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Ticonderoga, and the way in which I son like the Belgian giants; mountain meant to take Montreal. Selah! But, music in him like a Swiss; a heart pray, now that I look at you, are not you plump as Cœur de Lion's. Though born the hero I caught dodging round, in his in New England, he exhibited no trace of shirt, in the cattle-pen, inside the fort? her character. He was frank; bluff ; It was the break of day, you remem- companionable as a Pagan ; convivial; a ber."

Roman; hearty as a harvest. His spiri: " Come, Yankee," here swore the in- was essentially western; and herein is censed private; “ cease this, or I'll darn his peculiar Americanism; for the westyour old fawn-skins for ye, with the flatern spirit is, or will yet be (for no other of this sword;" for a specimen, laying it is, or can be the true American one. lashwise, but not heavily, across the cap- For the most part, Allen's manner tive's back.

while in England, was scornful and feroTurning like a tiger, the giant, catch cious in the last degree; however qualiing the steel between his teeth, wrench fied by that wild, heroic sort of levity, ed it from the private's grasp, and strik- which in the hour of oppression or peril, ing it with his manacles, sent it spinning seems inseparable from a nature like his; like a juggler's dagger into the air; say- the mode whereby such a temper best ing, “ Lay your dirty coward's iron on a evinces its barbaric disdain of adversity; tied gentleman again, and these, ” lifting and how cheaply and waggisbly it holds his handcuffed fists, " shall be the beetle the malice, even though triumphant, of of mortality to you!”

its foes! Aside from that inevitable The now furious soldier would have egotism relatively pertaining to pine struck him with all his force; but sever- trees, spires, and giants, there were, peral men of the town interposed, remind haps, two special incidental reasons for ing him that it were outrageous to attack the Titanic Vermonter's singular demean& chained captive.

or abroad. Taken captive while head"Ah," said Allen, “I am accustomed ing a forlorn hope before Montreal, he to that, and therefore I am beforehand was treated with inexcusable cruelty and with them; and the extremity of what indignity; something as if he had fallen I say against Britain, is not meant for into the hands of the Dyaks. Innmediyou, kind friends, but for my insulters, ately upon his capture he would have present and to come.” Then recogniz- been deliberately suffered to have been ing among the interposers the giver of butchered by the Indian allies, in cold the bowl, he turned with a courteous blood on the spot, had he not, with desbow, saying, “Thank you again and perate intrepidity, availed himself of his again, my good sir ; you inay not be the enormous physical strength, by twitchworse for this; ours is an unstable ing a British officer to him, and using world; so that one gentleman never him for a living target, wbirling him knows when it may be his turn to be round and round against the murderous helped of anotber."

tomahawks of the savages. Shortly afBut the soldier still making a riot, and terwards, led into the town, fenced about the coramotion growing general, a supe by bayonets of the guard, the commandrior officer stepped up, who terminated er of the enemy, one Colonel McCloud, the scene by rernanding the prisoner to flourished his cane over the captive's his cell, dismissing the towns-people, head, with brutal insults promising him with all strangers, Israel among the rest, a rebel's halter at Tyburn. During his and closing the castle gates after them. passage to England in the same ship

wherein went passenger Colonel Guy Johnson, the implacable tory, he was

kept heavily ironed in the hold, and in CHAPTER XXII.

all ways treated as a common mutineer;


wbich, though caged, was still too dread

ful to behold without fear and trembling; AMONG the episodes of the Revolu and consequent cruelty. And no wontionary War, none is stranger than that der, at least for the fear; for on one ocof Ethan Allen in England; the event casion, when chained hand and foot, he and the man being equally uncommon. was insulted on shipboard by an officer ;

Allen seems to have been a curious with his teeth he twisted off the nail combination of a Hercules, & Joe Miller, that went through the mortise of his a Bayard, and a Tom Hyer; had a per- handcuffs, and so, having his arms at

liberty, challenged his insulter to coinbat. Often, as at Pendennis Castle, when no other avengement was at hand, he would hurl on his foes such howling tempests of anathema, as fairly to shock them into retreat. Prompted by somewhat similar motives, both on shipboard and in England, he would often make the most vociferous allusions to Ticonderoga, and the part he played in its capture, well knowing, that of all American names, Ticonderoga was, at that period, by far the most famous and galling to Englishmen.

Parlor-men, dancing-masters, the graduates of the Albe Bellgarde way shrug their laced shoulders at the boisterousness of Allen in England. True, he stood upon no punctilios with his jailers; for where modest gentlemanhood is all on one side, it is a losing affair; as if my Lord Chesterfield should take off his hat, and smile, and bow, to a mad bull, in hopes of a reciprocation of politeness. When among wild beasts, if they menace you, be a wild beast. Neither is it unlikely that this was the view taken by Allen. For, besides the exasperating tendency to self-assertion which such treatment as his must have bred on a man like him, his experience must bave taught him, that by assuming the part of a jocular, reckless, and even braggart barbarian, he would better sustain himself against bullying turnkeys than by submissive quietude. Nor should it be forgotten, that besides the petty details of personal malice, the enemy violated every international usage of right and decency, in treating a distinguished prisoner of war as if he had been a Botany-Bay convict. If, at the present day, in any similar case between the saine States, the repetition of such out rages would be more than unlikely, it is only because it is among nations as among individuals: imputed indigence provokes oppression and scorn; but that same indigence being risen to opulence, receives a politic consideration even from its former insulters.

As the event proved, in the course Allen pursued, he was right. Because, though at first nothing was talked of by his captors, and nothing anticipated by himself, but his ignominious execution, or, at the least, prolonged and squalid incarceration; nevertheless, these threats and prospects evaporated, and by his facetious scorn for scorn, under the extremest sufferings, he finally wrung repentant usage from bis foes; and in

the end, being liberated from his irons, and walking the quarter-deck where before he had been thrust into the hold, was carried back to America, and in due time at New York, honorably included in a regular exchange of prisoners.

It was not without strange interest that Israel had been an eye-witness of the scenes on the Castle Green. Neither was this interest abated by the painful necessity of concealing, for the present, from his brave countryman and fellowmountaineer, the fact of a friend being nigh. When at last the throng was dismissed, walking towards the town with the rest, he heard that there were some forty or more other Americans, privates, confined on the cliff. Upon this, inventing a pretence, he turned back, loitering around the walls for any chance glimpse of the captives. Presently, while looking up at a grated embrasure in the tower, he started at a voice from it familiarly hailing him:

“ Potter, is that you? In God's pame how came you here?”

At these words, & sentry below had his eye on onr astonished adventurer. Bringing his piece to bear, he bade him stand. Next moment Israel was under arrest. Being brought into the presence of the forty prisoners, where they lay in litters of inouldy straw, strewn with gnawed bones, as in a kennel, he recognized among them one Singles, now Sergeant Singles, the man who, upon our hero's return home from his last Cape Horn voyage, he had found wedded to his mountain Jenny. Instantly a rush of emotions filled him. Not as when Damon found Pythias. But far stranger, because very different. For not only had this Shingles been an alien to Israel (so far as actual intercourse went), but impelled to it by instinct, Israel had all but detested him, as a successful, and perhaps insidious rival. Nor was it altogether unlikely that Singles had reciprocated the feeling. But now, as if the Atlantic rolled, not between two continents, but two worlds—this, and the next-these alien souls, oblivious to hate, melted down into one.

At such a juncture, it was hard to maintain a disguise; especially when it involved the seeming rejection of advances like the sergeant's. Still, converting his real amazement into affected surprise, Israel, in presence of the sentries, declared to Singles that he (Singles) must labor under some unaccountable delusion; for he (Potter) was no Yankee

rebel, thank Heaven, but a true man to on the banks of a stagnant pond, nigh a his king; in short, an honest English- rickety building, which looked like a man, born in Kent, and now serving his poorhouse, --clothing not improbably, as country, and doing what damage he he surmised, left there, on the bank, by might to her foes, by being first captain some pauper suicide. Marvel not that of a carronade on board a letter-of- he should, with avidity, seize these rags; marque, that moment in the harbor. what the suicides abandon the living

For a moment, the captive stood hug. astounded; but observing Israel more Once more in beggar's garb, the fugi. narrowly, detecting his latent look, and tive sped towards London, prompted by bethinking him of the useless peril he the same instinct which impels the had thoughtlessly caused to a country- hunted fox to the wilderness; for soliman, no doubt unfortunate as himselt, tudes befriend the endangered wild beast, Singles took his cue, and pretending sul- but crowds are the security, becapse the lenly to apologize for his error, put on a true desert of persecuted man. Among disappointed and crest-fallen air. Never the things of the capital, Israel for more theless, it was not without much diffi than forty years was yet to disappear, culty, and after many supplemental scru as one entering at dusk into a thick tinies and inquisitions from a board of wood. Nor did ever the German forest, officers before whom he was subsequently nor Tasso's enchanted one, contain in broagbt, that our wanderer was finally its depths more things of horror than permitted to quit the cliff.

eventually were revealed in the secret This luckless adventure not only clefts, gulfs, caves and dens of London. nipped in the bud a little scheme he had But here we anticipate a page. been revolving, for materially befriend. ing Ethan Allen and his cornrades, but resulted in making his further stay at Falmoutb perilous in the extreme. And

CHAPTER XXIII. as if this were not enough, next day,

ISRAEL IN EGYPT while hanging over the side, painting the hall, in trepidation of a visit from It was & grey, lowering afternoon the castle soldiers, rumor came to the that, worn-out, half-starved, and bag. ship that the man-of-war in the haven gard, Israel arrived within some ten or purposed impressing one-third of the fifteen miles of London, and saw scores letter of marque's crew; though, indeed, and scores of forlorn men engaged in a the latter vessel was preparing for a great brick-yard. recond cruise. Being on board a pri- For the inost part, brick-making is all vate armed ship, Israel had little dream- mud and mire. Where, abroad, the ed of its liability to the same govern- business is carried on largely, as to supmental hardships with the meanest mer- ply the London Market, hordes of the chantinan. Bat the system of impress poorest wretches are employed; their ment is no respecter either of pity or grimy tatters naturally adapting them to person.

an employ where cleanliness is as much His mind was soon determined. Un out of the question as with a drowned like his shipmates, braving immediate man at the bottom of the lake in the and lonely hazard, rather than wait for Dismal Swamp. a collective and ultimate one, he cun Desperate with want, Israel resolved ningly dropped himself overboard the to turn brick-maker; nor did he fear to same night, and after the narrowest risk present himself as a stranger; nothing from the muskets of the man-of-war's doubting that to such a vocation, his sentries (whose gangways be had to rags would be accounted the best letterspass), succeeded in swimming to shore, of-introduction. where he fell exhausted, but recovering, To be brief, he accosted ono of the Sed inland; doubly hunted by the many surly overseers, or task-masters of thought, that whether as an Englishman, the yard, who with no few pompous or whether as an American, he would, airs, finally engaged him at six shillings if cacght, be now equally subject to en a week; almost equivalent to a dollar slavernent.

and a half. He was appointed to one of Shortly after the break of day, hav- the mills for grinding up the ingredients. ing gained many miles, he succeeded in This mill stood in the open air. It was ridding himself of his seaman's cloth- of a rude, primitive, Eastern aspect; coning, baving found some mouldy old ragssisting of a sort of hopper, emptying into

a barrel-shaped receptacle. In the barrel was a clumsy machine turned round at its axis by a great bent beam, like a well-sweep, only it was horizontal; to this beam, at its outer end, a spavined old horse was attached. The muddy mixture was shovelled into the hopper by spavined-looking old men; while trudging wearily round and round the spavined old horse ground it all up till it slowly squashed out at the bottom of the barrel, in a doughy compound, all ready for the moulds. Where the dough squeezed out of the barrel, a pit was sunken, so as to bring the mould er here stationed down to a level with the trough, into which the dough fell. Israel was assigned to this pit. Men came to him continually, reaching down rude wooden trays, divided into compartments, each of the size and shape of a brick. With a flat sort of big ladle, Israel slapped the dough into the trays from the trough; then, with a bit of smooth board scraped the top even, and handed it up. Half buried there in the pit, all the time handing those desolate trays, poor Israel seemed some gravedigger, or church-yard man, tucking away dead little innocents in their coffins on one side, and cunningly disintering them again to resurrectionists stationed on the other.

Twenty of these melancholy old mills were in operation. Twenty heart-broken old horses, rigged out deplorably in castoff old cart harness, incessantly tugged at twenty great shaggy beams; while from twenty half-burst old barrels, twenty wads of mud, with a lava-like course, gouged out into twenty old troughs, to be slapped by twenty tattered men, into the twenty-times-twenty battered old trays.

Ere entering his pit for the first, Israel had been struck by the dismally devil-may-care gestures of the moulders. But hardly had he himself been a moulder three days, when his previous sedateness of concern at his unfortunate lot, began to conform to the reckless sort of half jolly despair expressed by the others. The truth indeed was, that this continual, violent, helter-skelter slapping of the dough into the moulds, begat a corresponding disposition in the moulder; who, by heedlessly slapping

that sad dough, as stuff of little worth, was thereby taught, in his meditations, to slap, with similar heedlessness, his own sadder fortunes, as of still less vital consideration. To these muddy philosophers, men and bricks were equally of clay. What signifies who we be-dukes or ditchers? thought the moulders; all is Vanity and clay. So slap, slap, slap; care-free and negligent; with bitter unconcern, these dismal desperadoes flapped down the dough. If this recklessness were vicious of them, be it so; but their vice was like that weed which but grows on barren ground; enrich the soil, and it disappears.

For thirteen weary weeks, lorded over by the taskmasters, Israel toiled in his pit. Though this condemned him to a sort of earthy dungeon, or grave-digger's hole while he worked ; yet even when liberated to his meals, naught of a cheery nature greeted him. The yard was encanaped, with all its endless rows of tented sheds, and kilns, and mills, upon a wild waste moor, belted round by bogs and fens. The blank horizon, like a rope, coiled round the whole.

Sometimes the air was harsh and bleak; the ridged and mottled sky looked scourged; or cramping fogs set in from sea, for leagues around, ferreting out each rheumatic human bone, and racking it; the sciatic limpers shivered ; their agnish rags sponged up the mists. No shelter, though it hailed. The sheds were for the bricks. Unless, indeed, according to the phrase, each man was a “brick," which, in sober scripture, was the case; brick is no bad name for any son of Adam; Eden was but a brickyard; what is a mortal but a few luckless shovelfuls of clay, moulded in a mould, laid out on a sheet to dry, and ere long quickened into his queer caprices by the sun ? Are not men built into communities just like bricks into a wall ? Consider the great wall of China: ponder the great populace of Pekin. As man serves bricks, so God him; building him up by billions into the edifices of his purposes. Man attains not to the nobility of a brick, unless taken in the aggregate. Yet is there a difference in brick, whether quick or dead; which, for the last, we now shall see.

To be concluded in our next.)


"There be many witches at this day in Lapland who sell winds to mariners, and they must needs go whom the devil drives.”—Fuller's Holy and Profano State.

“Old woman, old woman, whither so high po
" To sweep the cobwebs from the sky."

MANY years ago, on the old stageDI road leading from Boston to Plymnoath, just out of Weymouth into Hing. bam, there lived an old woman who went by the name of Sue Ward.

Where she came from no one knew Some years before the time of which we write, she had taken up her abode in an old house which had been deserted by its former owner, and there she dweltall alone, & perfect mystery to the gossips of the neighborhood. She managed to get a living by doing all sorts of odd jobs for the people of the village; by koitting now and then a pair of stockings; by spinning a few knots of yarn, or going out as nurse for the sick. The villagers also, at first, were quite kind to her. But after a while they began to weary of being benevolent to so mysterious a being. All plotting and ques. tioning to ascertain her former life failed to produce any effect, save a stubborn refusal to gratify curiosity, and slight fiasbes of anger, which all inquirers agreed boded no good.

Although the time of which we write was after the excitement concerning the Salem witches, yet belief in such beings had not wholly died away, especially among the older portion of the coramunity. Could they not quote the Bible and the godly Mr. Mather in support of their doctrine ?

By-and-by strange stories began to be circulated concerning old Sue Ward. It was said, that being vexed by Deacon Burr, she gave utterance to a muttered curse, and the next morning the deacon's best heifer was found dead, in such a strange position, that nobody but the devil could have brought her there. Then, as Mistress Ward was walking home one cold night, uncle Joshua overtook her in his nice new wagon. She asked him to carry her home, as she was tired. Bat he replied he could not, as it was rather off his road, and he was in a hurry. “ May you be longer reach ing horne than I am," exclaimed she, and but a moment afterwards his horse fell, broke both sbafts to the wagon, and what was worse, his own leg.

These stories, somewhat magnified,

perhaps, in the telling, were soon in the mouth of every one in the village. Soon they spoke of her no longer as Mistress Ward, or old Sue Ward. She possessed the three great requisites for a witch of that time.

I. She was old.
II. She was ugly.
III. She was poor.

With such an evil suspicion hanging about her, it is no wonder that many who had forinerly befriended, now avoided her. Even the little children, having heard the mysterious talk of their parents, as they passed her in the streets, clasped one another's hands more tightly, and, gazing at her with halffrightened looks, went hurriedly on, though some of the larger boys would sometimes shout after her.

Matters were thus, as one wild windy November night, old Sue sat by her fire in her lonely hut. She had been out to gather the faggots of which the fire was built, and meeting some rude boys on her return, they had taunted her with unseemly words. Not often would such words have affected her so much. But as the screaming wind howled through the branches of the forest, and she heard the moanings of the dying autumn, thinking all the while that she knew not where to look for help through the coming winter, what wonder that she felt like cursing the day in which she was born?

She did curse it most bitterly. Her wicked, withered old heart was lifting itself up in blasphemy, as she sat by her fire that night, and gazed intently into its flames as they lightened up her miserable rooin.

“ Why can't I die ?” muttered she to herself. “As if seventy years of sorrow, seventy years of sin, wasn't enough for one mortal! Doesn't the Bible say that three score years and ten are the limits of life? Why should I live longer? I, without friends, with none of the comforts which belong to age, old, poor, miserable, half-starved and cold ?" and she drew up closer to the fire, and continued.

“I would drown myself, but the water

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