which began to diffuse itself along the extremity of the peninsula. Fresh companies were placed in the columns and most of the troops were withdrawn from the meadows, leaving merely a few skirmishers to amuse the Americans who lay behind the fence. When each disposition was completed, the final signal was given to advance. Lionel had taken post in his regiment, but, marching on the skirt of the column, he commanded a view of most of the scene of battle. In his front moved a battalion reduced to a handful of men in the previous assaults; behind these came a party of the marine guards from the shipping, led by their own veteran major; and next followed the dejected Nesbitt and his corps, amongst whom Lionel looked in vain for the features of the good natured Polwarth. Similar columns marched on their right and left, encircling three sides of the redoubt by their battalions.

A few minutes brought him in full view of that humble and unfinished mound of earth for the possession of which so much blood had that day been spilt in vain. It lay, as before, still as if none breathed within its bosom, though a terrific row of dark tubes were arrayed along its top, following the movements of the approaching columns as the eyes of the imaginary charmers of our own wilderness are said to watch their victims. As the uproar of the artillery again grew fainter, the crash of falling streets and the appalling sounds of the conflagration on their left became more audible. Immense volumes of black smoke issued from the smouldering ruins, and, bellying outward fold beyond fold, it overhung the work in a hideous cloud, casting its gloomy shadow across the place of blood.

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Hurrah!" echoed a well-known voice from the silent mound. "Let them come on to Breed's: the people will teach 'em the law."

Men think at such moments with the rapidity of lightning, and Lionel had even fancied his comrades in possession of the work, when the terrible stream of fire flashed in the faces of the men in front.

"Push on with the th," cried the veteran major of marines-"push on, or the Eighteenth will get the honor of the day."

"Hurrah for the Royal Irish!" again shouted M'Fuse, rushing up the trifling ascent, which was but of little more than his own height.

"Hurrah!" repeated Pitcairn, waving his sword on another angle of the work. "The day's our own!"

One more sheet of flame issued out of the bosom of the work, and all those brave men who had emulated the examples of their officers were swept away as though a whirlwind had passed along. The grenadier gave his war-cry once more before he pitched headlong among his enemies, while Pitcairn fell back into the arms of his own child. The cry of "Forward, Forty-seventh!" rang through their ranks, and in their turn this veteran battalion gallantly mounted the ramparts. In the shallow ditch Lionel passed the expiring marine and caught the dying and despairing look from his eyes, and in another instant he found himself in the presence of his foes.

As company followed company into the defenceless redoubt the Americans sullenly retired by its rear, keeping the bayonets of the soldiers at bay with clubbed muskets and sinewy arms. When the whole issued upon the open ground, the husbandmen received a close and fatal fire from the battalions, which were now gathering around them on three sides. A scene of wild and savage confusion then succeeded to the order of the fight, and many fatal blows were given and taken, the mêlée rendering the use of firearms nearly impossible for several minutes.

Lionel continued in advance, pressing on the footsteps of the retiring foe, stepping over many a lifeless body in his difficult progress. Notwithstanding the hurry and

vast disorder of the fray, his eye fell on the form of the graceful stranger stretched lifeless on the parched grass, which had greedily drank his blood. Amid the ferocious cries and fiercer passions of the moment, the young man paused and glanced his eyes around him with an expression that said he thought the work of death should cease. At this instant the trappings of his attire caught the glaring eyeballs of a dying yeoman, who exerted his wasting strength to sacrifice one more worthy victim to the manes of his countrymen. The whole of the tumultuous scene vanished from the senses of Lionel at the flash of the musket of this man, and he sunk beneath the feet of the combatants, insensible of further triumph and of every danger.

The fall of a single officer in such a contest was a circumstance not to be regarded, and regiments passed over him without a single man stooping to inquire into his fate. When the Americans had disengaged themselves from the troops, they descended into the little hollow between the two hills swiftly and like a disordered crowd, bearing off most of their wounded and leaving but few prisoners in the hands of their foes. The formation of the ground favored their retreat, as hundreds of bullets whistled harmlessly above their heads, and by the time they gained the acclivity of Bunker distance was added to their security.

Finding the field lost, the men at the fence broke away in a body from their position and abandoned the meadows, the whole moving in confused masses behind the crest of the adjacent height. The shouting soldiery followed in their footsteps, pouring in fruitless and distant volleys; but on the summit of

Bunker their tired platoons were halted, and they beheld the throng move fearlessly through the tremendous fire that enfiladed the low pass, as little injured as though most of them bore charmed lives. The day was now drawing to a close. With the disappearance of their enemies the ships and batteries ceased their cannonade, and presently not a musket was heard in that place where so fierce a contest had so long raged. The troops commenced fortifying the outward eminence, on which they rested, in order to maintain their barren conquest; and nothing further remained for the achievement of the royal lieutenants but to go and mourn over their victory.

J. FENIMORE COOPER.

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"IN this neglected mirror (the broad frame

Of massy silver serves to testify

That many a noble matron of the house
Has sat before it) once, alas! was seen
What led to many sorrows. From that time
The bat came hither for a sleeping-place,
And he that cursed another in his heart
Said, Be thy dwelling, through the day and
night,

Shunned like Coll' alto.'

'Twas in that old pile Which flanks the cliff, with its gray battle

ments

long since

A gentle serving-maid, the fair Cristine,
Fair as a lily, and as spotless too;

None so admired, beloved. They had grown up As playfellows, and some there were that said

Some that knew much-discoursing of Cristine,

'She is not what she seems.' When unrequired,

She would steal forth, her custom, her delight,

To wander through and through an ancient

grove

nest

Hangs in the Trevisan, that thus the steward, Shaking his locks, the few that Time had left, Addressed me as we entered what was called

Like one in love with sadness; and her veil And vesture white, seen ever in that place, Ever as surely as the hours came round, Among those reverend trees, gave her below

away

By letters of great urgency to Venice, When in the glass she saw, as she believed ('Twas an illusion of the Evil One: Some say he came and crossed it at the time), A smile, a glance at parting, given and answered,

Joined as in prayer, then, like a blessed soul Bursting the tomb, springs forward, and away Flies o'er the woods and mountains. Issuing forth,

The hunter meets her in his hunting-track; The shepherd on the heath, starting, exclaims

night

The deed was done. That night, ere yet the

moon

Was up on Monte Calvo, and the wolf

Baying as still he does-oft is he heard

An hour or more, by the old turret clock

'Tis the White Lady!'"

SAMUEL ROGERS.

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.

Helping her down in her distress—to die.

TALLY WOUNDED AT CHICKAMAUGA,

"I am dying, Egypt, dying."-SHAKESPEARE.

AM dying, Egypt, dying;

Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast,
And the dark Plutonian shadows
Gather on the evening blast.
Eet thine arm. O queen, support me;
Hush thy sobs and bow thine ear: