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tuous heavings of her bosom, the young lady showed that the pleasure was highly reciprocal. An explanation was soon commenced of her sudden appearance in a place so far remote from that in which it had been the lot of Jarvis to meet her. After the death of her mother, Lord Cornwallis, in his march from the South, had chanced to pass by Julia Woodville's residence: he learnt her bistory, and when he ascertained that she had been rendered an orphan and a lone child, by the loyalty of her father and kindred, he kindly proffered his aid, and took her under bis protection. Having expressed to him her wish to be placed with the family of her grandfather, he had afforded her a faithful escort to York. Her grandfather, although a W big, was yet a man; he received the unfortunate child of his still more unfortunate son, and treated her with all the tenderness of affection. She told Jarvis, that notwithstanding her health had rapidly declined, and her spirits had been crushed by the miseries she had undergone, yet the tender treatment, and warm kindness of her relations, had restored the one, and revived the other. “And would you have supposed it possible,” said Jarvis, “ that the youth whom you had saved in Carolina, was displaying his gratitude outside of the town where you were, by showering balls upon you within ? But had I supposed, or even dreamt that you had been here, I should have left the service to a certainty. But you have the ring yet, 1 observe,” said Jarvis, “which I presented you under such inauspicious circumstances.” He took her hand, as he spoke, and appeared busily engaged

in examining the ring. The lady coloured, and tried to look carelessly out of the window. Jarvis saw that she was confused, and he continued his remarks. 66 What do I not owe you, Miss Julia,” he exclaimed, with a tone of unaffected feeling, “for your

Providential interference upon that night of terror? Oft have I thought of it, and even in my dreams my blood has been chilled, as the sword of that villain has been aimed at my heart. My dearest Miss Woodville, 1 know not how to return the obligation. I am but a plain and a poor soldier; more accustomed to delivering the harsh tones of military commands, than pouring forth soft expressions of feeling to a lady. I can make but one return; my heart and hand are at your service, and the ring which you wear, may be used for a more favorable purpose than the memento mortis of a rebel: to wit, the consummation of a Virginian's love, and an example of 66 The Soldier's Gratitude.”

Courtships are pleasant to undergo, but very tedious to relate, and we will leave our readers to guess

at the balance of our hero's love adventure, and proceed to state, that in a few days after, he was seen closeted, and in deep conference with the fat chaplain of the army. Upon the morning after this event, Colonel Lee was surprised at receiving a visit from Lieutenant Templeton, and still more so, when he informed him, after a great deal of circumlocutory compliment, that it was his wish and intention to withdraw from the legion, and the service, as the war was supposed to be nearly at a close, and it was necessary that he should in a day or two take a visit to his mother, in company with Mrs. Jarvis Templeton.


56 The fourth act, now has ended
And half price will admit you.”

The Play-house.

Forty-three years had past, and the brilliant success of a second war, had usurped all the interest belonging to the first. The heroes of the revolution had sunk into the tomb: The names of Washington, Green, Morgan and Lee, had ceased to be remembered, while the chivalry of Jackson, Scott and Brown, was vivid and glowing, beneath the gratitude and honours bestowed by the voice of a nation. The plains of York no longer echoed the roar of contending artillery, or bore witness to the triumph of freemen. The verdant turf was unchequered by the snow white tent, and the still soft atmosphere was undisturbed by the sabre's clash, or the jar of musquetry. The breastworks which had protected the living, and the mounds erected to the memory of the dead, were levelled with, and not to be distinguished from, the humble, verdant plain around. The fragile canoe glided quietly over the face of the waters, and the humble cottager forgetful of his past toils of glory, walked lazily and carelessly over the tombs and remains of those who had conquered and fell before the walls of York.

But, whence and wherefore, the pomp, the splendour, and the full array of warlike preparation which is again exhibited upon this once renowned,



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this long deserted spot? Hark! The echoes from
Gloucester Point respond to the martial tones of the
bugle, and the soul-inspiring strains of the fife.
And see from yon tall ship, the cannon's flash arises;
it gleams upon the surface of the waters; and its
dread explosion bursts in thunder on the ear. The
sun beam glitters on the polished arms, whilst the
star-spangled banner waves o’er the countless ranks
wbich pour upon the plain like the ocean's tide.
A nation's strength is once more assembled, but a
nation's gratitude is the cause. It was the festival
of Lafayette, which was now graced by the chival-
ry, the liberality, and splendour, of the Old Domi-
nion. The whole State of Virginia had assembled
to welcome the man, the patriot and the foreigner,
who had risked his life and expended his fortune
in her behalf. There might be seen the hardy
mountaineer, with his bronzed face and iron frame,
with his deadly rifle and plain shirt of blue, calmly
though anxiously contemplating the scene.
ther part, the more delicate but still more fiery son
of the lowlands, arrayed in all the imposing splen-
dour of a brilliant uniform, was proudly contem-
plating the well-dressed ranks and full equipments
of his troop. In the centre of a groupe of young
men, and by the side of a carriage with a splendid
equipage, sat our old friend Jarvis, now General
Templeton, surrounded by his whole family. His
head was silvered, and his face furrowed by the frosts
and hardships of time; but there was the same
erect figure, the same grace and ease in the manage-
ment of his fiery steed, which had long since dis-

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tinguished the handsome young lieutenant of the legion. He gazed upon the scene around him, with sensations and recollections which had long slept, but which now awakened and returned upon his heart with a flood of feeling. There were the remains of the entrenchments, now covered with moss, behind which he had passed many sleepless nights, and anxious days. There was the site of the old redoubt, in the storming of which, under the command of La Fayette, he had signalized his gallantry. There was the plain around him, where the forces of Cornwallis, broken and defeated, had surrendered their arms; where the haughty Briton, crushed in spirit, and humbled in power, had resigned the keys of despotism into the hands of free


“ Julia,” he said, addressing his wife, whose still lovely face appeared at the window of the carriage, “ do you recollect that spot, pointing to the ruins of a cottage close in sight?” “La! pa !” said a young lady, “what happened there?” “Why, it was there that I married your mother, you vixen," said Templeton, smiling, while a tear of exquisite recollection started in his eye.

But, the volleys of cannon and musketry are increased ten-fold in sound, and the bugle’s blast, the strains of the fife, and the rolling of the drum, are drowned in the shouts of the multitude. « Yonder comes the boat, father,” said a young officer to Templeton, as he dashed down the bank. The vessel rapidly bove in sight: the star-spangled banner is seen dimly waving at the mast-head: she rapidly

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