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 Fresh companies were placed in the columns and most of the troops were withdrawn from the meadows, leaving merely a few skirmishers to amuse the Americans who lay behind the fence.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 batalions.

A strong column was now seen ascending as if from out the burning town, and the advance of the whole became quick and spirited. A low call ran through the platoons to note the naked weapons of their adversaries, and it was followed by the cry' of "To the bayonet! to the bayonet!"

"Hurrah for the Royal Irish!" shouted M'Fuse, at the head of the dark column. from the conflagration.

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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."

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We cannot," murmured the soldiers of the -th; "their fire is too heavy."

"Then break and let the marines pass through you.'

The feeble battalion melted away, and the warriors of the deep, trained to conflicts of hand to hand, sprang forward with a loud shout in their places.

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 Americans, exhausted of their ammuthe artillery again grew fainter, the crash of nition, now sunk sullenly back, a few hurling falling streets and the appalling sounds of stones at their foes in desperate indignation. the conflagration on their left became more The cannon of the British had been brought audible. Immense volumes of black smoke to enfilade their short breast work, which was issued from the smouldering ruins, and, no longer tenable, and as the columns apbellying outward fold beyond fold, it over-proached closer to the low rampart it be hung the work in a hideous cloud, casting, came a mutual protection to the adverse its gloomy shadow across the place of blood. parties.

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

"Hurrah for the Royal Irish!" again | vast disorder of the fray, his eye fell or shouted M'Fuse, rushing up the trifling the form of the graceful stranger stretched ascent, which was but of little more than lifeless on the parched grass, which had his own height. 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.

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

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 soidiery followed in their footsteps, pouring in fruitless and distant volleys; but on the summit of

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Flung here and there, and like an eagle's Self-planted halfway down, losing herself 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

The name of The White Lady. But the Under the chapel; and there nightly now,

The count, her lord, was hastening, called Shuddering, her eyes uplifted and her hands

That turned her blood to gall. That very For still she bears the name she bore of old

They led her forth, the unhappy lost Cristine, WRITTEN IN HOSPITAL, WHILE LYING MOR

And warm with life, her youthful pulses Hearken to the great heart-secrets