There still remains to the admiring view, The Though strong the tie that binds thee to thy home, A stronger still, may summon thee to roam, To leave the chosen partner of thy days, And that loved spot, where blest affection's rays. Shed a mild light upon the household hearth, Relieve its woe, and sanctify its mirth. The troubled land is filled with war's alarms, And as the trumpet's onset note rings out, While rages now the hot and earnest strife, Of th' eternal Father;-there lowly kneels "But still" (she prays) "whate'er his fate may be Let nothing wean me, oh! my God from thee! Let nothing weaken that true faith I owe To thee, who ev'ry blessing did'st bestow, And if thy will no other fate allows, And Death's fell shaft must reach my warrior spouse, As brave and good men perish, may he fall, And patriot tears, bedew his honored pall, To his last hours may peaceful thoughts be given, Thy Maker's wisdom may prepare for thee, A guardian angel ever at thy side; And though black clouds should gather o'er life's sea, Though terrors come with each advancing wave, Time still rolls on :-the direful voice of war, Answers that fond Wife's meek but earnest prayers, Domestic Love endears his rural rest, And sons and daughters rise, and call him blest; And touches manhood with a reverend grace; Or else implore the good old man to tell, At last his shortened breath, and weakened frame, Soothes every pang, and watches o'er his rest; Love keeps her vigils by his sacred tomb, And plants fresh flowers around that narrow home. Thus in our childhood's hour Love watches near, Though yet Love reigns not with undoubted sway, A time in God's just providence draws near, Sages of old with Inspiration's eye, When by the forest's lord the lamb shall lay, And guileless babes unharmed with serpent's play, Come blessed hour! when war and woe shall cease, Shall rest in Joy, in Innocence, and Love! ROMANCE OF AMERICAN HISTORY.-NO. II. "So the Gen'ral's off without never a thankee," said a voice in not the best humoured tones in the world. André turned round and beheld Smithson. "Ha! boatswain," said he quickly, "you are in good time. Loose not a moment in conveying me on board the Vulture." "There are two parties to that bargain," said the man in an indifferent manner, proceeding to place his oars in bickets on the portico. "What, fellow." "Fellow not me," said the boatswain doggedly; "I am at no man's beck and bidding. I have my reasons for serving the General, but am not every man's servant you may depend. If you want to get back to your ship you have arms, and can pull an oar I reckon, as well's another body." Annoyed and irritated at the unexpected position assumed by his guide, André paced the ground a few seconds, reflecting upon his situation and deliberating on the course he should pursue; then turning to the man who was removing his thick over coat with great deliberation, he said in a tone of mild entreaty : "Smithson, my good fellow, take this gold and conduct me to your boat." "Mr. John Anderson, what Jack Smithson wont do for favor he wont do for gold. Besides I have been up all night and I want sleep. The Vulture lays full two leagues below, and it would be broad day before I could reach her. No, no, nothing less than the General's orders will make me put oar in row-lock this night." "Fatal negligence on the part of Arnold not to leave instructions to this effect," said André bitterly. Turning full upon the man he suddenly drew a pistol and levelled it at his breast-saying in a stern voice, "swear to guide me to your boat or you are a dead man." "Is this your game, ha!" said Smithson with a laugh, quickly seizing the muzzle of the pistol in his gigantic grasp and turning it upward "now Mr. Anderson if you are wise you'd best put up that play-thing, for I am not a going to be frightened at such things as them. Good night." Thus speaking, he released his hold of the pistol and entered the dwelling. Mortified at his want of success, indignant at the supposed carelessness of Arnold, and not a little alarmed at the danger of being discovered within the American lines, the young man stood still for a moment with indecision. Then approaching a light Smithson had placed in a window, he unfolded Arnold's passport, which he had not yet examined, to see to what extent it could protect him. To his surprise and infinite relief, he saw that there were two passports, one authorising him to return to New York by land, the other by water, with duplicates for Smithson, who was directed to see Mr. John Anderson safe beyond the American lines. With a face, from which all traces of anxiety had disappeared, he entered the room and placed the passports in Smithson's hands. The man read them twice over with the most annoying deliberation, and without speaking placed his own passport in his pocket, and returned the others, resumed his dreadnaught and flapped hat, walked out of the house, and gazed steadily at the eastern skies for a few seconds, when he spoke: "Mr. Anderson, it will be day-break in twenty minutes. It is no use trying to get back to the Vulture, for it's flood tide and blowing a dead head wind. The best oarsman on the Hudson, could'nt pull to her before ten o'clock, and during that time, there's no knowing what might happen to us. I would'nt like to trust myself in a boat, for there are boat-rower's along shore that little care for passports. We must ride to King's ferry just above here, and cross to Verplanck's Point, and so go down on the west side if you want to get to New York." After putting a few questions to him, André was satisfied that the danger by land was less than by the river, and that there remained no alternative but to take the land route. Hitherto he had worn his uniform concealed, even from Smithson, beneath his great coat; but he saw the danger of travelling in this manner, and the necessity of appearing simply as a plain citizen. To effect this change, it became necessary to make a confidant, in some sort, of his guide. 66 Smithson," he said, as the other was busily saddling a second horse, "if you have a worn coat I should like to exchange mine for it, as I fear the one I wear may subject me to suspicions." As he spoke he approached the light in the window, and threw open his surtout. The eyes of the man opened with surprise as they fell on the dazzling uniform of a British officer of high rank. 66 'By the twelve apostles!" he said advancing, "this is a discovery. A British officer in the-" 66 Hush, my dear fellow," said André, affecting the voice and |