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'Tis he who makes no loud pretence,
But like the silent dews of heaven,
Can blessings all unasked dispense,

In noiseless acts of kindness given.

"T is he who, through life's checkered ways,
When sun-bright scenes, or clouds appear,
With warm affection, still displays
A heart unchanged, a soul sincere.

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During the invasion of Provost, while the British army kept possession of the seaboard, a Hessian battalion occupied the house and plantation of Mr. Robert Gibbes, on the banks of the Stono. To excite general alarm, and more particularly to annoy the post, two galleys from Charleston, ascending the river in the night time, unexpectedly opened a heavy fire of grape and round shot on the house and neighboring encampment.

The family, who had been allowed to remain in some of the upper apartments, were now ordered to quit the premises, and Mr. Gibbes, a martyr to infirmity, and his numerous family, set out, at midnight, for an adjoining plantation. When beyond the reach of the shot, which had incessantly passed over the heads of the party, an inquiry being made respecting the safety of the children, it was found, that, in the hurry and terror of the moment, a distant relation, a boy as yet in early infancy, had been left behind.

The servants were entreated to return for him, but refused; and he must have been left to his fate, had not the heroism and affection of Miss Mary Anna Gibbes, then but thirteen years old, inspired her with

courage to fly to his rescue. The darkness of the night was profound; yet she returned alone, the distance being fully a mile; and, after a long refusal, having, by tears and entreaties, obtained admission from the sentinel, ascended to the third story.

There she found the child, and carried him off in safety, though frequently covered with the dirt thrown up by the shot, and greatly terrified by their constant approach to her person. Public gratitude is due to this intrepid action, since the gallant Lieutenant Colonel Fenwick, so much distinguished by his services in the late war, was the person saved.

LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHTH.
Address to Science.

Sun of the soul! thy beams unveil!
Let others spread the daring sail,
On fortune's faithless sea;
While, undeluded, happier, I
From the vain tumult timely fly,
And sit in peace with thee.

Hail, queen of manners! light of truth!
Hail! charm of age, and guide of youth;
Sweet refuge of distress:

In business thou, exact, polite,
Thou giv'st retirement its delight,
Prosperity its grace.

Of wealth, power, freedom, thou the cause!
Foundress of orders, cities, laws,

Of arts inventress thou!

Without thee, what were human kind!

How vast their wants, their thoughts how blind!
Their joys, how mean, how few!

LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINTH

Mrs. Thomas Heyward.

An order having been issued for a general illumi nation, to celebrate the supposed victory at Guilford, the front of the house occupied by Mrs. Heyward and her sister, Mrs. George Abbot Hall, remained in darkness. Indignant at so decided a mark of disrespect, an officer (I hope, for the sake of humanity, and the honor of the military character, unauthorized) forced his way into her presence, and sternly demanded of Mrs. Heyward, "How dare you disobey the order which has been issued? why, madam, is not your house illuminated?"

"Is it possible for me, sir," replied the lady, with perfect calmness, "to feel a spark of joy? Can.I celebrate the victory of your army, while my husband remains a prisoner at St. Augustine?" "That," rejoined the officer, "is a matter of little consequence; the last hopes of rebellion are crushed by the defeat of Greene: you shall illuminate." "Not a single light," replied the lady, "shall be placed with my consent, on such an occasion, in any window in the house."

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Then, madam, I will return with a party, and, before midnight, level it to. the ground." "You have power to destroy, sir, and seem well disposed to use it; but over my opinions you possess no control. I disregard your menaces, and resolutely declare, I will not illuminate." Would to God that I could name the man capable of thus insulting a helpless female, that I might hold him up to the scorn of the world! Mrs. Heyward was graceful and majestic in person, beautiful in countenance, angelic in disposition: none but a ruffian could have treated her with indignity.

On the anniversary of the surrender of Charleston, May 12th, 1781, an illumination was again demanded,

in testimony of joy for an event so propitious to the cause of Britain. Mrs. G. A. Hall, who labored under a wasting disease, lay at the point of death. Again Mrs. Heyward refused to obey. Violent anger was excited, and the house was assailed by a mob, with brickbats, and every species of nauseating trash that could offend or annoy. Her resolution remained unshaken; and, while the tumult continued, and shouts and clamor increased indignity, Mrs. Hall expired.

I would mention, to the honor of the town, Major Fraser, that he waited on Mrs. Heyward, and, strongly expressing his regret for the indignities that had been offered her, requested permission to repair the damage done to the house; but she resolutely refused, assuring him that, though sensible of his attention, and thankful for it, the efforts of the ruling authorities to obliterate the recollection of insults which they ought to have prevented, could not avail: she could forgive, but never forget them.

LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND FORTIEHTH.

Mental Riches.

'T is a region half unknown,
That has treasures of its own,
More remote from public view
Than the bowels of Peru:
Broader 't is, and brighter far
Than the golden Indies are:
Never, never would she buy
Indian dust, or Tyrian dye;
Never trade abroad for more,
If she saw her native store:
If her inward worth were known,
She might ever live alone

LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIRST

Mrs. Richard Shubrick.

Here was, indeed, a heroine to be proud of. Her eyes sparkled with feeling and vivacity, while her countenance so plainly bespoke her kindness and benevolence, that sorrow and misfortune__instinctively sought shelter under her protection. There was an appearance of personal debility about her, that rendered her peculiarly interesting; it seemed to solicit the interest of every heart, and the man would have felt himself degraded, who would not have put his life at hazard to serve her. Yet, when firmness of character was requisite, when fortitude was called for, to repel the encroachments of aggression, there was not a more intrepid being in existence. I will present a nobie instance of it.

An American soldier, flying from a party of the enemy, sought her protection, and was promised it. The British, pressing close upon him, insisted that he should be delivered up, threatening immediate and universal destruction, in case of refusal. The ladies, her friends and companions, who were in the house with her, shrunk from the contest, and were silent; but, undaunted by their threats, this intrepid lady placed herself before the chamber into which the unfortunate fugitive had been conducted, and resolutely said, "To men of honor, the chamber of a lady should be as sacred as the sanctuary! I will defend the passage to it, though I perish. You may succeed, and enter it, but it shall be over my corpse." If muskets were only placed in the hands of few such women, "said the officer, 'our only safety would be found in retreat. Your intrepidity, madam, gives you security; from me you shall meet no further annoyance."

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