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He finds each suplication vain ; 

 The weary prisoner turns aside, 

 To hide his laboring bosom's pain. 



Tumultuous thoughts upon his mind, 



In quick succession wildly crowd, 

 As urged by the resistless wind, 



Spreads o'er the sky the tempest's cloud. 

 Why bends his sad and languid glance 



Where, near his heart, that picture lies. 

 Affection's fond inheritance, 



With sunny smile and loving eyes ! 



Alas ! Upon that face no more 



The eager gaze of hope can turn, 

 The dream of early love is o'er, 



And ne'er again its fires will burn ; 

 A shade is gathering o'er each tress, 



A gloom is lingering on the brow. 

 And all its budding loveliness 



Is stained with tears of anguish now„ 



Brave, yet devoted ! On thy head 



The bolt, by others forged, shall fall; 

 And history on thy name shall shed t 



Of fate, the wormwood and the gall ; 

 Yet wert thou noble — and thy soul 



The battle and the storm withstood, 

 Till bending to a stern control, 



'Twas by a traitor's lure subdued. 



Peace to thy shade, ill-fated one ! 



Though in the abbey's lengthened aisle, 

 Scarce lit by the day's meridian sun, 



Thy marble bust may sadly smile, 

 Yet is there darkness on thy name, 



Though gentle pity mourns for thee, 

 While patriots bless the holy flame, 



Which kept thy captor's spirit free. 



■ — [ Westchester and Putnam Republican. 



A remarkable incident is said to have befallen the celebrated white- 

 wood tree near which the spy was captured. It was struck by lightning 

 on the same day that the intelligence of General Arnold's death arrived 

 at Tarrytown. This tree was a fine specimen of the ancient forest, be- 

 ing twenty-six feet in circumference, and its stem forty-one feet in length. 

 At the present day not a vestige remains of "Major Andre's Tree," as 

 it was familiarly called. It is thus beautifully described by the author 

 of the Sketch Book ; "This tree towered like a giant above all the other 



