ally grew into friendship, and ended in a sincere, and ardent mutual attachment, as chivalrous in its nature, as it was romantic in its origin. Some little time after the battle, the American officer returning home, on furlough, requested and obtained permission for his captive friend to accompany him.

They traveled like brother knights of old, each pledged to the other's defence, and bound to consider all alike as common friends or common enemies. Their route lay through a district, which was the sanguinary field of many bloody collisions, and cursed by prowling detachments of tories, who exercised a robber's privilege of warring on all whom it pleased their fancy to construe into foes, or who tempted their avarice, or excited their vengeance. One day, the two heroes were suddenly overtaken by a shower, and throwing their cloaks over their shoulders, they retreated under the shelter of a group of trees. Suddenly there appeared on the road, a party of tories, who with drawn swords, and shouting over their anticipated plunder, dashed toward the spot where stood the two friends. The high-souled American resolved not to fall into the hands of those, whom, every instinct of his nature, and every impulse of his virtuous mind, stamped as men to detest and loathe, and as stinging aspens in the bosom of his country; and, the heroic Briton, scorning the motives that actuated them, and although to make himself known, was but to obtain safety and freedom, also resolved to defend himself to the last, and fall or live, the friend of him by whom he had been so generously distinguished. But their cunning and their valor achieved for them a glorious triumph. With waving swords, and with signals to the rear, as if urging companions behind them to follow, they spurred their horses, and both together dashed upon the approaching enemy. The fury of their onset, the determined vigor with

which they whirled their weapons above their heads, and their shouts for their supposed companions to follow, alarmed their opponents, who offered but a feeble resistance, and then fled rapidly, leaving the field to their victorious enemy, whom they outnumbered by many fold.

With numerous adventures that more effectually linked their friendship, they arrived safely at the home of the American officer. Here the Englishman was welcomed, and in the home of his friend he found those who generously admitted into their confidence and friendship, one who had become so attached to one of its promising members. In course of his sojourn here, some remarks were dropped which led to inquiries, and the father of the American, to the unmingled joy of all parties, discovered that the two officers were first cousins. Their striking personal resemblance thus became accounted for, and perhaps their involuntary and mental attraction may be attributed to the same cause.

The joy of the American family in discovering a kinsman so lofty in virtue, and possessed of all generous qualities, and one who brought to their circle, high talents and briliant parts, that daily won upon their hearts, was greatly augmented by the appearance of an attachment springing up between the new found cousin, and a sister of the American. This lady was amiable and highly accomplished, and charmed by the bearing of the generous stranger, she soon yielded to him more of affection and admiration, than was due to a cousin. He also was moved by her beauty and her many amiable traits, and thus they became betrothed, to the unbounded satisfaction of the brother. The Englishman had as effectually been conquered by the beauty of the sister, as by the superior strength of the brother. He was a prisoner, soul and body, in the conquerer's family. The reader

may be assured that what we write is not fiction, though it sounds marvelously like legends of knightly love and conquest in the olden time. The facts of the story are given by Dr. Caldwell, author of a life of Gen. Greene, who knew the parties when a boy, and saw them often.

But alas! our romance now becomes a tragedy. The stern front of Mars breaks in upon the scene, and Fate, with his iron hand, rends the happy picture. The youthful foreigner, has been exchanged, and a summons comes demanding his presence in his regiment. The duty is a sad one, but his honor compels him to yield, and the lady, worthy of his chivalrous heroism, bids him go, as she would be the last to wither his laurels. Never went forth mailed knight, followed by prayers of greater loveliness, or accompanied by the blessings of superior beauty. Their parting was a scene of woe and tenderness. The future was a blank with no lankmark that might show them where to hope. Danger and death hovered on the horizon, and gloomy uncertainty racked the present. The lover was to bear arms against his betrothed's brother, and the two friends were again to assume to each other the deadly front of war. But they parted, duty pointing to each his course. Ere the lovers seperated, however, they pledged themselves to remain faithful to each other, and, in the event of a happy reunion, to become united in wedlock. With mingled hopes and fears, the Briton hastened to his regiment, leaving a sad vacuum in the circle where he had brought so much joy, and left so much sorrow. But his noble heart was soon doomed to sink beneath a blow, that, at once, and forever, prostrated his hopes of happiness, and consigned them to the grave where lay buried his love. But a few weeks after the departure of the officer, the young lady was stricken down by an epidemic, which