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or two between them and these pop-guns. They had scarcely made 

 good their retreat, when a party of mounted officers rode up to the 

 very spot they had quitted. It was the General himself, with his 

 aid-de-camp, and two or three of the staff. The gunners on the 

 walls immediately brought their wall-piece to bear on the new covey. 

 S. and his comrades called to the party, to warn them of their dan- 

 geo; and one of the aid-de-camps was observed pointing to the ram- 

 parts ; but whether from obstinacy of disposition, or contempt of the 

 garrison engineers, the General took no notice ; and of course the 

 rest of the party followed his example. 



But this confidence was fatal : the very first shot was fired with so 

 good an aim, that it knocked General W. from his horse. It had 

 struck him on the left shoulder, and when S. hurried up to give his 

 professional assistance, he saw at a glance that the blow was mortal. 

 They removed him immediately out of reach of the enemy, and sent 

 for a litter to convey him to the camp ; but before it arrived, he 

 breathed his last in Mr. S/s arms. The next in command succeeded 



him ; and two days after the town of Bh was taken by storm, 



and given up to pillage ; and Mr. S. had the good fortune to realize 

 money to the amount of several thousands. 



Shortly after the capture of the town, S. was walking with one of 

 General W.'s aid-de-camps, and remarked to him, that he never could 

 account for the sudden and inveterate dislike which that officer had 

 displayed towards him. " Oh," replied the aid-de-camp, (t I can 

 tell you the reason : you played chess with him. That was the 

 reason, and the only one. I knew him well, and never would play 

 with him. He always despised the man he beat, and hated the man 

 who beat him." 



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DURING a recent tour in the United States of America I had 

 crossed the Alleghany mountains, and arrived at that wonder of the 

 New World, the city of Cincinnati. From Cincinnati I embarked in 

 a steam-boat bound for New Orleans. It was now the month of May, 

 and the weather was cloudless and delightful, for a blue Italian sky 

 reigns for ever in the regions of the Ohio. We glided past towns, vil- 

 lages, and plantations ; fields of cotton, tobacco, and maize appeared 

 and disappeared ; incomparable islands gave to the scene the air of a 

 fairy land, and numerous tributary streams were rolling their waters 

 into the most beautiful of the rivers of the earth. We had passed in 

 succession the towns of Laurenceville, Louisville, and ShauneeTown, 

 when the requisite supplies of wood for the daily consumption of the 

 steam-boat, occasioned us to land at Fort Massac, the most ancient 

 and celebrated of the strongholds of the French discoveries of the 

 valley of the Mississippi. 



Accompanied by a fellow-traveller, an English gentleman from 

 London, I walked up to the Fort, and was received in the court-yard 



