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were made with the militia, a real attack was made on Spring Hill battery, just as daylight appeared, with two columns, consisting of 3,500 French troops, 600 continentals, and 350 of the inhabitants of Charleston. The principal of these columns, commanded by Count D'Estaing and General Lincoln, marched up boldly to the lines, but a heavy and well directed fire from the galleys threw the front of the column into confusion. The places of those who fell being instantly supplied by others, it still moved on until it reached a redoubt, where the contest became more fierce and desperate. Captain Tawse fell in defending the gate of his redoubt, with his sword plunged in the body of the third assailant whom he had slain with his own hand, and a French and an American standard were for an in. stant planted on the parapet, but the assailants, after sustaining the enemy's fire fifty-five minutes, were ordered to retreat. Of the French, 637,and of the continentals and militia, 241 'were killed or wounded. Immediately after this unsuccessful assault, the militia almost universally went to their homes, and Count D'Estaing, reembarking his troops and artillery, left the continent.
The following inscriptions are from monuments in the ancient burial ground in Savannah, within the limits of the city:
Consecrated to the memory of Doctp.. NOBLE WIMBERLEY JONES, who died January 9th, 1805. He was born in England, came over with General Oglethorpe, in the year 1733, at the first settlement of this state. He served as cadet officer in Oglethorpe's regiment during the wars with the Spaniards and Indians. At that period acquired his professional education, afterward, under the immediate direction of his father, Dr. Noble Jones, the friend, companion and fellow laborer of Oglethorpe. He was among the earliest and most strenuous asserters of the Liberties of his adopted country, and filled not only the professional but the most important civil departments, with inuch honor to himself, and the highest benefit and satisfaction to the community. The warm Friend, the patient, judicious and successful Physician, the firm Patriot, the most affectionate Husband and Parent, and humble and sincere Christian. In the midst of usefulness and vigorous old age, he died, as he had lived, without fear and reproach. This monument has been erected by the filial gratitude of his surviving son, as a tribute to virtue.
Sir Patrick Houstoun, Baronet, President of His Majesty's Council of Georgia, died February, 1762, aged 64. Lady Houstoun, bis widow, died 26th of February, 1775, aged 60.
This tablet records the death of Major John BERRIAN, who departed this life et Savannah, November 6, 1815, in the 56th year of his age. In early youth he drew his sword in defence of his country, and served with reputation in the war of the reyolution. He was an upright citizen, and exemplary in all the relations of social life. His disconsolate wife and afflicted children have erected this tribute to his memory, in bumble hope that he rests in peace in the bosom of his Heavenly Father.
To the memory of APOLLOS G. HARRISON, teacher in the Savannah Academy, native of Princeton, New Jersey, who died 23d of April, 1815, aged 21 years. This stone is erected by his Female scholars: the testimony of their esteem; the token of their friendship; the merit of his worth.
Calm shall he slumber in this dark repose
HENRY KOLLOCK, D. D., pastor, of the Independent Presbyterian church in the city of Savannah, a most learned and faithful oun of the Gospel. For Virtue, Eloquence, Science and Letters, widely distinguished. Long conversant with men and things, ho forgot nothing but injuries; and, leaving behind him a bright example of Christian charity, yielded up his spirit to the Lord, amid the tears of the whole city, on the 29th of December, 1819, aged 41 years. This memorial is erected by his grateful congregation.
Sacred to the memory of DENNIS L. COTTINEAU DE KERLOUGEN, native of Nantes (France), formerly a lieutenant in his late most Christian majesty's Navy, Knight of the Royal and Military order of St. Louis, Capt. commanding a ship-of-war of the United States during their revolution, and a member of the Cincinnati Society. Obit. Novr. 8th, 1808, Æ. 63 years. And, also, of Achilles J. M. Cottineau de Kerlougen, his son, July 11th, 1812, Æ. 22 years.
Sacred to the memory of Joan P. ARNAUD, who died on the 4th of Sept., 1834, in the 83d year of his age. He was a native of France, and one of those brave volunteers from that country who fought and bled to achieve and establish the Independence of the United States. Sacred to the memory of Lucy C. SWARBRECK, who died in the 4th year of her age.
Rest, here, blest daughter, wait thy Master's will,
Then rise, unchanged, and be an angel still. The following inscription is from a monument in the new burial ground uear the south-western part of the city:
Sacred to the memory of Dr. Levi MYERS, æt. 56, a skillful and humano physician, benevolent in his feelings to all mankind, firm in his friendship, affectionate as a parent and a husband, dutiful as a son, kind as a master. ... And of his wife, Mrs. Frances Myers, æt. 44.
... And of their daughters, Elizabeth, æt. 22; Hesse, aged 20 ; Theodosia, æt.
And of their son, Julian, æt. 13, were, with their domestics, swept away from their summer residence at North Inlet, in the destructive gale of the 27th September, 1822. The ashes of the mother repose here; the overwhelming ocean retain the rest. All their puro spirits dwell in the bosom of their God. Mysterious are the ways of Heaven! To bow submissively to its decrees is the duty of man.
“The vicinity of Savannah, though flat, is exceedingly picturesque along the many pleasant drives, and by the banks of the river and its tributary
brooks, leading everywhere through noble avenues of the live oaks, the bay, the magnolias, the orange, and a hundred other beautiful evergreen trees, shrubs and vines. The cemetery of Buonaventura, close by, is a wonderful place. It was originally a private estate, laid out in broad avenues, radiating from a central point in all directions. These avenues are now grand forest aisles, lined with live oaks of immense size, their dense leafage mingling overhead, and the huge lateral branches trailing upon the ground with their own and the superadded weight of
the heavy festoons of the pendan The spot of the roscuo of the prisoners,
Spanish moss. A beautiful, solemu home for the dead are the shades of these green forest aisles. The endles: cypress groves of the 'silent cities' by the Bosphorous are not more imi pressive than the intricate web of these still forest walks."
Jasper's Spring, the scene of a brave and famous exploit of the war time lies near the Augusta road, two miles and a half from the city westward, The spring is a fountain of purest water, in the midst of a marshy spot, cov. ered with rank shrubbery, at the edge of a forest of oak and pine trees. The interest of the place is in its association only. The exploit, as told by Weems, in his Life of Marion, was one of the most attractive of revolutionary incidents to the youth of a former generation, by whom Weems' half romance and half fact biographies were universally read. We copy here the story, as told by the enthusiastic biographer, from the narrative given him by Horry:
In the spring of 1779, Marion and myself, says Horry, were sent with our commands to Purysburg, to reinforce General Lincoln, who was there on his way to attack the British in Savannah, which a few months before had fallen into their hands. As the Count D'Estaing, who was expected to co-operate in this affair, had
not yet arrived, General Lincoln thought it advisable to entrench and wait for him.
While we were lying at Purysburg, a couple of young men of our regiment achieved an act generosity and courage which, in former days, would have laid the ground-work of a heroic romance. One of the actors in this extraordinary play was the brave Sergeant Jasper, whose name will forever be dear to the friends of American liberty.
Jasper had a brother who had joined the British, and held the rank of sergeant in their garrison at Ebenezer. Never man was truer to his country than Jasper, yet was his heart so warm that he loved his brother, though a tory, and actually went over to see him. His brother was exceedingly alarmed at sight of him, lest he should be seized and hung up at once as a spy, for his name was well known to many of the British officers. But Jasper begged him not to give himself much trouble on that head, for, said be, “I am no longer an American soldier." “Well
, thank God for that, William,” replied his brother, giving him a hearty shake by the hand. “And now, only say the word, my boy, and here is a commission for you, with regimentals and gold to boot, to fight for his majesty.'
Jasper shook his head and observed, that though there was but little encouragement to fight for his country, yet he could not find it in his heart to fight against her. And there the conversation ended.
After staying with his brother some two or three days, inspecting and hearing all he could, he took leave, and, by a round about, returned to camp and told General Lincoln all that he had seen. Having wasted several weeks longer of tiresome idleness, and no news of the French feet, Jasper took it into his head to make another trip to Ebenezer. On this occasion he did not, as before, go alone, but took with him his particular friend, Sergeant Newton, son of an old Baptist preacher, and a young fellow, for strength and courage, just about a good match for Jasper himself. He was received, as usual, with great cordiality by his brother, to whom he introduced his friend Newton, and spent several days in the British fort, without giving the least alarm. On the morning of the third day his brother had some bad news to tell him. “Aye! what is it?'' he asked; what is it?''
Why," replied his brother, “ here are some ten or a dozen American prisoners, brought in this morning, as deserters from Savannah, whither they are to be sent immediately; and, from what I can learn, it will be apt to hard with them, for it seems they have all taken the king's bounty." "Let's see 'em,” said Jasper; "let's see 'em!'' So his brother took him and Newton to see them. And indeed it was a mournful sight to behold them, where they sat, poor fellows! all hand-cuffed, on the ground. But all pity of them was forgot soon as the eye was turned to a far more doleful sight hard by, which was a young woman, wife of one of the prison. ers, with her child, a sweet little boy of about five years old. The name of this lady was Jones. Her humble garb showed her to be poor, but her deep distress, and sympathy for her unfortunate husband, showed that she was rich in that pure conjugal love that is more precious than all gold.
She generally sat on the ground opposite to her husband, with her little boy leaning on her lap, and her coal black hair spreading in long neglected tresses on her neck and bosom. And thus in silence she sat, a statue of grief, sometimes with her eyes hard fixed upon the earth, like one lost in thought, sighing and groaning the while as if her heart would burst; then starting, as from a reverie, she would dart her eager eyes, red with weeping, on her husband's face, and there would gaze, with looks so piercing sad, as though she saw him struggling in the halter, herself a widow and her son an orphan. Straight her frame would begin to shake with the rising agony, and her face to change and swell; then, with eyes swimming in tears, she would look around upon us all, for pity and for help, with cries sufficient to melt the heart of a demon; while the child, seeing his father's hands fast bound and his mother weeping, added to the distressing scene by his artless cries and tears.
The brave are always tender-hearted. It was so with Jasper and Newton, two of the most undaunted spirits that ever lived. They walked out in the neighboring wood. The tear was in the eye of both. Jasper first broke silence. “Newton, said he, “my days have been but few, but I believe their course is nearly done.'
“Why so, Jasper ?” “Why, I feel,” said he, “that I must rescue these poor prisoners or die with them; otherwise, that woman and her child will haunt me to my grave.” “Well, that is exactly what I feel too,” replied Newton; "and here is my hand and heart to stand by you, my brave friend, to the last drop. Thank God, a man can die but once, and there is not so much in this life that a man need be afraid to leave it, especially when he is in the way of his duty.”. The two friends then embraced with great cordiality, while each read in the other's countenance that immortal fire which beams from the eyes of the brave, when resolved to die or conquer in some glorious cause. Immediately after breakfast, the prisoners were sent on for Savannah, under a guard of a sergeant and corporal, with eight men. They had not been gone long before Jasper, acccompanied by his friend Newton, took leave of his brother, and set out on some errand to the upper country. They had scarcely, however, got out of sight of Ebenezer before they struck into the piny woods, and pushed hard after the prisoners and their guard, whom they closely dogged for several miles, anxiously watching an opportunity to make a blow. But, alas! all hopes of that sort seemed utterly extravagant; for what could give two men a chance to contend against ten, especially when there was found no weapon in the hands of the two; while the ten, each man was armed with his loaded musket and bayonet. But, unable to give up their countrymen, our heroes still followed on.
About two miles from Savannah there is a famous spring, generally called the Spa, well known to travelers, who often turn in hither to quench their thirst. "Perhaps,” said Jasper," the guard may stop there.". Then hastening on by a near cut through the woods, they gained the Spa, as their last hope, and their concealed themselves among the bushes that grew abundantly around the spring.
Presently the mournful procession came in sight, headed by the sergeant, who, on coming opposite the spring, ordered a halt. Hope sprung afresh in our heroes' bosoms, strong throbbing, too, no doubt, with great alarms, for “it was a fearful odds." The corporal, with his guard of four men, conducted the prisoners to the spring, while the sergeant, with the other four, having ground their arms near the road, brought up the rear. The prisoners, wearied with their long walk, were permitted to rest themselves on the earth. Poor Mrs. Jones, as usual, took her seat opposite to her husband, and her little boy, overcome by fatigue, fell asleep in her lap. Two of the corporal's men were ordered to keep guard, and the other two to give the prisoners drink out of their canteens. These last approached the spring, where our heroes lay concealed, and, resting their muskets against a pine tree, dipped up water, and, having drank themselves, turned away, with replenished canteens, to give the prisoners, also. “Now, Newton, is our time !” said Jasper. Then bursting, like two lions, from their concealment, they snatched up the two muskets that were rested against the pine, and, in an instant, shot down the two soldiers that kept guard. And now the question was, who should first get the muskets that had just fallen from the hands of the slain; for by this time the sergeant and corporal, a couple of brave Englishmen, recovering from their momentary panic, had sprung and seized upon the muskets; but, before they could use them, the strong, swift-handed Americans, with clubbed guns, leveled each at the head of his brave antagonist the final blow. The tender bones of the skull gave way beneath the furious strokes, and, with wide scattered blood and brains, down they sunk, pale and quivering, to the earth without a groan. Then snatching up the guns which had thus, a second time, fallen from the hands of the slain, they flew between the surviving enemy and ordered them to surrender, which they instantly did.
Having called the prisoners to them, they quickly, with the point of their bayo nets, broke off their hand-cuffs and gave each of them a musket.
At the commencement of the fray, poor Mrs. Jones, half frightened to death, had fallen to the ground in a swoon, with her little son piteously screaming over her. But when she came to herself, and saw her husband and friends around her, all freed from their fetters and well' armed, she looked and behaved like one frantic with joy. She sprung to her husband's bosom, and, with her arms around his neck, sobbed out, "Oh, bless God! bless God! my husband is safe; my husband is not hung yet.” Then snatching up her child, and straining him to her soul as if
she would have pressed him to death, she cried out, “O praise ! praise ! praise God for ever! my son has a father yet!” Then wildly darting round her eyes in quest of her deliverers, she exclaimed, "Where, where are those blessed angels that God sent to save my husband ?''
Directing her eyes to Jasper and Newton, where they stood like two youthful Sampsons, in the full flowing of their locks, she ran and fell on her knees before them, and, seizing their hands, kissed and pressed them to her bosom, crying out vehemently, "dear angels ! dear angels! God bless you! God Almighty bless you forever!"
Then instantly, for fear of being overtaken by the enemy, our heroes snatched the arms and regimentals of the slain, and with their friends and captive foes, recrossed the Savannah, and in safety rejoined our army at Purysburg, to the inexpressihle astonishment and joy of us all.
View of the City Hall and Monument, at Augusta. AUGUSTA, the second city of Georgia in population and importance, is on the S. W. bank of the Savannah River, 92 miles N. E. from Milledgeville; 120 N. N. W. from Savannah, and 136 N. W. from Charleston. is regularly laid out and well built, with broad streets which intersect each other at right angles, and several of them are beautifully ornamented with shade trees. The principal business street is very wide, a mile or more in length, compactly built on both sides with elegant shops, stores, and other buildings for its whole extent. Augusta enjoys great facilities for commercial intercourse, being connected by railroads with Savannah and Charleston, and also with the interior by several railroads which center here. It also has a steamboat communication with Savannah. Another cause of its prosperity, is the Augusta canal constructed in 1845. It is nine miles in length, and brings the waters of the Savannah River, some 35 or 40 feet above the level of the city. By the water power thus obtained, factories, shops, etc., have been put in successful operation. Among the prominent public buildings are the City Hall, with the monument in front, the Masonic Hall