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, 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 men had fallen.

"The British officers now returned to their peach brandy and coffee, and closed the day with a merry night.

"Slocumb and his companions passed rapidly around the plantation and returned to the ground where the encounter had taken place, collecting on the way the stragglers of their troop.

"Slocumb raised a company of two hundred men, and with them thoroughly harassed the rear of the royal army on its march until it crossed the Roanoke, when he hastened to join Lafay ette at Warrenton."

THE EXECUTION OF COL. ISAAC HAYNE.

AFTER Charleston had fallen into the hands of the British, many of the Whigs of South Carolina were induced to take the protections which were offered by Cornwallis. They were led to this step by the belief that the cause was hopeless in the South, and were promised by virtue of these protections to be allowed to remain quietly at their homes and take no part in the contest. But what was their surprise when soon after they were called upon to take up arms under the British commanders and against their

countrymen. Conceiving that faith had been broken with them, and their promises of neutrality no longer binding, they destroyed their protections and at once ranked themselves under the Continental leaders. Among these was Col. Isaac Hayne, a man of unblemished reputation, fine talents, and lofty patriotism. Indignant at the course pursued by the British, and being summoned to appear at Charleston to take up arms against his country, he hastened to the American army and began to take an active part in the contest. But unfortunately he fell into the enemy's hands, was conveyed to Charleston, submitted by the order of Rawdon to a mock trial, and to the horror of all, condemned to death. He received his sentence with calmness, but the whole country was horrified. Both English and Americans interceded for his life, and the ladies of Charleston immortalized themselves by the spirited address they framed and delivered to his captors in his behalf. But all was of no avail. The cruel heart of Rawdon could not be moved; not even the captive's motherless children with bended knees and tearful prayers could move his obdurate nature.

His eldest child was a boy of thirteen, and he was permitted to remain with his father in prison up to the time of the execution. This boy was actuated by an affection for his father of the most romantic earnestness and fervor. Beholding him loaded with irons and condemned to die, he was overwhelmed with consternation and sorrow; nothing could assuage his grief nor allay his sorrow. In vain did his father endeavor to console him by reminding him that his unavailing grief only tended to increase his own misery; that he was only to leave this world to be admitted into a better; that it was glorious to die for liberty, and that he himself was calm and prepared for the event. The boy

would not be comforted. "To-morrow," said the unhappy father, "I set out for immortality; you will accompany me to the place of my execution, and when I am dead, take my body and bury it by the side of your poor mother." In an agony of grief the wretched youth fell weeping on his father's neck, crying, "Oh, my father, my father, I die with you!" The chains that bound the father prevented him from returning the embrace of his son, but he said, in reply, "Live, my son; live, to honor God by a good life, live to take care of your brothers and sisters."

The next morning the son walked beside the father to the place of execution. The history of the war does not afford a more heart-rending incident. There was not a citizen of Charleston whose bosom did not beat with anguish and swell with suppressed indignation. There was sorrow in every countenance, and when men spoke with each other it was in accents of horror.

When the parent and child came in sight of the gallows, the father strengthened himself, and said to the weeping boy by his side, "Tom, my son, show yourself a man! that tree is the boundary of my life and all my life's sorrow. Beyond that the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. Don't lay too much at heart our separation, it will be short. 'Twas but lately your mother died-to-day, I die. And you, my son, though but young, must shortly follow."

"Yes, my father," replied the heart-broken youth, "I shall shortly follow you, for indeed I feel that I cannot live long."

And this melancholy anticipation was fulfilled in a manner far more dreadful than is implied in the mere extinction of life. When his father was torn from his side his tears flowed incessantly, and his bosom was convulsed with heart-rending sobs, but when he saw his beloved parent in the hands of the executioner,

the halter adjusted to his neck, and then his form convulsively struggling in the air, the fountain of his tears was suddenly staunched, and he stood transfixed and motionless with horror. He never wept again. When all was over he was led from the scene, but there was a strange wildness in his look, and a palor in his cheek, that alarmed and terrified all who looked upon him. The terrible truth soon became known. His reason had fled forever. It was not long ere he followed his father to the grave, but his death was even more terrible than that of his parent's. In his last moments he often called upon his father, and in accents of such thrilling anguish that the sternest hearted wept to hear him. We know of no incident in history, no passage in romance, more truly touching than this melancholy history.

ADVENTURES OF MAJOR GENERAL CLINTON.

MAJOR GENERAL JAMES CLINTON commanded at Fort Clinton on the occasion of its assault by Sir Henry Clinton. Here he was joined by his brother George Clinton. The attack of Sir Henry was resisted with a devoted heroism, but overcome by superior numbers, and attacked by English ships of war in the stream, they were gradually overcome. But the battle was desperately contested, and when at last all hope was gone, Clinton, disdaining to surrender, gathered a body of men around him, and with his brother at his side, attempted to force his way through the enemy's ranks.

"Fleeing to the river shore he came upon a small boat, in which he urged his brother George to embark, and make his