PICTURE OF A REVOLUTIONARY
MOTHER.

This is my own, my native land.

SCOTT.

True wit is nature to advantage dressed.

POPE.

Mrs. Eliza Wilkinson resided during the Revolution on Yonge's island, thirty miles south of Charleston, South Carolina. She was a cheerful, witty and accomplished young widow, and a keen sufferer on account of her whig principles. Her letters, arranged by Mrs. Gilman, and published several years ago, afford a panoramic view of many dark scenes at the gloomiest period of American history, and beautifully daguerreotype her own pure and patriotic heart. A single extract will show her character. She visited the city of Charleston soon after its surrender, and witnessed the departure of her exiled friends. Referring to matters about that period, she writes: "Once 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 conquerors, sir.'

"He affected a laugh. You will never see that, madam!'

"I live in hopes, 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.'

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"I can play nothing but rebel songs.'

“Well, let us have one of them.'

"Not to-day-I cannot play -I will not play; besides, I suppose I should be put into the Provost 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 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 down

stairs. I guessed for what.

He of

fered me his hand, or rather arm, to lean upon. "Excuse me, sir,' said I; 'I will support myself if you please.'

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"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.

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"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!

666 'Yes, they are thirteen, upon my word, madam.' "Do hand it me.' He did so; I took it, and found that it was 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."

SUCCESSFUL DARING.

He stopped the fliers.

SHAKSPEARE'S CORIOLANUS.

Many years ago, while a stage was passing through Temple, New Hampshire, the driver's seat gave way, and himself and a gentleman seated with him, were precipitated to the ground. The latter was killed. The horses took fright at the noise, and ran a mile or more at full speed. Meanwhile, Miss Abigail Brown, the only inside passenger and now the sole occupant of the stage, endeavored, by speaking soothingly, to stop the horses. At length they came to a high hill, when their speed began to slacken, and Miss Brown, having previously opened the door and taken a convenient position to alight, sprang out. Not content to save her own life, but bent on acting the part of a heroine, she rushed forward, seized the leaders, turned them out of the road, and held them fast till persons whom she had passed and who had tried to stop the flying steeds, came to her relief. Had this feat, trifling as it may seem, been performed by the wife of some Roman dignitary, she would have been apotheosized and her biography inserted in Lempriere's Classical Dictionary.

WORTHY EXAMPLE OF FORGIVENESS.

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.-BAILEY.

"A worthy old colored woman in the city of New York, was one day walking along the street, on some errand to a neighboring store, with her tobacco pipe in her mouth, quietly smoking. A jovial sailor, rendered a little mischievous by liquor, came sawing down the street, and when opposite our good Phillis, saucily crowded her aside, and with a pass of his hand knocked her pipe out of her mouth. He then halted to hear her fret at his trick, and enjoy a laugh at her expense. But what was his astonishment, when she meekly picked up the pieces of her broken pipe, without the least resentment in her manner, and giving him a dignified look of mingled sorrow, kindness and pity, said, 'God forgive you, my son, as I do.' It touched a tender cord in the heart of the rude tar. He felt ashamed, condemned and repentant. The tear started in his eye; he must make reparation. He heartily confessed his error, and thrusting both hands into his two full pockets of 'change,' forced the contents upon her, exclaiming, 'God bless you, kind mother, I'll never do so again.""