anxiety lest the heirs should grumble; and the fact that Jones was so cheaply and obscurely buried that his grave can not now be found, and could not be marked with a monument even if Congress wanted to mark it, is due to Gouverneur Morris, the American Minister who ordered the cheapest and most private funeral-to Morris the cold-hearted snob who preferred to guzzle wine with brother snobs at a dinner-table, rather than represent his country in paying the last sad token of respect to the bravest seaman that ever fought under our flag.

THE war grows more savage. The French alliance enrages Great Britain, and the English begin to ravage, burn, slay in cold blood, committing every outrage known to war.

Prisoners are barbarously maltreated, women suffer nameless wrongs, men who have surrendered are mercilessly butchered.

This frightful change in the methods of the war is felt most in the South.

British marauders break into Virginia, and go out unhurt, Patrick Henry being Governor. They break in again and sack Richmond, the traitor Arnold in command, and go forth unpunished, Mr. Jefferson being Governor.

Virginia has been stripped, exhausted, to supply Washington at the North and Gates at the South; yet many accuse Mr. Jefferson of negligence and incompetence for not rallying a home-guard and giving battle to save Richmond.

Had Mr. Jefferson been a John Sevier, James Robertson, or Andrew Jackson, he might have done

better; but it is reasonably certain that no governor who was not a military genius could have prepared the scattered militia and led it successfully against this sudden invasion.

It is true that Washington had sent warning that a British fleet was making toward Virginia; but the water-front of Virginia is so vast, a fleet can strike at so many different places, that it was impossible to know when and where to have the militia assemble.

In the lower Southern States the situation has a peculiarity all its own. There is no large American army under the general command of some overshadowing figure; but there are a dozen small armies, flying columns, under chiefs whose names are almost unknown to history, but whose services are of priceless value to the cause.

As a rule, these partizan bands have nothing to do with Washington's movements, nor he with theirs. As a rule, he knows nothing of what they intend to do until it is done. As a rule, they call on him for no help of any kind, nor does Congress bear the burden of their necessities. Generally they draw their supplies from the territory in which they operate. Horses, guns, ammunition, food, recruits-all come from the Southern colonies.

Chief of these partizan leaders is General Francis Marion, "the Swamp Fox "; next is General Thomas Sumpter, "the Game-Cock"-heroes