and when the whole splendid panorama of water and grove, of town and field, was displayed to the enthusiastic view of the Insurgent Chief, and when the full band of his army burst forth into one of the wild points of military music peculiar to the age, and seemed in its proud triumphant peals to breathe the whole soul of defiance which was felt by the army and himself, the feelings of the General arose by degrees to the highest pitch of excitement. The weakness and languor which had hung like the omen of fate upon his spirits but a short time before, vanished like a mist before the gale; the deep red flash of newly awakened ardour kindled in his face and eye, and his voice while giving command, swelled into a boldness and confidence which struck similar feelings into the minds of his followers.

Scarcely had the troops finished the morning's meal, before a loud flourish of trumpets from behind the entrenchments of his enemy, with the deep hum of a large multitude, gave symptoms of the approach of the Governor's army. Bacon having posted his men in the most suitable positions to await the threatened attack, and having exhorted every man in his strongest language, to act with courage and prudence, took his stand at the most commanding point in the fort, for the purpose of observing his adversary's plan of operations. The fleet of vessels, the commander of which had perished by his hand on the night before, was extended higher up than it had been, and each ship was swung around towards the Insurgent fortress, as if for immediate attack. Bacon saw the error which he had committed, in not having a portion of his heavy artillery in a direction

to command the river, as his troops would now be unable to improve a victory by pursuing the enemy behind his walls. He had not, however, long considered upon this omission, before he found his attention arrested by a more immediate and interesting subject; for, with another burst of trumpets, and the thunder of their whole artillery from land and shipping, the enemy's force in full column was seen advancing from behind their walls in a direct course to the fort. So soon as the royal flag of England, bearing the lion rampant, the symbol of the wavegirdled isle, upon a crimson field, was displayed in waving folds over the centre of the enemy's army, it was opposed by a plain banner of sky blue silk from the walls of the Insurgent fort, in the centre of which shone one solitary star of gold. Bacon cast a lingering glance upon the flag and star, and a flood of feeling rushed upon his senses; for, that scarf of blue and that golden brilliant had ornamented the lovely form and raven locks of his Clara, when she had sworn before the altar, to love, honor and obey him.

In front of the royal army, Bacon at a glance discovered that Sir William Berkeley had taken the field in person, and was preparing to make good his desperate resolve of taking the Insurgent General a prisoner, or of perishing in the attempt. Bacon looked upon the pallid brow, the grey hairs, and the venerable though erect figure of the old Cavalier, as he reined in his stately war-horse, with emotions of pity and respect. He passed the order through his lines, that particular care was to be observed that

the troops should do the Governor no harm. The order was cheerfully received and faithfully remembered. Although the Colonists under Bacon's command were incensed to the highest degree by the arbitrary conduct of Sir William, yet they could not but feel an involuntary respect for his person, and liberally attributed his acts more to zeal for bis Sovereign, than desire of exercising oppression towards them. As the Governor's army approached nearer, Bacon could perceive that their front lines were commanded by Ludwell, Beverley, and a host of other gallant soldiers, well known on the two Continents, by acts of desperate bravery in the Parliamentary and Indian wars. They had now advanced so near that the Insurgent General was able to discover at a glance the immense superiority, in point of discipline and steadiness, which he possessed over his adversary; whose whole army, with the exception of the front ranks, was a disjointed mass of the most frail materials; disbanded sailors, raw recruits, and idle desperadoes, forming their greater proportion. Bacon gave an inquiring look at his soldiers, which was answered from every eye, by a flash of ardour and impatience; not a cheek was blenched, and not a gesture even of dismay was to be seen; with their deadly fire-arms raised to an aim, with the matches almost touching the trains of the death-charged cannon, they only awaited the signal of their leader, to hurl fate and ruin through the opposing ranks. Nor had they long to remain in suspense; for, the General, casting one more look upon his devoted foes, blew the signal of attack with

a small trumpet; it was answered by a discharge that mocked the thunders of Heaven, and in the next moment the earth was seen covered with the dead and wounded bodies of the Governor's troops, while all around was flight, terror and confusion.

The Insurgent Chief saw and profited by the sudden check which had been given to his enemy; instantly collecting around him the choicest of his troops, he made a desperate and successful charge from his place of concealment upon the small body which yet stood their ground, commanded by the Governor, together with Ludwell and Beverley in person. A furious combat, almost hand to hand between the contending parties, here took place. Bacon found himself suddenly opposed to the rapier point of Beverley, one of the most accomplished swordsmen of the age. A most gallant display of skill and valour was exhibited in the fight between these two celebrated leaders; but the combat was interrupted by the sudden retreat of the Governor's forces before the Insurgents, when Beverley, greatly to his own and his rival's mortification, was forced to hasten his own retreat for the purpose of preventing the victorious party from entering pell mell into the town with their conquered foes. retreat had now become converted into a complete rout; in vain did the aged Governor who had lost his helmet in the fight, expose his grey hairs and open breast to the swords and bullets of the enemy; he seemed to bear a charmed life, for while numbers were falling around him, and while he was frequently contending single handed against the whole

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power of his enemy, not a single ball or sword point was suffered to touch him. The exhausted royalists at length found shelter behind their own walls, from whence, with impunity, they could fire upon their still advancing enemy; at the same moment a broadside from the shipping laid several of the most forward of Bacon's troops lifeless upon the earth. The Insurgent General, contented with his victory, and prudent even while warm with the rage of battle, ordered a retreat to be sounded; not, however, before they had secured the drums and standards of the enemy; and ere the setting of the evening sun, the crimson flag of St. George floated beneath the azure banner of the Insurgent.

Bacon allowed his wearied troops to rest from their fatigues for that night, as much for the purpose of strengthening their minds and bodies for one last and grand attack upon the enemy's entrenchments, as for allowing the numerous reinforcements from his friends to arrive, which were springing up at every point like the earth born warriors of Cadmus. In the mean time, the unfortunate Governor was a prey to all the sensations which an inglorious defeat, the loss of power, the desertion of his friends and increasing strength of his enemy could inspire. From the windows upon the one side of his palace, he had seen his flag in the morning after the fight waving in disgraceful inferiority beneath that of his enemy; he turned from the hated sight in desperation, and gazed with renovated triumph upon his fleet; in that at least he could place dependence, and still maintain his post against the overwhelming power of the