his wife took place at his country seat near Philadelphia at the age of 56. She was the mother of thirteen children, many of whom died young. But two are now living and reside in Philadelphia. One of them is the accomplished lady, herself the wife of a gallant officer thirty-five years engaged in the service of his country, from whom I received these particulars. To this glance at the condition of some of the citizens of Philadelphia at that time may be added a description from a lady's letter to her friend of the first entrance of the British Army into the city. We had, for a neighbor, and an intimate acquaintance, a very amiable English gentleman,

who had been in the British Army and had left the service on marrying a rich and excellent lady of Philadelphia some years before. He endeavored to give my mother confidence that the inhabitants would not be ill-treated. He advised that we should be all well-dressed and that we should keep our houses closed. The army marched in and took possession of the down in the morning. We were upstairs and saw them pass to the State House. They looked well, clean and well-clad, and the contrast between them and our poor, bare-footed and ragged troops was very great and caused a feeling of despair. It was a solemn and impressive day, but I saw no exaltation in the enemy, nor indeed in those who were reckoned favorable

to their success. Early in the afternoon, Lord Cornwallis's suite arrived and took possession of my mother's dwelling. But my mother was appalled by the numerous train in her house and shrank from having such inmates, for a guard was mounted at the door and the yard filled with soldiers and baggage of every description. And I well remember what we thought of the haughty looks of Lord Rodden

and the other aide-de-con as they traversed the apartments. My mother desired to speak with Lord Cornwallis and he attended her in the front parlor. She told him of her situation and how impossible it would be for her to stay in her own house with such a train as composed his lordship's establishment. He behaved with great politeness to her, said he should be sorry to give trouble, and would have other quarters looked out for him. They withdrew that very afternoon,

and we felt glad of the exemption. But it did not last long, for directly the quarter-masters were employed in billeting the troops, and we had to find room for two officers of artillery, and afterwards, in addition for two gentlemen, secretaries of Lord Howe. general howe during the time he stayed in philadelphia seized and kept for his own use mary pemberton's coach and horses in which he used to ride about the town my wife says marshall in his manuscript diary february fourteenth seventeen seventy eight looks upon every philadelphia who comes to see us as a person's suffering in a righteous cause and entitled to partake of our hospitality Tradition has preserved in several families anecdotes illustrative of the strait to which even women and children were then reduced. One of Mary Redmond may be mentioned. She was the daughter of a patriot somewhat distinguished among his neighbors in Philadelphia. Many of her relatives were loyalists, and she was playfully called among them the little black-eyed rebel. She was accustomed to assist several women whose husbands were in the American army to procure intelligence.

The dispatches were usually sent from their... friends by a boy who carried them stitched in the back of his coat. He came into the city, bringing provisions to market. One morning, when there was some reason to fear he was suspected, and his movements watched by the enemy, Mary undertook to get the papers in safety from him. She went, as usual to the market, and, in a pretended game of romps, threw her shawl over the boy's head and thus secured the prize. She hastened with the papers to her anxious friends, who read them by stealth after the windows had been carefully closed. When the news came of undergoing surrender and the Whig women were secretly rejoicing,

the sprightly girl, not daring to give vent openly to her exaltation, put her head up the chimney and gave a shout for gates. End of chapters 9, 10, and 11. Chapters 12 and 13 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 12 Lydia Darra On the second day of December 1777, late in the afternoon,

an officer in the British uniform ascended the steps of a house in Second Street, Philadelphia, immediately opposite the quarters occupied by General Howe, who at that time had full possession of the city. The house was plain and neat in its exterior, and well known to be tenanted by William and Lydia Darah members of the Society of Friends. It was the place chosen by the superior officers of the army for private conunders, whenever it was necessary to hold consultations on subjects of importance, and selected perhaps on account of the unobtrusive character of its inmates, whose religion inculcated meekness and forbearance and forbade them to practice the arts of war. This anecdote is given in the

first number of the American Quarterly Review and is said to be taken from Lydia's own narration. It is mentioned or alluded to by several other authorities and in letters written at the time. The story is familiar to many persons in Philadelphia. who heard it from their parents, so that there appears no reason to doubt its authenticity. The officer, who seemed quite familiar with the mansion, knocked at the door. It was opened, and in the neatly furnished parlor he met the mistress who spoke to him calling him by name. It was the adjutant general, and he appeared in haste to give an order.

This was to desire that the back room above stairs might be prepared for the reception that evening of himself and friends, who were to meet there and remain late. and be sure lydia he concluded that your family are all in bed at an early hour i shall expect you to attend to this request when our guests are ready to leave the house i will myself give you notice that you may let us out and extinguish the fire and candles having delivered this order with an emphatic manner which showed that he relied much on the prudence and discretion of the person he addressed the adjutant general departed lydia betook herself to getting all things in readiness but the words she had heard especially the injunction to retire early rang in her ears, and she could not divest herself of the indefinable feeling that something of importance was in agitation. While her hands were busy in duties that devolved upon her,

her mind was no less actively at work. The evening closed in and the officers came to the place of meeting. Lydia had ordered all her family to bed and herself admitted the guests, after which she retired to her own apartment and threw herself without undressing upon the bed. But sleep refused to visit her eyelids. Her vague apprehensions gradually assumed more definite shape. She became more and more uneasy till her nervous restlessness amounted to absolute terror.

Unable longer to resist the impulse, not of curiosity, but surely of a far higher feeling, she slid from the bed and taking off her shoes, passed noiselessly from her chamber and along the entry. Approaching cautiously the apartment in which the officers were assembled, she applied her ear to the keyhole. For a few moments she could distinguish but a word or two amid the murmur of voices,

yet what she did hear but stimulated her eager desire to learn the important secret of the conclave. At length there was a profound silence and a voice was heard reading a paper aloud. It was an order for the troops to quit the city on the night of the fourth and march out to a secret attack

upon the American army then encamped at White Marsh. Lydia had heard enough. She retreated softly to her own room and laid herself quietly on the bed. In the deep stillness that reigned through the house, she could hear the beating of her own heart, the heart now throbbing with emotions to which no speech could give utterance. It seemed to her that but a few moments had a lapse when there was a knocking at her door. She knew well what the signal meant, but took no heed. It was repeated and more loudly.

Still, she gave no answer. Again and yet more, loudly the knocks were repeated, and then she rose quickly and opened the door. It was the adjutant general who came to inform her they were ready to depart. Lydia let them out, fasten the house, and extinguished the lights and fire. Again she returned to her chamber and to bed, but repose was a stranger for the rest of the night. Her mind was more disquieted than ever. She thought of the danger that threatened the lives of thousands of her countrymen and of the ruin that impended over the whole land.

something must be done and that immediately to avert this widespread destruction should she awaken her husband and inform him that would be to place him in special jeopardy by rendering him a partaker of her secret and he might too be less wary and prudent than herself no come what might she would encounter the risk alone after a petition for heavenly guidance her resolution was formed and she waited with composure, though sleep was impossible, till the dawn of day. Then she waked her husband and informed him Flower was wanted for the use of the household, in that it was necessary she should go to Frankfurt to procure it.

This was no uncommon occurrence, and her declining the attendance of the maid-servant excited little surprise. Taking the bag with her, she walked through the snow, having stopped first at headquarters, obtained access to General Howe and secured his written permission to pass the British lines. the feelings of a wife and mother one whose religion was that of love and whose life was but a quiet round of domestic duties bound on an enterprise so hazardous and uncertain whether her life might not be forfeit may be better imagined than described lydia reached frankfort distant four or five miles and deposited her bag at the mill now commenced the dangers of her undertaking for she pressed forward with all haste towards the outposts of the american army her determination was to apprise general washington of the danger she was met on her way by an american officer who had been selected by general washington to gain information respecting the movements of the enemy according to some authorities this was lieutenant colonel craig of the light horse He immediately recognized her and inquired whether she was going. In reply, she prayed him to alight and walk with her, which he did, ordering his men to keep in sight.

To him, she disclosed the secret, after having obtained from him a solemn promise not to betray her individually, since the British might take vengeance on her and her family. The officer thanked her for her timely warning and directed her to go to a house near at hand which she might get something to eat. But Lydia preferred returning at once, and did so while the officer, made all haste to the commander-in-chief. Preparations were immediately made to give the enemy a fitting reception.

With a heart lightened and failed with thankfulness, the intrepid woman pursued her way homeward, carrying the bag of flour, which had served as the ostensible object of her journey. None suspected the grave, demure, quakeress of having snatched from the English their anticipated victory. Her demeanor was, as usual, quiet, orderly, and subdued, and she attended to the duties of her family with her wanted composure.

But her heart beat, as late on the appointed night, she watched from her window the departure of the army, on what secret expedition bound she knew too well. She listened breathlessly to the sound of their footsteps and the trampling of horses till it died away in the distance, and silence reigned through the city. Time never appeared to pass so slowly as during the interval which elapsed

between the marching out and the return of the British troops. Then at last the distant roll of the drum proclaimed their approach. When the sounds came nearer and nearer, and Lydia, who was watching at the window, saw the troops pass in martial order, the agony of anxiety she felt was too much for her strength, and she retreated from her posts not daring to ask a question, or manifest the least curiosity as to the event. A sudden and loud knocking at her door was not calculated to lessen her apprehensions. She felt that the safety of her family depended on her self-possession at this critical,

moment. The visitor was the adjutant general, who summoned her to his apartment. With a pale cheek, but composed, for she placed her trust in a higher power, Lydia obeyed the summons. The officer's face was clouded and his expression stern. He locked the door with an air of mystery when Lydia entered and motioned her to a seat. After a moment of silence, he said, Were any of your family up, Lydia, on the night when I received company in this house? No, was the unhesitating reply. They all retired at eight o'clock. It is very strange, said the officer, and mused a few minutes. You, I know Lydia were asleep, for I knocked at your door three times before you heard me.

Yet it is certain that we were betrayed. I am altogether at a loss to conceive who could have given the information of our intended attack to General Washington. On arriving near his encampment, we found his cannon mounted his troops under arms, and so prepared at every point to receive us, that we have been compelled to march back without injuring our enemy like a parcel of fools. It is not known whether the officer ever discovered to whom he was indebted for the disappointment.

But the pious Quakeras blessed God for her preservation, and rejoiced that it was not necessary for her to utter an untruth in her own defense. And all who admire examples of courage and patriotism, especially those who enjoy the fruits of them, must honor the name of Liddy. A Dara. Chapter 13. Rebecca Franks The celebrated Miss Franks, so distinguished for intelligence and high accomplishment in revolutionary

times, could not properly be passed over in a series of notices of remarkable women of that period. In the brilliant position she occupied in fashionable society, she exerted, as may well be believed, no slight influence. For wit and beauty are potent champions in any cause for which they choose to arm themselves. That her talents were generally employed on the side of humanity and justice, that the pointed shafts of her wit which spared neither friend nor foe were aimed to chastise presumption and folly, we may infer from the amiable disposition which it is recorded she possessed. Admired in fashionable circles, and courted for the charms of conversation, she must have found many opportunities of exercising her feminine privilege of

softening as parodies and alleviating suffering, as well as of humbling the arrogance of those whom military success rendered regardless of the feelings of others. Though a decided loyalist, her satire did not spare those whose opinions she favored. It is related of her that at a splendid ball given by the officers of the British Army to the ladies of New York, she ventured one of those jests frequently uttered which must have been severely felt in the faint prospect that existed of a successful termination to the war. during an interval of dancing sir henry clinton previously engaged in conversation with miss franks called out to the musicians give us britain strike home the commander-in-chief exclaimed she has made a mistake he meant to say britons go home the keenness of her irony and her readiness at repartee were not less promptly shown in sharp tilting with the american officers at the festival of the miss kienza where even wig ladies were present miss

Franks had appeared as one of the princesses. She remained in Philadelphia after its evacuation by the British troops. Lieutenant Colonel Jack Stewart of Maryland, dressed in a fine suit of Scarlet, took an early occasion to pay his compliments, and gallantly said, I have adopted your colors, my princess, the better to secure a courteous reception. Dane to smile on a true knight. To this covert taunt, Miss Franks made no reply, but turning to the company who surrounded her exclaimed. How the ass glories in the lion's skin.

The same officer met with another equally severe rebuff while playing with the same weapons. The conversation of the company was interrupted by a loud clamor from the street which caused them to hasten to the windows. High headdresses were then the reigning fashion among the English bells. A female appeared in the street surrounded by a crowd of idlers, ragged in her apparel and barefoot, but adorned with a towering headdress in the extreme. of the mode. Miss Franks readily perceived the intent of this pageant, and on the lieutenant colonels observing that the woman was equipped in the English fashion, replied,

not altogether, Colonel, for though the style of her head is British, her shoes and stockings are in the genuine continental fashion. asterisk. Garden Many anecdotes of her quick and brilliant wit are extant in the memory of individuals, and many sarcastic speeches attributed to her have been repeated. It is represented that her information was extensive and that few were qualified to enter the list with her. General Charles Lee in the humorous letter he addressed to her, a jeue desprit she is said to have received with serious anger, calls her,

a lady who has had every human and divine advantage. Rebecca Franks was the daughter and youngest child of David Franks, a Jewish merchant, who immigrated to this country about a century since. He married an English woman before coming to America. and had three sons and two daughters. The eldest daughter married Andrew Hamilton, brother to the well-known proprietor of the Woodlands. After the termination of the war, Rebecca married General Henry Johnson,

a British officer of great merit, and accompanied him to England. He distinguished himself by some act of gallantry in one of the outbreaks of rebellion in Ireland and received the honor of knighthood. Their residence was at Bath, where their only surviving son still lives. The other son was killed,

at the Battle of Waterloo. The lady who furnished the above details informed me that her brother was entertained in 1810 at Lady Johnson's house and bath, where she was living in elegant style and exercising with characteristic grace the duties of hospitality and the virtues that adorn social life.

He described her as a person of the middle height, rather inclining to en bon point, and her expression of countenance as very agreeable with fine eyes. Her manners were frank and cheerful and she appeared happy in contributing to the happiness of others. Sir Henry was at that time living. It is said that Lady Johnson, not long after this period,

expressed to a young American officer her penitence for her former Toryism and her pride and pleasure in the victories of her countrymen on the Niagara frontier in the War of 1812. It has been remarked that favorable sentiments towards the Americans are general among loyalists residing in England, while, on the other hand, the political animosity of revolutionary times is still extant in the British American colonies. A loyal spinster of fourscore residing in one of these, went on a visit to one of her friends

some two years since, saw on the walls among several portraits of distinguished men, a print of the traitor Washington. She was so much troubled at the sight that her friend, to appease her, ordered it to be taken down and put away during her visit. A story is told also of a gentleman high in office in the same colony on whom an agent of the New York Albion called to deliver the portrait of Washington which the publisher that year presented to his subscribers. The gentleman highly insulted ordered the astonished agent to take the blank thing out of his sight and to strike his name instantly from the list. Miss Franks, it has been mentioned, was one of the princesses of the Miss Kianza.

This Italian word, signifying a medley or mixture, was applied to an entertainment or series of entertainments, given by the British officers in Philadelphia as a parting compliment to Sir William Howe, just before his relinquishment of command to Sir Henry Clinton and departure to England. Some of his enemies called it his triumph on leaving America unconquered. A description of this singular fete may be interesting to many readers. I therefore abridge one written, it is said, by Major Andre for an English Ladies' Magazine. I have seen a facsimile of the tickets issued in a volume of American historical and literary very curiosities. The names are in a shield on which is a view of the sea with the setting sun,

and on a wreath the words, Lucio Descendance, Actosplendore Resurgam. At the top is General Howe's crest with the words Vive Valley. Around the shield runs a vignette, and various military trophies fill up the background. The entertainment was given on the 18th of May 1778. It commenced with the Grand Regatta in three divisions. In the first was the ferret galley, on board of which were several general officers and ladies. In the center, the Hussar galley bore Sir William and Lord Howe, Sir Henry Clinton, their suite, and many ladies. The Cornwallis galley brought up the rear. General Nifausen and Sweet, three British generals and ladies being on board.

On each quarter of these galleys, and forming their division, were five flat boats lined with green cloth and filled with ladies and gentlemen. In front were three flat boats with bands of music. Six barges rode about each flak to keep off the swarm of boats in the river. The galleys were dressed in cutters and streamers. The ships lying at anchor were magnificently decorated, and the transport ships with colors flying, which extended and aligned the whole length of the city were crowded as well as the wharves with spectators.

The rendezvous was at night's wharf on the northern extremity of the city. The company embarked at half-past four, the three divisions moving slowly down to the music. Arrived opposite Market Wharf at a signal all rested on their oars, and the music played, God save the king, answered by three cheers from the vessels. The landing was at the old fort, a little south of the town, and in front of the building prepared for the company, a few hundred yards from the water. This regatta was gazed at from the wharves and warehouses by all the uninvited population of the city, When the General's barge pushed for shore,

a salute of 17 guns was fired from his majesty's ship, Robuck, and after an interval, 17, from the vigilant. The procession advanced through an avenue formed by two files of grenadiers, each supported by a line of light horse. The avenue led to a spacious lawn, lined with troops, and prepared for the exhibition of a tilt and tournament.

The music and managers with favors of white and blue ribbons in their breasts led the way. followed by the generals and the rest of the company. In front, the building bounded the view through a vista formed by two triumphal archers in a line with the landing place. The pavilions, with rows of benches rising one above another, received the ladies, while the gentlemen ranged themselves on each side. On the front seat of each pavilion were seven young ladies as princesses in Turkish habits,

and, wearing in their turbans, the favors meant for the knights who contended. The sound of trumpets was heard in the distance. and a band of knights in ancient habits of white and red silk mounted on gray horses caparisoned in the same colors attended by squires on foot heralds and trumpeters entered the lists lord Cathcart was chief of these knights and appeared in honor of miss Occamity one of his esquires bore his lance another his shield and two black slaves in blue and white silk with silver clasps on their bare neck and arms held his stirrups The band made the circuit of the square

saluting the ladies and then ranged themselves in a line with the pavilion in which were the ladies of their device. Their herald, after a flourish of trumpets, proclaimed a challenge, asserting the superiority of the ladies of the blended rose in wit, beauty, and accomplishment, and offering to prove it by deeds of arms

according to the ancient laws of chivalry. At the third repetition of the challenge, another herald and trumpeters advanced from the other side of the square, dressed in black and orange, and proclaimed defiance to the challengers in the name of the knights of the burning mountain. Captain Watson, the chief, appeared in honor of Miss Franks. His device, a heart with a wreath of flowers. His motto, love and glory. This band also rode round the list and drew up in front of the white knights. The gauntlet was thrown down and lifted. The encounter

took place. After the fourth encounter, the two chiefs spurring to the center fought singly till the marshal of the field rushed between and declared that the ladies of the blended rose and the burning mountain were satisfied with the proofs of love and valor already given and commanded their knights to desist. The bands then filed off in different directions, saluting the ladies as they approached the pavilions. The company then passed in procession through triumphal arches built in the Tuscan order to a garden in front of the building, and thence ascended to a spacious hall, painted an imitation of sienna marble, in this hall and apartment adjoining were tea and refreshments and the knights kneeling received their favors from the ladies on entering the room appropriated for the farrow table a cornucopia was seen filled with fruit and flowers another appeared in going out shrunk reversed and empty

The next advance was to a ballroom painted in pale blue, paneled with gold, with drooping festoons of flowers, the surbase pink with drapery festooned in blue. 85 mirrors decked with flowers and ribbons reflected the light from 34 branches of wax lights. On the same floor were four drawing rooms with sideboards of refreshments also decorated and lighted up. The dancing continued till ten. The windows were then thrown open and the fireworks commenced with a magnificent bouquet of rockets. At twelve, large folding doors

which had hitherto been concealed were suddenly thrown open, discovering a splendid and spacious saloon richly painted and brilliantly illuminated. The mirrors and branches decorated as also the supper table, which was set out, according to Major Andre's account, with 430 covers and 1,200 dishes.

When supper was ended, the herald and trumpeters of the blended rose entered the saloon and proclaimed the health of the king and royal family, followed by that of the knights and ladies, each toast being accompanied by a flourish of music. The company then returned to the ballroom, and the dancing continued till four o'clock. This was the most splendid entertainment ever given by officers to their general.

The next day the mirrors and lusters borrowed from the citizens were sent home with their ornaments. The pageant of a night was over. Sir William Howe departed. The folly and extravagance displayed were apparent not only to the foes of Britain. It is said that an old Scotch officer of artillery, when asked if he would be surprised, at an attack from General Washington during the festivities of the day, replied, If Mr. Washington possessed the wisdom and sound policy I have ever attributed to him, he will not meddle with us at such a time.

The excesses of the present hour are to him equivalent to a victory. It is interesting to contrast the situation of the two hostile armies at this time and to follow the destiny of the revelers. When the alliance was concluded between France and America, it was determined in Great Britain immediately to evacuate Philadelphia and concentrate the royal forces in the city and harbor of New York. In one month, knights and army marched from the city they had occupied. Major André represented as a charm of the company who had aided in painting the decorations and illustrated, illustrated the pageant by his pen, went forth to mingle in graver scenes. General Wayne writes, on the 12th of July, tell those Philadelphia ladies who attended Howe's assemblies and levies that the heavenly,

sweet, pretty redcoats, the accomplished gentleman of the guards and grenadiers have been humbled on the plains of Monmouth. The knights of the blended roses and of the burning mount have resigned their laurels to rebel officers who will lay them at the feet of those virtuous daughters of America, who cheerfully gave up ease and affluence in a city for liberty and peace of mind in a cottage. But the Empire of Beauty was not to be overthrown by political changes. The bells, who had graced the Fed, found the reproach cast on them by indignant patriots speedily forgotten. When the Americans, on their return to the capital, gave a ball to their own and the French officers, and it was debated whether the ladies of the

Miskianza should be honored with invitations, the question was soon decided by the reflection that it would be impossible to make up an agreeable company without them. End of chapters 12 and 13. Chapters 14 and 15 of the Women of the American Revolution Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 14 Elizabeth Ferguson

The old building called the Carpenter Mansion, the site of which is now occupied by the arcade in Philadelphia, was the residence of Dr. Thomas Graham, the father of Mrs. Ferguson. He was a native of Scotland, distinguished as a physician in the city, and for some time was colonial collector of the port. He married Anne, the daughter of Sir William Keith, then governor of Pennsylvania. More than 30 years before the Revolution, when these premises were occupied by Governor Thomas, the fruit trees, garden and shrubbery often allured the townsfolk to extend their walks thither. The youth of that day were frequently indebted to the kindness of the governor's lady,

who invited them to help themselves from a long range of cherry trees, and when May Day came, the young girls were treated to bouquets and wreaths from the gardens. After the death of Dr. Graham in 1772, the property passed successively into different hands. In time of the war, the house was appropriated for the use of the sick American soldiers, who died there in hundreds of the camp fever. The sufferers were supplied with nourishment by the ladies of Philadelphia, and General Washington himself sent them a cask of Madera which he had received as a present from Robert Morris. The mansion was the scene, moreover, of a most touching spectacle on one occasion when a mother of a youth from the country came to seek

her son among the dead in the hospital. While mourning over him as lost to her forever, she discerned signs of life, and ere long he was restored to consciousness in her arms. Asterisk. See Watson's Annals of Philadelphia. Return to text. While occupied by Dr. Graham, the house was long rendered attractive and celebrated,

not only by his exuberant hospitality, but by the talents and accomplishments of his youngest daughter. She was the center of the literary coteries of that day, who were accustomed to meet at her father's residence. Even in early life, she discovered a mind richly endowed with intellectual gulf. gifts. These were cultivated with care by her excellent and accomplished mother. She was born in 1739. In her youth, she passed much time in study, for which and the cultivation of her

poetical talents opportunities were afforded in the pleasant retreat where her parents spent their summers. Graham Park in Montgomery Country 20 miles from Philadelphia. It is said that the translation of Telemachus into English verse, the manuscript volumes of which are in the Philadelphia Library, was undertaken by Elizabeth Graham as a relief and diversion of her mind from the suffering occasioned by disappointment in love. After this, the failure of her health induced her father to send her to Europe. Her mother, who had long been declining, wished her much to go, and, for a reason as singular as it is touching. Asterisk. See Hazard's Pennsylvania Register, Volume 3, page 394, for a memoir of Mrs. Ferguson, first published in the portfolio,

from which are derived these particulars of her personal history. Some of her letters appeared in the portfolio. Return to text. She believed the time of her death to be at hand, and felt that the presence of her beloved daughter prevented that exclusive fixing of her thoughts and affections upon heavenly things, which, in her last hours, she desired. This distrust of the heart is not an uncommon feeling.

Archbishop Lightfoot wished to die separated from his home and family. A mother, some years ago in her last moment, said to her daughter, who sat weeping at her bedside, "'Leave me, my child. I cannot die while you are in the room.' Something of the same feeling is shown in an extract from one of Mrs. Graham's letters written to be delivered after her death. "'My trust,' she says, is in my heavenly father's mercies, procured and promised by the all-sufficient merits of my blessed Savior, so that whatever time it may be before you see this, or whatever weakness I may be under on my deathbed,

be assured, this is my faith. This is my hope from my youth up until now. Mrs. Graham died as she expected during the absence of her daughter, but left two farewell letters to be delivered on her return. These contained advice respecting her future life in the relations of wife and mistress of a household, and the most ardent expressions of maternal affection.

Elizabeth remained a year in England, under the guardianship of the Reverend Dr. Richard Peters of Philadelphia, whose position enabled him to introduce her into the best society. She was sought for in literary circles, attracted the attention of distinguished persons by her mental accomplishments, and was particularly noticed by the British monarch. The celebrated Dr. Fothergill, whom she consulted as a physician, was during his life her friend and correspondent.

Her return to Philadelphia was welcomed by a numerous circle of friends who came to condole with her upon her mother's death. and to testify their affectionate remembrance of herself. The stores of information gained during her visit to Great Britain, where she had been all eye, all ear, and all grasp, were dispensed for the information and entertainment of those she loved. She now occupied the place of her mother in her father's family, managing the house and presiding in the entertainment of his visitors.

During several years of their winter residence in the city, Saturday evenings were appropriated for the reception of their friends and strangers, who visited Philadelphia with introductions to the family of Dr. Graham. The mansion was, in fact, the headquarters of literature and refinement, and the hospitality of its owner rendered it an agreeable resort. Miss Graham was the presiding genius. Her brilliant intellect, her extensive and varied knowledge, her vivid fancy and cultivated taste,

offered attractions which were enhanced by the charm of her graceful manners. It was at one of these evening assemblies that she first saw, Hugh Henry Ferguson, a young gentleman lately arrived in the country from Scotland. They were pleased with each other at the first interview, being congenial in literary tastes and a love of retirement. The marriage took place in a few months, notwithstanding that Ferguson was ten years younger than Miss Graham. Not long after this event her father died,

having bequeathed to his daughter the country seat in Montgomery County, on which she and her husband continued to reside. The happiness anticipated by Mrs. Ferguson in country seclusion and her books was of brief duration. The discontents were increasing between Great Britain and America which resulted in the war of independence. It was necessary for Mr. Ferguson to take part with one or the other, and he decided according to the prejudices natural to his birth by espousing the royal cause. From this time a separation took place between him and Mrs. Ferguson. her connection with certain political transactions exposed her for a time to much censure and mortification.

But there is no reason to doubt the sincerity of her declarations with regard to the motives that influenced her conduct. Many of her unobtrusive charities testify to her sympathy with her suffering countrymen. She not only visited the cottages in her neighborhood with supplies of clothing, provisions or medicines for the inmates, but while General Howe had possession of Philadelphia, she sent a quantity of linen into the city, spun with her own hands, and directed it to be made into shirts for the benefit of the American prisoners, taken at the Battle of Germantown. Another instance of her benevolence is characteristic. On hearing in one of her visits to the city that a merchant had become reduced, and having

been imprisoned for debt was suffering from want of the comforts of life, she sent him a bed and afterwards visited him in prison and put twenty dollars into his hands. She refused to inform him who was his benefactor. but it was discovered by his description of her person and dress. At this time, her annual income, it is said, was reduced to a very limited sum. Many other secret acts of charity performed at the expense of her personal and habitual comforts were remembered by her friends, and many instances of her sensibility and tender sympathy with all who suffered.

Her husband, being engaged in the British service, she was favored by the loyalists, while treated with respect at the same time by the other party as an American lady who, occupied a high social position asterisk the reader is referred to the life and correspondence of President Reed by his grandson William B. Reed volume one page 381 mrs. Ferguson's letters are there quoted with her narrative at length return to text it was natural that she should be in some measure influenced by attachment to the old order of things and a respect for the civil institutions she had been accustomed to venerate while her desire for the good of her countrymen

led to ardent wishes that the desolations and miseries she witnessed might cease. It is said she often wept over newspapers containing details of suffering. The sensibility that could not bear to look on the woes even of the brute creation must have been severely tried by the daily horrors of civil war. It is not surprising, therefore, that she should be eager to seize any opportunity that offered of being instrumental in ending them. Immediately after the British took possession of Philadelphia, Mrs. Ferguson was the bearer of a letter from the Reverend Mr. Duchet to General Washington,

which greatly displeased him, causing him to express to her his disapprobation of the intercourse she seemed to have held with the writer and his expectation that it should be discontinued. At a later period she came again to Philadelphia, under a pass granted her by the commander-in-chief, for the purpose of taking leave of her husband. She was at the house of her friend Charles Stedman, which chanced to be the place appointed for the residence of Governor Johnston, one of the commissioners sent under parliamentary authority to settle the differences between Great Britain and America. She was in company with him three times,

the conversation being general on the first two occasions. His declarations, she says, were so warm in favor of American interests that she looked upon him as really a friend to her country. He wished, since he could not himself be permitted to pass the lines, to find some person who would step forward and act a mediatorial part by suggesting something to stop the effusion of blood likely to ensue if the war were carried on. Mrs. Ferguson said repeatedly that she believed the sentiment of the people to be in favor of independence.

I am certain were her words in the last conversation on the subject, that nothing short of independence will be accepted. Yet it does not appear that her own views were averse to a reunion of the two countries. Governor Johnston then expressed a particular anxiety for the influence of General Reed and requested Mrs. Ferguson, if she should see him, to convey the idea that provided he could come formably to his conscience and view of things, exert his influence to settle the dispute, he might command ten thousand guineas and the best post in the government. In reply to Mrs. Ferguson's question, if Mr. Reed would not look upon such a mode of obtaining his

influence as a bribe, Johnston immediately disclaimed any such idea, said such a method of proceeding was common in all negotiations, and that one might honorably make it a man's interest to step forth in such a cause. She, on her part, expressed her conviction that if Mr. Reed thought it right to give up the point of independence, he would say so without fee or reward, and if he were of a different opinion, no pecuniary emolument would lead him to give a contrary vote. Mr. Johnston did not see the matter in this light. A day or two after this communication was suggested, Mrs. Ferguson sent by a confidential messenger a note to General Reed at headquarters, requesting an hour's conversation previous to her going to Lancaster on business, and desiring him to fix a place

where she could meet him without the necessity of passing through the camp. She stated that the business on which she wished to confer with him could not be committed to writing. The note was received on the 21st of June, after General Reed's arrival in the city. which had been evacuated three days before by the British. He sent word by the bear that he would wait upon Mrs. Ferguson the same evening. At this interview, the conversation treating of Governor Johnston's desire of settling matters upon an amicable footing and his favorable sentiments towards Mr. Reed. General Reed mentioned that he had received a letter from him at Valley Forge.

Mrs. Ferguson then repeated, in all its particulars, the conversation that had passed at the house of Mr. Stedman. Her repetition of the proposition of Governor Johnston brought from General Reed the prompt and noble reply, I am not worth purchasing, but such as I am, the King of Great Britain is not rich enough to do it. General Reed laid before Congress both the written and verbal communications of Governor Johnston, withholding, however, the name of the lady from motives of delicacy and reluctance to draw down a popular indignation upon her. An account of the transaction was also published in the papers of the day.

It was useless to attempt concealment of her name. Suspicion was at once directed to her, and her name was called for by a resolution of the Executive Council of Pennsylvania. Asterisk. The attempt, through the wife of a loyalist to bribe a member of Congress to aid in uniting the colonies to the mother country, proved of incalculable service in recalling the doubting and irresolute wigs to a sense of duty. The story and the noble reply were repeated from mouth to mouth,

and from the hour it was known, the Whigs had won, the Tories lost, the future empire. Sabine's American Loyalists Return to Text Congress issued a declaration condemning the daring and atrocious attempts made to corrupt their integrity, and declaring it incompatible with their honor to hold any manner of correspondence with the said George Johnston.

As may be imagined, disagreeable consequences ensued, which were severely felt by Mrs. Ferguson. As soon as she saw the article in the town's evening post which reached her at Graham Park, July 26, 1778, she addressed a letter of remonstrance to General Reed, bitterly complaining of having been exhibited in the newspapers as a mere emissary of the commissioners. I own I find it hard, she says, knowing the uncorruptness of my heart to be held out to the public as a tool to the commissioners. But the impression is now made and it is too late to recall it. how far at this critical juncture of time this affair may injure my property is uncertain that i assure you is but a secondary thought asteriske letter published in the remembrancer volume six returned to text

it appears evident that mrs ferguson did not act this part in any expectation of deriving advantage for herself her associations and connections being chiefly with the royalists it was natural that her opinion should be influenced by theirs. But her desire for the good of the country was undoubtedly disinterested. After the return of Governor Johnston to England, he ventured to deny the charge preferred in the resolution of Congress by a letter published in Rivington's Gazette, and in a speech in November in the House of Commons, boldly asserted the falsehood of the statement made by General Reed. His denial no sooner reached America than Mrs. Ferguson, anxious that justice should be done to all parties, published her narrative of the transaction confirmed by her oath. The excellence of the motives which had actuated her in consenting to act as

Johnston's confidential agent is sufficiently apparent in the spirit she now exhibited. Among the many mortifying insinuations that have been hinted on the subject, none has so sensibly affected me as an intimation that some thought I acted apart, in consequence of certain expectations of a post or some preferment for Mr. Johnston to be conferred on the person dearest to me on earth. On that head I shall say no more, but leave a to any person of common sense to determine, if I had any views of the kind whether I should in so full and solemn a manner,

call in question what Mr. Johnston has asserted in the House of Commons. A proceeding of this kind must totally exclude all avenues of favor from that quarter, were there ever any expected, which I solemnly declare never was the case. If this account should ever have the honor to be glanced over by the eye of Governor Johnston,

I know not in what medium he may view it. It is possible that the multiplicity of ideas which may be supposed to pass through the brain of a politician in the course of a few months may have jostled the whole transaction out of his memory. Should this be the case, insignificant and contemptible as I may appear to him, I believe there are two or three people in Britain who will venture to tell him, in all his plenitude of power, that they believe I would not set my hand to an untruth. Mrs. Ferguson's poetical talent has been mentioned. Her verses were said to possess vigor and measure but to lack melody, while her prose writings indicated both genius and knowledge. She was well-read in polemical divinity and a firm believer in the doctrines of Revelation.

She is said to have transcribed the whole Bible to impress its contents more deeply upon her mind, hence the facility with which she would select appropriate passages to illustrate or adorn the subjects of her writings or conversation. She had no children, but adopted the son and daughter of one of her sisters who on her deathbed committed them to her care. The nephew, an accomplished scholar and gentleman, was till his death a lieutenant in the British Army. The talents and attainments of Mrs. Ferguson, her virtues, elevated and invigorated by Christian faith, her independence and integrity of character, and her benevolent feeling for others,

endeared her name to a large circle of friends. yet her life appears to have been one darkened by sorrow. In her later years, the reduction of her income diminished her means of usefulness, but she would not permit any privations to which she found it necessary to submit to be a source of unhappiness. She died at the house of a friend near Graham Park on the 23rd of February, 1801, in the 62nd year of her age. Chapter 15 Mary Phillips In 1756, Colonel George Washington, then Commander-in-Chief of the Virginia forces,

had some difficulties concerning rank with an officer holding a Royal Commission. He found it necessary to communicate with General Shirley the Commander-in-Chief of His Majesty's armies in America, and, for this purpose, left his headquarters at Winchester and traveled to Boston on horseback attended by his aide-de-con. On his way, he stopped in some of the principal cities. The military fame he had gained, and the story of his remarkable escape at Braddock's defeat,

excited General Curiosity to see the brave young hero, and great attention was paid to him. While in New York, says his biographer, Mr. Sparks, he was entertained at the house of Mr. Beverly Robinson, between whom and himself an intimacy of friendships subsisted, which indeed continued without change till severed by their opposite fortunes twenty years afterwards in the revolution. It happened that Miss Mary Phillips,

a sister of Mrs. Robinson, and a young lady of rare accomplishments was an inmate in the family. The charms of this lady made a deep impression upon the heart of the Virginia Colonel. He went to Boston, returned, and was again welcome to the hospitality of Mrs. Robinson. He lingered there till duty called him away,

but he was careful to entrust his secret to a confidential friend whose letters kept him informed of every important event. In a few months, intelligence came that a rival was in the field and that the consequences could not be answered, for if he delayed to renew his visits to New York. Washington could not at this time leave his post, however deeply his feelings may have been

interested in securing the favor of the fair object of his admiration. The fact that his friend thought fit to communicate thus repeatedly with him upon the subject does not favor the supposition that his regard was merely a passing fancy, or that the bustle of camp life or the scenes of war had effaced her image from his heart. Mr. Sparks assures me that the letters referred to which were from a gentleman connected with the Robinson family, though playful in their tone, were evidently written under the belief

that an attachment existed on Washington's part and that his happiness was concerned. How far the demonstrations of this attachment had gone it is now impossible to ascertain, nor whether Miss Phillips had discouraged the Colonel's attention so decidedly as to preclude all hope. The probability is, however, that he despaired of success. He never saw her again

until after her marriage with Captain Roger Morris, the rival of whom he had been warned. Mary Phillips was the daughter of the Honorable Frederick Phillips, Speaker of the Assembly. He was Lord of the Old Manor of Phillipsboro and owned an immense landed estate on the Hudson. Mary was born at the Manor Hall on the 3rd of July 1730. No particulars relating to her early life

can be given by her relatives, but the tradition is that she was beautiful, fascinating, and accomplished. a lady now living in new york who knew her after she became mrs morris and had visited her at her residence near the city tells me that she was one of the most elegant women she had ever seen and that her manners uniting dignity with affability charmed every one who knew her the rumor of washington's former attachment was then current and universally believed her house was the resort of many visitors at all seasons she removed to new york after her marriage in seventeen fifty eight with roger morris who was a captain in the British Army in the French War in one of Braddock's aide-de-con. A part of the Phillips estate came by right of his wife into his possession

and was taken from him by confiscation in punishment for his loyalism. Mrs. Morris was included in the attainder that the whole interest might pass under the act. Asterisk. The authentic facts relating to Captain Morris and Colonel Robinson and to their wives have been preserved by Mr. Sabine

and his American loyalists. He visited the relatives of the family in New Brunswick. Returned to text. The rights of her children, however, as time showed, were not affected, and the reversionary interest was sold by them to John Jacob Astor. The descendants of Mrs. Robinson, the sister of Mary Morris, speak of her with warm praise, as one who possessed high qualities of mind and great excellence of character.

To one of these, a gentleman high in office in New Brunswick, the author of the Loyalists, once remarked in conversation, that there was some difference to his aunt between being the wife of the commander-in-chief the first president of the united states and the wife of an exile and an outlaw herself attainted of treason the tables were turned upon him by the reply that mrs morris had been remarkable for fascinating all who approached her and moulding everybody to her will and that had she married washington it could not be certain that she would not have kept him to his allegiance indeed washington would not have been a traitor with such a wife as aunt morris without dwelling on the possibilities of such a contingency one can hardly think without some degree of national shame that a lady whom we have every reason to believe had been the object of washington's love should be a tainted of treason for clinging to the fortunes of her husband Mrs. Morris died in England in 1825 at the advanced age of 96. The portrait of her is engraved from an original painting taken after her marriage, and now in the possession of her namesake and grand-niece, Mrs. Governor,

who resides at Highland Grange, Phillipsdown in the Highlands. It is stated in the history of Westchester County that Miss Mary Phillips was the original of the lovely character of Francis in Mr. Cooper's novel of The Spy. This is incorrect. susanna the sister of mary phillips was the wife of beverly robinson of new york there is some ground for the belief that she actually exercised over her husband's mind some portion of the influence said to have been possessed by her sister for it appears that he was at first disinclined to take any active part in the contest between the colonies and great britain he was so much opposed to the measures of the ministry that he would not use imported merchandise but was at length prevailed on by his friends to enter the royal service as before mentioned he and washington were intimate friends before they were separated by difference of political opinion the robinson house which had been confiscated with the lands was occupied by arnold as his headquarters and by washington at the time of arnold's treason when colonel robinson gave up the quiet enjoyment of country his wife took her share of the outlawry that awaited him. She, as well as her sister,

being included in the act of confiscation. After their removal to England, they lived in retirement. She died near Bath at the age of 94 in 1822. Her descendants in New Brunswick preserve, among other relics of the olden time, a silver tea urn of rich and massive workmanship, said to be the first of such articles used in America. End of chapters 14 and 15 Chapter 16 of the Women of the American Revolution Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Chapter 16 Sarah Reeve Gibbs The failure of the British Commissioners to conclude an amicable adjustment of differences between the two countries and the ill success of the effort to gain their ends by private intrigue and bribery, annihilated the hopes of those who had desired the acceptance by Congress of terms of accommodation.

War was now the only prospect, the reduction of the colonies to obedience by force of arms, or the establishment of national independence by protracted struggle. The movements and expeditions which succeeded the Battle of Monmouth, the incursion of the Indians and Tories under Colonel John Butler and Brant, for the destruction of the settlement in the lovely Valley of Wyoming, the terrible tragedy of July with the retaliatory expeditions against the Indians, and the repetition of the barbarities of Wyoming at Cherry Valley in November, were the prominent events that took place in the middle and northern sections of the country during the remainder of 1778. The scene of important action was now changed to the south.

In November, Count de Stang with the French fleet sailed for the West Indies to attack the British dependencies in that quarter. General Sir Henry, Henry Clinton, on his part, dispatched Colonel Campbell from New York on an expedition against Georgia, the feeblest of the southern provinces. His troops landed late in December near Savannah, which was then defended by the American General Robert Howe. His small force, being enfeebled by sickness, defeat was the consequence of an attack, and the remnant of the American army retreated into South Carolina. The British, having obtained possession of the capital of Georgia, the plan of reducing that state and South Carolina was vigorously prosecuted in 1779,

while the armies of Washington and Clinton were employed in the northern section of the Union. Soon after the fall of Savannah, General Prevaux, with troops from East Florida, took possession of the only remaining military post in Georgia, and, joining his forces to those of Colonel Campbell, assumed the chief command of the Royal Army at the South. The loyalists who came along the western frontier of Carolina to join his standard, committed great devastations and cruelties on their way. General Lincoln, who commanded the Continental Forces in the Southern Department, sent a detachment under General Ash across the savannah to repress the incursions of the enemy

and confine them to the low country near the sea coast. The surprise and defeat of this detachment by Prevaux completed the subjugation of Georgia. But in April, General Lincoln entered the field anew, and, leaving Moultry to watch Prevaux's movements, commenced his march up the left bank of the savannah and crossed into Georgia near Augusta with the intention of advancing on the capital. Prevo attacked Maltry and Pulaski, compelling them to retreat, and then hurried to place himself before Charleston. From this position, however, he was obliged to withdraw on Lincoln's approach. He proceeded to the island of St. John's separated from the mainland by an inlet called

Stono River, and, leaving a division at Stono Ferry retired with a part of his force towards Savannah. On the 20th of June, Lincoln attacked the division at Stono Ferry, but was repulsed. The British soon after established a post at Beaufort and the main body of the army retired to Savannah. For some months, the hot and sickly season prevented further action on either side. The siege of Savannah under Destang and Lincoln took place in early October 1779. The Americans were repulsed, the Gallant Pulaski receiving his death wound, and the enterprise was abandoned. The French fleet departed from the coast, and General Lincoln retreated into South Carolina. A cloud of despondency hung over the close of this year. The flattering hopes

inspired by the alliance with France had not been realized. The Continental Army reduced in numbers and wretchedly clothed, the treasury empty, the paper currency rapidly diminishing in value, distress was brought on all classes, and the prospects seemed more than ever dark and discouraging. On the other hand, Britain displayed new resources and made renewed exertions, notwithstanding the formidable combination against her. Sir Henry Clinton determined to make the South his most important field of operations for the future, and planned the campaign of 1780 on an extensive scale. He arrived in Georgia late in January, and early in the succeeding month left Savannah for the siege of Charleston, then defended by General Lincoln. The fleet of

Barberthnot was anchored in the harbor, and the British overran the country on the left side of the Cooper River. The surrender of Charleston on the 12th of May seemed to secure the recovery of the Southern section of the Union, and Clinton immediately set about re-establishing the Royal Government. The foregoing brief glance at the course of events during the two years succeeding the evacuation of Philadelphia is necessary to prepare the reader for the southern sketches that follow. A few hundred yards from a fine landing on Stona River upon John's Island, about two hours' sail from Charleston, stands a large, square, ancient-looking mansion strongly built of brick with a portico fronting the river. On the side towards the road, the wide piazza overlooks a lawn, and a venerable live oak with aspen,

sycamore, and other trees shaded from the sun. On either side of the house, about twenty yards distant, stands a smaller two-story building, connected with the main building by a neat open fence. In one of these the kitchen and out offices. The other was formerly the schoolhouse and tutor's dwelling. Beyond are the barns, the overseer's house, and the negro huts appertaining to a plantation. The garden in old times was very large and well cultivated,

being laid out in wide walks and extending from the mansion to the river. The river walk on the verge of a bluff eight or ten feet in height followed the bending of the water and was bordered with orange trees. Tall hedges of the evergreen wild orange tree divided the flower from the vegetable garden and screened from view the family burial ground. The beautifully laid out grounds and shaded walks give this place a most inviting aspect, rendering it such an abode as its name of peaceful retreat indicated. At the period of the revolution, this mansion was well known throughout the country

as the seat of hospitality and elegant taste. its owner, Robert Gibbs, was a man of cultivated mind and refined manners, one of those gentlemen of the old school, of whom South Carolina has justly made her boast. Early in life he became a martyr to the gout, by which painful disease his hands and feet were so contracted and crippled that he was deprived of their use. The only exercise he was able to take was in a chair on wheels, in which he was placed every day and by the assistance of a servant, moved about the house and through the garden. The circuit through these walks

and along the river formed his favorite amusement. Unable, by reason of his misfortune, to take an active part in the war, his feelings were nevertheless warmly enlisted on the Republican side, and his house was ever open for the reception and entertainment of the Friends of Liberty.

He had married Miss Sarah Reeve, she being at the time about 18 years of age. Notwithstanding her youth, she had given evidence that she possessed a mind of no common order. The young couple had a house in Charleston, but spent the greater part of their time at their country seat and plantation upon John's Island. Here Mrs. Gibbs devoted herself with earnestness to the various duties before her, for, in consequence of her husband's infirmities, the management

of an extensive estate, with the writing on business it required, devolved entirely upon her. In addition to a large family of her own, she had the care of the seven orphaned children of Mrs. Fenwick, the sister of Mr. Gibbs, who at her death had left them and their estate to his guardianship. Two other children, one her nephew, Robert Barnwell, were added to her charge. The multiplied cares involved in meeting all these responsibilities with the superintendence of household concerns required a rare degree of energy and activity. Yet the mistress of this well-ordered establishment had always a ready and cordial welcome for her friends, dispensing the hospitality of peaceful retreat, with a grace and cheerful politeness that rendered it a most

agreeable resort. It was doubtless the fame of the luxurious living at this delightful country seat, which attracted the attention of the British during the invasion of Preble, while the Royal Army kept possession of the seaboard. A battalion of British and Hessians determined to quarter themselves in so desirable a spot, arrived at the landing at the dead of night and marching up in silence surrounded the house. The day had not yet begun to dawn, when an aged and faithful servant tapped softly at the door of Mrs. Gibbs' apartment. The whisper.

mistress the red-coats are all around the house was the first intimation given of their danger tell no one caesar but keep all quiet she replied promptly and her preparations were instantly commenced to receive the intruders having dressed herself quickly she went upstairs waked several ladies who were guests in the house and requested them to rise and dress with all possible haste in the meantime the domestics were directed to prepare the children of whom with her own age and those under her care there were sixteen, the eldest being only fifteen years old. These were speedily dressed and seated in the spacious hall. Mrs. Gibbs then assisted her husband, as was always her custom, to rise and dress and had him placed in his rolling chair.

All these arrangements were made without the least confusion and so silently that the British had no idea anyone was yet awake within the house. The object of Mrs. Gibbs was to prevent violence on the enemy's part by showing them at once that the mansion was inhabited only by those who were unable to defend themselves. The impressive manner in which this was done

produced its effect. The invaders had no knowledge that the inmates were aware of their presence till daylight when they heard the heavy rolling of Mr. Gibbs' chair across the Great Hall towards the front door. Supposing the sound to be the rolling of a cannon, the soldiers advanced,

and stood prepared with pointed bayonets to rush in when the signal for assault should be given. but as the door was thrown open and the stately form of the invalid presented itself surrounded by women and children they drew back and startled into an involuntary expression of respect presented arms mr gibbs addressed them yielding of course to the necessity that could not be resisted the officers took immediate possession of the house leaving the premises to their men and extending no protection against pillage the soldiers roved at their pleasure about the plantation helping themselves to whatever they chose breaking into the wine-room drinking to intoxication and seizing upon and carrying off the negroes a large portion of the plate was saved by the provident care of a faithful servant who secretly buried it within the mansion the energy and self-possession of mrs gibbs still protected her family the appearance of terror or confusion might have tempted the invaders to incivility but it was impossible for them to treat otherwise than with deference a lady whose calm and quiet deportment commanded their respect maintaining her place as mistress of her household and presiding at her table she treated her uninvited guests with dignified courtesy that ensured civility while it prevented presumptuous familiarity

the boldest and rudest among them bowed involuntarily to an influence which fear or force could not have secured when the news reached charleston that the british had encamped on mr gibbs plantation the authorities in the city despatched two galleys to dislodge them these vessels ascended the river in the night and arriving opposite opened a heavy fire upon the invaders encampment the men had received strict injunctions not to fire upon the house for fear of injury to any of the family it could not however be known to mr gibbs that such a caution had been given and as soon as the americans began their fire dreading some accident he proposed to his wife that they should take the children and seek a place of greater safety their horses being in the enemy's hands they had no means of conveyance but mrs gibbs with energies roused to exertion by the danger and anxious only to secure shelter for her helpless charge set off to walk with the children to an adjoining plantation situated in the interior a drizzling rain was falling and the weather was extremely chilly the fire was incessant from the american guns and sent in order to avoid the house in a direction which was in range with the course of the fugitives The shot, falling around them, cut the bushes and struck the trees on every side. Exposed each moment to this imminent danger, they continued their flight with as much haste as possible, for about a mile till beyond the reach of the shot.

Having reached the houses occupied by the negro labourers on the plantation, they stopped for a few moments to rest. Mrs. Gibbs, wet, chilled and exhausted by fatigue and mental anxiety, felt her strength utterly fail, and was obliged to wrap herself in a blanket and lie down upon one of the beds. It was at this time, when the party first drew breath freely, with thankfulness that the fears of death were over, that on reviewing the trembling group, to ascertain if all had escaped uninjured, it was found that a little boy, John Fenwick, was missing. In the hurry and terror of their flight the child had been forgotten and left behind.

What was now to be done? The servants refused to risk their lives by returning for him, and in common humanity, Mr. Gibbs could not insist that anyone should undertake the desperate adventure. The roar of the distant guns was still heard, breaking at short intervals the deep silence of the night. The chilly rain was falling, and the darkness was profound. Yet the thought of abandoning the helpless boy to destruction was agony to the hearts of his relatives. In this extremity, the self-devotion of a young girl interposed to save him. Mary Anna, the eldest daughter of Mrs. Gibbs, then only 13 years of age, determined to venture back, in spite of the fearful peril, alone. The mother dared not oppose her noble resolution, which seemed indeed

an inspiration of heaven, and she was permitted to go. Hastening along the path, with all the speed of which she was capable, she reached the house, still in the undisturbed possession of the enemy, and entreated permission from the sentinel to enter, persisting in spite of refusal till by earnest importunity of supplication she gained her object. Searching anxiously through the house, she found the child in a room in a third story, and, lifting him joyfully in her arms, carried him down, and fled with him to the spot where her anxious parents were awaiting her return. The shot still flew thickly around her, frequently throwing up the earth in her way. But, protected by the providence that watches over

innocence, she joined the rest of the family in safety. Asterisk. Major Garden, who, after the war, married Mary Anne Gibbs, mentions this intrepid action. There are a few errors in his account. He calls the boy who was left a distant relation and says that the dwelling-house was fired on by the Americans. The accomplished lady who communicated the particulars to me heard them from her grandmother, Mrs. Gibbs. And the fact that the house was not fired upon is attested by a near relative now living. The house never bore any marks of shot, though balls and grape-shot have been often found on the plantation. again garden says the family were allowed to remain in some of the upper apartments and were at last ordered to quit the premises implying that they were treated with some severity as prisoners this could not have been the case as mrs gibbs constantly asserted that she presided at her own table and spoke of the respect and deference with which she was uniformly treated by the officers

her refusal to yield what she deemed a right ensured civility toward herself and household return to text the boy saved on this occasion by the intrepidity of the young girl was the late general fenwick distinguished for his services in the last war with great britain fenwick place still called headquarters was three miles from peaceful retreat the family bible from which the parentage of general fenwick might have been ascertained was lost during the revolution and only restored to the family in the summer of eighteen forty seven some time after these occurrences when the family were again inmates of their own home a battle was fought in a neighboring field. When the conflict was over, Mrs. Gibbs sent her servants to search among the slain left upon the battleground for Robert Barnwell, her nephew, who had not returned. They discovered him by part of his dress which one of the blacks remembered having seen his mother making. His face was so covered with wounds, dust, and blood that he could not be recognized. Yet life was not extinct, and under the unremitting care of his aunt and her young

daughter he recovered. His son, Robert W. Barnwell, was for some years president of the South Carolina College. Scenes like these were often witnessed by the subject of this sketch, and on more than a few occasions did she suffer acute anxiety on account of the danger of those dear to her. She was accustomed to point out the spot where her eldest son, when only 16 years old, had been placed as a sentinel, while British vessels were in the river and their fire was poured on him. She would relate how, with a mother's agony of solicitude, she watched the balls as they struck the earth around him, while the youthful soldier maintained his dangerous post,

notwithstanding the entreaties of an old negro hid behind a tree that he would leave it. Through such trials, the severity of which we who enjoy the peace so purchase cannot fully estimate, she exhibited the same composure and readiness to meet every emergency with the same benevolent sympathy for others. During the struggle, while Carolina was invaded or in a state of defense, her house was at different times the quarters of friend and foe. The skirmishes were frequent, and many who went forth in the morning in health and vigor returned no more, nor did she know from day to day who were next to be her guests. Mrs. Gibbs had a cultivated taste, and amidst her many cares still found leisure for literary occupation. volumes of her writings remain, filled with well-selected extracts from the many books she read,

accompanied by her own comments, with essays on various subjects, copies of letters to her friends and poetry. Everything from her pen evinces delicacy as well as strength of mind, extensive information, and refinement of taste with a tenderest sensibility and a deep tone of piety. Most of her letters were written after the war and throw no additional light on the feeling or manners of that period. She was in the habit of putting aside locks of hair enclosed with appropriate poetical tributes as mementos of her departed friends,

and many of these touching memorials have been found among her papers. For 15 years she was deprived of sight, but lost nothing of her cheerfulness or the engaging grace of her manner, nor was her conversation less interesting or entertaining to her visitors. A stranger who shortly before her death

was at her house with a party of friends whom she delighted by her conversation, expressed great surprise on being informed she was blind. During the latter part of her life, she resided at Wilton, the country seat of Mrs. Barnard Elliott, where she died in 1825 at the age of 79. Her remains rest in the family burial ground upon John's Island.

A beautiful monumental inscription in St. Paul's Church, Charleston, records the virtues that adorned her character and the faith which sustained her under many, afflictions. End of Chapter 16. Chapter 17 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 17.

Eliza Wilkinson The letters of Eliza Wilkinson present a lively picture of the situation of many inhabitants of that portion of country, which was the scene of various skirmishes about the time of Lincoln's approach to relieve Charleston from Prevow. the retreat of that commander, and the engagement at Stono Ferry. The description given of occurrences is not only interesting as a graphic detail, but as exhibiting traits of female character worthy of all admiration, it is much to be regretted that her records do not embrace a longer period of time.

Her father was an immigrant from Wales and always had much pride in his Welsh name, Francis Young. He had three children, Eliza, and two sons, and owned what is called Young's Island. He was old and infirm and suffered much rough treatment at the hands of the British from whom he refused to take a protection. Both his sons died. One, the death of a soldier, and the old family name now lives in Charleston in the person of Francis Young Porcher, great-grandchild of the subject of this notice. Miss Wilkinson had been married only six months when her first husband died.

At the period of the war she was a young and beautiful widow with fascinating manners, quick at repartee, and full of cheerfulness and good humor. Her place of residence, Young's Island, lies 30 miles south of Charleston. The Cherokee rose which still flourishes there in great abundance, hedging the Long Avenue, and the sight of the creek and causeway that separate the island from the mainland, call up many recollections of her. She bore her part in revolutionary trials and privations, and was frequently a sufferer from British cruelty.

Mrs. Wilkinson was in Charleston. when news came that a large party of the enemy had landed near Beaufort. With a few friends, she went over to her father's plantation, but did not remain there long. For upon receiving information that a body of British horse were within five or six miles, the whole party, with the exception of her father and mother, crossed the river to Wadmala and went for refuge to the house of her sister. A large boatload of women and children hurrying for safety to Charleston stayed with them a day or two, and presented a sad spectacle of the miseries brought in the train of war.

One woman with seven children, the youngest but two weeks old, preferred venturing her own life and that of her tender infant, to captivity in the hands of a merciless foe. Mrs. Wilkinson remained at Wadmila for some time, and at length returned to her home on the island. The surrounding country was waiting in a distressed condition for the coming of General Lincoln, to whom the people looked for deliverance.

many painful days of suspense passed before tidings were received. All trifling discourse, she says, was laid aside, the ladies who gathered in knots talking only of political affairs. At last her brothers, with the Willtown troops, arrived from Charleston and brought the joyful news of the approach of Lincoln. The dreaded enemy had not yet invaded the retirement of Young's Island, although it was suspected that spies were lurking about, and boatloads of redcoats were frequently.

seen passing and repassing on the river. Mrs. Wilkinson retreated with her sister to an inland country seat. There they were called on by parties of the Americans whom they always received with friendly hospitality. The poorest soldier, says one letter, who would call at any time for a drink of water, I would take a pleasure in giving it to him myself, and many a dirty, ragged fellow have I attended with a bowl of water or milk and water. They really merit everything who will fight from principle alone.

for from what i could learn these poor creatures had nothing to protect and seldom got their pay yet with what alacrity will they encounter danger and hardships of every kind one night a detachment of sixty red-croats passed the gate with the intention of surprising lieutenant morton wilkinson at a neighbouring plantation a negro woman was their informer and guide but their attempt was unsuccessful on repassing the avenue early the next morning they made a halt at the head of it but a negro man did dissuaded them from entering by telling them the place belonged to a decrepit old gentleman who did not then live there. They took his word for it and passed on. On the second of June, two men belonging to the enemy rode up to the house and asked many questions, saying that Colonel MacGearth and his soldiers might be presently looked for, and that the inmates could expect no mercy. The family remained in a state of cruel suspense for many hours. The following morning, a party of the wigs called at the gate but did not alight.

One of them, in leaping a ditch, was hurt and taken into the house for assistance, and while they were dressing his wound, a negro girl gave the alarm that the king's people were coming. The two men mounted their horses and escaped. The women awaited the enemy's approach. Mrs. Wilkinson writes to a friend, I heard the horses of the inhuman Britons coming in such a furious manner that they seemed to tear up the earth, the riders at the same time. bellowing out the most horrid curses imaginable, oaths and imprecations which chilled my whole frame.

Surely thought I, such horrid language denotes nothing less than death, but I had no time for thought. They were up to the house, entered with drawn swords and pistols in their hands. Indeed, they rushed in in the most furious manner, crying out, Where are these women rebels? That was the first salutation. The moment they espied us, off went our caps. I always heard say none but women pulled caps. And for what, think you? Why? Only to get a paltry stone and wax

pin which kept them on our heads, at the same time uttering the most abusive language imaginable, and making as if they will hue us to pieces with their swords. But it is not in my power to describe the scene. It was terrible to the last degree. And what augmented it, they had several armed negroes with them who threatened and abused us greatly. They began to plunder the house of everything they thought valuable or worth taking. Our trunks were split to pieces, and each mean, pitiful wretch crammed his bosom with the contents, which were our apparel, etc. asterisk.

Letters of Eliza Wilkinson, arranged by Mrs. Gilman. Returned a text. I ventured to speak to the inhuman monster who had my clothes. I represented to him the times were such we could not replace what they had taken from us, and begged him to spare me only a suit or two. but I got nothing but a hearty curse for my pains. Nay, so far was his callous heart from relenting that casting his eyes towards my shoes,

I want them buckles, said he, and immediately knelt at my feet to take them out. While he was busy doing this, a brother villain whose enormous mouth extended from ear to ear bawled out, shares there I say, shares. So they divided my buckles between them. The other wretches were employed in the same manner,

manner. They took my sister's earrings from her ears, her and Miss Samuel's buckles. They demanded her ring from her finger. She pleaded for it, told them it was her wedding ring, and begged they would let her keep it. But they still demanded it, and presenting a pistol at her swore if she did not deliver it immediately they would fire. She gave it to them, and after bundling up all their booty, they mounted their horses. But such despicable figures. Each wretch's bosom stuff so full, they appeared to be all afflicted with some dopsical disorder. Had a party of rebels, as they call us, appeared, we should have seen their circumference lesson.

They took care to tell us when they were going away that they had favoured us a great deal, that we might thank our stars it was no worse. I had forgot to tell you that upon their first entering the house, one of them gave my arm such a violent grasp that he left the print of his thumb and three fingers in black and blue, which was to be seen very plainly for several. days afterwards. I showed it to one of our officers who dined with us as a specimen of British cruelty. After they were gone, I began to be sensible of the danger I had been in, and the thoughts of the vile men seemed worse, if possible, than their presence. For they came so suddenly up to the

house that I had no time for thought. And while they stayed, I seemed in a maze, quite stupid. I cannot describe it. But when they were gone, and I had time to consider, I trembled so with terror that I could not support myself. I went into the room, threw myself on the bed, and gave way to a violent burst of grief which seemed to be some relief to my swollen heart. This outrage was followed by a visit from McGurth's men who treated the ladies with more civility, one of them promising to make a report at camp of the usage they had received. It was little consolation, however, to know that the robbers would probably be punished. The others, who professed so much feeling for the fair, were not

content without their share of plunder, though more polite in the manner of taking it. While the British soldiers were talking to us, some of the silent ones withdrew and presently laid siege to a beehive which they soon brought to terms. The others perceiving it cried out, and the ladies a plate of honey. This was immediately done with a vicious haste, no doubt thinking they were very generous in treating us with our own. There were a few horses feeding in the pasture. They had driven them up. ladies do either of you own these horses no they partly belonged to father and mr smiley well ladies as they are not your property we will take them they asked the distance to the other settlements and the females begged that forbearance might be shown to the aged father he was visited the same day by another body of troops who abused him and plundered the house one came to search mother's pockets too but she resolutely threw his hand aside if you must see what's in my pocket i'll show you myself and she took out a thread-case which had thread needles pins tape etc the mean wretch took it from her

after drinking all the wine rum etc they could find and inviting the negroes they had with them who were very insolent to do the same they went to their horses and would shake hands with father and mother before their departure fine amends to be sure after such unwelcome visitors it is not surprising that the unprotected women could not eat or sleep in peace. They lay in their clothes every night, alarmed by the least noise, while the days were spent in anxiety and melancholy. One morning, when Mrs. Wilkinson was coming out of her chamber, her eyes fixed on the window, for she was continually on the watch. She saw something glitter through a thin part of the wood bordering the road. It proved to be the weapons of a large body of soldiers.

As they came from the direction of the enemy's encampment, she concluded they were British troops, and everyone in the house took the alarm. Never was there such a scene of confusion. Sighs, complaints, ringing of hands, one running here and other there, spreading the dreadful tidings, and in a little time the Negroes in the field came running up to the house with a hundred stories. Table, teacups, all the breakfast apparatus were immediately huddled together and borne off, and we watched sharply to see which way the enemy, as we suppose them took. but oh horrible in a minute or two we saw our avenue crowded with horsemen in uniform said i that looks like our uniform blue and red but i immediately recollected to have heard that the hessian uniform was much like ours so out of the house we went into an outhouse

their excessive fright prevented the explanation attempted from being understood while the officer was endeavouring to reassure the terrified ladies a negro woman came up and tapping mrs wilkinson on the shoulder whispered, I don't like these men. One of them gave me this piece of silver for some milk, and I know our people don't have so much silver these times. Their dismay and terror were groundless, for the horsemen were a party of Americans under the command of Major Moore.

The one taken for a Hessian was a French officer. The mistake had been mutual. The distress shone at sight of them, having caused the officer in command to conclude himself and his men, welcome visitors to some Tory family. The discovery that they were friends changed fear into delight. They then laughed at me, said Mrs. Wilkinson,

heartily for my fright, saying that they really expected by the time I had done wringing my hands, I would have no skin left upon them, but now they knew the reason they no longer wondered. Word was presently brought that a number of the enemy were carrying provisions from a plantation about two miles distant. The wigs marched to the place and returned with seven prisoners. Two of these were of Maggurst's party who had treated the ladies so cruelly, yet notwithstanding the injuries received the kind heart of Mrs. Wilkinson

relented at the sight of them. She expressed pity for their distress, calling them friends because they were in the power of her countrymen, and interceded for them with the captors. Inquiring if they would like anything to drink, she supplied them with the water they craved, holding the glass to their lips as their hands were tied behind them. Several of the American officers who had gathered at the door and windows were smiling at the unusual scene. In the meanwhile, she writes, Miss Samuels was very busy about a wounded officer, one of McGurst, who had been brought to the house.

He had a ball through his arm. We could find no rag to dress his wounds, everything in the house being thrown into such confusion by the plunderers. But, see the native tenderness of an American. Miss Samuels took from her neck the only remaining handkerchief the Britons had left her, and with it bound up his arm. Their friends, having left them, Mr. Young sent for his daughter to his own plantation.

The ladies were obliged to walk three miles, the horses having been taken away, but umbrellas were sent for them, and they were attended by two of Mr. Young's negro men armed with clubs. While crossing a place called the Sands, the blacks captured and wounded a negro belonging to the loyalists who came out of the woods.

Mrs. Wilkinson interfered to save his life, and to ensure the safety of the poor creature who claimed her protection and who was dragged on rapidly by his captors, they fearing pursuit, was obliged to walk very fast, leaving the others behind till she was ready to faint from fatigue and the overpowering heat. They arrived safe at her fathers, whence they were driven air-long by another alarm. This time their flight was in darkness through bogs and woods, stumbling against the stumps or each other. In their new abode they had more security. parties of friends were out continually keeping the enemy quiet and sometimes in the night soldiers would ride up and bid the negroes tell the ladies they might sleep soundly for they were to maintain a patrol during the night at length the arrival of general lincoln was announced and he was joyfully welcomed by the inmates of the house that night two or three hundred men were quartered on the plantation some of the officers sleeping in the hall they refused to have beds made beds were not for soldiers the

floor or the earth served them as well as anywhere else. At daybreak they moved to camp. Another alarm occurred, and General Lincoln's defeat near Stone of Ferry caused the retreat of the family to Wiltown. Our writer's pen had thence to record only new aggressions and sufferings. The siege and capitulation of Charleston brought the evils under which the land had groaned to their height. The hardships endured by those within the beleaguered city, the gloomy resignation of hope,

the submission to inevitable misfortune have been described by abler chroniclers the general feeling is expressed in a letter from a soldier to his wife written twelve days before the event our affairs are daily declining and not a ray of hope remains to assure us of our success i expect to have the liberty of soon returning to you but the army must be made prisoners of war this will give a rude shock to the independence of america and a lincoln aide will be a common a term as a burgunade. A mortifying scene must be encountered. The thirteen stripes will be leveled in the dust. And I owe my life to the clemency of the conqueror. After the surrender, Mrs. Wilkinson visited the city, went on board the prison ship, and drank coffee with the prisoners awaiting an exchange.

She saw the departure of her friends who were driven into exile and indulged herself occasionally in provoking her enemies by sarcastic sallies. Once, she writes, I was asked by a British officer to play the guitar. I cannot play, I am very dull. How long do you intend to continue so, Mrs. Wilkinson? Until my countrymen return, sir. Return as what, madam, prisoners, or subjects? As conqueror, sir.

He affected a laugh. You will never see that, madam. I live in hope, sir, of seeing the thirteen stripes hoisted once more on the bastions of this garrison. Do not hope so, but come, give us a tune on the guitar. I can play nothing but rebel songs. Well, let us

have one of them. Not today. I cannot play. I will not play. Besides, I suppose I should be put into the provo for such a heinous crime. I have often wondered since I was not packed off, too, for I was very saucy

and never disguised my sentiments. One day, she continues, Kitty and I were going to take a walk on the bay to get something we wanted. Just as we had got our hats on, up ran one of the billets into the dining room where we were. Your servant, ladies. Your servant, sir? Going out, ladies?

Only to take a little walk. He immediately turned about and ran downstairs. I guessed for what. He offered me his hand or rather armed to lean upon. "'Excuse me, sir,' said I. "'I will support myself, if you please.' "'No, madam, the pavements are very uneven. You may get a fall. Do accept my arm.'

"'Pardon me, I cannot.' "'Come, you do not know what your condescension may do. I will turn rebel.' "'Will you?' said I, laughingly. "'Turn rebel first, and then offer your arm.' "'We stopped in another store where were several British officers. After asking for the articles I wanted, I saw a broad roll of ribbon which appeared to be of black and white stripes. Go, said I to the officer who was with us, and reckon the stripes of that ribbon.

See if they are thirteen. With an emphasis I spoke the word, and he went, too. Yes, they are thirteen upon my word, madam. Do hand it me. He did so. I took it, and found that it was a narrow black ribbon carefully wound round a broad white. I returned it to its place on the shelf. Madam, said the merchant,

you can buy the black and white too and tack them in stripes. By no means, sir, I would not have them slightly tacked, but firmly united. The above-mentioned officers sat on the counter kicking their heels. How they gaped at me when I said this. But the merchant laughed heartily. Like many others, Mrs. Wilkinson refused to join in the amusements of the city while in possession of the British, but gave her energies to the relief of her friends.

The women were the more active when military efforts were suspended. Many and ingenious were the contrivances they adopted to carry supplies from the British garrison which might be useful to the gallant defenders of their country. Sometimes cloth from a military coat fashioned into an appendage to female attire would be borne away, unsuspected by the vigilant guards whose business it was to prevent smuggling, and afterwards converted into regimental shape. Boots, a world too wide for the delicate wearer, were often transferred to the partisan who could not procure them for himself.

A horseman's helmet has been concealed under a well-arranged headdress, and epaulettes delivered from the folds of a matron's simple cap. Other articles in demand for military use, more easily conveyed, were regularly brought away by some stratagem or other. Feathers and cockades thus secured and presented by the fair ones as a trophy, had an inestimable value in the eyes of those who received them, and useful apparel was worn with the greater satisfaction that it had not been conveyed without some risk on the donor's part.

It was after the return of Mrs. Wilkinson to Young's Island that news was received of the glorious victory of Washington over Cornwallis. Her last letter, which is of any public interest, contains congratulations on this event. The old family mansion has been removed from the island. But the burial ground is still held sacred, and the memory of Eliza Wilkinson is cherished in the hearts of her kindred. End of Chapter 17. Chapters 18 and 19 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Allott.

This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 18. Martha Bratton The memory of Mrs. Martha Bratton, in the hands of an infuriated monster, with the instrument of death around her neck, she nobly refused to betray her husband. In the hour of victory she remembered mercy, and as a guardian angel, interposed in behalf of her inhuman enemies. Throughout the revolution, she encouraged the wigs to fight on to the last, to hope on to the end. Honor and gratitude to the woman and heroine who proved herself so faithful a wife, so firm a friend, to liberty. The above toast was drunk at a celebration of Huck's defeat

given at Brattonsville, York District, South Carolina, on the 12th of July 1839. The ground of the battle that had taken place 59 years before was within a few hundred yards of Dr. Bratton's residence, inherited from his father, one of the heroes of that day. He celebrated the anniversary of this triumph of the Whigs. The cool spring of the battlefield, it is said, furnished the only beverage used on the occasion.

The victory gained at this spot had the most important effect on the destinies of the state, It was the first check given to the British troops, the first time after the fall of Charleston that the hitherto victorious enemy had been met. It brought confidence to the drooping spirits of the patriots, and taught the invaders that free men are not conquered while the mind is free. The Whigs, inspired with new life and buoyant hopes,

began to throng together. The British were again attacked and defeated. A band of resolute and determined spirits took to the field and kept it till victory perched upon their best. and South Carolina became an independent state. The year, 1780, was a dark period for the Patriots of Carolina. Charleston surrendered on the 12th of May, and General Lincoln and the American Army became prisoners of war. This success was followed up by vigorous movements.

One expedition secured the important post of 96. Another scoured the country bordering on the savannah, and Lord Cornwallis passed the santi and took Georgetown. armed garrisons were posted throughout the state which lay at the mercy of the conqueror to overaw the inhabitants and secure a return to their allegiance for several weeks all military opposition ceased and it was the boast of sir henry clinton that here at least the american revolution was ended a proclamation was issued denouncing vengeance on all who should dare appear in arms save under the royal authority and offering pardon with a few exceptions to those who would acknowledge it and accept british protection the great body of the people believing resistance unavailing and hopeless took the offered protection while those who refused absolute submission were exiled or imprisoned but the fact is recorded that the inhabitants of york district never gave their paroles nor accepted protection as british subjects preferring resistance and exile to subjection and inglorious peace asterisk this fact is dwelt upon in the oration delivered on the occasion by colonel beattie dr joseph johnson of charles to whom i am indebted for some of the particulars in mrs broughton's history thinks it due to the circumstance that a large proportion of the settlers in that part of the state were of irish origin and derived the distrust of british faith from traditions of violated rights contrary to the stipulations of the treaty of limerick Return to text.

A few individuals who were accepted from the benefits of the proclamation, with others in whose breasts the love of liberty was unconquerable sought refuge in North Carolina. They were followed by the Whigs of York, Chester, and some other districts bordering on the state, who fled from the British troops as they marched into the upper country to compel the entire submission of the Concord Province. These Patriot Exiles soon organized themselves in companies and under their gallant leaders, Sumter, Bratton, Wynne, Moffat and others, began to collect on the frontier

and to harass the victorious enemy by sudden and desultory attacks. At the time when this noble daring was displayed, the state was unable to feed or clothe or arm the soldiers. They depended on their own exertions for everything necessary to carry on the warfare. They tabernacled in the woods and swamps with wolves and other beasts of the forests

and frequently wanted for both food and clothing. To crush this bold and determined spirit, British officers and troops were dispatched in marauding parties to every nook and corner of South Carolina, authorized to punish every wig with the utmost rigor, and to call upon the loyalists to aid in the work of carnage. A body of these marauders, assembled at Mobley's Meeting House in Fairfield District, were attacked and defeated in June by a party of Whigs under the command of Colonel Bratton, Major Winn, and Captain McClure. The report of this disaster being conveyed to Rocky Mountain,

in Chester District, Colonel Turnbull, the commander of a strong detachment of British troops at that point, determined on summary vengeance, and for that purpose sent Captain Huck, at the head of 400 cavalry and a considerable body of Tories all well mounted, with the following order. To Captain Huck. You are hereby ordered with the cavalry under your command to proceed to the frontier of the province, collecting all the royal militia with you on your march, and with said force to push the rebels as far as you may deem convenient. The order was found in Huck's pocket after death and is still preserved by one of his conquerors. His name is spelled as above in the manuscript.

Return to text. It was at this time that the heroism of the wife of Colonel Bratton was so nobly displayed. The evening preceding the battle, Huck arrived at Colonel Bratton's house. He entered rudely and demanded where her husband was. He is in Sumter's army, was the undaunted reply. The officer then, S.A. persuasion and proposed to Mrs. Bratton to induce her husband to come in and join the royalists, promising that he should have a commission in the royal service. It may well be

believed that arguments were used which must have had a show of reason at the time, when the people generally had given up all hopes and notions of independence. But Mrs. Bratton answered with heroic firmness that she would rather see him remain true to his duty to his country, even if he perished in Sumter's army. The son of Mrs. Bratton, Dr. John S. Bratton, who was then a child, remembers that Huck was caressing him on his knee while speaking to his mother. On receiving her answer, he pushed the boy off so suddenly that his face was bruised by the fall. At the same time, one of Huck's soldiers infuriated at her boldness and animated by the spirit of deadly animosity towards the wigs, which then raged in its greatest violence, seized a

reaping hook that hung near them in the piazza and brought it to her throat with intention to kill her. Still, she refused to give information that might endanger her husband's safety. There is no mention made of any interference on the part of Captain Huck to save her from the hands of his murderous ruffian. But the officer second in command interposed and compelled the soldier to release her. They took prisoners three old men, whom, with another they had captured during the day, they confined in a corn crib. Huck then ordered Mrs. Broughton to have supper prepared for him and his troopers. It may be conceived with what feelings she saw her house occupied by the enemies of her husband and her country, and found herself compelled to minister to their wants.

What wild and gloomy thoughts had possession of her soul is evident from the desperate idea that occurred to her of playing a Roman's part and mingling poison which she had in the house with the food they were to eat, thus delivering her neighbors from the impending danger. But her noble nature shrank from such an expedient even to punish the invaders of her home. She well knew, too, the brave spirit that animated her husband and his comrades. They might even now be dogging the footsteps of the enemy. They might be watching the opportunity for an attack. They might come to the house also.

She would not have them owe to a cowardly stratagem the victory they should win in the field of battle. Having prepared the repast, she retired with her children to an upper apartment. After they had supped, Huck and his officers went to another house about half a mile off, owned by James Williamson to pass the night. His troops lay encamped around it. A fenced road passed the door, and sentinels were posted along the road. The soldiers slept in fancied security, and the guard kept negligent watch.

They dreamed not of the scene that awaited them. They knew not that defeat and death were impending. Colonel Bratton, with the party chiefly composed of his neighbors, had that day left Mecklenburg County, North Carolina, under the conviction that the royalists would shortly send forces into the neighborhood of their homes to revenge the defeat of the Tories at Mowgli's Meeting House. with a force of only seventy-five men for about fifty had dropped off on the way colonel bratton and captain mcclure having received intelligence of the position and numbers of the enemy marched to within a short distance of their encampment the whigs arrived at night and after concealing their horses in a swamp bratton himself reconnoitred the encampment advancing within the line of sentinels the party of americans divided to enclose the enemy one half coming up the lane the other being sent round to take the opposite direction

Huck and his officers were still sleeping when the attack commenced and were aroused by the roar of the American guns. Huck made all speed to mount his horse and several times rallied his men, but his efforts were unavailing. The spirit and determined bravery of the Patriots carried all before them. The route was complete. As soon as Huck and another officer fell, his men threw down their arms and fled.

Asterisk. It is said that Huck was shot by John Kemp. Carol, who, as well as his brother Thomas, was a brave and daring soldier, his valor being always of the most impetuous kind. A brief but characteristic description of him has been given by another revolutionary hero. He was a wig from the first, he was a wig to the last. He didn't believe in the Tories, and he made the Tories believe in him. Returned a text. Some were killed or mortally wounded. Some perished in the woods. The rest escaped or were made prisoners. in the pursuit the conflict raged around bratton's house and mrs bratton and her children anxious to look out were in some danger from the shots she made her little son much against his will sit within the chimney

while he was there a ball struck against the opposite jam and was taken up by him as a trophy the battle lasted about an hour it was bloody though brief and it is stated that the waters of the spring which now gush forth so bright and transparent on that memorable spot were then crimson with the tide of human life. About daylight when the firing had ceased, Mrs. Bratton ventured out, anxious, and fearful of finding her nearest and dearest relatives among the dead and wounded lying around her dwelling. But none of her loved ones had fallen. Her house was opened alike to the wounded on both sides,

and she humanely attended the sufferers in person affording them indiscriminately, every relief and comfort in her power to bestow. Feeding and nursing them and supplying their wants with the kindest and most assiduous attention. Thus, her lofty spirit was displayed, no less by her humanity to the vanquished, than by her courage and resolution in the hour of danger.

After the death of Huck in battle, the officer next in command became the leader of the troops. He was among the prisoners who surrendered to the Whigs, and they were determined to put him to death. He entreated as a last favor to be conducted to the presence of Mrs. Bratton. She instantly recognized him as the officer who had interfered in her behalf

and saved her life. Gratitude, as well as the mercy natural to woman's heart, prompted her now to intercede for him. She pleaded with an eloquence which, considering the share she had borne in the common distress and danger could not be withstood. Her petition was granted. She procured his deliverance from the death that awaited him and kindly entertained him till he was exchanged. There is hardly a situation in romance or dramatic fiction which can surpass the interest and pathos of this simple incident. The evening before the battle, Huck and his troops had stopped on their way at the house of Mrs. Adair on South Fishing Creek, at the place where the road from Yorkville to Chester

Courthouse now crosses that stream. They helped themselves to everything edible on the premises, and one Captain Anderson laid a strict injunction on the old lady to bring her sons under the royal banner. After the battle had been fought, Mrs. Adair and her husband were sent for by their sons and Colonel Edward Lacey, whom they had brought up for the purpose of sending them into North Carolina for safety. When Mrs. Adair reached the battleground, she dismounted from her horse and passed round among her friends. Presently she came with her sons to a tent where several wounded men were lying, Anderson among them. She said to him, well, Captain, you ordered me last night to bring in my rebel sons. Here are two of them. And if the third had been within a day's

right, he would have been here also. The chagrined officer replied, Yes, madam, I have seen them. Mrs. Adair was the mother of the late Governor John Adair of Kentucky. Instances of the noble daring of the women of that day thus thrown into the circle of mishap, and compelled to witness so many horrors and share so many dangers, were doubtless of almost hourly occurrence. But of the individuals whose faithful memory retained the impression of those scenes, how few survive throughout the land. Inquiries made on this subject are continually met by expressions of regret that some relative who was within a few years descended to the grave, was not alive to describe events

of those trying times. If you could only have heard, blank, or blank, talk of revolutionary scenes, volumes might have been filled with the anecdotes they remembered, is the oft-repeated exclamation, which causes regret that the tribute due has been so long with from the memory of those heroines. The defeat of Huck had the immediate effect of bringing the wigs together, and in a few days a large accession of troops joined the army of Sumter. The attack on the British at Rocky Mount was shortly followed by a complete victory over them at hanging rock.

Another anecdote is related of Mrs. Bratton. Before the fall of Charleston, when effectual resistance throughout the state was in a great measure rendered impossible by the want of ammunition, Governor Rutledge had said, a supply to all the regiments to enable them to harass the invading army. Many of these supplies was secured by the patriots in the back country, by secreting them in hollow trees and the like hiding places. Others fell into the hands of the enemy or were destroyed. The portion given to Colonel Bratton was in his occasional absence from home, confided to the care of his wife. Some loyalists who heard of this informed the British officer in

command of the nearest station, and a detachment was immediately sent forward to secure the valuable prize. Mrs. Bratton was informed of their near approach and was aware that there could be no chance of saving her charge. She resolved that the enemy should not have the benefit of it. She therefore immediately laid a train of powder from the depot to the spot where she stood and, when the detachment came in sight, set fire to the train and blew it up. The explosion that greeted the ears of the foe informed them that the object of their expedition was frustrated. The officer in command, irritated to fury, demanded who had dare to perpetrate such an act,

and threatened instant and severe vengeance upon the culprit. The intrepid woman to whom he owed his disappointment answered for herself. It was I who did it, she replied. Let the consequence be what it will, I glory in having prevented the mischief contemplated by the cruel enemies of my country. Mrs. Bratton was a native of Rowan County, North Carolina, where she married William Bratton, a Pennsylvanian of Irish parentage, who resided.

in York district in the state of South Carolina. The grant of his land, which is still held by his descendants, was taken out under George III. In the troubled times that preceded the commencement of hostilities, the decision of character exhibited by Mr. and Mrs. Bratton and their exemplary deportment gave them great influence among their neighbors. Colonel Bratton continued in active service during the war and was prominent in the battles of Rocky Mount,

hanging rock, gilford, etc., and in most of the skirmishes, incident to the partisan warfare under General Sumter. During his lengthened absences from home, he was seldom able to see or communicate with his family. A soldier's perils add lustre to his deeds, but the heart of the deeply anxious wife must have throbbed painfully when she heard of them.

She, however, never complained, though herself a sufferer from the ravages of war, but she devoted herself to the care of her family, striving at the same time to aid and encourage her neighbors. on the return of peace her husband resumed the cultivation of his farm grateful for the preservation of their lives and property they continued industriously occupied in agricultural pursuits to a ripe old age enjoying to the full that which should accompany old age as honor love obedience troops of friends colonel bratton died at his residence two miles south of yorkville now the seat of mrs harriet bratton and his wife having survived him less than a year died at the same place in January 1816. They were buried by the side of each other. Chapter 19

Jane Thomas The state of popular feeling after the occupation of Charleston by the British and during the efforts made to establish an undisputed control over the state might be in some measure illustrated by the life of Mrs. Thomas, were there materials for a full narrative of incidents in which she and her neighbors bore an active or passive part. It is in wild and stirring times that such spirits are nurtured and arise in their strength. She was another of the patriotic females in whose breast glowed such ardent patriotism that no personal hazard could deter from service, wherever service could be rendered.

She was a native of Chester County, Pennsylvania, and the sister of the Reverend John Black of Carlisle, the first president of Dickinson College. She was married about 1740 to John Thomas, supposed to be a native of Wales, who had been brought up in the same county. Some ten or fifteen years after his marriage, Mr. Thomas removed to South Carolina. His residence for some time was upon Fishing Creek in Chester District. About the year 1762, he removed to what is now called Spartanburg District and settled upon Fair Forest Creek.

A few miles above the spot where the line dividing that district from Union crosses the stream. Mrs. Thomas was much beloved and respected in that neighborhood. She was one of the first members of the Presbyterian congregation. organized about that time, and known as Fair Forest Church, of which she continued as zealous and efficient member as long as she resided within its bounds. For many years previous to the commencement of the Revolutionary War, Mr. Thomas was a magistrate and a captain of militia. Before hostilities began, he resigned both these commissions. When Colonel Fletcher refused to accept a commission under the authority of the province of South Carolina, an election was held, and John Thomas was

chosen colonel of the Spartan regiment. The proximity of this regiment to the frontier imposed a large share of active service on the soldiers belonging to it, and devolved great responsibilities upon its commander. Colonel Thomas led out his quota of men to repel the Indians in 1776, and shared the privations and dangers connected with the expedition under General Williamson into the heart of the Indian territory in the autumn of that year. When that campaign terminated, and the Indian sued for peace, the protection of a long line of the frontier was entrusted to him. With diligence, fidelity, and zeal did he perform this duty, and retained his command till after the fall of Charleston.

As soon as the news of the surrender of that city reached the borders of the state, measures were concerted by colonels Thomas, Brandon, and Liles, for the concentration of their forces with a view to protect the country. Their schemes were frustrated by the devices of Colonel Fletcher, who still remained in the neighborhood. Having discovered their intentions, he gave notice to some British troops recently marched into the vicinity, and to a body of Tory cavalry thirty miles distant. These were brought together, and surprised the force collected by Brandon at the point designated

before the others had time to arrive. Within a short time after this event, almost every wig between the Broad and Saluda Rivers was compelled to abandon the country or accept British protection. Numbers of them fled to North Carolina. Colonel Thomas then advanced in life, with some others in like defenseless circumstances, took protection. By this course, they hoped to secure permission to remain unmolested with their families, but in this supposition they were lamentably mistaken. It was not long before Colonel Thomas was arrested and sent to prison at 96.

Thence he was conveyed to Charleston where he remained endurance till near the close of the war. It was the policy of Cornwallis, whom served Henry Clinton on his departure to New York had left in command of the Royal Army to compel submission by the severest measures. The bloody slaughter under Tarleton at Wauxhall Creek was an earnest of what those who ventured

resistance might expect. This course was pursued with unscrupulous cruelty, and the unfortunate patriots were made to feel the vengeance of exasperated tyranny. He hoped thus eventually to crush and extinguish the spirit still struggling and flashing forth like hidden fire,

among the people whom the arm of power had for a season brought under subjection. But the oppressor, though he might over awe, could not subdue the spirit of a gallant and outraged people. The murmur of suffering throughout the land rose there long into a mighty cry for deliverance. The royal standard became an object of execration. And while brave leaders were at hand,

while the fearless and determined sumter could rob out him the hardy sons of the upper and middle country, while the patriotic Marion, ever fertile in resource, could harass the foe from his impenest, retreat in the recess of forests and swamps, while the resolute and daring pickens could bring his bold associates to join in the noble determination to burst the chains riveted on a prostrate land, and others of the same mold, familiar with difficulties, accustomed to toil and danger, and devoted to the cause of their suffering country, were ready for prompt and energetic action.

Hope could be entertained that all was not yet lost. The outrages committed by the profligate and abandoned, whose loyalty was the cover for deeds of rapine and blood, served but to bind in closer union the patriots who watched their opportunity for annoying the enemy and opening away for successful resistance. One of the congenial cooperators in these plans of the British commander was Colonel Ferguson. He encouraged the loyalists to take arms, and led them to desolate the homes of their neighbors. About the last of June, he came into that part of the country where the family of Colonel Thomas lived, and caused great distress. by the pillage and devastation of the bands of Tories who hung around his camp.

The Whigs were robbed of their Negroes, horses, cattle, clothing, bedding, and every article of property of sufficient value to take away. These depredations were frequent, the expeditions for plunder being sometimes weakly, and were continued as long as the Tories could venture to show their faces. In this state of things, while whole families suffered, female courage and fortitude were called into active exercise. And Mrs. Thomas showed herself a bright example of boldness, spirit, and determination.

While her husband was a prisoner at 96, she paid a visit to him and her two sons, who were his companions in rigorous captivity. By chance, she overheard a conversation between some Tory women, the purport of which deeply interested her. One said to the others, Tomorrow night the loyalists intend to surprise the rebels

at Cedar Spring. The heart of Mrs. Thomas was thrilled with alarm at this intelligence. The Cedar Spring was within a few miles of her house. The wigs were posted there, and among them were some of her own children. Her resolution was taken at once, for there was no time to be lost. She determined to apprise them of the enemy's intention before the blow could be struck. Bidding a hasty adieu to her husband and sons, she was upon the road as quickly as possible,

rode the intervening distance of nearly sixty miles the next day, and arrived in time. to bring information to her sons and friends of the impending danger. The moment they knew what was to be expected, a brief consultation was held, and measures were immediately taken for defense. The soldiers withdrew a short distance from their campfires, which were prepared to burn as brightly as possible. The men selected suitable positions in the surrounding woods. Their preparations were just completed

when they heard in the distance amid the silence of night, the cautious advance of the foe. The scene was one which imagination far better than the pen of the chronicler can depict. Slowly and warily, and with tread as noiseless as possible, the enemy advanced, till they were already within the glare of the blazing fires and safely, as it seemed, on the verge of their anticipated work of destruction. No sound betrayed alarm. They supposed the intended victims wrapped in heavy slumbers.

They heard but the crackling of the flames and the hoarse murmur of the wind as it swept through the pine trees. The assailants gave the signal for the onset and rushed towards the fires, eager for indiscriminate slaughter. Suddenly, the flashes and shrill reports of rifles revealed the hidden champions of liberty. The enemy to their consternation found themselves assailed in the rear by the party they had expected to strike unawares. Thrown into confusion by this unexpected reception, defeat, overwhelming defeat, was the consequence to the loyalists. They were about 150 strong, while the wigs numbered only about. sixty the victory thus easily achieved they owed to the spirit and courage of a woman such were the matrons of that day not merely upon this occasion was mrs. Thomas active in

conveying intelligence to her friends and in arousing the spirit of independence among its advocates she did as well as suffered much during the period of devastation and lawless rapin one instance of her firmness as well remembered early in the war Governor Rutledge sent a quantity of arms and ammunition to the House of Colonel Thomas to be in readiness for any emergency that might arise on the frontier. These munitions were under a guard of 25 men, and the House was prepared to resist assault. Colonel Thomas received information that a large party of Tories under the command of Colonel Moore of North Carolina was advancing to attack him.

He and his guard deemed it inexpedient to risk an encounter with a force so much superior to their own, and they therefore retired. carrying off as much ammunition as possible. Josiah Culbertson, a son-in-law of Colonel Thomas, who was with the little garrison, would not go with the others, but remained in the house. Besides him and a youth, the only inmates were women. The Tories advanced and took up their station,

but the treasure was not to be yielded to their demand. Their call for admittance was answered by an order to leave the premises, and their fire was received without much injury by the logs of the house. The fire was quickly returned from the upper story and proved much more effectual than that of the assailants. The old-fashioned batten door, strongly barricaded, resisted their efforts to demolish it. Meanwhile, Culbertson continued to fire,

the guns being loaded as fast as he discharged them by the ready hands of Mrs. Thomas and her daughters aided by her son William, and this spirited resistance soon convinced the enemy that further effort was useless. Believing that many men were conceit, in the house on apprehending a sally, their retreat was made as rapidly as their wounds would permit. After waiting a prudent time, and reconnoitering as well as she could from her position

above, Mrs. Thomas descended the stairs and opened the doors. When her husband made his appearance and knew how gallantly the plunderers had been repulsed, his joy was only equalled by admiration of his wife's heroism. The powder, thus preserved, constituted the principal supply for Sumpter's army in the battles at Rocky Mount and Hanging Rock. Mrs. Thomas was the mother of nine children, and her sons and sons-in-law were active in the American service. John, the eldest son, rose during the war from the rank of captain till he succeeded his father in the command of the Spartan regiment. This he commanded at the Battle of the Calpens and elsewhere. He was with Sumter in several of his most important engagements.

Robert, another son, was killed in Robux' defeat. Abram, who was wounded at 96 and taken prisoner, died in the enemy's hands. William, the youth who had assisted in defending his home on the occasion mentioned, took part in other actions. Thus Mrs. Thomas was liable to some share of the enmity exhibited by the royalists towards another matron against whom the charge. She has seven sons in the rebel army, was an excuse for depredations on her property. If she had but four sons, she had sons-in-law who were likewise brave and zealous in the

cause. Martha, one of the daughters, married Josiah Culbertson, who was the most effective scout in the country. He fought the Indians single-handed and in the army, was in nearly every important battle, and killed a number of celebrated Tories in casual encounter. He seems to have been a special favorite with Colonel Isaac Shelby, in whose regiment he served in the Battle of Musgrove's Mill, King's Mountain, and elsewhere. To this officer, his daring, spirit and deadly aim with the rifle, commended him, and he was employed by Shelby in the execution of some important trusts. He received a captain's commission towards the close of the war. Anne was the wife of Joseph McJunkin, who entered the service of his country as a private at the age of 20,

and rose to the rank of major before the close of 1780. He was in most of the battles before March 1781, and contributed much to the success of those fought at Hanging Rock, Musgroves Mill, Blackstocks Fort, and the Cowpen. This brave and faithful officer died in 1840. A sketch of his life by the Reverend James H. Say of South Carolina is in preparation and has in part been published. Jane, the third daughter, married Captain Joseph McCool, and Letitia was the wife of Major James Lusk. Both these men were brave and efficient patriots, but the scenes of their exploits and the success that attended them are now remembered but in tradition. of how many who deserve the tribute of their country's gratitude is history silent.

Every member of this family it will thus be seen had a personal interest in the cause of the country. Not only was Mrs. Thomas distinguished for her indomitable perseverance where principal and right were concerned, and for her ardent spirit of patriotism, but for eminent piety, discretion, and industry. Her daughters exhibited the same loveliness of character, with the uncommon beauty of person which they inherited from her. All accounts represent Mrs. Culbertson as a woman of great beauty, and her sister Anne is said to have been little inferior to her in personal appearance. Mrs. Thomas herself was rather below the ordinary stature, with black eyes and hair, rounded and pleasing features, fair complexion, and countenance sprightly and expressive.

Soon after the close of the war, Colonel Thomas removed into Greenville district where he and his wife resided till their death. But few of their descendants remain in the section of country where their parents lived, being scattered over the regions of the far west. To the gentleman already mentioned as the biographer of McJunkin, I am indebted for all these details ascertained from authentic papers in his possession. A few anecdotes of other women in the region where Mrs. Thomas lived during the war are of interest as showing the state of the times. Isabella Sims, the wife of Captain Charles Sims, resided on Tiger River six or seven miles below the scene of Brandon's defeat,

above-mentioned, on Fair Forest Creek. When she heard of that disaster, she went up and devoted herself for several days to nursing the wounded soldiers. Daniel McJunkin shared her maternal care and recovered to render substantial service afterwards. On another occasion, having heard the noise of battle during the afternoon and night, she went up early in the morning to Latens. A scout consisting of eight wigs

had been surrounded by a very large body of Tories. Some of the scouts made their escape by charging through the line. Four defended themselves in the house till after dark when they surrendered. Mrs. Sims, on her arrival, found that John Jolly, a wig officer who belonged to the vicinity,

had been shot in attempting to escape. She sent for his wife and made the necessary arrangements for his decent burial. Sarah, his widow, was left with five children, and for a time had great difficulty in procuring a subsistence. Her house was visited almost weekly by plundering parties and robbed of food and clothing.

At one time one of the robbers remained after the others had gone, and, to an order to depart, returned a refusal with abusive and profane language. The exasperated mother seized a stick with which she broke his arm and drove him from the premises. Not long after the death of Jolly, the famous Cunningham, a Tory colonel who acted a prominent part in the partisan warfare of Lawrence, Newberry and Edgefield districts, came with a squadron of cavalry to the house of Captain Sims who was gone for safety to North Carolina. Calling Mrs. Sims to the door, Cunningham ordered her to quit the place in three days, saying if he found the family there on his return, he would shut them in the house and burn it over them. Mrs. Sims fled with her family across the country to the house of a friendly old man, and remained there till her husband came and took them to York District and thence to Virginia.

The wife of Major Samuel Oterson, a distinguished patriot, who lived also on Tiger River, chanced to know the place where a barrel of powder was concealed in the woods close at hand. She received intelligence one night that a party of Tories would come for the treasure the next morning. Resolved that it should not fall into their hands, she prepared, a train immediately and blew up the powder. In the morning came the enemy, and on their demand for it, were told by Mrs. Alderson what she had done. They refused to believe her, but cut off her dress at the waist

and drove her before them to show the place of deposit. The evidence of its fate was conclusive when they reached the spot. Other instances of female intrepidity are rife in popular memory. Miss Nancy Jackson, who lived in the Irish settlement near Fair Forest Creek, kicked a tory down the steps as he was descending loaded with plunder. In a great rage ye threatened to send the Hessian troops there next day, which obliged her to take refuge with an acquaintance several miles distant. On one occasion, the house of Samuel McJunkin, a stout patriot but too old for the battlefield, was visited

by a party under the noted Colonel Patrick Moore. They stayed all night, and, when about to depart, stripped the house of bedclothes and wearing apparel. The last article taken was a bed-quilt, which one Bill Hainsworth placed upon his horse. Jane, Mr. McJunkin's daughter, seized it, and a struggle ensued. The soldiers amused themselves by exclaiming, Well done, woman, well done, Bill. For once, the colonel's feelings of gallantry predominated, and he swore if Jane could take the quilt from the man she should have it.

Presently in the contest, Bill's feet slipped from under him, and he lay panting on the ground. Jane placed one foot upon his breast, and rested the quilt from his coat from his coat. grasp. End of chapters 18 and 19. Chapter 20 and 21 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Libre Fox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 20. Dorkas Richardson Asterisk

For the details of this sketch, I am indebted to the kindness of Dr. Joseph Johnson of Charleston, who has collected and preserved many interesting anecdotes. of the war in South Carolina. Return to text. Fruitful in noble spirits were those wild and gloomy times, and women's high truth and heroic devotion poured a solemn radiance over the dreary and appalling scene of civil war. No pen has recorded the instances innumerable in which her virtues shown conspicuous. They are forgotten by those who enjoy the benefits thus secured, or but a vague recollection remains, or an example is here and there remembered in family tradition.

Even to these examples, what meager justice can be done by the few scattered and desultory anecdotes which must take the place of a complete history. Living in the midst of the storm and struggle and bearing more than her own share of the terrible trials which fell to woman's lot, Mrs. Richardson afforded an example of modest heroism and of humble, cheerful faith. Her residence was in Clarendon, Sumter District. She was the daughter of Captain John Nelson, a native of Ireland, who married Miss Breed. Johnson of South Carolina. The ferry over the Santee River, established and kept for several years by them, is still called Nelson's Ferry, and many of their descendants continue to live on

both sides of the river. It is said that Lord Cornwallis, on his march into the interior after the fall of Charleston, established his headquarters at this ferry at the house of the widow Nelson. She received from him an assurance that her property should be protected. When a large quantity of plate which she had buried for security was discovered and claimed as a prize by the captors, she reminded his lordship of his promise. But he refused to order the restoration of the plate, saying that the protection he had pledged extended only to things above ground. Dorcas was married at the age of 20 in 1761, and removed to her husband's plantation, situated about 20 miles further up the river, on the east side near the junction of the

Congaree and watery. In this home of peace, contentment and abundance, she enjoyed all the comforts of southern country life among the prosperous class, till the outburst of that storm, in which the fortunes and happiness of so many patriots were wrecked. At the commencement of the war, Richard Richardson was captain of a company of militia in the brigade of his father, General Richardson, and with him embraced the quarrel of the colonies in defense of their chartered rights. Both were zealous, firm, and influential officers. The captain was frequently called out with the captain. this company by orders of the new government, and his first expedition was against the loyalists

in the upper districts incited by the royal governor, Lord William Campbell. General Richardson commanded, and was aided by Colonel William Thompson, which his regiment of regulars called the Rangers. The enemy was dispersed, most of their leaders captured, and the arms and ammunition they had seized recovered. Captain Richardson was appointed with his mounted men to guard the prisoners to Charleston. This occurrence took place at the close of 1775, and the winter having set in earlier than usual with uncommon severity, the young soldiers suffering much from the cold, sleet, and snow, it was called the snow campaign. When the three regiments of regulars were raised and officered in 1775, Captain Richardson and his father were retained in the militia on account of their great popularity and influence, Edward, a younger brother, being appointed captain of the rangers under Colonel Thompson.

A second regiment of riflemen, however, was raised in March of the following year, and Richard Richardson was appointed captain under Colonel Thomas Sumter. From this time, during the six succeeding years, he was able to be very little at home with his family. At the surrender of Charleston he was taken prisoner with his father and brother. In violation of the terms of capitulation, Richard was sent to a military station on John's Island where he nearly fell a victim to the smallpox.

The British, having failed to observe the conditions on which he had surrendered, as soon as he recovered sufficiently to move about, he made his escape, and being disguised by the effects of the disease, returned to the neighbourhood of his home where he concealed himself in the Santee Swamp. This extensive swamp land borders the river for many miles, presenting to the view a vast plain of dense woods which seem absolutely impervious. The recesses of those dark thickets, where the trees grow close together,

and are interlaced by luxuriant growth of giant creepers, often afforded hiding places for the hunted Americans. At this time, the British troops had overrun the state, and Colonel Tarleton had made the house of Captain Richardson, with some others, a station for his regiment of cavalry. They lived luxuriously on the abundance of his richly stocked and well-cultivated plantation, while Mrs. Richardson and her children, it is said, were restricted to a single apartment and allowed but a scanty share of the provisions

furnished from her own stores. Here was an occasion for the exercise of self-denial that the wants of one deer to her might be supplied. Every day she sent food from her small allowance to her husband in the swamp, by an old and faithful negro in whose care and discretion she could implicitly trust. She had expected the seizure of her horses

in cattle by the British, and had sent Richardson's favorite riding horse into the swamp for concealment with a few cattle which she wished to save for future need. Everything that fell into the enemy's hands was consumed. The horse was shut up in a covered pen in the woods which had once been used for holding corn, and he thence received the name of corn crib.

He was subsequently killed in the Battle of Utah. Mrs. Richardson not only sent provisions to her husband in his place of shelter, but sometimes ventured to visit him, taking with her their little daughter. These stolen meetings were full of consolation to the fugitive soldier. The spot he had chosen for his retreat was a small knoll or elevation in the heart of the swamp

called John's Island, by a way of distinction from another in the neighborhood occupied by other wigs which bore the name of Beach Island. On this many of their initials may still be seen, carved on the bark of the trees. It was not long before the British had information of Richardson's escape. They naturally concluded that he was somewhere in the vicinity of his family and relatives. A diligent search was instituted. Scouts were sent in every direction, and they watched to surprise him or find some clue to his retreat. In secret and publicly rewards were offered for his apprehension, but without success. One day an officer, caressing the little girl, asked when she had seen her

papa. The mother grew pale but dared not speak, for a short time only had elapsed since the child had been taken on a visit to her father. The thoughtless Prattler answered promptly that she had seen him only a few days before. And where? asked the officer, eager to extract information from innocent lips that might betray the patriot. The child replied, without hesitation, on John's Island. The officer knew of no place so called except a large sea island from which Richardson had escaped. After a moment's reflection, he came to the conclusion that the child had been dreaming, relieved the mother's throbbing heart by saying, pshaw, that was a long time ago. It may well be

believed that the little tell-tale was not trusted with another visit to the spot. Not unfrequently did the officers in the most unfeeling manner boast in the presence of the wife of what they would do to her husband when they should capture him. Only once did she deign the reply, I do not doubt that men who can outrage the feelings of a woman by such threats are capable of perpetrating an act of treachery and inhumanity towards a brave but unfortunate enemy, but conquer or capture my husband if you can do so before you boast the cruelty you mean to mark your savage triumph and let me tell you meanwhile that some of you it is likely will be in a condition to implore his mercy before he will have need to supplicate ordain to accept yours this prediction was literally verified in more than one instance during the eventful remainder of the war tarleton himself was frequently present during these scenes apparently a pleased though generally a silent spectator

He would remark at times in the way of self-vindication that he commiserated the trials and wondered at the endurance of this heroic woman, but that his sanction of such proceedings was necessary to the success of His Majesty's cause. Weak cause, indeed, that was constrained to wring the cause of its maintenance from the bleeding hearts of wives and mothers. On one occasion, some of the officers displayed in the sight of Mrs. Richardson their swords reeking with blood, probably that of her cattle, and told her it was the blood of Captain Richardson whom they had killed.

At another time, they brought intelligence that he had been taken and hanged. In this state of cruel suspense she sometimes remained for several successive days, unable to learn the fate of her husband, and not knowing whether to believe or distressed the horrible tales brought to her ears. One day, when the troops were absent on some expedition, Captain Richardson ventured on a visit to his home. A happy hour was it to the anxious wife and faithful domestic. when they could greet him once more in his own mansion.

But, before he thought of returning to his refuge in the forest, a patrolling party of the enemy appeared unexpectedly at the gate. Mrs. Richardson's presence of mind and calm courage were in instant requisition and proved the salvation of the hunted patriot. Seeing the British soldiers about to come in, she pretended to be intently busy about something in the front door and stood in the way retarding their entrance. The least appearance of agitation or fear

the least change of color might have betrayed all by exciting suspicion. But with a self-control as rare as admirable, she hushed even the wild beating of her heart, and continued to stand in the way, till her husband had time to retire through the back door into the swamp near at hand. The brave captain was not idle in his seclusion, but, collecting around him the wigs of his acquaintance who remained firm in their devotion to their native land, he trained them daily in cavalry exercise. When Tarleton ravaged the plantation and burnt the dwelling of his deceased father, General Richardson,

he passed so nearer the ruins as to see the extent of the desolation. General Marion happened at that time to be in a very critical situation and unaware of the great superiority of the enemy's force close at hand. The gallant Richardson hastened to his aid, joined him, and conducted the retreat of his army, which was immediately commenced and successfully executed. The British were not long in discovering the war. that the captain had joined the forces of Marion, and their deportment to his wife was at once changed.

One and all professed a profound respect for her brave and worthy husband whose services they were desirous of securing. They endeavored to obtain her influence to prevail on him to join the Royal Army by promises of pardon, wealth, and honorable promotion. The high-spirited wife treated all such offers with the contempt they deserved

and refused to be made instrumental to their purposes. They then dispatched his wife, his brother Edward, who was a prisoner on parole upon the adjoining plantation, to be bearer of their offers. By him, Mrs. Richardson also sent a message to her husband. It was to assure him that she did not join in British solicitations, that she and her children were well, and provided with abundance of everything necessary for their comfort. Thus, with heroic art did she conceal the privations and watch she was suffering, lest her husband's solicitude for her and his family might tempt him to waver from strict obedience to the dictates of honor and patriotism.

Edward went as directed to the American camp, took his brother into Marion's presence, and there faithfully delivered both messages with which he had been charged. These specious offers from the enemy were, of course rejected, and the messenger, conceiving himself absolved from his parole by the treatment he had received, remained with Marion till the termination of hostilities in the state. Several times after this did Richard place his life in peril

to visit his amiable family. Hearing that Tarleton's troop had been ordered away from his plantation, he obtained permission to go thither for a short time. He arrived in safety, but had been seen on his way by a loyalist. A party of them was immediately assembled, and was soon to be seen drawn up in front of his house.

Corn Cribb, the faithful steed, was hitched outside the gate. His master hastily came forth, leaped on him and galloping up the avenue, where the enemy were posted, passed through the midst of them without receiving either a shot or a saber wound. Just as he passed their ranks, one of his well-known neighbors fired at him but missed the aim. All this took place in sight of his terrified family,

who often afterwards described his danger and providential escape. His wife could only account for this by conjecturing that the party had determined to take Richardson alive and thus claimed the reward offered for his apprehension, and that when in their midst they could not shoot him without the risk of kill some of their comrades. His daring gallantry entirely disconcerted them and saved his life. Sometime after this, he again asked the indulgence of a visit to his family, but General Marion, in granting it, mindful of the danger he had before encountered, insisted that he should be

accompanied by an escort. The party had scarcely reached the House of Richardson when as before, a large body of British and Tories was seen advancing rapidly down the avenue, eager to surprise their intended victims. To remount in all haste, their wearied steeds, and rushed down the bank at the rear of the house seeking concealment in the swamp, offered the only chance for escape. In this, they all succeeded,

except a young man named Roberts, with whom Mrs. Richardson was well acquainted, and who was taken prisoner. In vain did she intercede for him with the British officers, and with streaming eyes implore them to spare the life of the unfortunate youth. They hanged him on a walnut tree

only a few paces from her door, and compelled her to witness the revolting spectacle. When she complained with tears of anguish of this cruelty to herself and barbarity towards one who had offended by risking his life in defense of her husband, they jeeringly told her they, would soon have him also, and then she should see him kick like that fellow. To such atrocities could the passions of brutalized men lead them, even in an age and nation that boasted itself the most enlightened on earth.

When peace returned to shed blessings over the land, Mrs. Richardson continued to reside in the same house with her family. Tarleton and his troopers had wasted the plantation and destroyed everything movable about the dwelling, but the buildings had been spared because they were spacious and afforded a convenient station for the British, about midway between Camden and Fort Watson on Scotts Lake. Colonel Richardson, who had been promoted for his meritorious service in the field,

cheerfully resumed the occupations of a planter. His circumstances were much reduced by the chances of war, but a competence remained which he and his wife enjoyed in tranquility and happiness surrounded by affectionate relatives and friendly neighbors. Of their ten children, four died young, the rest married and reared families. Mrs. Richardson survived her husband many years and died at the advanced age of 93, in 1834. She was remarkable throughout life for the calm judgment, fortitude, and strength of mind, which had sustained her in the trials she suffered during the war

and protected her from injury or insult when surrounded by a lawless soldiery. To these elevated qualities, she united unostentatious piety and a disposition of uncommon serenity and cheerfulness. Her energy and consolations, through the vicissitudes of life, were derived from religion.

It was her hope and triumph in the hour of death. Chapter 21 Elizabeth, Grace, and Rachel Marce. The daring exploit of two women in 96 district furnishes an instance of courage as striking as any remembered among the traditions of South Carolina. During the sieges of Augusta and Cambridge, the patriotic enthusiasm that prevailed among the people prompted to numerous acts of personal risk and sacrifice. This spirit, encouraged by the successes of Sumter and others over the British arms, was earnestly fostered by General Green, whose directions marked at least the outline of every undertone. taking. In the efforts made to strike a blow at the invaders' power, the sons of the Martin family were among the most distinguished for active service rendered, and for injuries sustained

at the enemy's hands. The wives of the two eldest during their absence remained at home with their mother-in-law. One evening, intelligence came to them that a courier, conveying important dispatches to one of the upper stations, was to pass that night along the road guarded by two British officers. They determined to waylay the party and at the risk of their lives to obtain possession of the papers. For this purpose, the two young women disguise themselves in their husband's clothes and being well provided with arms, took their station at a point on the road which they knew the escort must pass. It was already late, and they had not waited long before the tramp of horses was heard in the distance. It may be imagined, with what anxious

expectation the heroines awaited the approach of the critical moment on which so much depended. the forest solitude around them, the silence of night and the darkness, must have added to the terrace conjured up by busy fancy. Presently the courier appeared with his attendant guards. As they came close to the spot, the disguised women leaped from their covert in the bushes, presented their pistols at the officers, and demanded the instant surrender of the party in their dispatches.

The men were completely taken by surprise, and in their alarm at the sudden attack yielded a prompt submission. the seeming soldiers put them on their parole and having taken possession of the papers hastened home by a shortcut through the woods no time was lost in sending the important documents by a trusty messenger to general green the adventure had a singular termination the paroled officers thus thwarted in their mission returned by the road they had taken and stopping at the house of mrs martin asked accommodation as weary travelers for the night the hostess inquired the reason of their returning so soon after they had passed. They replied by showing their paroles, saying they had been taken prisoners by two rebel lads. The ladies rallied them upon their want of intrepidity. Had you no arms, was asked. The officers answered that they had arms, but had been suddenly taken off their guard and were allowed no time to use their weapons. They departed the next morning, having no suspicion

that they owed their capture to the very women whose hospitality they had claimed. The mother of this patriotic family was a native of Caroline County, Virginia. Her name was Elizabeth Marshall, and she was probably of the same family with Chief Justice Marshall as she belonged to the same neighborhood. After her marriage to Abram Martin, she removed to his settlement bordering on the Indian Nation in 96, now Edgefield District, South Carolina. The country at that time was sparsely settled, most of its inhabitants being pioneers from other states, chiefly from Virginia, and their neighborhood to the Indians had caused the adoption of some of their savage habits.

The name Edgefield is said to have been given because it was at that period the edge or boundary of their respectable settlers and their cultivated fields. Civilization, however, increased with the population, and in the time of the revolution, 96 was among the foremost in sending into the field its quota of hearty and enterprising troops to oppose the British and their savage allies. At the commencement of the contest, Mrs. Martin had nine children, seven of whom were sons old enough to bear arms. These brave young men, under the tuition and example of their parents, had grown up in attachment to their country, and ardently devoted to its service,

were ready on every occasion to encounter the dangers of border warfare. When the first call for volunteers sounded through the land, the mother encouraged their patriotic zeal. "'Go, boys,' she said. "'Fight for your country. Fight till death if you must. But never let your country be dishonored. Were I a man, I would go with you? At another time, when Colonel Kruger commanded the British at Cambridge and Colonel Brown in Augusta, several British officers stopped at her house for refreshment, and one of them asked how many sons she had. She answered, eight, and to the question where they all were, replied promptly. Seven of them are engaged in the service of their country. Really, madam, observed the officer sneeringly. You have enough of them?

"'No, sir,' said the matron proudly. "'I wish I had fifty.' Her house in the absence of the sons was frequently exposed to the depredations of the Tories. On one occasion they cut open her feather beds and scattered the contents. When the young men returned shortly afterwards, their mother bad them pursue the marauders.

One of the continental soldiers, having been left at the house badly wounded, Mrs. Martin kindly attended and nursed him till his recovery. A party of loyalists who heard of his being there came with the intention of taking his life, which she found means to hide him from their search. The only daughter of Mrs. Martin, Letitia,

married Captain Edmund Wade of Virginia who fell with his commander, General Montgomery, at the siege of Quebec. At the time of the siege of Charleston by Sir Henry Clinton, the widow was residing with her mother at 96. Her son, Washington, Wade, was then five years old and remembers many occurrences connected with the war. asterisk.

Most of the particulars relating to this family were furnished by him to Dr. Johnson of Charleston who kindly communicated them to me with additional ones obtained from other branches of the family. Returned to text. The house was about 100 miles in a direct line west of Charleston. He recollects walking in the piazza

on a calm evening with his grandmother. A light breeze blew from the east and the sound of heavy cannon was distinctly heard in that direction. asterisk the statement has been repeatedly confirmed by others in the neighborhood returned text the sound of canon heard at that time and in that part of the state they knew must come from the besieged city as report after report reached their ears the agitation of mrs martin increased She knew not what evils might be announced. She knew not, but the sound might be the knell of her sons, three of whom were then in Charleston.

Their wives were with her, and partook of the same heart-chilling fears. They stood still for a few minutes, each wrapped in her own painful and silent reflections, till the mother at length, lifting her hands and eyes towards heaven, exclaimed fervently, Thank God, they are the children of the Republic.

Of these seven Patriot brothers, six were spared through all the dangers of partisan warfare in the region of the dark and bloody ground. The eldest, William M. Martin, was a captain of artillery, and after having served with distinction in the sieges of Savannah and Charleston, was killed at the siege of Augusta, just after he had obtained a favorable position for his cannon by elevating it on one of the towers constructed by General Pickens. It is related that not long after his death, a British officer passing to Fort ninety-six, then in possession of the English, rode out of his way to gratify his hatred to the wigs

by carrying the fatal news to the mother of this gallant young man. He called at the house and asked Mrs. Martin if she had not a son in the army at Augusta. She replied in the affirmative. Then I saw his brains blown out on the field of battle, said the monster who anticipated his triumph in the sight of a parent's agony. But the effect of the startling announcement

was other than he expected. Terrible as was the shock. and aggravated by the ruthless cruelty with which her bereavement was made known, no woman's weakness was suffered to appear. After listening to the dreadful recital, the only reply made by this American dame was, he could not have died in a nobler cause.

The evident chagrin of the officer as he turned and rode away is still remembered in the family tradition. This eldest son married Grace Warring of Dorchester when she was but fourteen years of age. She was the daughter, of Benjamin Waring, who afterwards became one of the earliest settlers of Columbia when established as the seat of government in the state. The principles of the revolution had been taught her

from childhood, and her efforts to promote its advancement were joined with those of her husband's family. She was one of the two who risked their lives to seize upon the dispatches as above-related. Her husband's untimely death left her with three young children, two sons, and a daughter, but she never married again. Her companion in that day, daring and successful enterprise was the wife of Barclay Martin and other son. She was Rachel Clay, the daughter of Henry Clay Jr., of Mecklenburg County, Virginia, and first cousin to Henry Clay of Kentucky. She is said to be still living in Bedford County, Tennessee, is about 86 years of age and never had any children.

Her sister married Matthew, another of the brothers, and were moved to Tennessee. Their family was large and of high respectability. One of the sons is the Honorable Barclay. One of Barkley Martin, late member of Congress from that state. His father lived to a great age and died in Tennessee in October 1847, about 76 years after his first battlefield. The descendants of the other brothers are numerous and respectable in the different southern states. A tribute is due to the fortitude of those who suffered when the war swept with violence over Georgia. After Colonel Campbell took possession of Savannah in 1778, the whole country was overrun with irregular Marron.

daughters, wilder and more ruthless than the Cossacks of the dawn. As many of the inhabitants as could retire from the storm did so, awaiting a happier time to renew the struggle. One of those who had sought refuge in Florida was Mr. Spalding, whose establishments were on the River St. John's. He had the whole Indian trade from the Altamaha to the Apalachicola. His property with his pursuits was destroyed by the war. Yet his heart was ever with his countrymen, and the home he had prepared for his wife was the refuge of every American prisoner in Florida. The first assembly that met in Savannah recalled him and restored his lands, but could not give back his business, nor secure the debts due,

while his British creditors, with their demands for accumulated interest, pressed upon the remnants of his fortune. Under these adverse circumstances and distressed on account of the losses of her father and brothers who had taken arms in the American cause, Mrs. Spalding performed her arduous duties with a true woman's fidelity and tenderness. She followed her husband with her child when flight became necessary, and twice during the war traversed the 200 miles between Savannah and St. John's River in an open boat with only black servants on board when the whole country was a desert without a house to shelter her and her infant

son. The first of these occasions was when she visited her father and brothers while prisoners in Savannah. The second, when in 1782, she went to congratulate her brothers and uncle on their victory. This lady was the daughter of Colonel William McEan. and the niece of General Lachlan Macintosh. Major Spalding of Georgia is her son. Mrs. Spalding's health was seriously impaired by the anxieties endured during the struggle, and many years afterwards it was deemed necessary for her to try the climate of Europe. In January, 1800, she with her son and his wife left Savannah in a British ship of 20 guns with 50 men,

built in all points to resemble a soup of war without the appearance of a cargo. When they had been out about 15 days, the captain sent one morning at daylight to request the presence of two of his gentlemen passengers on deck. A large ship, painted black and showing twelve guns on a side, was seen to windward, running across their course. She was obviously a French privateer. The captain announced that there was no hope about sailing her should their course be altered, nor would there be hope in a conflict as those ships usually carried 150 men. yet he judged that if no effort were made to shun the privateer, the appearance of his ship might deter from an attack.

The gentlemen were of the same opinion. Mr. Spalding, heart-sicketh thought of the perilous situation of his wife and mother and unwilling to trust himself with an interview till the crisis was over, requested the captain to go below and make what preparation he could for their security. After a few minutes' absence, the captain returned to describe the most touching scene. Mrs. Spalding had placed her daughter-in-law and the other inmates of the cabin for safety in the two staterooms filling the berths with cots

and bedding from the outer cabin. She had then taken her own station beside the scuttle, which led from the outer cabin to the magazine with two buckets of water. Having noticed that the two cabin boys were heedless, she had determined herself to keep watch over the magazine.

She did so till the danger was past. The captain took in his light sails, hoisted his boarding nettings, opened his ports, and stood on upon his course. The privateer waited till the ship was within a mile, then fired a gun to windward and stood on her way. This ruse preserved the ship. The incident may serve to show the spirit of this matron, who also bore her high part in the perils of the revolution. End of Chapters 20 and 21.

Chapter 22 and 23 of the Women of the American Revolution, Volume 1, by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. chapter twenty two dicey langston the portion of south carolina near the frontier watered by the pacolet the tiger and the ennory comprising spartanburg and union districts witnessed many deeds of violence and blood and many bold achievements of the hardy partisans it could also boast its full complement of women whose aid in various ways was of essential service to the patriots so prevalent was loyalism in the darkest of those days so bitter was the animosity felt towards the Whigs, and so eager the determination to root them from the soil that the very recklessness of hate gave frequent opportunities for the betrayal of the plans of their enemies. Often were the boastingsings of those who planned some midnight surprise, or some enterprise that promised rare pillage, uttered in the hearing of weak and despised women, unexpectedly turned into

wonder at the secret agency that had disconcerted them, or execrations upon their own folly. The tradition of the country teams with accounts of female enterprise in this kind of service, very few instances of which were recorded in the military journals. The Patriots were frequently indebted for important information to one young girl, 15 or 16 years old at the commencement of the war. This was Dicey, the daughter of Solomon Langston of Lawrence District. He was in principle a stout liberty man, but incapacitated by age and infirmities, from taking any active part in the contest.

his son was a devoted patriot and was ever found in the field where his services were most needed he had his home in the neighbourhood and could easily receive secret intelligence from his sister who was always on the alert living surrounded by loyalists some of whom were her own relatives miss langton found it easy to make herself acquainted with their movements and plans and failed not to avail herself of every opportunity to do so and immediately to communicate what she learned to the whigs on the other side of the annory river At length, suspicion of the act of age she rendered was excited among the Tory neighbors. Mr. Langston was informed that he would be held responsible thence forward with his property for the conduct of his daughter. The young girl was reproved severely and commanded to desist from her patriotic treachery. For a time she obeyed the parental injunction, but having heard by accident that a company of loyalists who on account of their ruthless cruelty had been commonly called the Bloody Scout, intent on their work of death, were about to visit the

elder settlement where her brother and some friends were living. She determined at all hazards to warn them of the intended expedition. She had none in whom to confide, but was obliged to leave her home alone by stealth, and at the dead hour of night. Many miles were to be traversed, and the road lay through woods and crossed marshes and creeks, where the conveniences of bridges and foot logs were wanting. She walked rapidly on, heedless of slight difficulties, but her heart almost failed her when she came to the banks of the tiger, a deep and rapid stream which there was no possibility of crossing

except by wading through the ford. This she knew to be deep at ordinary times, and it had doubtless been rendered more dangerous by the reins that had lately fallen. But the thought of personal danger weighed not with her in comparison to the duties she owed her friends and country. Her momentary hesitation was but the shrinking of nature from peril encountered in darkness and alone when the imagination conjures up a thousand appalling ideas, each more startling than the worst reality. Her strong heart battled against these and she resolved to accomplish her purpose or perish

in the attempt. She entered the water, but when in the middle of the ford became bewildered and knew not which direction to take. The hoarse rush of the waters which were up to her neck, the blackness of the night, the utter solitude around her, the uncertainty lest the next step should engulf her past help, confused her, and losing in a degree her self-possession, she wandered for some time in the channel without knowing with her to turn her steps. But the energy of a resolute will under the care of providence sustained her. Having, with difficulty reached the other side, she lost no time in hastening to her brother, informed him and his friends of the preparations made to surprise

and destroy them, and urged him to send his men instantly in different directions to arouse and warn the neighborhood. The soldiers had just returned from a fatiguing excursion and complained that they were faint from want of food. The noble girl, not satisfied with what she had done at such risk to herself, was ready to help them still further by providing refreshment immediately. Though wearied, wet, and shivering with cold she had once set about her preparations. A few boards were taken from the roof of the house, a fire was kindled with them, and in a few minutes a whole cake, partly baked, was broken into pieces, and thrust into the shot-pouches of the men. Thus provisioned, the little company hastened to give the alarm to their neighbors, and did so

in time for all to make their escape. The next day, when the scout visited the place, they found no living enemy on whom to wreak their vengeance. At a later period of the war, the father of Miss Langston incurred the displeasure of the Loyalists in consequence of the act of services of his sons and their country's cause. They were known to have imbibed their principles from him, and he was marked out as an object of summary vengeance. A party came to his house with a desperate design of putting to death all the men of the family.

The sons were absent, but the feeble old man, selected by their relentless hate as a victim, was in their power. He could not escape or resist, and he scorned to implore their mercy. one of the company drew a pistol and deliberately leveled it at the breast of Langston. Suddenly, a wild shriek was heard, and his young daughter sprang between her aged parent and the fatal weapon. The brutal soldier roughly ordered her to get out of the way or the contents of the pistol would be instantly lodged into her own heart. She heeded not the threat, which was but too likely to be fulfilled in the next moment. Clasping her arms tightly round the old man's neck, she declared that her own body should be,

should first receive the ball aimed at his heart. There are few human beings, even of the most depraved, entirely insensible to all noble and generous impulses. On this occasion the conduct of the daughter so fearless, so determined to shield her father's life by the sacrifice of her own, touched the heart even of a member of the bloody scout.

Langston was spared, and the party left the house, failed with admiration at the filial affection and devotion they had witnessed. At another time, the heroic maiden showed herself as ready to prevent wrong to an enemy as to her friends. Her father's house was visited by a company of Whigs, who stopped to get some refreshment and to feed their wearied horses.

In the course of conversation, one of them mentioned that they were going to visit a Tory neighbor for the purpose of seizing his horses. The man whose possessions were thus to be appropriated had been in general a peaceful citizen, and Mr. Langston determined to inform him of the danger in which his horses stood of having their ownership changed. Entering cordially into her father's design, Miss Langston set off immediately to carry the information. She gave it in the best faith, but just before she started on her return home, she discovered that the neighbor whom she had warned was not only taking precautions to save his property, but was about to send for the captain of a Tory band not far distant, so that the

Liberty Men might be captured when intent on their expedition before they should be aware of their danger. It was now the generous girl's duty to perform a like-friendly act toward the Whigs. She lost no time in conveying the intelligence and thus saved an enemy's property and the lives of her friends. Her disregard of personal danger, where service could be rendered, was remarkable. One day, returning from a Whig neighborhood in Spartanburg District, she was met by a company of loyalists, who ordered her to give them some intelligence they desired, respecting those she had just left. She refused, whereupon the captain of the band held a pistol to her breast and ordered her instantly to make the disclosures, or she should die in her tracks.

Miss Langston only replied, with the cool intrepidity of a veteran soldier, Shoot me if you dare, I will not tell you. At the same time opening a long handkerchief which covered her neck and bosom, as if offering a place to receive the contents of the weapon. Incensed by her defiance, the officer was about to fight. when another threw up his hand and saved the courageous girl's life. On one occasion, when her father's house was visited on a plundering expedition by the noted Tory Captain Gray with his rifleman, and they had collected and divided everything they thought could be of use, they were at some loss what to do with a large pewter basin.

At length, the captain determined on taking that also jeeringly remarking, "'It will do to run into bullets to kill the rebels.' "'Puteer bullets, sir,' answered Miss Langston. not kill a wig. Why not? inquired Captain Gray. It is said, sir, replied she, that a witch can be shot only with a silver bullet, and I am sure the wigs are more under the protection of Providence.

At another time, when a company of the enemy came to the house, they found the door secured. To their demand for admission, and threats of breaking down the door, Miss Langston answered by sternly bidding them begone. Her resolute language induced the company to hold a parley, and the result was that they departed without further attempt to obtain an entrance. One more anecdote is given to illustrate her spirit and fearlessness.

Her brother James had left a rifle in her care, which she was to keep hid till he sent for it. He did so by a company of Liberty Men who were to return to his father's dwelling. On arriving at the house, one of them asked the young girl for the gun. She went immediately and brought it, but as she came toward the soldiers, the thought struck her that she had neglected to ask for the countersign agreed upon between her brother and herself. Advancing more cautiously, she observed to them that their looks were suspicious, that for aught she knew they might be a set of Tories, and demanded the countersign. One of the company answered that it was too late to make conditions.

The gun was in their possession and its holder too. Do you think so? cried she, cocking it, and presenting the muzzle at the speaker. If the gun is in your possession, Jake charge of her. Her look and attitude of defiance showed her in earnest. The countersign was quickly given, and the men, laughing heartily, pronounced her worthy of being the sister of James Langston. After the war was ended, Miss Langston married Thomas Springfield of Greenville, South Carolina. She died in Greenville District a few years since.

Of her numerous descendants then living, 32 were sons and grandsons capable of bearing arms, and ready at any time to do so in the maintenance of that liberty. which was so dear to the youthful heart of their ancestor. Asterisk. The preceding anecdotes were furnished by the Honorable B. F. Perry of Greenville, South Carolina, who received them from one of Mrs. Springfield's family. Returned a text. The recollection of the courage and patriotism of Mrs. Dillard

is associated with the details of a battle of considerable importance, which took place in Spartanburg District at the Green Spring near Berwick's Ironworks. The Americans here gained good. great honor. Colonel Clark of the Georgia volunteers joined with captains McCall, Little, and Hammond, in all about 198 men, having received intelligence that a body of Tory militia, stated to be from two to five hundred, commanded by Colonel Ferguson, were recruiting for the horse service, determined to attempt to route them. Asterisk. Mills Statistics of South Carolina page 738. Return to text. They marched accordingly, and hearing

that a scouting party was in advance of Ferguson's station, prepared to give them battle. Colonel Clark, with his forces, encamped for the night at Green Spring. On that day, the Americans had stopped for refreshment at the House of Captain Dillard, who was with their party as a volunteer. They had been entertained by his wife with milk and potatoes, the simple fare which those hardy soldiers often found it difficult to obtain. The same evening, Ferguson and Dunlap, with a party of Tories, arrived at the house. they inquired of mrs dillard whether clark and his men had not been there what time they had departed and what were their numbers she answered that they had been at the house that she could not guess their numbers and that they had been gone a long time the officers then ordered her to prepare supper for them with all possible dispatch they took possession of the house and took some bacon to be given to their men mrs dillard set about the preparations for supper in going backwards and forwards

from the kitchen, she overheard much of their conversation. It will be remembered that the kitchens of the South are usually separate from the dwelling houses. The doors and windows of the houses in the country, being often slightly constructed, it is also likely that the loose partitions afforded facilities for hearing what might be said within. Besides, the officers probably apprehended no danger from disclosing their plans in the presence of a lonely woman. She ascertained that they had determined to surprise Clark and his party, and were to pursue him as soon as they had taken their meal. She also heard one of the officers tell Ferguson he had just received the information that the rebels, with Clark, were to encamp that night at the Great Spring.

It was at once resolved to surprise and attack them before day. The feelings may be imagined with which Mrs. Dillard heard this resolution announced. She hurried the supper, and as soon as it was placed upon the table and the officers had sat down, slipped out by a back way. late and dark as it was, her determination was to go herself and apprised Clark of his danger in the hope of being in time for him to make a safe retreat, for she believed that the enemy were too numerous to justify a battle. She went to the stable, bridled a young horse, and without saddle mounted and rode with all possible speed to the place described. It was about half an hour before day when she came in full gallop to one of the vedettes by whom she was immediately

conducted to Colonel Clark. She called to the colonel, breathless with eagerness and haste. Be in readiness to either fight or run. The enemy will be upon you immediately, and they are strong. In an instant every man was up, and no moments were lost in preparing for action. The intelligence came just in time to put the wigs in readiness. Ferguson had detached Dunlap with 200-picked mounted men to engage Clark and keep him employed till his arrival.

These rushed in full charge into the American camp, but the surprise. was on their part. They were met hand to hand with a firmness they had not anticipated. Their confusion was increased by the darkness, which rendered it hard to distinguish friend from foe. The battle was warm for fifteen or twenty minutes when the Tories gave way. They were pursued nearly a mile, but not overtaken. Ferguson came too late for the frolic, the business being ended. Clark and his little band then returned to North Carolina for rest and refreshment, for the whole of this enterprise was performed without one regular meal and without regular food for their horses.

Mrs. Angelica Knot, widow of the late Judge Nod of South Carolina, remembers some illustrative incidents which occurred in the section where she resided with her aunt, Mrs. Potter, near the Grindoll Shoal, a little south of Pekyllette River. The Whig population in this portion of the state were exposed during part of 1780 and 1781 to incredible hardships. The breezes of fortune which had fanned into life the expiring embers of opposition to English tyranny had been so variable that the wavering hopes of the people were often trembling on the verge of extinction. The reverses of the British arms had exasperated the loyalists, and embittered the enmity felt towards the stubborn people who refused to be conquered.

Such was the state of feeling when the destiny of the South was committed to the hands of a soldier of consummate genius in whom the trust of all was implicitly placed. when tarleton was on his march against morgan just before their encounter at the cow-pens a party of loyalists came to the place where mrs potter lived and committed some depredations they burned the straw covering from a rude hut in which the family lodged while a relative ill of the small-pox occupied the house mrs potter and her children had built this lodge of rails for their temporary accommodation the soldiers attempted to take off her wedding-ring which as it had been worn for years became imbedded under the skin in the effort to force it from her finger. They swore it should be cut off, but finally desisted from the attempt. On the same march, Tarleton encamped at the house of John Beckham, whose wife was the sister of Colonel Henderson of the Continental Army. Mrs. Beckham saw for the first time this renowned officer while standing in her yard and ordering his men to catch her poultry for supper. She spoke

civilly to him, and hastened to prepare supper for him and his suite, as if they had been honored guests. When about to leave in the most, morning, he ordered the house to be burnt, after being given up to pillage, but on her remonstrance recalled the order. All her bedding was taken except one quilt, which soon shared the same fate. At another time, Mrs. Begham went to Granby, 80 miles distant for a bushel of salt, which she brought home on the saddle under her. The Guinea appropriated for the purchase was concealed in the hair braided on the top of her head. Mrs. Potter was visited by the famous Tory Colonel Cunningham, commonly called Bloody Bill Cunningham, on one occasion with a party of 250 men.

They arrived after dark, and, as green corn happened to be in season, encamped by one of her fields, fed their horses with the corn, filled fires with the rails, and roasted the ears for themselves. At that time, the family lived chiefly on roasted corn without bread, meat, or salt. Hickory ashes were used with a small quantity of salt for preserving beef when it could be had. leather shoes were replaced by woollen rags sewed around the feet and of beds or bedding none were left the beds were generally ripped open by the depredators the feathers scattered and the ticking used for tent cloths the looms were robbed of cloth found in them and hence the women of the country resorted to various expedients to manufacture clothing and preserve it for their own use and that of their friends a family residing on the pacelet built a loom between four trees in the forest and wove in fair weather, covering the loom and web with cowhides when it rained. Chapter 23

Elizabeth Steele The long, arduous and eventful retreat of General Green through the Carolinas after the Battle of the Cow Pins, that retreat on whose issue hung the fate of the South, with the eager pursuit of Cornwallis, who well knew that the destruction of that army would secure his conquests, is a twice-told tale to every reader. The line of March lay through Salisbury, North Carolina, and while the British commander was crossing the Catabal, Green was approaching this village. With the American Army were conveyed the prisoners taken by Morgan in the late Bloody and Brilliant Action, the intention being to convey

them to Virginia. Several of these were sick and wounded, and among them were some British officers unable, from loss of strength, to proceed further on the route. General Green, aware of the objects of Cornwallis knew his design by a hurried march to the ford to cross the catabaw before opposition could be made, and had stationed a body of militia there to dispute the passage. Most anxiously did the general await their arrival before he pursued his route. The day gradually wore away and still no signs appeared of the militia, and it was not till after midnight that the news reached him of their defeat and dispersion by the British troops and the death of General Davidson who had commanded them.

his aides having been dispatched to different parts of the retreating army, he rode on with a heavy heart to Salisbury. It had been raining during the day in his soaked and soiled garments and appearance of exhaustion, as he wearily dismounted from his jaded horse at the door of the principal hotel, showed that he had suffered much from exposure to the storm, sleepless fatigue, and harassing anxiety of mind. Dr. Reed, who had charge of the sick and wounded prisoners, while he waited for the general's arrival was engaged in writing the paroles with which it was necessary to furnish such officers as could not go on. From his apartment overlooking the Main Street, he saw his friend, unaccompanied by his aides, ride up and delight, and hastened to receive him as he entered the

house. Seeing him without a companion, and startled by his dispirited looks, the doctor could not refrain from noticing them with anxious inquiries, to which the wearied soldier replied, Yes, fatigued, hungry, alone, and penniless. The melancholy reply was heard by one determined to prove, by the generous assistance preferred in a time of need, that no reverse could dim the pure flame of disinterested patriotism. General Green had hardly taken his seat at the well-spread table when Mrs. Steele, the landlady of the hotel,

entered the room and carefully closed the door behind her. Approaching her distinguished guest, She reminded him of the despondent words he had uttered in her hearing, implying as she thought, a distrust of the devotion of his friends through every calamity to the cause. Money, too, she declared he should have, and drew from under her apron two small bags full of specie, probably the earnings of years. Take these, said she, for you will want them, and I can do without them. Words of kindness and encouragement accompanied this offering of a benevolent heart

which General Green accepted with thankfulness. never says his biographer did relief come at a more propitious moment nor would it be straining conjecture to suppose that he resumed his journey with his spirits cheered and lightened by this touching proof of woman's devotion to the cause of her country asterisk green's life of nathaniel green see also foot's sketches of north carolina page three hundred fifty five return to text general green did not remain long in salisbury but before his departs from the house of Mrs. Steele, he left a memorial of his visit. He took from the wall of one of the apartments a portrait of George III, which had come from England as a present from a person at court to one of Mrs. Steele's connections attached to an embassy, wrote with chalk on the back, O George, hide thy face and mourn, and replaced it with a face to the wall. The picture, with the writing unafaced, is still in possession of a granddaughter of Mrs. Steele, a daughter

of Dr. McCorkel and may be seen in Charlotte. Elizabeth Steele was distinguished not only for attachment to the American cause during the war, but for the piety that shone brightly in her useful life. Among her papers was found after her death, a written dedication of herself to her creator, and a prayer for support in the practice of Christian duty, with a letter left as legacy to her children, enjoining it upon them to make religion the great work of life. She was a tender mother and beloved for her constant exercise of the virtues of kindness and charity. She was twice married and died in Salisbury in 1791. Her son, the Honorable John Steele, conspicuous in the councils of the state and nation,

was one whose public services offer materials for an interesting biography. A collection of his correspondence has lately been added to the treasures of the Historical Society of the University of North Carolina, and it is to be hoped that under its auspices, justice will be done to his memory at no distant period. Margaret, Mrs. Steele's daughter, was the wife of Reverend Samuel E. McCorkel. It was in the same pursuit of Green and Morgan by Cornwallis that the British destroyed the property of the widow Brevard in center congregation. She has seven sons in the rebel army, was the reason given by the officer

for permitting her house to be burned and her farm plundered. One of her sons, Captain Alexander Brevard, took part in nine battles, and the youngest was at 17 first lieutenant of a couple. company of horse. Ephraim, Brevard, and other son, having graduated at Princeton College, and, completed a course of medical studies, fixed his residence at Charlotte. Mr. Foote says, his talents, patriotism, and education, united with his prudence and practical sense, marked him as a leader in the councils that preceded the convention held in Queens Museum, and on the day of meeting, designated him as secretary and draftsman of that singular and unrivaled declaration,

which alone is a passport to the memory of posterity through all time. It will be borne in mind that it was in Charlotte, the county town of Mecklenburg County, that the bold idea of national independence was first proclaimed to the world. On the 19th of May, 1775, an immense concourse of people was assembled in this frontier settlement, all agitated with the excitement which had plunged the whole land into commotion. On that day came the first intelligence of the commencement of hostilities at Lexington. and when the convention and the people were addressed, the universal cry was,

Let us be independent. Let us declare our independence and defend it with our lives and fortunes. The resolutions drawn up by Dr. Brevard were discussed, and by their unanimous adoption the day following by the Convention and the Approving Multitude, the citizens of Mecklenburg County declared themselves a free and independent people. Due honor is awarded to him who took so active a part in that memorable transatlantic But where is the tribute that should be paid to the widowed mother who sowed the seeds which on that day yielded fruit, who implanted in her son's mind those sterling principles, the guidance of which rendered his life one of eminent usefulness? When the southern states became the arena of war, Dr. Brevard entered the army as surgeon, and was taken prisoner at the surrender of Charleston.

In that city he was seized with a fatal disease to which he fell a victim after being set at liberty, and permitted to place himself under the care of friends. The deplorable sufferings of the unfortunate prisoners in Charleston moved the sympathy of the inhabitants of Western Carolina, for news came that many were perishing in captivity of want and disease. The men could not go thither to visit their friends and relatives without ensuring their own destruction, but the women gathered clothing, medicines, and provisions,

and traveled long journeys encountering danger as well as hardship to minister in person to those who so sorely needed their own. succor. Much relief was brought to the sufferers by these visits of mercy, although the lives preserved were sometimes saved at the sacrifice of the noble benefactors. The mother of Andrew Jackson, returning to the Wauxhall after a journey to Charleston, to carry clothing and other necessaries to some friends on board the prison ship, was seized with the prison fever and died in a tent in the midst of the wide, sandy wilderness of pines. Her lonely grave by the roadside, where the spot known, would speak mournfully of women's self-immolating heroism.

Mrs. Jackson, with her children, had quitted their home on the Wauxhall where she had buried her husband, after the rout and slaughter of Beaufort's regiment by the forces of Tarleton, when the women and children fled from the ravages of the merciless enemy. They had found a place of refuge

in Sugar Creek congregation where they remained during part of the summer. Part of the foundations of the log meeting-house where the congregation met for worship may still be seen. Other widowed mothers were there in North Carolina who trained their sons to become zealous patriots and efficient statesmen. The names of Mrs. Flynn, Mrs. Sharp, Mrs. Graham, and Mrs. Hunter,

are worthy of remembrance. The great principles proclaimed at the Mecklenburg Convention were acted out in the noblest efforts of patriotism by their sons. Mr. Carruthers, the biographer of the Reverend David Caldwell, states that while all the act of men in his congregation, were engaged with the army at the Battle of Guilford Courthouse, there were two collections of females, one in Buffalo and the other in Alamance, engaged in earnest prayer for their families and their country,

and that many others sought the divine aid in solitary places. One pious woman sent her son frequently during the afternoon to the summit of a little hill, near which she spent much time in prayer, to listen and bring her word which way the firing came, from the southward or the northward. When he returned and said it was going, northward. Then, exclaimed she, all is lost. Green is defeated. But all was not lost. The God who hears prayer remembered his people. End of chapters 22 and 23. Chapter 24 of the Women of

the American Revolution, Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellet. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 24 Mary Slocum The first expedition into North Carolina projected by Lord Cornwallis was baffled by the fall of Colonel Ferguson at King's Mountain. The disaster at the cowpens

forbade perseverance in the second attempt and was followed by the memorable retreat of Green. The Battle of Guildford took place in March 1781 and towards the end of April, while Lord Rodden encountered Green at Hopper. Kirk's Hill, Cornwallis set out on his march from Wilmington, bent on his avowed purpose of achieving the conquest of Virginia. On his march towards Halifax, he encamped for several days on the river news in what is now called Wayne County, North Carolina. His headquarters were at Springbank,

while Colonel Tarleton, with his renowned Legion, encamped on the plantation of Lieutenant Slocum. This consisted of level and extensive fields, which at that season presented a most inviting view of fresh verdure from the mansion house. Lord Cornwallis himself gave it the name of Pleasant Green, which it ever afterwards retained. The owner of this fine estate held a subalterns commission in the state line under Colonel Washington, and was in command of a troop of Light Horse raised in his own neighborhood, whose general duty it was to act as rangers, scouring the country for many miles around, watching the movements of the enemy, and punishing the loyalists when detected in their

vocation of pillage and murder. These excursions, had been frequent for two or three years and were often of several weeks duration. At the present time, Slocum had returned to the vicinity and had been sent with twelve or fifteen recruits to act as scouts in the neighborhood of the British General. On the morning of the day on which Tarleton took possession of his plantation, he was near Springbank and reconnoitered the encampment of Cornwallis, which he supposed to be his whole force. He then, with his party, pursued his way slowly along the south bank of the news, in the direction of his own house, little dreaming that his beautiful and peaceful home,

where, some time before, he had left his wife and child, was then in the possession of the terrible tarlatan. During these frequent excursions of the rangers and the necessary absence of her husband, the superintendence of the plantation had always devolved upon Mrs. Slocum. She depended for protection upon her slaves, whose fidelity she had proved, and upon her own fearless and intrepid spirit. The scene of the occupation of her house and Tarleton's residence with her remained through life indelibly impressed on her memory and were described by her to one who enjoyed the honor of her intimate friendship. I am permitted to give his account copied almost verbatim from notes taken at the time the occurrences were related by Mrs. Slocum.

It was about ten o'clock on a beautiful spring morning that a splendidly dressed officer, accompanied by two aides, and followed at a short distance by a guard of some twenty troopers, dashed up to the people. piazza in front of the ancient-looking mansion. Mrs. Slocum was sitting there with her child and a near relative a young lady who afterwards became the wife of Major Williams. A few house servants were also on the piazza. The officer raised his cap, and bowing to his horse's neck, addressed a lady with the question, have I the pleasure of seeing the mistress of this house and plantation? It belongs to my husband. Is he at home? He is not? Is he a rebel? No, sir. He is in the army of his country and fighting against our invaders, therefore not a rebel.

It is not a little singular that although the people of that day gloried in their rebellion, they always took offence at being called rebels. I fear, madam, said the officer. We differ in opinion. A friend to his country will be the friend of the king, our master. Slaves only acknowledge a master in this country, replied the lady. A deep flush crossed the florid cheeks of Tarleton, for he was, was the speaker, and, turning to one of his aides, he ordered him to pitch the tents and

formed the encampment in the orchard and field on their right. To the other aid, his orders were to detach a quarter-guard and station pickets on each road. Then bowing very low, he added, Madam, the service of his majesty requires the temporary occupation of your property, and if it would not be too great an inconvenience, I will take up my quarters in your house. The tone admitted no controversy, Mrs. Slocum answered, My family consists of only myself, my sister and child, and a few Negroes. We are your prisoners. From the piazza where he seated himself, Tarleton commanded a view of the ground on which his troops were arranging their camp.

The mansion fronted the east and an avenue 150 feet wide, and about half a mile in length, stretched to the eastern side of the plantation, where was a highway, with open grounds beyond it, partly dry meadow and partly sandbarren. This avenue was lined on the south by a high fence and a thick hedgerow of forest trees. These are now removed and replaced by the pride of India and other ornamental trees. On the north side extended the common rail fence, seven or eight feet high, such as is usually seen on the plantations in the low country. The encampment of the British troops, being on that part of the plantation lying south of the avenue,

it was completely screened by the fences and hedgerow from the view of anyone approaching from down the country. While the men were busy, different officers came up at intervals making their reports and receiving orders. Among others, a Tory captain who Mrs. Socombe immediately recognized, for before joining the Royal Army, he had lived 15 or 20 miles below, received orders in her hearing to take his troop and scour the country for two or three miles round. In an hour everything was quiet, and the plantation presented the romantic spectacle of a regular encampment of some 10 or 1100 of the choicest cavalry of the British monarch. Mrs. Slocum now addressed herself to the duty of preparing for her uninvited guests.

The dinner set before the king's officers was, in her own words, to her friend, as good a dinner as you have now before you and of much the same materials. A description of what then constituted a good dinner in that region may not be inappropriate. The first dish was, of course, the boiled ham flanked with a plate of greens. Opposite was the turkey, supported by the laughing baked sweet potatoes, a plate of boiled beef, another of sausages, and a third with a pair of baked fowls formed a line across the center of the table. Half a dozen dishes of different pickles, stewed fruit, and other condiments filled up the interstices of the board. The dessert, too, was abundant and various.

Such a dinner, it may well be supposed, met the particular approbation of the royal officers, especially as the fashion of that day introduced stimulating drinks to the table, and the peach brandy prepared under Lieutenant Slocum's own supervision was of the most excellent sort. It received the unqualified praise of the party, and its merits were freely discussed. A Scotch officer, praising it by the name of whiskey, protested that he had never drunk as good out of Scotland. An officer speaking, with a slight brogue, insisted it was not whiskey, and that no Scotch drink ever equalled it. To my mind, said he, it tastes as yonder orchard smells.

"'Allow me, madam,' said Colonel Tarleton, "'to inquire where the spirits we are drinking is procured.' "'From the orchard where your tent stand,' answered Mrs. Slocum. "'Colonel,' said the Irish captain, "'when we conquer this country, is it not to be divided out among us?' "'The officers of this army,' replied the Colonel, "'will undoubtedly receive large possessions of the conquered American provinces.' "'Mrs. Slockem here interposed.

"'Allow me to observe and prophesy,' said she, "'The only land in these United States which will ever remain in possession of a British officer "'will measure but six feet by two.' "'Excuse me, madam,' remarked Tarleton. "'For your sake, I regret to say, "'this beautiful plantation will be the ducal seat of some of us.' "'Don't trouble yourself about me,' retorted the spirited lady. "'My husband is not a man who would allow a duke or even a king to have a quiet seat upon his ground.'

At this point the conversation was interrupted by rapid volleys of firearms, appearing to proceed from the wood a short distance to the eastward. One of the aides pronounced it some straggling scout running from the picket guard, but the experience of Colonel Tarleton could not be easily deceived. There are rifles and muskets, said he, as well as pistols, and too many to pass unnoticed. Order boots and saddles and you, Captain, take your troop in the direction of the firing. The officer rushed out to execute his orders, while the colonel walked into the piazza,

whither he was immediately followed by the anxious ladies. Mrs. Slocum's agitation and alarm may be imagined, for she guessed but too well the cause of the interruption. On the first arrival of the officers, she had been importuned, even with harsh threats, to tell where her husband, when absent on duty, was likely to be found, but after her repeated and peremptory refusals had escaped further molestation on the subject. She feared now that he had returned unexpectedly and might fall into the enemy's hands before he was aware of their presence. Her sole hope was in a precaution she had adopted soon after the coming of her unwelcome guests.

Having heard Tarleton give the order to the Tory captain, as before mentioned, to patrol the country, she immediately sent for an old negro and gave him directions to take a bag of corn to the mill about four miles distant on the road she knew her husband must travel if he returned that day. Big George was instructed to warn his master of the danger of approaching his home. With the indolence and curiosity natural to his race, however, the old fellow remained loitering about the premises, and was at this time lurking under the hedgerow,

admiring the red coats, dashing plumes, and shining helmets of the British troopers. The Colonel and the ladies continued on the lookout from the piazza. May I be allowed, madam? At length, said Tarleton, without offence to inquire if any part of Washington. "'I presume it is known to you,' replied Mrs. Slocum, "'that the Marquis and Green are in this date.' "'And you would not, of course,' she added, after a slight pause,

"'be surprised at a call from Lee or your old friend, Colonel Washington, who, although a perfect gentleman, it is said shook your hand, pointing to the scar left by Washington's saber, very rudely when you last met. "'Asterisk. "'As I cannot distrust the authority on which I have received. this anecdote, it proves that on more than one occasion the British colonel was made to feel the shaft of female wit, an allusion to the unfortunate battle of the calpens. It is said that in a close encounter between Washington and Tarleton during that action,

the latter was wounded by a saber cut on the hand. Colonel Washington, as is well known, figured in some of the skirmishes in North Carolina. Return to text. This spirited answer inspired Tarleton with apprehensions that the skirmish in the woods was only the prelude to a concerted attack on his camp. His only reply was a loud order to form the troops on the right, and, springing on his charger, he dashed down the avenue a few hundred feet, to a breach in the hedgerow, leaped the fence, and in a moment was at the head of his regiment which was already in line. Meanwhile, Lieutenant Slocum with John Howell, a private in his band,

Henry Williams, and the brother of Mrs. Slocum, Charles Hooks, a boy of about 13 years of age, was leading a hot pursuit of the Tory captain who had been sent to reconnoiter the country and some of his routed troop. These were first discerned in the open grounds, east and northeast of the plantation, closely pursued by a body of American mounted militia,

while a running fight was kept up with different weapons in which four or five broad swords gleamed conspicuous. The foremost of the pursuing party appeared too busy with the Tories to see anything else, and they entered the avenue at the same moment with the party pursued.

with what horror and consternation did mrs slocum recognize her husband her brother and two of her neighbors in chase of the tory captain and four of his band already half-way down the avenue and unconscious that they were rushing into the enemy's midst about the middle of the avenue one of the tories fell and the course of the brave and imprudent young officer was suddenly arrested by big george who sprang directly in front of their horses crying hold on massa de debil here look yawn. A glance to the left showed the young men their danger. They were within pistol shot of a thousand men

drawn up in order of battle. Wheeling their horses, they discovered a troop already leaping the fence into the avenue in their rear. Quick as thought, they again wheeled their horses and dashed down the avenue

directly towards the house where stood the quarter-guard to receive them. On reaching the garden fence, a rude structure formed of a kind of lath and called a waddled fence, They leaped that and the next, amid a shower of balls from the guard, cleared the canal at one tremendous leap,

and, scouring across the open field to the northwest, were in the shelter of the wood before their pursuers could clear the fences of the enclosure. The whole ground of this adventure may be seen as the traveler passes over the Wilmington Railroad a mile and a half south of Dudley Depot. A platoon had commenced the pursuit, but the trumpets sounded the recall before the flying Americans had crossed the canal. The presence of mind and lofty language of the heroic wife had convinced the British colonel that the daring men who so fearlessly dashed into his camp were supported by a formidable force at hand. Had the truth been known and the fugitives pursued, nothing could have prevented the destruction not only of the four who fled,

but of the rest of the company on the east side of the plantation. Tarleton had rode back to the front of the house, where he remained eagerly looking after the fugitives till they disappeared in the wood. He called for the Tory captain, who presently came forward, questioned him about the attack in the woods, asked the names of the American officers, and dismissed him to have his wounds dressed and see after his men. The last part of the order was needless, for nearly one half of his troop had fallen. The ground is known to this day as the dead men's field. As Charlton walked into the house, he observed to Mrs. Slocum. Your husband made us a short visit, madam.

I should have been happy to make his acquaintance and that of his friend Mr. Williams. I have little doubt, replied the wife, that you will meet the gentleman and they will thank you for the polite manner in which you treat their friends. The Colonel observed apologetically that necessity compelled them to occupy her property,

that they took only such things as were necessary to their support for which they were instructed to offer proper remuneration, and that everything should be done to render their stay as little disagreeable as possible. The lady expressed, her thankfulness for his kindness and withdrew to her room, while the officers returned to their peach brandy and coffee and closed the day with a merry night. Slocum and his companions passed

rapidly round the plantation, and returned to the ground where the encounter had taken place, collecting on the way the stragglers of his troop. Near there bivouac he saw the Tory captain's brother, who had been captured by the Americans, hanging by a bridal rain from the top of a sapling bent down for the purpose and struggling in the agonies of death. Hastening to the spot, he severed the rain with a stroke of his sort, and with much difficulty restored him to life. Many in the lower part of North Carolina can remember an old man whose protruded eyes, and suffused countenance presented the appearance of one half strangled. He it was who thus owed his life and liberty to the humanity of his generous foe. Mr. Slocum, by the aid of Major Williams,

raised about two hundred men in the neighborhood, and with this force continued to harass the rear of the Royal Army, frequently cutting off foraging parties till they crossed the Roanoke when they joined the Army of Lafayette at Warrington. He remained with the Army till the surrender at Yorktown. It need hardly be mentioned that Big George received his reward for this and other services. His life with his master was one of ease and indulgence. On the division of Colonel Slocum's estate some years since, a considerable amount was paid to enable the faithful slave

to spend the remnant of his days with his wife who belonged to another person. Another anecdote, communicated by the same friend of Mrs. Slocum, is strikingly illustrative of her resolution and strength of will. The occurrence took place at a time when the whole country was roused by the march of the British and loyalists from the Cape Fear country to join the Royal Standard at Wilmington. The veteran Donald MacDonald issued his proclamation at Cross Creek in February 1776,

and, having assembled his Highlanders, marched across rivers and through forests, in haste to join Governor Martin and Sir Henry Clinton, who were already at Cape Fear. But while he had alluded the pursuit of Moore, the Patriots of New Bern and Wilmington districts were not idle. It was a time of noble enterprise, and gloriously did leaders and people come forward to meet the emergency. The gallant Richard Caswell called his neighbors hastily together, and they came at his call as readily as the clans at the Scotch Mountains mustered at the signal of the Burning Cross. The whole county rose in mass. The whole county rose in mass. Scarce a man able to walk was left in the news region. The United Regiments of Colonel's

Lillington and Caswell encountered McDonald at Moores Creek, where, on the 27th, was fought one of the bloodiest battles of the revolution. Asterisk. Moores Creek, running from north to south, empties into the South River about 20 miles above Wilmington. See sketch of Flora MacDonald. Return to text. Colonel Slocom's recollections of this bravely contested field, were too vivid to be dimmed by the lapse of years. He was accustomed to dwell but lightly on the gallant part borne by himself in that memorable action,

but he gave abundant praise to his associates, and well did they deserve the tribute. And, he would say, my wife was there. She was indeed, but the story is best told in her own words. The men all left on Sunday morning.

More than eighty went from this house with my husband. I looked at them well, and I could see that every had mischief in him. I know a coward as soon as I set my eyes upon him. The Tories more than once tried to frighten me, but they always showed coward at the bare insinuation that our troops were about. Well, they got off in high spirits. Every man stepping high and light. And I slept soundly and quietly that night, and worked hard all the next day. But I kept thinking, where they had got to, how far, where and how many of the regulars and Tories they would meet, and I could not keep myself from the

study. I went to bed at the usual time, but still continued to study. As I lay, whether waking or sleeping I know not, I had a dream. Yet it was not all a dream. She used the words unconsciously of the poet who was not then a being. I saw distinctly a body wrapped in my husband's guard cloak, bloody, dead, and others dead and wounded on the ground about him. I saw them plainly and distinctly. I uttered a cry and sprang to my feet on the floor, and so strong was the impression on my mind that I rushed in the direction the vision appeared and came up against the side of the house. The fire in the room gave little light, and I gazed in every direction to catch another glimpse of the scene. I raised the light. Everything was still,

and quiet. My child was sleeping, but my woman was awakened by my crying out or jumping on the floor. If ever I felt fear, it was at that moment. Seated on the bed, I reflected a few moments, and said aloud, I must have to be a while. I must have a little bit. go to him. I told the woman I could not sleep and would ride down the road. She appeared in great alarm, but I merely told her to lock the door after me and look after the child. I went to the stable, saddled my mare, as fleet and easy a nag as ever travelled, and in one minute we were tearing down the road at full speed. The cool night seemed after a mile or two's gallop to bring reflection with it, and I asked myself where I was going, and for what purpose? Again and again I was

tempted to turn back, but I was soon ten miles from home, and my mind became stronger every mile I rode. I should find my husband dead or dying, was as firmly my presentiment and conviction as any fact of my life. When day broke, I was some

thirty miles from home. I knew the general route our little army expected to take and had followed them without hesitation. About sunrise, I came upon a group of women and children standing and sitting by the roadside, each one of them showing the same anguish. anxiety of mind I felt.

Stopping a few minutes, I inquired if the battle had been fought. They knew nothing, but were assembled on the road to catch intelligence. They thought Caswell had taken the right of the Wilmington Road and gone towards the northwest, Cape Fear. Again was I skimming over the ground through a country thinly settled and very poor and swampy, but neither my own spirits nor my beautiful nags failed in the least. We followed the well-marked trail of the troops. The sun must have been well up, say eight or nine o'clock, when I heard a sound like thunder,

which I knew must be cannon. It was the first time I ever heard a cannon. I stopped still, when presently the cannon thundered again. The battle was then fighting. What a fool! My husband could not be dead last night in the battle only fighting now. Still, as I am so near, I will go on and see how they come out. So away we went again faster than ever,

and I soon found by the noise of guns that I was near the fight. Again I stopped. I could hear muskets, I could hear rifles, and I could hear shouting. I spoke to my mare and dashed on in the direction of the firing and the shouts now louder than ever. The blind path I had been following brought me into the Wilmington Road leading to Moores Creek Bridge, a few hundred yards below the bridge. A few yards from the road under a cluster of trees were lying perhaps twenty men. They were the wounded.

I knew the spot, the very trees, and the position of the man I knew as if I had seen it a thousand times. I had seen it all night. I saw all at once. But in an instant my whole soul was centered in one spot. For there, wrapped in his bloody guard cloak was my husband's body. How I passed the few yards from my saddle to the place I never knew. I remember uncovering his head and seeing

a face clothed with gore from a dreadful wound across the temple. I put my hand on the bloody face. It was warm, and an unknown voice begged for water. A small camp-cattle was lying near, and a stream of water was close by. I brought it, poured some in his mouth, washed his face, and behold, it was Frank Cogdell. He soon revived and could speak. I was washing the wound in his head, said he,

"'It's not that. It is that hole in my leg that is killing me.' A puddle of blood was standing on the ground about his feet. I took his knife, cut away his trousers and stocking, and found the blood came from a shot-hole through and through the fleshy part of his leg. I looked about and could see nothing that looked as if it would do for dressing wounds but some heart leaves. I gathered a handful and bound them tight to the holes. And the bleeding stopped.

I then went to the others, and, doctor. I dressed the wounds of many a brave fellow who did good fighting long after that day. I had not inquired for my husband, but while I was busy, Caswell came up. He appeared very much surprised to see me, and was with his hat and hand about to pay some compliment, but I interrupted him by asking, where is my husband? Where he ought to be, madam, in pursuit of the enemy. But pray, said he, how came you here? Oh, I thought, replied I. You would need nurses as well as soldiers, see? I have already dressed many of these good fellows,

and here is one, going to Frank and lifting him up with my arm under his head so that he could drink more water, would have died before any of you men could have helped him. I believe you, said Frank. Just then I looked up, and my husband, as bloody as a butcher and as muddy as a ditcher, stood before me. Asterisk. It was his company that forded the creek and penetrating the swamp made the furious charge on the British left and rear which decided the fate of the day. Returned a text. "'Why, Mary!' he exclaimed. "'What are you doing there?'

Hugging Frank Cogdale, the greatest reprobate in the army. "'I don't care,' I cried. Frank is a brave fellow, a good soldier, and a true friend to Congress.' "'True, true every word of it,' said Caswell. "'You are right, madam,' with the lowest possible bow. I would not tell my husband what brought me there. I was so happy, and so were all. It was a glorious victory.

I came just at the height of the enjoyment. I knew my husband was surprised, but I could see he was not displeased with me. It was night again before our excitement had at all subsided. Many prisoners were brought in, and among them some very obnoxious, but the worst of the Tories were not taken prisoners. They were, for the most part,

left in the woods and swamps wherever they were overtaken. I begged for some of the poor prisoners, and Caswell readily told me none should be heard but such as had been guilty of murder and house-burning. In the middle of the night, I again mounted my mare and started for home.

Caswell and my husband wanted me to stay till next morning and they would send a party with me. But no, I wanted to see my child, and I told them they could send no party who could keep up with me. What a happy ride I had back! and with what joy did I embrace my child as he ran to meet me?

What fiction could be stranger than such truth, and would not a plain unvarnished narrative of the sayings and doings of the actors in revolutionary times, unknown by name, save in the neighborhood where they lived and now almost forgotten even by their descendants, surpass in thrilling interest any romance ever written? In these days of railroads and steam, it can scarcely be credited that a woman actually rode alone, in the night, through a wild unsettled country, a distance, going and returning of a hundred and twenty-five miles,

in that in less than forty hours and without any interval of rest. Yet even this fair equestrian, whose feats would astonish the modern world, admitted that one of her acquaintances was a better horsewoman than herself. This was Miss Esther Wake, the beautiful sister-in-law of Governor Tryon, after whom Wake County was named. She is a little. She is a good knight. She is a good knight. She is a good knight, said to have rode 80 miles the distance between Raleigh and the governor's headquarters in the neighborhood of Colonel Slocum's residence, to pay a visit, returning the next day. Governor Tryon was here several days at the time he made the famous foray against the regulators. What would these women have said to the delicacy of modern refinement in the southern country,

fatigued with a moderate drive in a close carriage and looking out on woods and fields from the windows? The physiologist may explain the vision that produce an impression so powerful as to determine this resolute wife upon her nocturnal expedition to Morris Creek. The idea of danger to her husband, which banished sleep, was sufficient to call up the allusion to her excited imagination, and her actions were decided by the impulse of the moment, prompting her to hasten at once to his assistance. This is not the place to record the revolutionary services of Colonel Slocum. The aid of one of his descendants enables me to add some notice of the personal history of his wife to the foregoing anecdotes.

Her maiden name was Hooks. She was born in the county of Bertie, North Carolina in 1760. When she was about ten years of age, her father, after a tour of exploration in search of a portion of country, which combined the advantages of fertility and healthful air, removed his family to the county of Duplin. He was an open-hearted, hospitable man, and was one of a number bearing the same character who settled a region of country called Goshen, still famous in North Carolina for the frank simplicity of the manners of its inhabitants, and for their profuse and generous hospitality. Here were nurtured some of the noblest spirits of the revolution. The names of Renaud Hill, Wright, Pearsall, Hooks, and Slocum, among others, are remembered with pride. The constant presence

of the loyalists or Tories in the neighborhood and their frequent depredations called for vigilance as well as bravery. Many a tale of treachery and cruelty, enough to freeze the blood with horror, is this day told at the fireside. Sometimes the barn or dwelling of the doomed wig, wrapped in lurid flames, lighted up the darkness of the night. Sometimes his fate was to be hung to a sapling, and not unfrequently these atrocities were in like manner avenged upon the aggressors. Acustomed to hear of such things, and inured to scenes of danger, it cannot be wondered that the gay and sprightly Mary Hooks should acquire a degree of masculine energy and independence with many of the accomplishments of the bolder sex. She was at this time in the early bloom of youth,

with slender and symmetrical form and pleasing features animated by blue expressive laughing eyes. If not absolutely beautiful, her face could not fail to charm, for it beamed with the bright soul that knew not what it was to fear. Her playful wit and repartee, rendered picot by her powers of sarcasm were rarely equaled. Soon after the removal of the family to Goshen, her mother died, and in 1777 her father married the widow of John Charles Slocum, who resided in the locality above described on the news. At the time of their marriage, the parties had each three children. Ezekiel Slocum was the eldest son, and as the law then stood, inherited the whole of his

father's real estate. Of the two plantations to which he was entitled, however, he gave one to his brother. Though but a youth of 17, the management of the property devolved on him, while the other children of the United Family lived together at Goshen. In due time for a chorus of love, Ezekiel, Slocum, and Mary Hooks were married, both being about eighteen years of age. The lovely and spirited bride immediately entered upon her duties at her husband's home on the news, but they were not allowed to remain long in untroubled security. To prevent or punish the frequent depredations of the Tories, the boy husband joined a troop of Lighthorse, performed the duty of scouts, scouring the country

wherever they had notice of any necessity for their presence. In these prolonged absences, Mrs. Slocum took the entire charge of the plantation, being obliged to perform many of the duties which usually fall to the lot of the rougher sex. She used to say, laughingly, that she had done in those perilous times all that a man ever did except mauling rails, and to take away even that exception she went out one day and spilt a few. She was a graceful and fearless writer, and Di Vernon herself never displayed more skillful horsemanship in scampering over the hills of Scotland than did the subject of this memoir in her excursions through the wild woods of news. Not only was this southern accomplishment then

in vogue among the women, but it was not thought unfeminine to chase the fox. Many a time and oft has our heroine been in at the death and won the honor. Nor could the stag say confidently, this day he would not die, if, Mary Slocum chance to be mounted on Old Rome, with her light unerring Joe Manton slung at her side. But those were not days for sport and pleasure alone. In the knowledge how to spin, so and weave our fairy questrian was perfect. She could also wash and cook, and it was her pride to excel in all she did. In those days, matrons of condition disdained not labor with their hands, nor were affluent circumstances an excuse for idleness or extravagance.

the results of her persevering industry and that of her domestics appeared at her death in curtains quilts and cloths of various sorts and patterns sufficient in quantity to furnish a country store let our indolent fine ladies blush for themselves when they learn that a woman of mind and intelligence whose rare powers of conversation charmed the social circle actually carded spun wove cut and made all the clothes worn by an officer of the army in active service during the southern campaign including his guard-clothes and that the material of her own dress was manufactured by her own hands asterisk the following picture of a housewife of the older time is taken from the manuscript remembrancer of christopher marshall member of the committee of observation etc etc these curious manuscript papers have been arranged by william dwayne junior of philadelphia return to text as i have in this memorandum taken scarcely any notice of my wife's employments it might appear as if her engagements were very trifling the which is not the case but the reverse and to do her that justice which her services deserved by entering them minutely would take up most of my time for this genuine reason how that from early morning till late at night she is constantly employed in the affairs of the family which for four months has been very large for besides the addition to our family in the house is a constant sort of comers and goers which seldom go away with dry lips and hungry bellies. This calls for her constant attendance not only to provide, but also to attend at getting prepared in the kitchen, baking our bread and pies, meat, etc., and also on the table.

Her cleanliness about the house, her attendance in the orchard, cutting and drying apples, of which several bushels have been procured, add to which, her making of cider without tools for the constant drink of the family, her seeing all our washing-dud. and her fine clothes and my shirts, the which are all smoothed by her, add to this her making of twenty large cheeses and that from one cow, and daily using with milk and cream besides her sewing, knitting, etc. Thus she looked well to the ways of her household and eateth not the bread of idleness. Yeah, she also stretched out her hand,

and she reached forth her hand to her needy friends and neighbors. I think she has not been above four times since her residence has been here to visit her neighbors. Mrs. Slocum's was a happy girlhood and youth. She always recurred to its history with delight, and retained the fashion of dress then prevalent with a fond pertinacity amusing to others. She scorned ever to wear any other

than the long, tight-waisted habit worn in her youthful days, and however costly the material, it had to be cut in the good old way. For almost sixty years she never did and never would allow herself to vary one iota from the fashion of 76. It was with her a matter of pride, no less than taste. It was a relic of the revolution,

and it would have savored of ingratitude, if not of impiety, to cast it away. The true dignity of an American matron was shown in Mrs. Slocum's reception and entertainment of the British officers, as already related. Her deportment was uniformly calm and self-possessed. Her lofty spirit gave to her slender and fragile form

a majesty that secured the respect of all the officers, and protected her from the slightest approach towards insolent familiarity. She presided at her table with dignity and courtesy, extending open hospitality to all her unbidden guests. Her liberality was acknowledged by strict orders that no depredations should be committed on anything belonging to the house or plantation.

These orders were in general successfully enforced, but even military authority could not save the farmyard poultry or stock from a hungry soldiery. Not a feather was left, and many of the ones. a fine bullock was knocked in the head. But in other things, the protection availed her. On the news of the Army's approach, she had taken the precaution to bury

in the edge of a marsh near at hand, her plate and other valuables. The soldiers suspected the place of deposit and plunged their pike staffs into the ground about the spot until they discovered the treasure. They were compelled to restore it to the rightful owner.

Mrs. Slocum's little son at this time two or three years old became a pet with several of the officers. The little fellow was permitted to share with them the pleasure and pride of prancing about on their splendid chargers. Perhaps, to some of them, his childish glee recall their own domestic circles, and awakened in their stern hearts the holy feelings of home. They seemed delighted when the infant equestrian, thus playing dragoon, would clap his little hands and shout in his innocent mirth. This child was the Honorable Jesse Slocum, member of Congress, who died full of honors in early manhood.

His remains rest in the congressional burial ground at Washington. the brother of mrs slocum already mentioned was at the same time a member from the wilmington district he died two or three years since in alabama when the british army broke up their encampment at the plantation a sergeant was ordered by colonel tarleton to stand in the door till the last soldier had gone out to ensure protection to a lady whose noble bearing had inspired them all with the most profound respect This order was obeyed. The guard brought up the rear of that army in their march northward. Mrs. Slocum saw them depart with tears of joy, and on her knees gave thanks with a full heart to the divine being who had protected her. A day or two afterwards her husband returned to her arms and a happy home. They lived together for sixty years in unbroken harmony,

the patriarchs of all that country, and looked up to by the inhabitants with unbounded love and respect. many a traveller has been entertained at this hospitable mansion. A chapter might here be written on the subject of that ancient hospitality, now so nearly obsolete in regions of that country, visited by the March of Improvement. It was preserved in all its primitive exuberance in the house of Colonel Slocum. There was always provision in his larder, and a place at his board for the chance guest who was certain of a cordial welcome,

and wine which a connoisseur would have pronounced of the choicest vintage of Europe. If it be asked how this unbounded hospitality was supported, the answer is, everything used was of home manufacture, nothing being purchased except those few essentials which are not the produce of our country. Mrs. Slocum possessed a strong and original mind, a commanding intellect and clear judgment, which she retained unimpaired to the time of her death. Among her friends she was remarkable for vivid powers of conversation, while those less familiarly acquainted thought her reserved, and some fancied her severe and sarcastic.

In this respect she was misjudged, for her severity was aimed only at folly or misconduct. Her characteristic fortitude in the endurance of bodily pain, so great that it seemed absolute stoicism, should be noticed. In her 72nd year she was afflicted with a cancer on her hand, which the surgeon informed her must be removed with the knife. At the time appointed for the operation she protested against being held by the assistants telling the surgeon, it was his business to cut out the cancer, she would take care of her arm. He insisted, however, on her submitting to be held. At the first incision, one of the assistants complained of faintness.

Mrs. Slocum bade him go away, and, driving them off, braced her arm on the table and never moved a muscle nor uttered or groan during the operation. In her last years, she was visited with a complication of disorders enough to have broken the stoutest spirit, but bore all with Christian patience, and at the age of 76, sank quietly to rest. She died on the 6th of March, 1836. Her venerable husband survived her about five years. Both now slumber together near the home where they lived in love so long. Pleasant Green has passed into the hands of other owners. The noble old oaks that surrounded the mansion and lined the avenue have been girdled and seemed to lift their bare arms in lamentation

for their ancient possessors. But the memory of those who dwelt there is linked with glorious recollections which time can never efface from American hearts. Mention has been made of Esther Wake, the sister of Lady Tryon. These two lovely and accomplished women

exercised great influence according to tradition in matters of state. Asterisk Sabine's American Loyalist, Jones' defense of North Carolina. Return to text. The gallantry of a warm-hearted people perhaps inclined them to estimate the character of their governor by the grace, beauty, and

accomplishment that adorned his domestic circle. The governor's dinners were princely, and the fascination of the ladies, irresistible. In his attempt to obtain an appropriation from the Assembly for building a splendid palace, female genius and influence rose superior to his official consequence, and political maneuvers. Though the colony was poor, their management obtained a second grant. The admiration they commanded helped to sustain Governor Tryon's waning authority. When the royal government was annihilated and the motion to change the name of Tryon County was under consideration, the resolution to alter that of Wake was rejected by acclamation. Thus, the county in which the city of Raleigh is located is consecrated to the memory of beauty and virtue.

End of Chapter 24 Chapter 25 of the Women of the American Revolution Volume 1 by Elizabeth F. Ellott. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Chapter 25. Sarah Bosch Asterisk. Mr. William Dwayne, to whose pen the reader is indebted for this sketch, is the grandson of Mrs. Bosch. Return to text. Sarah, the only daughter of Benjamin Franklin, was born at Philadelphia on the 11th of September 1744.

of her early years no particulars can now be obtained but from her father's appreciation of the importance of education and the intelligence and information that she displayed through life we may presume that her studies were as extensive as were then pursued by females in any of the american colonies in seventeen sixty four she was called to part with her father sent to europe for the first time in a representative capacity the people of pennsylvania were at that time divided into two parties the supporters and the opponents of the proprietaries the sons of penn as is known had left the religion of their father and joined the church of england and the bulk of that persuasion were of the proprietary party the mass of the quakers were in opposition and with them franklin had acted After having been for 14 years a member of the Assembly, he lost his election to that body in the autumn of 1764 by a few votes, but his friends, being in the majority in the House, immediately elected him the agent of the province in England. The proprietary party made great opposition to his appointment, and an incident occurred in connection with it that shows us how curiously the affairs of church and state were intermingled in those days. A petition or remonstrance to the assembly against his being chosen agent was laid for signature

upon the communion table of Christ's church, in which he was a pew-holder and his wife a communicant. His daughter appears to have resented this outrage upon decency and the feelings of her family, and to have spoken of leaving the church in consequence, which gave occasion to the following dissuasive in the letter which her father wrote to her from Reedy Island November 8, 1764, on his way to Europe. Go constantly to church whoever preaches. The act of devotion in the common prayer book

is your principal business there, and if properly attended to, will do more towards amending the heart than sermons generally can do, for they were composed by men of much greater piety and wisdom than our common composers of sermons can pretend to be, and therefore I wish you would never miss the prayer days.

Yet I do not mean you should despise sermons, even of the preachers you dislike, for the discourse is often much better than the man, as sweet and clear waters come through very dirty earth. I am the more particular on this head, as you seemed to express a little before I came away, some inclination to leave our church, which I would not have you do. Asterisk. The manuscript letters from which extracts are made in this memoir are in the possession of Mrs. Bosch's descendants in Philadelphia. Return to text.

The opinion entertained by many that a disposition to mark, as of modern growth in this country is erroneous. In colonial times, outrages of this character were at least as frequent as now. Dr. Franklin had not been gone a year before his house was threatened with an attack. Mrs. Franklin sent her daughter to Governor Franklin's in Burlington and proceeded to make preparation for the defense of her castle. Her letter, detailing the particulars, may be found in the last edition of Watson's Annals of Philadelphia. The first letter from Sarah Franklin to her father that has been preserved was written after her return from this visit to Burlington.

In it, she says, The subject now is stamp act and nothing else is talked of. The Dutch talk of the Stamp Tack, the Negroes of the Tamp. In short, everybody has something to say. The commissions which follow for gloves, lavender, and tooth powder give us a humble idea of the state of the supplies in the the colonies at that day. The letter thus concludes, There is not a young lady of my acquaintance, but what desires to be remembered to you. I am, my dear, your very dutiful daughter, Sally Franklin.

In a letter dated on the 23rd of the following March, 1765, the Stamp Act is again mentioned. We have heard by a roundabout way that the Stamp Act is repealed. The people seem determined to believe it, though it came from Ireland to Maryland. The bells rung, we had bonfires, and one house was illuminated. Indeed, I never heard so much noise in my life. The very children seemed distracted. I hope and pray the noise may be true. A letter to her brother, written September 30th, 1766, speaks thus of some political movements

in Philadelphia at that time. The letter from Mr. Sargent was to Daniel Wistar. I send you the Dutch paper, where I think there is something about it. On Friday night there was a meeting of seven or eight hundred men in Hare's brewhouse, where Mr. Ross, mounted on a bag of grain, spoke to them a considerable time. He read Sergeant's letter and some others which had a good effect, as they satisfied many. Some of the people say he outdid withfield, and Sir John says he is in a direct line from Solomon. He spoke several things in favor of his absent friend whom he called the good, the worthy Dr. Franklin,

and his worthy friend. After he was gone, Hugh Roberts stood up and proposed him in Willing's place and desired those who were for him to stand up, and they all rose to a man. On the 29th of October 1767, Sarah Franklin was married to Richard Bash, a merchant of Philadelphia, and a native of Settle in Yorkshire, England. After their marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Bash appeared to have resided with Mrs. Franklin in the house built by her in the year 1765, upon ground over which Franklin Place now runs. Asterisk. This house in which Franklin died stood rather nearer to Chestnut Street than to Market

Street. The original entrance to it was over the ground upon which No. 112 Market Street is now built. On Franklin's return from Europe, he opened a new entrance to it between numbers 106 and 108 under the archway still remaining, the house No. 106 and that lately No. 108 being built by him. His house was torn down about the year 1813, when Franklin Court was built upon the ground occupied by it, the court in front and the garden in the rear. Return to text. Mrs. Franklin died on the 19th of December 1774, having been attacked by paralysis four days previously. The mansion house continued to be occupied by Mr. Bosch and his family. In the garden, a willow tree was planted by Mrs. Bosch on the 4th of July 1775.

The approach of the British Army through New Jersey in December 1776 induced Mr. Bosch to remove his family to Goshen Township in Chester County, from which place the following letter was addressed by Mrs. Bosch to her father, who, in the previous October, had been sent to France by the American Congress. Mrs. Bosch's eldest son accompanied him and was educated in France and Geneva under the supervision of his grandfather. Goshan, February 23, 1777. Honored, sir, we have been impatiently waiting to hear of your arrival for some time. It was seventeen weeks yesterday since you left us. A day I shall never forget. How happy shall we be to hear you are all safe arrived and well? You had not left us long before we were obliged to leave town.

I shall never forget nor forgive them for turning me out of house and home in the middle of winter, and we are still about 24 miles from Philadelphia in Chester County, the next plantation to where Mr. Ashbridge used to live. We have two comfortable rooms, and we are as happily situated as I can be, separated from Mr. Bosch. He comes to see us as often as his business will permit. Your library we sent out of town while packed in boxes a week before us, and all the valuable things mahogany accepted we brought with us.

There was such confusion that it was a hard matter to get out at any rate. when we shall get back again I know not, though things are altered much in our favor since we left town. I think I shall never be afraid of staying in it again, if the enemy were only three miles instead of thirty from it, since our cowards, as Lord Sandwich calls them, are so ready to turn out against those heroes who were to conquer all before them, but have found themselves so much mistaken. Their courage never brought them to Trenton till they heard our army were disbanded. I send you the newspapers. But, as they do not always speak true, and as there may be some particulars in Mr. Bosch's letters to me that are not in them, I will copy those parts of his letters that contain the news.

I think you will have it more regular. Aunt has wrote to you and sent it to town. She is very well and desires her love to you, Anne Temple. We have wished much for him here when we have been a little dull. He would have seen some characters here quite new to him. It's lucky for us Mr. George Climers, Mr. Meredith's, and Mr. Budden's families are moved so near us. They are sensible and agreeable people and are not often alone. I have refused dining at Mr. Climers today that I might have the pleasure of writing to you,

and, my dear boy, who I hope, behave so as to make you love him. We used to think he gave little trouble at home, but that was perhaps a mother's partiality. I am in great hopes that the first letter of Mr. Bosch will bring me news of your arrival. I shall then have cause to rejoice. I am, my dear Papa, as much as ever, your dutiful and affectionate daughter, S. Bash. Mrs. Bash returned home with her family shortly after, but in the following autumn, the approach of the British Army after their victory on the brandy wine again drove them from Philadelphia. On the 17th of September 1777, four days after the birth of her second daughter, Mrs. Bosh left

town, taking refuge at first in the hospitable mansion of her friend Mrs. Duffield in Lower Dublin Township, Philadelphia County. They afterwards removed to Mannheim Township in Lancaster, County where they remained until the evacuation of Philadelphia by the British forces. The following extracts are from letters written to Dr. Franklin after their return. On the 14th July 1778, Mr. Bosch writes, Once more I have the happiness of addressing you from this dearly beloved city, after having been kept out of it more than nine months, I found your house and furniture upon my return to town in much better order than I had reason to expect from the hands of

such a rapacious crew. They stole and carried off with them some of your musical instruments. Viz. A Welsh harp. Ball harp. The set of tuned bells which were in a box. Vial de Gamba. All the spare harmonica glasses and one or two spare cases.

Your harmonica is safe. They took likewise the few books that were left behind, the chief of which were Temple School books and the history of the arts and sciences in French, which is a great loss to the public. Some of your electric apparatus is missing also. A Captain André also took with him the picture of you which hung in the dining room.

The rest of the pictures are safe and met with no damage except the frame of Alfred which is broken to pieces. Asterisk. The postscript to this letter is curious. I wish I could have sent to me from France two dozen of padlocks and keys fit for mails and a dozen post-horns. They are not to be had here. Return to text. Andre was quartered in Franklin's house during the sojourn of the British in Philadelphia. in the following letter from mrs bash his future acquaintance arnold is mentioned it is dated october twenty second seventeen seventy eight mrs bash having remained at manhme with her children until the autumn this is the first opportunity i have had since my return home of writing to you we found the house and furniture in much better order than we could expect which was owing to the care the miss clifton's took of all we left behind my being removed for four days after my little girl was born made it impossible for me to remove half the things we did in our former flight.

After describing her little girl, she adds, I would give a good deal if you could see her. You can't think how fond of kissing she is and give such old-fashioned smacks. General Arnold says he would give a good deal to have her for a schoolmistress to teach the young ladies how to kiss. There is hardly such a thing as living in town. Everything is so high, the money is old tenor to all intents and purposes.

If I was to mention the prices of the common necessary of life it would astonish you. I have been all amazement since my return. Such an odds have two years made that I can scarcely believe I am in Philadelphia. They really ask me six dollars for a pair of gloves, and I have been obliged to pay fifteen pounds for a common Calamanco petticoat without quilting

that I once would have got for fifteen shillings. These high prices were owing to the depreciation of the continental money, but it subsequently was much greater. The time came when Mrs. Bosch's domestics were obliged to take two baskets with them to market, one empty to contain the provisions they purchased, the other full of continental money to pay for them. On the 17th of January, 1779, after speaking of the continued rise of prices, she writes that, There never was so much dressing and pleasure going on, old friends meeting again, the wigs in high spirits and strangers of distinction among us.

Speaking of her having met with General and Mrs. Washington several times, she adds, He always inquires after you in the most affectionate manner and speaks of you highly. We danced at Mrs. Powell's on your birthday, or night, I should say, in company together, and he told me it was the anniversary of his marriage. It was just twenty years that night. With this letter a piece of American silk was sent as a present to the Queen of France, Marie Antoinette. Dr. Franklin, in his reply, seems to have expressed some dissatisfaction at the gaiety of his countrymen, which he considered unseasonable. Mrs. Bosch, thus excuses herself for participating in it

in a letter dated September 14, 1779. I am indeed much obliged to you for your very kind present. It never could have come at a more seasonable time, and particularly so as they are all necessary. But how could my dear Papa give me so severe a reprimand for wishing a little finery. He would not, I am sure, if he knew how much I have felt it. Last winter was a season of triumph to the wigs, and they spent it gaily. You would not have had me, I am sure, stay away from the ambassadors or General's entertainments, nor when I was invited to spend the day with General Washington and his lady. And you would have been the last person, I am sure, to have wished to see me dress with singularity. Though I never loved dress so much as to wish to be particularly

fairly fine, yet I never will go out when I cannot appear so as to do credit to my family and husband. I can assure, my dear Papa, that industry in this country is by no means a laid aside, but as to spinning linen, we cannot think of that till we have got that woe of which we spun three years ago. Mr. Duffield has bribed a weaver that lives on his farm to weave me eighteen yards by making him three or four shuttles for nothing, and keeping it a secret from the country people, who will not suffer them to weave for those in town. this is the third weavers it has been at and many fair promises i have had about it tis now done and whitening but forty yards of the best remains at liddots yet that i was to have at home at twelve month last month mrs keppel who is gone to lancaster is to try to get it done there for me but not a thread will they weave but for hard money my mate is now spinning wool for winter stockings for the whole family which will be no difficulty in the manufactory as i knit them myself

i only mention these things that you may see that balls are not the only reason that the wheel is laid aside this winter approaches with so many horrors that i shall not want anything to go abroad in if i can be comfortable at home my spirits which i have kept up during my being drove about from place to place much better than most peoples i meet with have been lowered by nothing but the depreciation of the money which has been amazing lately so that home will be the place for me this winter as i cannot get a common winter cloak and hat but just decent under two hundred pounds. As to Gauss now, it is fifty dollars a yard. It is beyond my wish, and I should think it not only a shame but a sin to buy it if I had millions. It is indeed, as you say, that money is too cheap, for there are so many people that are not used to have it, nor know the proper use of it, that gets so much, that they care not whether they give one dollar or a hundred for anything they want. But to those whose every dollar is the same as a silver one, which is our case, it is particularly hard.

For Mr. Bosch could not bear to do business in the manner it has been done in this place, which has been almost all by monopolizing and forestalling. In the patriotic effort of the ladies of Philadelphia to furnish the destitute American soldiers with money and clothing during the year 1780, Mrs. Bosch took a very active part. After the death of Mrs. Reed, the duty of completing the collections and contributions devolved on her and four other ladies as a sort of executive committee. The shirts provided were cut out at her house. A letter to Dr. Franklin, a part of which has been published, shows how earnestly she was engaged in the work.

The Marquis de Chastelieu thus describes a visit which she paid her about this time. After this slight repast, which only lasted an hour and a half, we went to visit the ladies, agreeable to the Philadelphia custom, where the morning is the most proper hour for paying visits. We began by Mrs. Bache. She merited all the anxiety we had to see her, for she is the daughter of Mr. Franklin. Simple in her manners, like her respected father, she possesses his benevolence. She conducted us into a room filled with work lately finished by the ladies of Philadelphia. This work consisted neither of embroidered tambour waistcoats nor of network etching, nor of gold and silver brocade.

It was a quantity of shirts for the soldiers of Pennsylvania. The ladies bought the linen from their own. private purses and took a pleasure in cutting them out and sewing them themselves. On each shirt was the name of the married or unmarried lady who made it, and they amounted to twenty-two hundred. Mrs. Bosch writes to Mrs. Meredith at Trenton, I am happy to have it in my power to tell you that the sums given by the good women of Philadelphia for the benefit of the army have been much greater than could be expected, and

given with so much cheerfulness and so many blessings that it was rather a pleasing than a painful task to call for it. I write to claim you as a Philadelphian, and shall think myself honored in your donation. A letter of Monsieur de Marlbois to Dr. Franklin the succeeding year, thus speaks of his daughter.

If there are in Europe any women who need a model of attachment to domestic duties and love for their country, Mrs. Bosch may be pointed out to them as such. She passed a part of the last year in exertions to rouse the zeal of the Pennsylvania ladies, and she made on this occasion such a happy use of the eloquence, which you know she possesses, that a large part of

the American army was provided with shirts bought with their money or made by their hands. In her applications for this purpose, she showed the most indefatigable zeal, the most unwearied perseverance, and a courage in asking which surpassed even the obstinate reluctance of the Quakers in refusing. The letters of Mrs. Bash show much force of character and an ardent, generous and impulse of nature. She has a strong remembrance of kindness and attachment to her friends. And in writing to her father, her veneration for him is ever apparent, combined with the confidence and affection of a devoted daughter. Her beloved children are continually the theme on which her pen delights to dwell. Again and again, the little family group is described to her father when

abroad, and it is pleasing to dwell on the picture of the great philosopher and statesman reading with parental interest domestic details like the following. Willie begins to learn his book very well and has an extraordinary memory. He has learned these last holidays the speech of Anthony over Caesar's body, which he can scarcely speak without tears. When Betsy looks at your picture here, she wishes her grandpapa had teeth that he might be able to talk to her, and has frequently try to tempt you to walk out of the frame with a piece of apple pie, the thing of all others she likes best.

Louis is remarkable for his sweet temper and good spirits. To her son, she says, There is nothing would make me happier than you're making a good and useful man. Every instruction with regard to your morals and learning I am sure you have from your grandpapa.

I shall therefore only add my prayers that all he recommends may be strictly attended to. In September 7th,7. After an absence of nearly seven years at the Court of France, Dr. Franklin returned to his home in Philadelphia. He spent the last years of his life amidst the family of his daughter and the descendants of the friends of his early years, the most of whom he had survived. In 1792, Mr. and Mrs. Bosch visited England and would have extended their tour to France had it not been for the increasing

troubles of the French Revolution. They were absent about a year. Mr. Bash, having relinquished commercial pursuits, removed in 1794 to a farm upon the River Delaware 16 miles above Philadelphia, which he named Settle, after his birthplace. Here they spent upwards of 13 years making their residence the seat of hospitality. In 1807, Mrs. Bosch was attacked by cancer and removed to Philadelphia in the winter of 18707 to 8 for the benefit of medical attendance. Her disease proved incurable, and on the 5th of October 1808, she died in the house in Franklin Court, aged 64 years. Her remains, with those of her husband, who survived her a few years only, are interred in the Christ Church burial ground beside those of her parents.

In person, Mrs. Bosch was rather above the middle height, and in the latter years of her life she became very stout. Her complexion was uncommonly fair with much color, her hair brown, her hair brown, and her eyes blue like those of her father. Strong good sense and a ready flow of wit were among the most striking features of her mind. Her benevolence was very great and her generosity and liberality were eminent. Her friends ever cherished a warm affection for her.

It has been related that her father, with a view of accustoming her to bear disappointments with patience, was sometimes accustomed to request her to remain at home and spend the evening over the chessboard when she was on the point of going out to some meeting of her young friends. The cheerfulness which she displayed in every turn of fortune proves that this discipline was not without its good effect.

Many of her witticisms have been remembered, but most of them, owing to the local nature of the events which gave rise to them and their mention of individuals would not now bear being repeated. Her remark that, She hated all the Carolinians from B to Isard, would be excluded for the latter reason, but may perhaps be excused here, as it has already appeared in print.

What offence Mr. B. had given is not known, but Mr. Isert's hostility to her father was of the most malignant character. She took a great interest through life in political affairs and was a zealous Republican. Having learnt that the English lady to whom some of her daughters were sent to school had placed the pupils connected with persons in public life,

her children among the number, at the upper end of the table, upon the ground that the young ladies of rank should sit together, Mrs. Bosch sent her word that in this country there was no rank but rank mutton. Mrs. Bosch had eight children, of whom her eldest daughter died very young, and her eldest son in 1798 of the Yellow F. F. F. F. L.T. Three sons and three daughters survived her. End of Chapter 25. End of the Woman of the American Revolution, Volume 1, by Elizabeth F. Ellet.