mined in your minds the course which you are bereafter to pursue. To-day's battle has not only covered you and the other gallant troops, who are among us, with glory and honour; it has not only saved our frontier from any future dread of the savages, but it will have the further effect of strengthening our party in opposition to the more formidable enemy, Governor Berkeley. It now only remains for us to return home, and by a prudent course of conduct to confirm those privileges to our benefit, which we have wrested from the selfish grasp of our rulers. At to-morrow's dawn, then, we march to our homes, secure our prisoners and disband our forces. It will be sufficient time to re-assemble when the old Governor shall have again collected a force to crush us."

This speech was received with loud acclamations by those within the tent, and was readily caught by the melancholy band upon the outside, who echoed it by a shout of triumph that rung through the forest like the sounding of a thousand trumpets. Even the Indians seemed to participate in the feeling of triumph, conquered as they were, and chimed in the general burst with the terrific screaming of the warwhoop. The commander grasped the hands of his faithful followers, and gave them a most heart-cheering compliment on their ready compliance with his wishes. "Good night to you," he exclaimed; 66 may the guardian spirit of our cause continue to animate you to perseverance; and should we fall, let us do so with our faces to our foes." The officers were slowly retiring, and the General having laid his cloak upon the earth, was preparing to re

pose for the night, when the whole company was thrown into confusion by the sudden rushing in of a messenger covered with dust, and bloody with spurring, who, advancing to the General, threw a packet into his hands and rushed out of the tent. Having burst the seals, the commander proceeded to discuss the contents of this strange and unexpected epistle: at the first glance which he gave it, the deep flush which exercise and animated feeling had given to his countenance subsided, and a death-like paleness succeeded. As he continued to read, his features assumed the utmost sternness and severity, and by degrees contracted into an expression almost convulsive. Suddenly springing from his feet, he exclaimed, "To arms, to arms, you victims of treachery, you betrayed subjects of the most deadly villainy! Hasten to your troops, officers, and assemble them in column. Guard well your prisoners, and await the morning's earliest dawn. But stay, till I explain. Sir William Berkeley has assembled a fresh force of several hundred men and returned to Jamestown; the villainy of Larimore, and the cunning of Ludwell, have given him the command of our fleet. Ere now he has hoisted the royal flag, and our partizans at home are suffering under the effects of the most deadly vengeance which the Governor can inflict." The officers immediately retired, and the news of the Governor's arrival spread like wild fire among the troops, and at once the drums beat to arms and the bugles sounded their wildest notes of defiance. The whole party was at once engaged in furbishing their

arms and making preparations for the next day's march to Jamestown.

In the mean time, the young Insurgent Chief was a prey to all the disappointed feelings which a sudden prostration of his warmest hopes could afford. He at once saw, that unless the Governor was driven from Jamestown, unless the Colonial power was re-established in his own hands, his fate was sealed. He paced the floor of his tent with the most rapid and uneasy strides, until his feelings were aroused to the highest pitch of desperation. He recalled the fate of his kinsman and uncle who had perished by the heads-man's axe in the reign of Elizabeth; he thought upon the vindictive nature of the Governor, now rendered, doubtless, more and more relentless, from the consciousness of his superiority. He cursed the black treachery of his naval commander, who had in one dark hour forever deprived him of the supremacy which he had possessed in naval strength. The lamp gave but a faint and uncertain glare through the tent, and the silence which after some hours reigned upon the outside, seemed like the ominous stillness which precedes the burst of a tempest. Bacon looked out upon the scene with mingled feelings of bitterness and pride: there lay his gallant army, who had just gained a victory which would class him among the first heroes of the age; there lay the dead bodies of his enemy mingled in dark and mouldering masses through the forest. Here he himself stood, the head and heart of the successful revolt against the oppressive government which had borne with a heavy

hand upon the liberties and lives of the Provincials; the leader of the band of warriors before him, but one moment before flushed with victory and anticipations of future peace and happiness, but now quailing beneath the dread of his prostrated enemy's vengeance.

The last thought stung him to the quick, and with a feeling of shame for having indulged it, he walked forth into the open air to inhale the coolness of the evening, as the heat of the day and the excitement of his feelings had caused "the pulse's maddening throb" to rebound in his bosom. He seated himself upon a log on the brow of the eminence and sat in a deep reverie; the full moon had arisen to the centre of the skies, and shed its softest and most mellow hues over the unbounded expanse. The burning fort had ceased to blaze, and nought but a dense, heavy smoke designated its situation; the sentry's song had ceased, and every soldier and Indian warrior seemed to have unanimously agreed to bury their animosities in the grave of slumber. Bacon gazed upon the scene until the current of his thoughts was completely changed; the image of his beloved Clara, the wife of his bosom, with all the enrapturing accompaniments of home and of kindred, flitted in rapid succession across his mind. He thought upon the feelings of his beloved partner during his perilous absence; of the deep anxiety with which she must listen to every ill report or flattering tale, which would reach her concerning his welfare; he thought upon the bloody fate which awaited him, should he fail in restoring his power; he feared not

death, but the reflections of the misery which he must entail upon the warm-hearted girl who had accompanied him across the stormy seas in defiance of a father's curse, and the dangers of the wilderness; of the death-like agony with which she would embrace him when standing upon the scaffold a victim to tyranny, completely unmanned him. He burst into a flood of grief, and for a long time indulged in all the extremity of the most deadening sorrow. He at length became calm; his wonted serenity again returned; and as he cast his eye upon the faithful band slumbering before him, a feeling of stern pleasure, and anticipated vengeance, succeeded every other. Grasping his rapier, he invoked the vengeance of the Deity, should he prove faithless to his cause, and he implored the aid of Omnipotence in the course for freedom and honor, which he was following. He listened to the deep sighing of the evening breeze, and imagination converted it into the passing off of some disinthralled spirit; he looked again upon the wide expanse of mountain and champaign before him, and thought that such a land was never intended to be ruled over by tyrants. light of prophecy flashed across his mind, and one hundred years after saw his predictions verified.

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The next morning's sun saw the Insurgent General and his army in full march for Jamestown; the appearance of the little army as it moved on through the wilderness then lying between Bloody run and Jamestown, was at once martial, triumphant and picturesque. The Indian warriors, whom they forced to dress in their gayest attire, together with