only introduced into their company, but placed over their heads? In short, Arnold was an eye-sore to every man of nonour in England, where he was often most grossly insulted.

SOON after his flight to England with the slender remains of the British army, he went down to Southampton, where the broken-hearted Mother and Sisters of the unfortunate Andre lived. And so little was he acquainted with the human heart, that he called to see them! On hearing his name announced by the servant, they burst into tears; and sent him word, that "they did not wish to see him."

THE moment he received Major Andre's letter, the terrified Arnold made his escape to New-York.

BRITISH historians have wondered that he left his wife in the power of Washington. But Arnold knew in whom he trusted: and the generous man behaved exactly as Arnold had foreseen; for he immediately sent him his clothes and baggage; and wrote a polite letter of condolence to his lady, offering her a conveyance to her husband, or to her friends in Pennsylvania.

WASHINGTON now waged the war with various success. On the one hand, his hero of Saratoga (Gates) was defeated with great loss, at Camden ; on the other, the British lost, on the King's-Mountain, the brave Colonel Ferguson, with all his army, 1,400 men. Colonel Ferguson and his men were supposed by the British, the most exquisite marksmen alive. And indeed to hear their bravadoes, one would suppose, that give them but guns of a proper calibre, and they would think it a light affair to snuff the moon, or drive the centre of the fixed stars. But the American Rifle-boys soon let them into a truer way of thinking. For in a few rounds they pink'd the brave Colonel, and put 300 of his exquisite marksmen asleep; which struck such a wholesome panic into the survivors, that they threw down their arms, and like thrifty gentlemen called out right lustily for quarters.

BUT few of the Americans fell; but among these was one, whose fame "Time with his own eternal lip shall sing.” I mean the brave Col. Williams. He it was, whose burning words first kindled the young farmers at their ploughs, and led them to the King's Mountain, to measure their youthful rifles with Ferguson's heroes. On receiving the ball which opened in his breast the crimson sluice of life, he was borne by his aids, into the rear; where he was scarcely laid down, fainting with loss of blood, before a voice was heard, loud exclaiming," Hurra! My Boys! the day is our own! the day is our own! they are crying for quarters ?" Instantly he started, as from the incipient sleep of death; and, opening his heavy eyes, eagerly called out, "My God! who are crying for quarters ?"-" The British! The British!" replied the powder-blackened riflemen. At this, one last beam of joy lighted in a smile on his dying face: then faintly whispering, God be praised! he bowed his head in everlasting peace.

Joy follow thee, my brother, to His BLEST PRESENCE, who sent thee, a pillar of fire, to blast the mad efforts of men fighting against their brethren! On earth thy fame shall never fail. Children yet unborn shall lisp the name of Williams. Their cherub lips shall often talk of him whose patriot eye beheld them, afar off, smiling on the breast, and with a parent's ardour hasted to ward from their guiltless heads the curses of monarchy.

AFTER the defeat of Gates, Washington sent on his favourite Greene to head the southern army against the victorious Cornwallis and Tarleton. With Greene he joined the famous Morgan, whose riflemen had performed such signal service during the war.

To draw Cornwallis's attention from a blow medi tated against the British post at Ninety-Six, Greene detached Morgan to Paulet's river, near the neighbourhood of Cornwallis and Tarleton. Immediately the pride of Tarleton rose. He begged of his

friend, lord Rawdon, to obtain for him the permission of the commander in chief to go and attack Morgan. " By Heaven, my lod, (said he) I could not desire a finer feather in my cap than Col. Mor

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Such a prisoner would make my fortune? Ah, Ben, (replied Rawdon very coolly) you had better let the old wagoner alone." And our salute could satisfy, permission at length was granted him; and he instantly set out. At parting, he said to lord Rawdon with a smile, "My lord, if you wil be so obliging as to wait dinner, the day after tomorrow, till four o'clock, Col. Morgan shall be one o your lordship's guests.' "Very well, Ben, (said the other) we shall wait. But remember, Morgan was brought up under Washington."-Tarleton was followed to battle by about 1000 choice infantry and 250 horse, with two field pieces. To oppose this Formidable force, Morgan had but 500 militia, 300 regulars, and 75 horse. His militia were but militia. His regulars were the famous MARYLAND JINE led by Howard; men who would have done honour to the plains of Austerlitz. The intrepid Desaix, who turned the tide of war in the bloody strife of Marengo, was only equal to Washington, Col. of the horse. Morgan had no wish to fight. But Tarleton compelled him; for about two hours before day on the 17th of January, 1781, some of Washington's cavalry came galloping into camp with news that the British were but eight miles off, and would be up by day break. Instantly Morgan called a council of war, composed only of Howard, Washington, and himself. "Well, gentlemen," said he, “what's

to be done? shall we fight or fly? shall we leave our "friends to our enemies; and burning our meal and "bacon, so hardly got, turn out again into the starv"ing woods; or shall we stand by both, and fight "like men?”

"No burning! no flying," replied they, "but let's "stand, and fight like men!"

"WELL then, my brave fellows, (said Morgan,) "wake up thetroops, and prepare for action

THE ground, on which this very memorable battle was fought, was an open pine barren. The militia were drawn up about two hundred yards in front of the regulars, and the horse some small distance in the rear. Just after day break, the British came in sight; and halting within a quarter of a mile of the militia, began to prepare for battle. The Sun had just risen, as the enemy, with loud shouts, advanced to the charge. The militia, hardly waiting to give them a distant fire, broke and fled for their horses, which were tied at some distance on the wings of the Maryland line. Tarleton's cavalry pushed hard after the fugitives, and, coming up with them just as they had reached their horses, began to cut them down. Unable to bear that sight, Col. Washington, with his corps, dashed on to their rescue. As if certain of victory, Tarleton's men were all scattered in the chase!....Washington's heroes, on the contrary, sensible of the fearful odds against them, advanced close and compact as the Spartan phalanx. Then sudden and terrible the charge was made! Like men fighting, life in hand, all at once they rose high on their stirrups! while in streams of lightning their swords came down, and heads and arms, and caps, and carcasses, distained with spouting gore, rolled fearfully all around. Mournfully from all sides the cries of the wounded were heard, and the hollow groans of the dying.

AGONIZING with rage and grief, Tarleton beheld the flight of his boasted victory, and the slaughter of his bravest troops. He flew to reanimate them. He encouraged he threatened-he stormed and raved. But all in vain. No time was given to rally; for like the heavy ship under crowded canvas, bursting through the waves, so, strong and resistless, Washington's squadron went on, hewing down and overthrowing every thing in their way. Confounded by such a fatal charge, the British cavalry could not support it; but broke and fled in the utmost precipitation; while, bending forward over their horses, L

and waving their blood-stained swords, the loudshouting Americans pursued. The woods resounded with the noise of their flight.

As when a mammoth suddenly dashes in among a thousand buffaloes, feeding at large on the vast plains of Missouri; all at once the innumerous herd, with wildly rolling eyes, and hideous bellowings, break forth into flight, while, close at their heels, the roaring monster follows. Earth trembles as they fly. Such was the noise in the chase of Tarleton, when the swords of Washington's cavalry pursued his troops from the famous fields of the Cowpens. It was like a peal of thunder, loud roaring at first, but gradually dying on the ear as it rolls away along the distant air.

By this time the British infantry had come up: and, having crossed a little valley, just as they ascended the hill, they found themselves within twenty steps of Howard and his regulars, who received them with a right soldierly welcome, and, taking good aim, poured in a general and deadly fire. A slaughter so entirely unexpected, threw the enemy into confusion. Seeing this wonderful change in the battle, the militia recovered their spirits, and began to form on the right of the regulars. Morgan waving his sword, instantly rode up to them, and with a voice of thunder roared out," Hurra! my brave fellows, form, form! Old Morgan was never leat in his life... ..one fire more, my heroes, and the day is our own!" With answering shouts, both regulars and militia then advanced upon the enemy; and, following their fire with the bayonet, instantly decided the conflict. The ground was covered with the dead. The tops of the aged pines shook with the ascending ghosts. With feeble eries and groans, at once they rose, like flocks of Bow-white swans when the cold blast strikes them of the lakes of Canada, and sends them on widespread wings, far to the south to seek a happier clime.

WASHINGTON pursued Tarleton 20 miles! and, daring the race, was often so hear him, that he could easily bave killed him with a pistol shot. But having